#whoops this should have been on my art blog

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hello! i am incredibly new here to the joe’marr community and am finding it kind of difficult? to navigate the tags and um blogs because wow there is a lot of stuff outside of joe’marr in particular? but i see you primarily show up as a content blog for bengals and joe’marr friendly! would you mind recommending some joe’marr blogs and ways to navigate the tag for the ship? and also maybe some favorite fics of yours if you have any!

but thank you really for all the content i have scrolled through your joe’marr tag pretty religiously this past few days and kind of bummed i didn’t start liking them when the season started! hopefully i can watch them next season!

Hello!! ahhh how exciting, welcome to the fandom <3 <3. i truly do love when i see people going through my tags, it’s like hello!! i see you!! i’m glad you are enjoying the same things i’m particularly unhinged about! 

but i’m sure as you noticed, my blog is kind of a mess in terms of tagging 😔 whoops. i am just not organized at all, it’s a travesty. and i really try to avoid going into any of the big tags in the fandom (the joey b tag in particular is often a horrible place lmao.) so i’m afraid i can’t really help you tag-wise (i will say that you should make sure to search through both joe’marr and joemarr without the apostrophe, because people use both, and i think the apostrophe might actually mess things up on this broken-ass website lol). 

but i can definitely recommend some blogs and some fic i enjoy! 

blogs that approach joe’marr in a similar way to me: 

chasedeys - now if you want organization, cleo is way more on top of things than me, and has some FANTASTIC long rambling thoughts on our boys <3 

saviorified - combination of hockey and joe’marr/bengals stuff. kia's got great bits of analysis AND tremendous adorable fantastic art that you should definitely look through! 

always-silly-season - my dear wonderful friend annie who is more of a bball poster this time of year BUT is also an OG joe'marr blog. unmatched takes (plus her bball ships are also compelling!!)

agender-adrastea - nik keeps a great archive of joe’marr stuff on their blog and is also one of my favorite fic authors in the fandom! 

realtapiocafan - newer to the fandom but already knows everything to have ever happened in the lore lol. does a great job researching and presenting all of it for the fandom, an essential follow for the joe’marr lore enjoyer! 

cazluvsu - a bills bro, but also a fellow joe’marr poster! including this video that i am Obsessed with (among other great stuff!)

k8023 - more of a general bengals blog who posts a lot of the latest news in the fandom as well as cute joe’marr posts! 

chasing-clovers - always good for some good joe’marr analysis and moments! 

chase2pole - has lots of good clips and other joe'marr content for our general fandom uses!  

glittersgloom - actually more of a ravens fan (and has a lot of great info about that fandom and their different ship dynamics if you’re interested in exploring those! good stuff there honestly!) but has also lately been writing for joe’marr (again among many other great nfl ships!) and i really really love her writing :')

some fic to check out!

(it’s crazy how MUCH there is these days! i’ve said before but when i joined the fandom there were 2 (two!!) fics and now we’re at 83??? hell yeah!! i love all the fic authors for contributing truly i do, thank you!!)

keep them bright eyes focused on the coastline (waiting for you) - by the aforementioned glittersgloom, absolutely breathtaking MASTERPIECE of a joe’marr fic. and it’s 30k!!!

you look good in my shirt - a classic by nik, dealing with how they got to the point of joe wearing ja’marr’s jersey to the saints game 

run pass option - a smutty lil one-shot that i feel like really nails their dynamic (set when joe hurt his calf 2 years ago) 

so scarlet it was maroon - set after the afc championship loss :( :( sad but very sweet. 

even when the sun don't shine - dives into the tension/angst at the start of this season with ja’marr’s contract but with a nice happy ending <3

I don't want you like a bestfriend - this one is just super fun and porny and a great time all around lol. features jealous joe and desperate ja'marr (and even a bit of treymarr lol) which i’m alllll about. 

there’s lot more to check out, like i said, 83 fics! but these are just some that have stuck with me!!

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70's sleaze

contents - ted’s name your price character, flirting, a wee bit of pining

author’s note // ok, name your price with ted’s character on it is the reason i started this blog. don’t look at me that way. also, i work in film and tv but on the art department side, so if many sound people out there notice anything wrong, uhhh, whoops! tell me what it is and i will fix it :).

