#im not saying it’s easy to answer but like

[skylarsblue]

❁Love & Deepspace❁

Incorrect Quotes - 1 (Divider by @elfbar-baby )

Sylus: Why do I make them so uncomfortable? MC: They feel your methods, your theories are…. Sylus:Spooky? Sylus: Do you think I’m spooky? MC: I think you're silly. Sylus: Silly? MC: Silly goose even.

(Event minigame) *tower LEANS, but doesn’t fall*

Rafayel: >:3 MC: ARE YOU KIDDING?! THAT’S UNFAIR, YOU MADE T- I need to calm down. Rafayel: …(Name)- MC: Everything’s fine. I’m an adult.

- Zayne, genuinely concerned: How’s your head? MC, with a headache: Well I haven’t had any complaints yet. Zayne: …excuse me? MC: Hm? Oh! Uh- I think I’ll live.

- Caleb: You need to eat. Here, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. MC: …I’m allergic to apples. Caleb: What? No you’re not? Since wh- Zayne, appearing: Caleb: THE FU-

- *phone ringing* MC: Ugh- Wh- hello? Rafayel: Text me. *hangs up* MC: *looks at phone* What the fu-

- (OOC but shh) MC: Yeah I’m gonna try and stay out of drama, focus on work, be a better person- Tara: Guess who got caught sucking dick in the bathroom. MC: Who?! *falls out of chair*

- MC: Now is there a problem? NPC: No I don’t want no problem. MC: Yeah that’s what I thought. *steps away* NPC: walkawaylilpunkass- MC:*holds up microphone* Speak up, I couldn’t hear you bitch.

- Zayne: And what’s your reasoning for killing three people? Caleb: I mean, shit, I’m a Gemini! Sylus: I understand completely. MC:No!

- (I don’t hate Caleb but my partner does and it’s super funny)

Caleb: *sigh* Rafayel: Do you ever shut the fuck up? Zayne: What’d he do? Rafayel: Bitch gon’ breathe. Zayne: He stays doing annoying shit.

- MC: Did you drink my juice? Caleb: Yeah but i didn’t know it was yours. MC:…bitch my name. Is on. The bottle. Caleb: …🏃🏻‍♂️ MC: GET YOUR ASS BAC-

- Tara: What’re you all dressed up for? Where’re you going? MC:, going into snapshots: I’m taking selfies.

- Caleb: *enters* Rafayel: Ah hell- See I thought I was gonna have a happy day today, but then you walked in. Zayne: What did he do? Rafayel: Exist. Zayne: Why would you do that to him? Caleb: I JUST GOT HERE-

- Sylus: Okay, you’re driving pretty good. Luke: I’ve been practicing!- Sylus: But if it start raining dicks which way do you swerve? Luke , trying to remember which gear to shift in: …what?

- (IM SO SORRY AHAHAAH)

MC: Babe I just want you back- Tara: *hits stereo button to play track* MC: PSYCHE BITCH! I don’t want’chu, fuck-a you and your grandma too bitch what the fuck is up- Caleb: ?????

- Caleb: S-say it again. MC: No way José? Caleb: That’s right! WHO is José? MC: Babe it’s just a thing- 6th LI: Andale- Caleb: WHO THE FUCK IS HE-

- (Im so so sorry)

Teacher!Zayne: Pop quiz guys. Greyson: I don’t even know any of the answers- Zayne: Okay, we’ll start with an easy one. Whose wife cheated on them January 22nd? Greyson: Uhm, is it- Zayne: MINE!

- (This how quick some of y’all switched by the way)

Caleb: *holding book in the air* Haha! MC: C’mon give it back! Caleb: First you gotta say my name- MC: Alright, big daddy. Now come on give it b- Caleb: ….my name Cale-

- Sylus: You’ve been in your room all day. Kieran: No earlier I went- Sylus: You’ve been in your room all day. Kieran: …earlier I- Sylus: Don’t talk back.

- MC:Hey grandma- Granny: Can you get in the oven to clean it? MC: …….bye grandma-

- Kid: Ms.Hunter I think there’s a wanderer under my bed. MC: Hun, there’s no wanderer’s under your b- *looks* Wanderer: LONG DICK STYLE- MC: pulling out a gun: Okay, we’re leaving.

- Sylus: RAFAYEL, What, what is this? *holds up belt* Rafayel: That would be a Louis Vuitton belt, Syl- Sylus: Have you lost your mind- this is a Gucci household, gill-boy.

