#soulbearing

[qhideduo]

So, at the 2:56:30 mark on the November 24th stream, Scar started to brainstorm the plot of the Hotguy movie, and he mentioned Cub being a vigilante. I may have gone a bit overboard.

Meet Soulbearer, a morally grey vigilante in the shadows and semi-rival to Hotguy (in the sense that they're both competing over who gets to beat up the bad guys first), who takes a knack out of taunting Hotguy (which he does NOT appreciate).

Other characters: Hotguy, Cuteguy

Bonus:

[convex-solos]

actual scene in the hotguy movie trust me guys

[strunmah-mah]

Action Comics #1060

Okay I know it's from a cursed timeline and everything, but this is such a cool design for Otho

[nuclearblast]

when "i" was younger i would sit in my freshman year of highschool fully convinced that i was a character from homestuck or gravity falls or animorphs or pokemon stuck in an alternate reality and that the other characters were looking for me. i would stare at the door and imagine my friends dave strider and karkat vantas and jade harley coming to rescue me and bring me back because they needed me. but then i felt bad that i knew so much about their lives that they didnt tell me directly i would think up apologies to tell them. i would sit on my bed in my room and talk to a specific point on my ceiling because i was certain that they were tapped in to what i was thinking and saying and feeling and doing and they were judging whether or not i was really that character. another variant was thinking i was a character but that same character was watching me going "i wouldnt say that :/" and so i tried to be more like the character so that they would like me. turns out i have a dissociative and cluster b disorder and probably some kind of. whats the word. delusion.

[legendaryevokercupcake]

Sophone, Kleia, Pelagos, Nikolon (left to right). I'm right.

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[maddstermind]

Hey there, howdy, hello! Welcome to my writeblr that I am going to try real hard to be active on!

I'm Madd, they/them, and while I might not post it all here, I am a very active writer hoping for publication in the near future! I'm hoping to become part of the community, so feel free to tag me in things/shoot me asks/anything of the sort!! I'd love more writer friends :>

(Also, this is a sideblog! My main is warriorblood1, so if you get random follows/likes from that account, that's me!)

Want to know more details? Keep reading!

What do you write? I write all kinds of things! I have ideas in honestly too many genres and whatnot at this point, and I hope to someday write them all!

Right now, however, I have two main focuses: spooky short stories, and a novel series! (Though I do have a couple other novel things.)

Tell me about the short stories. My short stories tend to be 3k to 5k on average, and most wind up being horror or horror-adjacent. I tend to describe them as being "Twilight Zone-esque," but most would fit as being called gothic horror.

I have previously published some short stories, but my full legal name is on them so I hesitate to link them here. Regardless, I hope to publish a collection sometime soon!

Tell me about the novel series. Auberon Academy is a four-novel series told through a rotating POV of four main characters. It is a fantasy setting (though a bit more modern fantasy; more or less 1950s tech-wise), but the plot is more of a mystery/thriller.

I'm querying the first novel and have the first draft of the second one finished, and am now starting to draft the third book! You can learn more about the first book, Manifestations and the Missing, here in this funny slideshow I made. Update: Here's a slideshow for book two, In Pursuit of Knowledge!

What do you do besides writing? Not much. Just kidding.

I'm bad at video games, but I love to play them. A favorite hobby of mine is tabletop role-playing games, my favorites being Call of Cthulhu, Blackbirds, Dungeons & Dragons, and Vampire: The Masquerade! I also love to draw, and several of my story ideas are actually comics!

But lets be honest. Torturing my characters (canonically or otherwise) is my favorite thing to do. What kind of writer would I be if I said anything different?

How do you tag things?

General writing: #madd writing

Prompts: #prompt response

Tag games: #tag game

Ask games: #ask game

Asks: #questions

Resources: #holding

Short story work: #short story

Novel work: #novel work

Auberon Academy-specifc: #boberon

Soulbearer-specific: #sogbog

DIIE-specific: #DIIE

Cináed-specific: #dragondad

My art: #madd doodles

Other writeblr-related things: #writeblr stuff

Also, this post has the list of character tags for Auberon!