(some sound terms so no one lost, lav mic is the small hands-free mic usually clipped to clothing and hair mic are similar to lavs but typically sit on the forehead and are threaded through the head and down the neck)

you loved your job; you really did. you’d been working in los angeles in film and tv for the last 2-ish years and were on some more niche projects, but you were doing what you loved (and getting paid), and that’s all that mattered. 

that leads to today. one of your friends had hooked you up with a pa job for a project called ‘name your price.’ you were working with ferdinand on the sound team; basically, he wanted an assistant to fix mics and battery packs on screen while he was focused on audio cues. it was a simple job and mostly sitting around with him talking. you glanced at the levels on the mics occasionally and kept seeing mic four acting up. the guy would speak, and his input was low even though his fader was all the way up. you lean into ferdinand and whisper, “during the first break, i’m gonna check mic four. the levels are weird on it.” he nods in agreement, “mic four is on ted; he’s at the furthest podium.”

the break comes, and you have a minute and a half to try and fix the mic. you get out of your seat, walking over behind the podiums, and tap ted on the shoulder; he’s a lot taller than you thought. “umm excuse me,” he turns to you, “uhh hi ted, i’m (y/n), i’m part of the sound team. your mic is giving us weird levels, and i was wondering if i could check your mic pack?” you explain. ted looks you up and down with his eyes peeking over the top of his sunglasses, still in character. “anything for you doll.” he hands you the mic pack as he dances to the music and chats with the other contestants. you fiddle with the mic pack, setting it to channel 5 and turning up the sensitivity to see if that changes anything. “ted you you speak into your mic? we just need to check levels.” you ask him. ted turns back to you, “of course i can sugar.” as he’s speaking, you’re looking over at ferdinand to get a thumbs up that levels are better. you don’t get it, and have 15 seconds until the break is over. “ok,” you say to yourself. ted still has his attention on you. “you can stop talking. try and be a little quieter this next segment. your mic is being really weird. i’ll be back to fix it.” you explain to him while closing the back of the mic pack . “is it ok if i put this back on you?” you ask. “go ahead; you know it best.” ted replies, a little less in character. he turns around, and you move his jacket to clip it back to the back of his pants. 

you walk back off screen to look at the levels. “do you mind if i?” you whisper, referencing playing with the faders on the sound board. “be my guest.” ferdinand replies, focused on hitting the multiple sound cues austin wanted from him. you move your chair closer to the soundboard and the connected monitor. you know the basics of sound mixing and what audio levels should look like, and hopefully, that’s enough. after a bit of tweaking, which was more complicated than you anticipated since ted isn’t speaking consistently, you pull the mic to a somewhat happy medium. however, you are going to have to turn the receiver down on the mic pack again. 

the next break comes, and you walk back over to ted. he’s dancing as he sees you and gives you a sleazy smile while visibly looking you up and down again. “hi ted, it’s me again.” you greet. “ahh my favorite crew member.” he greets. “may i see your mic pack again?” you ask. “of course sugar.” he dances to face the opposite way so you can grab it. he turns back to you, and you’re dancing along with him in a simple side-to-side as you tune the receiver down a hair. looking up at him, “can i speak into your mic?” you ask. he nods, “go for it,” while his eyes peer over his sunglasses. you move him to the side a little so you can look over to ferdinand, “woah take a guy to dinner before you start throwing me around!” he exclaims as he’s taken off balance slightly. your face softens, “oh, i’m so sorry, i didn’t notice i almost knocked you over.” you apologize. he breaks character and puts his hand on the side of your upper arm. “hey, don’t sweat it, i’m just fuckin’ with you.” you lean into his chest, looking up at him. “oh so no dinner?” you tease and see a very faint blush appear on his neck. you had to admit, he was quite attractive and the 70s-sleazeball character was doing something for you. you look back at ferdinand waiting for the thumbs up. you play with the receiver nob on the pack until you get the thumbs up for him. “umm i mean yeah sure.” ted stuttered out, “yeah dinner sounds great.” “am i making you nervous ted?” you ask, moving around him to place his pack back in his belt. “what no, we’ll talk later.” he recovers. you wink back at him as you walk off-screen as the break ends. you can see him getting back into character and trying to shake the blush off.