- MC:So you been spying on me? Caleb: I mean I was but I’m not a spy- MC: You know what they call people who spy on people? SPIES Caleb: Oo bars, but look I’m not-

- Sylus: Today’s a good day to get out of the house. Kieran: See I- I can’t fly yet. Sylus: That sounds like a you problem. Kieran: I- I’m yo s- Boss.

- MC: That’s why yo dick little- Caleb: BITCH YOU KNOW MY SHIT DETACHABLE…put the wrong one on, shit-

- Sylus: Bitch I can sing. Rafayel: Bitch sing something. Sylus: *crow caw* Rafayel: Bitch you can’t sing. Sylus: Bitch you’re right, shit-

- Zayne: Do you know where the bathroom is? Caleb: Yeah, go straight down there andsuckadick- Zayne: Pardon? Caleb: I said you gotta go straight down. Zayne: ...alright- Caleb: andIhopeyoudiewhenyougetthere. Then make a left-

[loloelia]

Dearest sibling

(Fifth sibling short story)

Leshy and Eko (the lamb lmao) were sitting in one of Leshy's massive garden near his temple.

While Leshy was playing on a tall tree ,picking up fruits and the leaves that came with it , meanwhile the lamb was sitting on the edge of a fountain ,alguee sitting at the bottom of it ,all they could do was stare at the god of chaos ,in complete silence .

The mossy worm eventually looked in the way of Eko and noticed their staring and eery silence.

"Oh little laaaammmb, what's with the silence, little brother ? " ,Said the worm laying on a thick branch,looking down at the lamb.

-"please.....do not call me that lord leshy..."

-".... sooooooo ,little sis ?", asked the worm, swinging his clawed and mossy paws.

-"no !... dont call me that ,im not- "said the little lamb a bit panicked before getting interrupted by the worm's chuckling.

-"ohhhh ,little sibling then ? Got it !" ,said the bishop climbing to a lower branch in order to pick up the lamb.

-"no ! My bishop ! Please ,stop it ! You and I both know we are in no way related ! You know im not Narinder don't you ?....so why....why do insist on calling me a sibling ?..." asked Eko ,their voice getting lower with every word and their head lowering with their voice.

The worm had placed the small lamb on the branch next to him,letting the little lamb swung his hooves in the void under him

The bishop of chaos chuckled and answered the lamb's question.

"Easy enough ! They are 2 reason, my dear little sibling ! First, i know you arent Narinder but ill tell you something ,youre probably just like him ,but.....weaker ,smaller !" ,said the worm with a smile,poking Eko's cheek,"You sure will never be able to hurt us because you dont even know how to use the red crown !"

"But alsoooo~ ," he raised them by the back of the collar of their robe ,and bringed them to eye level," i do watever i want. And i wanna treat you as a sibling. But you still are nothing but a lamb. If you bore me out of my love for you,ill entertain myself by twisting your head of your spine. Shamura loves you ,and i do too, but that can always change."

The lamb was curled up on themself ,barely daring to breathe ,they knew their next death would be their last.

Leshy was right. They were still a fragile mortal despite the crown on their head, a crown they couldnt use.

Their life was hanging of one thread ,and those gods were the ones who had the scissor. They knew that the moment shamura realized they weren't their dear brother ,death would be quick to welcome them.

Leshy smiled a bit ,and giggled as if the look on Eko's face was but a silly joke.

The worm lowered his hand until the lamb's hooves were on the ground ,and letting them go.

"Now go ! Shamura's gonna wake up any minute now ,dont want our dear sibling to think youre gone ,would we ?" He said with a warm smile as the little lamb stepped back from the claws of the god.

They nodded and bowed to Leshy as if to say goodbye ,wich got a snicker out of the god of chaos, and they were on their way back to shamura's temple.

@kiko---random-stuff-probably ,since you asked me to tag you !!!!>:)

I hope you and anyone who reads this enjoyed this small ,not very well written , shirt story about my bigger cotl story !

Funny enoughim more proud of the art i made to go along with it than the actual story ,but i still think its great !

I really wanna start writing this but im afraid that my current vocabulary aint enough,im trying to learn but its kinda hard.

Anyway

I love you all!! All the people who said they like my 2 am idea ,and everyone who read this ,youre amazing !!!

