#to my already fictional blorbos

[worlds-end-discotheque]

excuse me while I add a third Disco Elysium OC to my roster...

God, I love how this game is written. It's so fun to just... make little blorbos based on how Harrier du Bois' fucked up brain voices will see them. A heehee. Giggle.

Anyway, enjoy~ He's still being developed, but I hope this teaser will tide some of yous over <3

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VISUAL CALCULUS: A young man. No older than his late 20s. 172 centimeters, approximately 68 kilograms. Bright, outgoing-- probably has loads of friends.

LOGIC: Someone this popular doesn't take for a solo flâneur.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: "Flâneur"-- the coolest of the cool, but in that introspective, cool international poet way. A person without chains or concerns, wandering the urban paths for no better reason than the city has solid ground and the flâneur has feet. Basically, this kid is flâneuring right now-- aimlessly milling about, simply for the pleasure of it.

HALF-LIGHT: Or so he says.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: What kind of crowd would someone this cool and casual draw?

1. What does he look like?

Me. I'm his crowd. He rolls with guys like me.

Seems like a pop-collared prick if you ask me. I don't even need to see him to smell it. Elitism, baby.

Why do we care? We're just asking directions.

PERCEPTION: Now, remember-- you can't determine everything there is to know about a guy based on how he looks, brother.

LOGIC: But we can guess.

PERCEPTION: Sure. He's got a lot of pockets. A dark, snug-fitting ribbed tank top. A t-shirt, cropped at the ribs. A heavy-duty canvas worker's jacket, again with lots of pockets. A bandana around his neck. Work gloves, a duffel bag - so many pockets - and a good, strong pair of leather work boots.

SHIVERS: Hang on. Something isn't right here.

HALF-LIGHT: This whole time, you've been listening to his casual directions, the Lieutenant jotting each one down with quiet affirmations of 'mhm' or 'what's next?' You've been looking at him, haven't even taken your eyes off him.

SHIVERS: But neither has he.

HALF-LIGHT: He's been watching you, watching him.

[SKILL CHECK: COMPOSURE -- GODLY: SUCCESS] You manage to look almost bored, lazily passing your eyes over him again, paying extra attention to what you see.

PERCEPTION: We missed something.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: He runs with an alternative crowd. But not with them. This kid doesn't have an air of popularity-- it's infamy. Look at his bootstraps.

ENCYCLOPEDIA: Revolutionary groups often adopt subtle signs to recognize one another in the wild, especially when expressing a certain view or lifestyle which may invite dangerous interactions. This young man is gritty, savvy in your Marazovian sociopolitical lingo. He's a comrade, of the working class.

HALF-LIGHT: No. Not a comrade. He may not be a fascist, but he's not quite our friend.

PERCEPTION: Check his boots again.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Blue laces. For the code.

ESPRIT-DE-CORPS: Cop-killer.

[ineffablefool]

gahhhh the last few weeks I have been starving for fics or art where Aziraphale is clearly, legitimately fat (with adoring attention paid to his physical features which are associated with said fatness) and also clearly, legitimately loved ("desired" would be okay but oh give me cherished, give me treasured and held dear and, again, adored)

and I know that this is one of those things where I should just be the change I want to see in the world, but the last few weeks I have also been [flops face-first onto bed and doesn't move for 45 minutes], so clearly that is not happening

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[twistedappletree]

Thinking about Lan Sizhui teaching Jin Ling how to play guqin.

Thinking about Jin Ling absolutely bored to tears by the fundamentals until he hears how beautifully Lan Sizhui plays and suddenly takes an interest (in the guqin, definitely the guqin, he’s interested in the guqin only, okay??)

Thinking about Jin Ling practicing outside of classes because he wants to impress Lan Sizhui by how much he’s improved and wants to make him proud and wants to see his face light up with a smile—I mean, what? No no no, he just wants to show initiative to learn, that’s all there is to it, nothing more. Nothing at all.