the rest of the show is going well, and you’re really happy you got the job from your friend. you were still paying attention to the mic levels and only had to change the batteries in austin's mic so far. during the chat the bed segment, ted starts taking fake pills from will and you stare at his hands as he makes sure the camera sees them and pops them in his mouth. it felt like your brain short-circuited; you can only imagine what his hands would feel like gripping your hips, then slowly moving up to your waist and kneading at you- “fuck, hey (y/n).” ferdinand pulls you out of your daze as you look at the levels and would you believe it, ted’s mic is super low even though the faders are almost all the way up. you shake your head as you try and vanish the thoughts, well at least for now, and focus on your job. “can we just change the mic?” you ask him. “i think we only have one other mic pack.” ferdinand whispers back. “cool so i need to change the pack right?” you clarify. he gives an iffy pause, “you may just want to take the lav from him, but the only other mic we have is a hair mic.” “i mean i know how to put one on an actor if thats the only option.” you explain, finding the years of theater in high school and sticking mics on your classmates was paying off. “that’d be great, thanks (y/n).” and ferdinand pats your shoulder. as the segment continues, you find the mic pack, the hair mic, the tape for the wire, and bobby pins, in the box production gave you for the shoot. you’re standing up, ready for the next break since you only had 2 minutes for the whole operation. 

the show starts the next break, and ted locks eyes with you immediately and points to his mic. you’re walking over to him to begin to explain what you’re doing. “ok,” you reach him and start ripping your tape into smaller pieces. “so we’re changing your mic and i’m going to give you a hair mi-” you look up and him and realize, again he’s a lot taller than you. without thinking, you grab his wrist and pull him off stage to have you sit in your seat. “so we’re giving you a hair mic,” you start your explanation up again, “is it ok if i touch your neck and hair?” you ask. “please, go for it.” he replies, a little quicker than you’d be used to. “what do you need me to do?” he asks, looking up at you. “take your lav and mic pack off and hand it to ferdinand. please and thank you.” you answer, and you start to work. as he’s taking the first mic off, you have bobby pins between your lips as you position the head of the mic on his forehead. you tape the wire down, snake it across his scalp, and bobby pin it in his hair so it's less likely to fall out. the mic snakes down his neck. you gently press pieces of tape on the back and side of his neck with the back of your knuckles as a way to respect his boundaries. “stand up for me please.” you instruct him. he does. “i’m gonna clip the new pack in the same spot on your belt,” you reach around him and do so, “also try not to mess with your hair too much, i placed the mic in with bobby pins, and you can’t see it from above and i don’t want it falling out.” you plead. “oh yeah, of course. thank you for changing it quickly (y/n). you're my favorite crew member.” he pats the side of your shoulder, winks, and then walks back on stage. you’re left feeling like you passed out and woke up to ted winking at you since you got super into your working headscape. well at least you remembered the wink. 

everything for the rest of the show is going well; ted is messing with his hair, but not to the extent that you've seen him do it before he got the new mic. throughout the show, you can see ted glancing over to you as a part of the pill addict character he’s playing, having a breakdown and looking off into space. you’re not sure if he’s looking at you or just your general direction. still, you tell yourself he’s looking at you. the breaks come and go, and ted is either dancing in the main space with the other contestants, talking to you briefly, or asking how the audio looks. his smile is so soft, and his mannerisms are so goofy you can't help but lean your head and gaze into his eyes as you chat.

during the last break for the live stream and before the haunted board segment, you walk around checking the cast's batteries on their packs. you reach ted's podium, and before you walk over to austin and will, he grabs your upper arm and pulls you over to him. his grip didn’t hurt; it just surprised you. “i have an idea for a bit for the last segment, you in?” he asks, whispering into your ear. you look back up at him and nod, “sure, why not.” he releases you, cheesing and dancing, knowing he’s still on camera.

the last segment starts with will being taken off stage for ‘illegally selling prescription pills’, mainly to ted. he claims to be by the rv park selling more after the show. ted walks over to Will, asking about the pills, and dry swallows one as he walks back to his podium and makes sure the camera sees it. the camera doesn't see the glance behind ted's sunglasses, which makes you feel like a meal to be eaten, akin to the pill. you swallow, trying to suppress the blush creeping onto your face. as you avert your gaze back to the levels to get a hold of yourself. until you hear austin ask, “can we get sound out here, ted is having mic issues.” you look at ferdinand, and he looks back at you, nodding his head towards the stage. you stand and walk over with tape in your hand and see the problem. ted messed with the mic so much it was undone from his hair. as you get closer to him, he takes you into a fake headlock and starts asking for more pills frantically; this must have been the bit. “more pills or i’ll kill like i did to that man in gainesville florida!” you look shocked and panicked as your face reddens as he was actually choking you a little and the other contestants back away from ted. austin sees the bit and plays into it. he looks at you, “(y/n), isn't it?” you nod. he looks up towards ted, “ok ted, just let (y/n) go and the pills that will be in your trailer, ok?” he’s slowly creeping up on the both of you, getting closer. ted thinks it over, and you feel his grip loosen on your neck. you take a deep breath, and his arm releases you from the hold. you fake fall onto the ground and scamper away behind the curtain. “ok, ted and (y/n) real funny,” austin says, “but can we get someone to fix his mic?” you come back out and walk over to ted. he smiles down at you. “sorry if that was too much.” he apologies. you motion for him to bend down slightly so you can fix the placement of the mic, “its ok, it was funny.” you replace his tape and walk behind the curtain again, making your way around the side of the stage to join ferdinand again at the sound table.