Thank you for reading

Hope i get to write the actual story soon :,)

[k9emote]

look i’m gonna be serious with yall for a second in the most respectful way i can think of. a good 80% of the stuff you mentioned in your “explanation” has NOTHING to do with the actual accusations ☹️ what does synesthesia have to do with tracing and what does ritual abuse have to do with ANYTHING THEY MENTIONED?? i genuinely dont think it is possible to internalize peoples drawings THAT closely with synesthesia. hell it might not be possible at all! you can internalize and put images of IN PERSON memories in your head yes..but DRAWINGS? makes 0 sense to me.

they didnt even mention the collor pallete blue and white, but seeing your emojis its more of a white and a cool grey instead of a blue. so where tf did blue come from

OH AND I FORGOT TO MENTION THE RITUAL ABUSE MENTION?? you just dont pull that out of your ass to try and prove a point. “I don’t deserve forgiveness” then a paragraph later you’re still defending yourself. this shit has been the most hypocritical and absurd thing ive seen in a WHILE

number names are NOT your biggest enemy dude 😭😭😭 you’ve got plenty of other problems if any of the shit you’ve mentioned is actually true

also..mental illness is NOT an excuse to hurt people. “ohh im disordered and unable to get help!!! ofc i accidentally hurt people!!” if you know you’re hurting people its not a damn accident. from one cluster b to another im actually floored.

“parasocial” DOES NOT MEAN WHAT YOU THINK ??

“leave my name out of your mouth in public spaces” YOURE MOUTHING THEM ON A PUBLIC SPACE TOO??? HYPOCRITICAL???

and now there’s the few things i do understand..

being uncomfortable with irls is ok

saying endos aren’t valid is true (coming from a diagnosed did system)

and thats all i remember. its getting late

I'm answering the points that they brought up. That's how a conversation works and I didn't want to ignore anything to avoid further criticism

synesthesia is a condition where senses connect abnormally. So you smell colours, hear numbers etc. We have a lot of synesthesia connections with touch and art. We are able to recreate a photo perfectly without tracing it because we can physically feel the lines in our hands. This, unfortunately, makes it really easy for us to copy things, even unknowingly. The physical memory will play out in our hands and we will (thinking we're just on a roll) accidentally make something an artist has already made. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but I'm not going to lie and admit "I traced!! 100%" when I didn't. Just because you don't understand or experience something doesn't mean you get to say it isn't real. It has been a genuine frustrating struggle. I never said it meant I'm not at fault or that it's okay because it's accidental, that's why I apologized. But it isn't fair to compare a symptom I struggle with to a deliberate act of art theft.

they mentioned number names . on the post.

number names are very often correlated to that type of abuse. it's a form of programming, and that type of abuse is how we experienced it. That form is how a lot experience it. I assumed that was implied

I don't think this is a super important point but it's like a white and dull cyan and cyan is a form of blue so. idk many come at me thinking I target anyone who uses that color pallet and that just isn't true. that's why I brought it up.

I genuinely don't know what you're talking about here but it was most likely in response to a point. I can be aware that people are allowed to dislike me, but there is a difference between people who dislike and people saying things they've heard from people who already hate me because of completely unrelated reasons, spreading it online and further causing harassment for me. None of you actually research what you're claiming, you take the word of people who dislike me and run for it.

Do you understand how scary and hurtful it is to see how many people hate you for reasons that have been completely twisted to the point where you don't understand what they're calling out? It makes you want to defend yourself. I have seen countless shit I have bitten my tongue and ignored but I'm reaching my end and quitting tumblr soon for my own mental health. That is why I'm now responding to things. Even if they have a small blog, if they're talking about me and saying things they have no actual information on, I have the right to defend myself. I would love to privately ask for things to be taken down but in the past I either get blocked or my shit gets taken out of context and spread further. I have never once pushed for my crowd to harass. If you are a k9 follower and you're reaching out and verbally harming people because they dislike me, fuck off. That isn't okay. I don't want that encouraged in this community.

I'm not going to sit here and trauma dump about my childhood, but I will let you know that until about age 10 I had little to no interaction with people. That's all the information I'll be giving. So no, I don't understand it until someone tells me. Communication is important. I have changed and grown a shit ton the past couple of years and I have gotten really good at communicating with people. People have called out my behavior as "apathetic, uncaring and self absorbed" When those are literal key symptoms of NPD & ASPD. The disorders I have zero help for. I have done my absolute best to manage these symptoms. But if you can provide me a screenshot of me ever in the past 6 months I've been most active, genuinely attacking someone for NO reason, then I'd love to see it. The amount you guys play up my monster role is outstanding. I am mature at the beginning of every issue I try to address, but I am a human person, and I have lashed out sometimes. I'm sorry for that, and I'm sorry to the people I've hurt. I can't do anything else but apologize and get better at it; which I have.