I'll also try to tag anything that feels like it should warrant a trigger warning!

Anything else to note? I'm very nervous about posting my work to Tumblr (fear of theft really gets to you), but I'm trying to overcome it. That being said, you might not see too terribly much of it here - if you're really interested, please reach out to me! I'd most likely be happy to share more on a more private level.

Also, I have ADHD! I tend to hyperfixate on my own work (which is a nightmare but also useful), but if you're ever confused by something. That's probably why.

Thanks for being here, y'all!

[hummingbird-the-one-and-oni]

Ok, hOtgUy and cUtegUy au idea!

So, grian is Ariana Griande in this au, and scar is her bodyguard. One night after a show, Griande is backstage while scar discusses some stuff with her manager (mumbo) out of sight. She sees scars briefcase, and decides to be a little shit and open it. When she does, she sees the hotguy uniform. Something sparks in her that day, and she knows she wants to be his sidekick.

I have more stuff under the cut, if you wanna read more

When Griande gets home, and turns back into grian, he goes to his closet to find anything to make a costume.

He finds a maroon colored mask (bc 2020), pink heart shaped sunglasses (he wore them at a summer concert a couple years ago) and pink hooded jacket. He knows that the jacket needs the hotguy logo, but the only paint he can find is pink and orange (he doesn't remember what craft that came from) but, he supposes it will do. He paints the hotguy logo with those colors on the front of the jacket, but in a more heart shaped pattern. He scrounges around, and finds black leggings, and black combat boots.

Now that he has the costume, he needs a name. He thinks for a second before deciding on, CuteGuy! Now that he has his third alter-ego in place, he goes out searching for hotguy. It takes him a few hours, but eventually he finds hotguy perched on the side of a building, about to pounce on a mugger, but cuteguy gets to the mugger first. He hops down, and punches the mugger in the face, managing to knock them out with one punch. When he turns around he sees the lady he just saved, and she thanked him and went on her way.

Hotguy, now thoroughly pissed that this newcomers stole his mojo, jumps down from where he was perched, and asked this new guy what the heck that was! This new guy just responds with "I'm cuteguy, and I'd like to be your side kick!" Hotguy obviously refuses, and leaves.

They run into each other a couple more times before hotguy finally agrees to let cuteguy be his sidekick.

So, now that this dynamic duo is together, they fight crime together! Until one day they run into someone posing as an old vigilante, the Poultry Man(pearl in disguise) . Grians old alter-ego. They have multiple run-ins along with also running into another vigilante, soulbearer (cub) and the villains the Red King (ren) and the Vampire (mumbo)

Overall a lot of shenaniganary, and ✨️secrets✨️

I will probably be drawing the designs for these characters, and I hope you guys are interested!

Edit: would you guys be interested in me making this a fic?

[everybodyloveshippos]

posting my art: cool

posting my writing: thi sis actually soulbearing ,h. dies

[selfescaping]

it was safe. sticks and lines on a paper you could put away. it was a circus lightshow you could flip on. sad chords rang a bright sound, saw a whole life pass by. if you had something else going on, you could look away. there were no promises, you couldn't know anything for sure, but you didn't have to, so it was safe. branches cracked, water surged by, but it wasn't handholding, soulbearing, it was a story, and i don't blame you. it was safe.

[starfacedloser]

Ngl this now looks like somewhat like a teen magazine now Lmao

I made a reference to @boatem soulbearer design

My full designs for cuteguy and hotguy

[qhideduo]

I was starting to get worried! What took you so long?

[chirpchangeling]

1 17 24 !

Already answered the other two, so ill just focus on the one

1) what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

I dont think i could ever whittle it down to JUST three, and A Lot of the sincere answers i Could give to this question are very sad and a little soulbearing for putting up on my blog. So im gonna try to keep it to the light stuff.

- media analysis communities! Ive always loved art and thinking about it and interpreting it and iterating on it, so finding people who did exactly that at a higher level was groundbreaking for me. Now, a lot of the critics i followed as a young'n are/were. Kinda dogshit at it in retrospect (some because they were more entertainers using media as material than serious critics) and a number of them were not good people either lmao but they got me really starting to take critical thinking seriously, and that got a whole lot of other gears turning over the years.