Thinking about Lan Sizhui finding Jin Ling asleep on his guqin after a night of wearing himself out with extra practice and gently waking him up to safely escort him back to his room so he doesn’t get caught by their seniors. Meanwhile, Jin Ling sleepily leans against him on the walk back to his room because it’s normal, he’s just tired, it’s obviously normal because Lan Sizhui slips his hand into his and smiles and Jin Ling’s heart feels like it’s on fire. Oh no.

Thinking about Jin Ling opening up to Lan Sizhui about his nightmares from all the trauma he’s endured and Lan Sizhui staying to play guqin for him until he falls asleep, each note chasing away every bad dream that tries to disturb him.

Thinking about them practicing guqin alone together the next day. And the day after. And the day after that—and they really are practicing but it’s a little hard to focus when Lan Sizhui keeps putting his hands over Jin Ling’s to move them to the correct strings, and Jin Ling’s face is a breath away from Lan Sizhui’s every time he leans over to help him.

It’s just guqin practice, that’s all there is to it, perfectly normal. 🩵💛

[likeawolfatthemoon]

[sovaharbor]

bro help the ocs are consuming me. holy shit. i get it now.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

reading the comments of OI stories is so unpleasant sometimes like 😭 i hate seeing people rage and curse at characters who aren't the protags. bro it's not their fault that they're antagonists and they're not even THAT annoying lmao

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

You ever dated someone for a bit without realizing you were dating until years after you broke up?

Anyway, communication is key

[liazrad]

i might perhaps be at a point where I'm getting too gatekeepy about Allister.

[ghostsvignettes]

i am The Universe's favorite chew toy

[feldspursfiyero]

i actually kinda miss rpf fandoms haha like... i don't miss f1 itself, but i miss rpf fandoms where everyone knows what they're doing and what's up, like how nobody really believes that their otp is actually together (and even if they actually are (?? haha), it has no bearing on what you write/create). and just. i miss that there are no canon ships, so everyone just ships whatever they like (or whore their fave out like i do) and well, i didn't really catch any ship wars during the time i was in the f1 fandom (twice) but maybe i just managed to stay away from all of that. and (at least in my experience) there wasn't any weird comments on fic of how the plot should've been like that, or you shouldn't have done this with this character; i also really liked how there wasn't just smut fic (although there was plenty of that too heheh), but also wonderful, wildly creative AUs of any sort, like it just became so easy to take these characters (because by the time you write about rl people in fic, they DO become characters) and put them in any situation/scenario that you liked--like it just became so easy to know them on a fic/writing level because people before you did the research and put it in their fic, and then you'd read their fic and you'd learn that this guy has blah number of brothers and sisters and these are their names and these are their parents' names--

anyway. i miss the chillness of rpf fandoms. or at least, the ones i've been in anyway.

[musical-chick-13]

I love being nit-picky about canon until it's a character I hate. Then I love intentionally interpreting every single thing about them through the absolute worst lens possible. Because I hate them. And I love hating. Hope this helps.

[icharchivist]

i'm back at my mom's house for a bit so i'm digging a bit around in my archive from the time i used to collect magazines on various topics and. and half of my old magazines have my Mystery Blorbo in it.

Mystery Blorbo aka a character i've been aware about for over a decade and liked the concept of but never cared enough to get into the stuff the chara was in bc i was too lazy for it until they showed up in my dreams a few months ago.

and now i found. i found about a dozen of magazines that i bought in the way back. that feature them in it.

They've literally been living in my walls for decades i'm feeling so ill.

[gardenelfi]

wish more people liked my most specialest guy so i would maybe have a chance to feel comfortable to post the batshit cute stuff i made

[astral-catastrophe]

I would be too powerful if I learned how to draw my first ever blorbo, Luke Skywalker <3

[dreamersscape]

Does it feel like life is permanently set to extreme hard mode and I still feel super crappy greater than 90% of the time? Yup. But! Emboldened by our relative success with last year's tomatoes, we have given it another go and have added a little pepper plant friend for them. :)

(It may look like the peppers aren't doing as well as the tomatoes, but it cannot be overstated just how bananas this plant's growth chart has been; it's determined to escape the confines of its basket-cage; it has to be constantly rotated so it doesn't completely lose the battle with gravity; I only took this picture the other day and it already looks SO outdated. Can't stop, WON'T STOP.)