There are many people in this community and on this app obsessively posting things about hating me, and I will not respond or address them because I will not feed into what they are doing. I will not publicly react to them because I am not going to engage in that disturbing behavior.

^^^

There's a difference between saying someone is a, b and c horrible thing with no evidence and me responding and debunking shit. Is it badmouthing to?? defend myself??? or stand up for my boundaries???? I honest to god don't get your point here.

But uhh yeah. What you see as a small blog just talking about me is what I see as something that is going to kick up threats and hatred in just about every platform I have. So that's why I'm about to fuck off this app.

Please reach out publicly if there's anything I missed or you're confused on. I will handle it maturely and gently :] Thank you for messaging me !! I don't intend any of this to come off as angry at you, I am angry at the situation.

[blossoms-phan]

dan is so fake he’s always like “this is your chance to ask us important, hard hitting, deep philosophical questions” someone asks how do you feel having an entire generation look up to you and he’s like physically? yeah haha we’re so tall 🤪

[empyreansentinel]

never understood why jack had a portrait of moxxi up in his casino. the place went under after BL2, and at that point they hadnt been together for years. and its not like what they had together was particularly happy or long lasting, either. they were together for maybe a month before breaking up pre-TPS, and thats not even mentioning what happens between them during the game itself, so... maybe its a trophy? it doesnt feel like one when theres also one of angel. but its all i really got because presumably hes been in a much happier relationship with nisha for years, even though the portrait does feel too sentimental for a woman hes hated for the past Forever. speaking of nisha, there's no portrait of her or his wives. which is doubly weird because surely theyd be here too if moxxi is. idk, moxxi and angel are just a strange pair to have it just be them. by themselves is fine, moxxi alone is easily a trophy. and imo its just weird for a portrait of angel to be in the casino in the first place. some secret siren, huh? but together? idk. it gives mixed messages.

[beatcroc]

Mecha-Sonic, Dr. Robotnik has created other robots based on Sonic and thrown them away before he created you. Do you have any thoughts on this?

[ratatatastic]

quite honestly we should have a canadian whos sole job it is to make a finn giggle do pressers together more often just for the chaos

if i had a nickle for everytime this happened id have two nickles which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice.

2024 nhl global series finland game 1 postgame interview | 11.1.24 (x)

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[ra-vio]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[basslinegrave]

thinking about the sonic movies and my biggest 'critique' summed up, i think they tend to present them as this huuge thing, bigger than ever, movies for all audiences and then the actual focus audience is kids under 10 and you get these simple characters and a plot that feels dumbed down at times

however. i feel the same way about some of the marvel/avengers movies. focus is kids to sell toys, at least partially, (if you say no go look into a toy store lol) the stories can be quite simple etc yet it still works out well if you play the "something for everyone" card (colorful characters for the kids, the actors for the moms, the references for the fans) i just sometimes wish they made it more "smart" the kids wouldnt mind plus the audience grows. if they want to do more then your 10yos will be angsty teens that wont give a fuck about it anymore unless you make it angsty and serious for a moment

[icewindandboringhorror]

"We can get through this by working together, reach out to your friends, community is all we have, a social network will be your security in the world, now is the time to lean on others!"

I do agree, and it's scientifically sound (pretty sure there is data about how people with better social networks live longer and etc) but also....augh..... what about the severe social issues, difficulty to leave the house, physical issues which lead to like zero socialization energy a majority of the time, etc. etc. Social support can be a replacement for structural support, but.. I guess I just wish it didn't have to be. Community is extremely difficult to build, even moreso if you're someone who has issues with social cues or group conversations or even just being around others in the first place. And blah, nuance, of course I'm just complaining or maybe being too negative or maybe misunderstanding, but, I hardly have the energy to brush my hair once every 2 months.. how am I supposed to maintain a wide social network and be active in a Community and Join Groups lol... sometimes it kind of feels like "er.. well if thats my only option then...... ruh roh". It's overwhelming

[xxplastic-cubexx]

OKAY SO- AHEM

There's this game??? i think it's a game I'm not into marvel games called Marvel Rivals and there's x-men characters in it (not many tbh) and there's magneto

i just saw it on twitter. bro. BRO

magneto's thic, like, he's literally a fucking wardrobe in terms of size, he's a big boy literally-

if theres anything marvel rivals magneto has got its the fact he's built ASTOUNDING and thats the only point it gets from me

[heph]

Hey, I remember you mentioning on your IG something about two types of popular artists and one being good at social media and the other being good at art or something like that (I can't really remember lol). But it got me thinking, any tips for how to be good at social media? Cuz I'm certainly not even after posting art for six years lol

Heya!