- my neighbor rob and my highschool ceramics teacher mrs. simpson. rob singlehandedly raised my standards for how i should be treated as a human being at an age and in a situation where i really needed that. and mrs. simpson's sincerity warmth and enthusiasm for art and teaching made a very permanent impression on me.

- reading homestuck and participating in its fanbase too young was definitely a formative experience for me in Many ways that are too nuanced to explain in shortform,

[im-not-batman]

Tell me about the Dean/Benny fic 🤩

Oo I'm so excited about this one!! Thank you so much for the ask 💚💚

So it's an AU where Dean does the trials to close up the gates of Hell and goes to get Bobby. Sam finds Benny to ask him to go to purgatory to help Dran get back. When Benny says he's not going back, Dean just. Loses it.

"Come on Benny, your turn," Dean said rolling up his sleeve. He was about to let the knife pierce his skin, but was stopped by a hand grabbing hold his wrist, strong and unyielding. He looked up into Benny's face and found him frowning.

Dean mirrored the expression, though where Benny looked resolute, Dean was just confused, "What are you doing, man? We don't have time for this," he tried to pull away from the vampire's vice grip but it was useless.

Benny's eyes softened. Dean's stomach flipped. Not in a good way this time. He knew what was coming. He'd been wrestling down the thought, avoiding acknowledging it, like that would keep it from being real.

"I'm not going back, Dean," Benny lilted, voice silken and soft but leaving no room to be argued with.

And there were the words Dean had been hoping were never going to come. He knew from the moment Benny had appeared that there was something wrong, that he wasn't acting right.

"I ain't leaving you behind again, Benny," Dean's voice was hoarse, throat tight with dread.

"Yeah, you are," he replied, quiet and calm, as though he wasn't talking about being permanently dead. His eyes retained that usual softness, and his lip was almost curved into a content smile.

Feeling Dean's arm go limp, Benny let his grip on his wrist go, and stepped back, stood relaxed against tree.

The sight only served to incense the Winchester. He couldn't stand the thought of leaving him here to be hunted and tortured by monsters for eternity. It wasn't a thought he could stomach, and seeing Benny so at peace with his decision made Dean want to throw up.

He surged forward, barely keeping his footing on the uneaven forest floor, and grabbed Benny's jacket in a fist. He looked up at him with his eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned in a grimace and he could feel tears threatening his sinuses. Benny just rested his hands on Dean's forearms.

"Don't you do this, Benny," he pleaded through gritted teeth, searching his friend's face for any sign of doubt, any opportunity to change his mind, "if this is about me keeping my distance topside, I regret it okay. I shouldn't have left you hanging. We were supposed to be in it together and I let you down... you're the only one I got who really gets me, man," his voice faultered and he coughed.

"Dean—" Benny started, Dean cut him off.

"I need you, okay?" The words ripped out of him. It was the most honest, soulbearing, frightening thing he'd ever said outloud.

When his brain caught up, he realised just how intensely true those words felt. He needed Benny. He wasn't quite sure what he'd been thinking when he'd said that they needed space from each other. It had felt like he'd been missing something all this time; like he'd broken his leg but lost his crutch, like he had an all-consuming habit and suddenly gone cold-turkey. He'd been too occupied to realise that that feeling had gone away the moment Benny had shown up again.

"I need you..." he repeated, weaker this time, the whirring of his mind taking up all his energy. His grip on the vampire loosened, but Benny's hands stayed holding him close, "you can't leave me."

There was a still sort of quiet between them for a moment. It was thick and heavy as molasses, Dean felt crushed under the weight of it.

"I already did, Deano," Benny finally spoke and tilted his head trying to get Dean to look into his eyes again, "I'm already dead, I'm just askin' you to keep me that way."

Dean hadn't even noticed that tears had started to fall until Benny reached one hand up and wiped them away with a thumb. He kept his palm rested against Dean's jaw and the hunter had to fight not to melt into it.