What I meant by that is that there are traits that allow you to grow on social media, and traits that determine what a highly skilled artist is, and those traits do not always necessarily overlap.

I've seen so many amazing artists that post artwork that blow my head off, and yet they don't have many likes. On the other hand, some artists at the same skill level who draw more popular things will get way more attention.

That is not to say that either is the correct way to create art, but there is definitely a formula to social media that is in play.

There are a lot of posts about how to grow a social media account, particularly on TikTok, YouTube and Instagram art spheres, and imo you really need to examine what you want from your art before jumping into social media mode

The stuff you create to pander to social media might not be art that you want to create at all - I'm lucky, because I am less artist more storyteller, and what I enjoy is telling jokes and silly stories to liven up people's moods :] this, of course, conveniently does well on social media. On a personal note, I have a history of being a recluse and not connecting well with people, and art is my way of trying to communicate my feelings, one way or another.

So of course, if you draw for any reason other than my own, my approach to art and it's relation to social media might be inappropriate for you.

All that being said, if u take a look at those "get big on social media" videos they always cite the same few points... And you can look into that, for sure, but this video sums up how I feel about all that.

I spent like 20 minutes drafting words after the above paragraph, but I really ended up regurgitating sentiments from the video... So really don't listen to me, listen to that video

EDIT:

I just realised I didnt actually answer the question with my anecdotal experience, so here's a list of things I did

1. Posted like 3 doodles a day on social media

I did this for 6 months on a side account on Twitter recently and got the account to 11k followers... And I did this for 3 months on Instagram a few years ago and I think got 3.5k followers. Of course, do not spam maliciously and make sure your art is still of good quality, but for those artworks I posted quickly, I did not colour, and mostly did clean sketches. This also trains you in the matter of line confidence haha. Again, this worked for me because of my set of circumstances (love for the media, want to tell stories, simple art style)

2. Focus on my favourite aspects of media

This helps with respect to burnout - kinda hard to burnout when you love what you're making! For me, it's character interactions and comics. I want to see my blorbos kiss and if I'm not the one drawing it who will?!

3. Interact with people

People eat up work that they can interact with. A choose your own story situation, one of those like/rt to strip a character 😭 those do numbers for a reason.

Additionally, if you post stuff people love, people will respond to it with comments, maybe their own headcanons, adding on to the work... I've gone into long looong Twitter thread conversations with people who added onto my ideas that I threw up onto the screen and I think it's also a nice thing to do to respond to positive comments haha... I'm not very good at this (read: bad at communication)

I think that's the key points... Hope this helps!

[cheemken]

Greetings! What would be the outcome of the au? A bad end where everyone is defeated by the Timekeeper? Vertin sacrifices themself to protect everyone or do the suitcase fam capture her and attempt to free her ? this au is kinda stuck in my head now lol, like the idea of arcana revealing herself like the geto scene with the brain if u seen jjk.

Hi hey, I'm so glad you're interested in my au hahaha

Idk much abt jjk tho like idk what scene that is but that sounds cool hahah

Anyways

My initial concept is that Vertin came back yeah, and a few starts to notice, I think it'd come to the point where Sonetto and Regulus confronts her?? Bc there's clearly smth wrong w Vertin

Ofc, Arcana plays her part well, and as Vertin, she deflects, saying she's fine, just tired and still a bit shaken after escaping from Manus Vindictae. It was a miracle how she escaped, she thought she'd die then and there

But they know there's more to that. It'd be funny tho but also on brand if Regulus herself knew smth was amiss bc ofc, Vertin using her wand more and more, but the thing that set Regulus off was the fact that Vertin was using her left hand, she's right handed as far as Regulus knows, and ofc, how she uses her tuning arcane skill, how it's like a seasoned magician

And it got to the point that while they're still in the Foundation, Vertin kept her distance, always wandering off by herself, wandering the halls like a ghost, everyone was starting to get worried

And until one night, where Vertin was there in the courtyard, well,, Madam Z and Tooth Fairy tried to talk to her, to go back inside, it's dark out already, and hey c'mon, she's their daughter at that point, and they just got her back from Manus, so seeing Vertin like this, it worried them

Imagine as they try to approach her, Z just stops dead in her tracks, grabbing Tooth Fairy's arm, stopping her, as they both hear Vertin chuckle darkly, slowly turning towards them, and as she did, Arcana's wand formed at either sides of Vertin's head, and her silver eyes turned pale yellow, and she smiles ay them, the same godforsaken smile Arcana always has on her face

And ofc, that lil drawing comes to play, the strings on Vertin, it would be so so fun if like,, w those, and w the influence of Arcana's magic, she managed to take control of a few arcanists too. Like can you imagine her just attaching the strings on the arcanists Vertin had saved, and taking control of them like puppets, that'd be so cool and bc ofc in c2, wasn't there a part titled Puppet, and bc if I remember right, Arcana also called Vertin her puppet

Like that'd be such a cool concept, Arcana using Vertin as a puppet, and w Vertin's hands she uses other arcanists as her puppets too

But also the mental image of all of the arcanists in Vertin's suitcase just fights off Manus followers on each floor of the Foundation buildings, look, I have a concept, I wanna write it, I just don't know how to execute it well, it has Schneider in it, Arcana brought her back or smth to make it hurt more, and the Schneider and Sonetto fight is just cbmxnd ough

But yeah, her defeat, idk, I want it to be some temporary defeat, ofc me being biased, as Sonetto was fighting off Schneider, Regulus rushes to where Vertin is, and ofc, she and Arcana fight lmfao

But do you see my vision when I say Arcana uses Regulus' line against her, y'know the thing Regulus says before her ult right

Imagine Arcana using that, just having Regulus pinned, one hand on her neck, the other on her cheek, her thumb trailing upward to her lower eyelid, pressing down hard, as she whispers in Vertin's voice, "are you ready... To be blinded?"

And Regulus spats out, "are you?" And uses her ult on both of them

Look look it's good on paper and it's a good mental image I can't just execute it well here but I hope you see the vision cbsmnd

But yeah, after that, and more psychological mindscape stuff of Regulus trying to save Vertin, Vertin was saved! That's a good thing right? Arcana was gone, so were the Manus followers, but it was so sudden, it shouldn't be that easy, right

Ofc it's not, Vertin wasn't saved, she never will be. Arcana's wand was still w her, lying dormant, waiting to be called out again, waiting till it finally corrupts their precious little Timekeeper.

[lucabyte]

uhh 7 for the ask game 👍🏻

(For (x), list of characters here (x))

7 - which of your ocs would you be the LEAST willing to befriend irl?

Hmm okay so there's some copout answers here in the form of villains like Cobalt because even outside of him being a shitty moneyman i don't know that "befriend" is One Of The Verbs he's Capable Of. (Like, I'd gladly get into his inner circles to scam him but I genuinely don't think i could pull that off. He simply would not give me the time of day.)

So exlcuding antagonists, even if i WOULD be down to chill with approx 50% of them, we'll stick to good guys...

I think... most of the celebrities kind of suck. Giles and Hainu especially are both grimly megalomaniacal. Almost everyone in the 'Moraine' folder/story/location has some level of either Real Stardom or Internet Stardom and are thus all a little bit tetchy in that way. That whole cast is meant to rub up against each other's egos and be prickly.

But out of all of them there, I do think Giles is the worsstttt. He's the most likely to try and use you to bolster his own ego, and will *also* come crawling back the moment he hits a low point. He sticks around and simply will not go away once you let him in.

He's also just generally the kind of guy to push your boundaries and be skeevy. However, he IS charming and famous, so unless you've kept up with what his former friends have said on the downlow, it'd be easy to be starstruck and bowled over by him...

This was a hard question lol because I write a lot of characters i'd find insufferable IRL, even good guys. Gabriel, Naga, Lollie, Chrome... Though with enough effort I think i could befriend those guys and maybe talk some sense into them. But with Giles that ship has saaailed.

(and as for hainu? ehhh 50/50 that i could fix him by tearing his ego asunder and building him back up again. otherwise he may be just as hopeless)

[royalreef]

you're the top of a mountain, the bottom of a well, the deepest darkest pit in the ocean. sublime and dangerous, terrifying and distant, many want you, many need you, many die because of you, of you, for you.

you're the blood they spill, their last breath, their final moment, and that fills you with pride, and fear, and guilt, and hate, and love, so so so so much love you can't keep much more.

are you keeping those gifts or are you those gifts to begin with? was that last moment yours? it should've been yours.

you want it to be yours

Is it love? Love is such a strong word. She's fairly certain she would know if it was love, theoretically, at least.

She's not the most experienced in love, not really. When she was younger, she didn't really experience even the puppy love crushes that others might speak about. Not many candidates for that in the first place, after all. It was just her and Bellanda for so many years, the two left together because it was just easier to treat them as one entity which offerings of basic necessities were made to, to be tossed to the nanny staff to ensure they didn't manage to get themselves killed in the interim.