"I'm not meant for the world up there," he tilted his head towards the portal, "everyday was a fight, trying to keep from hurtin' good folks. Dodging my past, and trying to stop the people lookin' for me from causin' too much hurt.

"I didn't know how to live, I was barely keepin' my head above water. Down here it makes sense. I know that the only people I hurt, who can get hurt, are monsters too."

"You're not a monster, Benny," Dean protested, but the vampire shook his head fondly, not wanting to re-hash an argument they'd already had so many times, "come back with me and I'll help you stay clean."

Benny just smiled, affection in his eyes, "I can't ask that of you. You've already got all of this goin' on." he grazed his hand lightly up and down Dean's right arm that currently housed Bobby's soul, "I'll get in your way."

He couldn't sensibly disagree with that. He did have a lot on his plate, and taking care of a vampire with addiction issues would distract him from it all. But he didn't feel sensible right now. He wanted to scream and shout and fight until Benny changed his mind.

"I don't care what it takes, man," Dean gritted his teeth, tears flowing in earnest now, "I'll do anything you need me to. Just come back."

Send me an ask with which of my WIPs from This Post you wanna hear about!

[pornoes]

I finally figured out how to explain why I’ve been so irritated constantly at my husband again these past 2 weeks. It’s nothing new (which is the problem lol) but I guess going to couples therapy for 2 months and seeing an iota of change was just enough for me to put the rose colored glasses on again.

You don’t have to read all this but I’m not gonna lie I would love some validation right now

I just hate how I’ll have so much on my mind – deep, meaningful thoughts/fears/hopes and I CANNOT talk him about any of it. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my past struggles with mental health, sexuality, my parents… and i know he is not someone I can confide in. For a while I was still telling myself that talking about heavy stuff wasn’t something necessary. Or that I was the problem for wanting to talk about it, that I was the problem for not feeling any better when I did try to go to him. But like…. I confide in my friends all the time. I have heartfelt and soulbearing conversations with my friends frequently and with ease, and I always feel so much better when I do.

But when I have talked to him it’s always made me feel worse. While I was realizing and coming to terms with the fact that I was raised in a really terrible household, I tried to talk to him about some of the psychological games and stress my mother put on me. He just stared at me blankly. When I recounted how my dad– for once in front of other people including him– called me the wrong name and told a story that showed how detached he was, my husband told me that was normal. That my dad being there for only one week every month my whole life was fine.

He’s consistently responded to things in ways that had caused me to backslide, and require me to undo additional damage in therapy.

I told him how my mother read that godforsaken “walking on eggshells” book and then used my BPD diagnosis against me. She would tell me I was crazy, that I was feeling emotions I shouldn’t, and anything bad that to me was my fault and I deserved. I couldn’t confront her because if i ever said something was wrong, she would tell me that it was horrible living with me because she felt like she was walking on eggshells. So I couldn’t ever complain because then I was just proving her right. I told him how scary and horrible the phrase “walking on eggshells” is when it’s used against me.

Anyway. I told him that story once. And then we got in a fight recently because of the ol “I don’t want to have sex with you cuz your fat” thing he said back in 2016. And during the fight he told me he could never talk to me about anything because living with me was like walking on eggshells.

He’s used my diagnosis against me so many times. Which is actually hilarious now because 2 different psychologists have told me I don’t meet the criteria for BPD. Hes used things against me that I’ve confided in him about. Hes picked on my insecurities and fears.

And the kicker is that I would NEVER do that to him. I never have and I never would. How hateful, how cruel. I know his insecurities and would have the power to twist the knife like that and I refuse to. Hes self conscious about his intelligence, like pretty intensely. Well my old roommate called him stupid (half-joking, but only half) and I could tell it hurt him. Okay so she was really shitty for a lot of reasons and I was already planning on not renewing the lease… but I broke the lease within that month because that was the final straw. I MOVED to protect him from his own bad self esteem. And he took my actual trauma and shoved it in my face to get me to shut up.

So how am I supposed to trust him after all that?

[gbeartstudio]

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