Neither of them were allowed around other children, children which would've come from other families, other lineages, and thus would be expected to be loyal to them. That would pose a risk, could muddy things as they got older, either distracting from their duties or creating another avenue from which their positions could be exploited. It was just her and Bellanda, and Bellanda didn't like anyone else enough to get close to them, so Miranda followed suit and kept her nervous distance.

When they got older, even Miranda's entrance into romantic fancies could never be called one of love. Education, maybe, if she was being kind. Once Miranda had settled into her new lessons, was permitted around those who began to show an interest in her, then still yet, could she call that love?

They came in two varieties. The suitors were the first to make their gestures towards her, curtailed at first as her suitors' court opened. They were gentler then, but firmer in a certain way that's hard to name. They spoke and moved with experience, expertise, did not leave Miranda room to question nor doubt them. She thought she had loved a few of them, eager and ready to guide her and to provide structure into the new pains of settling into her title and her duties for what they were.

And if she had entertained them for longer than they really deserved, then, well, that was just to be expected as well. Nothing new was being written at that point, and there had been plenty of other Crown Princesses who had come before who had first enjoyed flights of fancy and impulse with the first suitors to swim beside them, so when Miranda's mistakes came, they were brushed away with ease and forgotten.

Miranda learned quick, as such lessons tend to do. Bellanda learned quicker, and it was Bellanda's education that drew the tentative early period to a close quickly, that taught Miranda to respond first with her jaws and not to entertain sweeter bait. Romance was for physical benefit, after all, and that was why they came.

The second were those who came to her not bearing romantic intents, and the second were those where she learned the swiftest. Like all others of her station, it was best not to spend too much of her time among her fellow royals, all ulterior motives and their own lineages to tend. To keep commonfolk around her was to find someone who couldn't pose such a risk to her, who she didn't have to worry about overstepping or watching what she said around them, and that was a great benefit to any royal needing someone else to occupy their time.

They would come, as staff or as notable individuals that she invited in, offering her time or treats with which to sate their appetite, and they would be thrilled at the attention she lavished onto them. A Crown Princess like her doesn't just pay attention to anyone, after all. To capture her eye was to have something special, something that had to suggest that they were special too. Crown Princess Miranda, Cees'rril'ta Yhtun-Tswe Slz'Exkii, was right at their fingertips, and they could taste the decadence that dripped off her, could have her at their beck and call, were so close to her that they could dip their fingers in and drink it up from the tap. She was a drug, exhilarating, thrilling, the cusp of danger cradled in the hand and burning hot against the thigh, greater and grander than they would ever again touch, and she got them high.

They would come to her, debase themselves for her, beg her for more of her time, more of her attention, more of what she could give. They would think they could keep her, could hold something like her tight in a little box, keep her tucked to their chests and never let her go. They thought they could take her home, that she was something that ever could exist in a home, and if she even so much as vaguely alluded to the idea, they took it as confirmation.

They were cute. Miranda could pick her favorites from among them, select which ones she thought looked the prettiest, or complimented against her scales the best, or said the nicest things about her, or entertained her the most. She wouldn't even pretend that they provided her the same deep need that she fostered in them, but not for lack of trying.

She did try. She had to try, that time was filled with the pangs of loneliness, the deep and desperate urge to find connection, to find a place in the world. Maturity had done something to her that it did to all merfolk pups when they came of age, and it had filled her with a new and sudden interest in people, and that was when she really began to notice the lack of it elsewhere. She depended on Bellanda still, yes, but she was a void, a massive sucking pit of need, and she was starving, hopeless, lost, clinging to Bellanda tighter and tighter as neither of them found they could survive without the other.

But it never worked. Miranda couldn't have explained why it didn't work, only that it didn't. Maybe they didn't, couldn't, understand her? Maybe there was something that was lacking in them, something that made them speak and talk as though speaking to someone else in Miranda's place, someone other than Miranda herself. Maybe there was something in Miranda, still hiding behind the projection of someone so much larger than herself.

Or maybe it was that they had fallen in love with that image of Miranda, the Crown Princess that lavished them with everything they could ever want, the same image that made her enemies quiver and made the courts look upon her when she spoke.

She didn't know. They ended poorly, irregardless. At first Miranda attempted kindness, but something like her is never capable of full kindness, not really. Then she gave up, and stopped trying, and focused solely on the dual needs of keeping them away from anything they might ruin and entertaining herself. It was entertaining, really. Pretty things remained just as pretty when they broke, and Miranda enjoyed the long tease, the leading up, the betrayal, the sharp cut of emotional high as adoration spilled over into the deepest fear. If they loved her for her danger, then they should expect to eventually face it. It was only common sense.

No... She found the ideals of love to be more enticing. After all, just because that need couldn't be met in her suitors' court or in toys, didn't mean the need for connection went away. It just grew and grew, stubborn and furious in her chest, a deepening want that swallowed up the ocean around her as she imagined all the theoretical people who would be able to meet it for her. Someone who would listen to her, hear her, see her first and foremost for what she was and not get lost in what she pretended to be. Someone who could comfort her, and hold her, and knew exactly what to say. Someone who would keep her safe, make her feel secure, could vanquish the yearning from her heart and leave her whole enough to become her own person again.

That was what love was supposed to be, wasn't it? Someone that she could rely on. Love wasn't worth anything if it wasn't someone meeting her in kind. Everything else would be so much easier, so much simpler, if she could find someone to love, someone to confront the world with her.

Maybe she had done something wrong? That could be one reason why love hadn't come to her yet, wouldn't come to her. That she had made a poor nest for it inside her heart, so that it couldn't nestle inside, couldn't make it a home. Or, maybe she had driven her love away? It could've been in any of the people who had come before, people who Miranda had tried to love, who she had thought she had loved, but now wasn't sure. If she had loved them, then surely it would be more potent than that, and so maybe she just hadn't gone far enough, pushed along longer and deeper and simply tried harder to love them.

This was around when her training for her ambassadorship had begun, and the fairytales her tutors had given her to help her learn English only furthered this point of inquiry. Maybe there were only a few people in the world who she could love, select and special people, and she just hadn't found them yet? That made sense to Miranda. That maybe love was something she was destined for, but it just hadn't happened yet, so it floated around unfulfilled until Miranda managed to luck up and find them.

Or maybe find her? She liked the thought of them finding her. That maybe this need for love in them was felt too, great and massive and despairing, and so they needed her too. And maybe they needed her so much and so badly that they'd do anything for her, risk anything, run blindly into danger if it meant simply looking upon her face for once, for just the potential of knowing, oh! That's who I love!

And she had felt the want again on land! Which was not to say it had ever really gone away, no. If anything, it had gotten worse in the span of time she spent away from Bellanda for the first time in her life, a rampant loneliness that threatened to kill her with no one else in the world who would check up on her.

But, after a year, the want did come, and it came directed and purposeful this time, pointed in the direction of other people, other people who she could say she wanted! She could not say if this want was love, but wanting had to be the first step to love, right?

Well. Except that her love, the love that she wanted, the love that she was speaking of, was the wrong love. The thought would've been preposterous earlier in her life, that there could ever be a thinking, feeling person who did not have such a love, such a need for others there in their life, but Miranda had learned better quickly.

She had learned that landfolk do not, could not, love that way. They did not arrange themselves in groups, did not become one with their loves, focused on unimportant things like kissing or sex, things which only ever existed to serve the love, by all of Miranda's accounts. The love that she did have, the love that she had for Bellanda, was something different to the landfolk, and she couldn't explain it to them, because they never would feel that way for anyone else and never could.

So it was want. Miranda would not allow herself to be tricked into thinking it was love again, even if she wanted it to be, and even if the way the landfolk touched her and talked to her made them act very much like the love was supposed to act. And love did require a mutual aspect, Miranda had learned that already, from all the times she had tried to make herself love but failed when someone else said they did.

Times which were rapidly repeating, Miranda was learning. Sure, they might not know love and might not be capable of it, but they were just as capable of everything that had come before. Plenty of landfolk wished to own her, and they were just as willing to try everything that had come before to do it. It didn't really matter if they wanted to shine her and put her on a shelf or if they wanted something more substantial out of her, it was all just a different form of ownership.

They would talk about possessing her, wanting her. They would discuss the ways that they would do it, ways that they could capture her attention and her time, and sometimes Miranda would humor them. Most of her usual company was back in the Merkingdom, after all, and they were harder to call up and insist that they come keep her company now that she was on land. She still had her other needs, other forms of enjoyment, and landfolk were just as capable of providing, even if she never grew any more interested in them.

She really didn't know what to do at this point. The love had to be coming, there had to be someone out there who would love her, who she could love, that she could sink into and close her eyes and be able to relax for a moment. But if her love was coming, then it had to be a terrible tower they were traversing up to her. It had been so long now, and Miranda was getting so cold.