as the last segment comes to an end and wubby is named the winner, the cast mill about waiting for the broadcast to end, and you're doing the same so you can pack up and go. to you, it’s always fun to have an on set flirt or crush for a project. ted was a good player for the whole thing. everyone who has a mic comes over to the sound table to give it back, with ted being the last one. he sets it on the table, and his hand brushes yours, “hey i can uhh walk you to your car, i know it’s getting pretty dark outside.” he offers. you smile at him, “yeah i’ll met you outside the studio when i’m done.” he grins and walks off. you coil the mic wires up, place them with their corresponding mic pack, and take the batteries out of the pack before putting them back into the audio box labeled ‘mics’ in old painter's tape. ferdinand puts the small soundboard into the big storage bin production gave you along with the mic box. “is that it?” you ask. “i think so, hey it was great to work with you, hope you see you around more.” ferdinand extends a hand for you to shake, you do, “yeah, the same to you, this was a really fun project. If you're on it in the future, please let me know.” he chuckles, “you’ll be the first person i contact, i'll get your number from the call sheet.” you both release your hands as you grab your personal bag, wave by to ferdinand and walk out of the studio, seeing ted waiting for you. you see ted standing outside the studio doors, checking his phone and waiting for you. he looks up when he hears footsteps and smiles when he sees you. “hey ready?” he checks. “yeah, i’m pretty sure, if not i hope production will keep it for me or i guess i’ll see it on ebay in a few days.” you joke starting to walk out of the building with him. ted chuckles at your joke, and you feel a warmth in your chest from his laugh. the both of you reach the door to the building and leave. the parking lot is still dark even with the 2 light poles. “well, lead the way!” he instructs then follows you to the other side of the lot. “i was always told to take a spot far away from the building.” you tell him. “really? where’d you learn that?” he asks in disbelief. “oh i was lying I was just running late and this was the first spot i saw.” you confess as the both of you walk up to your car, he can tell it’s yours when you unlock it, and the headlights flash. “oh alright.” he tuts out. as the both of you stand there, you’re not quite sure what to say. you want to see him again but not on set, like dinner or drin- “hey if it isn’t weird,” ted starts breaking your inner struggle, “but would you like to get dinner sometime, you seem cool and i’d like to get to know you better.” “yes!” it quickly falls out of your mouth. you clear your throat, “i mean yeah, that would be great, it would be great to get to know you better.” you stand there for a minute as he puts his phone out for you to put your contact information in. you take his phone and type your number in then handing it back to him. “well, i’ll be seeing you.” he sheepishly says starting to walk off. “see ya!” you yell and wave towards him. when you get settled in your car, you take a minute and breathe. a smile starts to foam on your face from the day, and you feel a buzz in your pocket. 

from: 213 555 8620

hey, it’s ted :)

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what do u think of traitor!mic 🫶 i honestly was confused abt it when i realized how popular it was relatively speaking … there was a lot of it from like? 2020-2021?!?! i wanted to know ur take on him ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

BESTIE YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKING THE DIFFICULT QUESTIONS. OKAY LET'S TALK ABOUT TRAITOR MIC.

The long & short of it is that I SEE the vision but unfortunately, he's just not for me 😭 That isn’t to say I’m not interested in other people’s takes on him (and am super open to post/fic/art recs if anyone has any; I recently saw this piece and had a full-body flinch reaction when I Realized. Like. OMG). I just have like. Zero thoughts of my own lol, because traitor!Mic is conceptually so opposed to my understanding of the character that I can’t quite au about it.

(Before I get into my longwinded nonsense, let me just add that we should have known Mic wasn't the traitor from the very start because if he had been the League of Villains would have been way more successful lmao)

So full disclosure, when I watched the first few seasons of MHA a couple years ago, I heard there was a traitor at UA and the first thing I blurted out was 'IT'S PRESENT MIC.' I honestly am not sure why I thought so at the time, other than the fact that he seemed like an incredibly unlikely candidate, and therefore was Very Suspicious to me lol. Like, I don't even think I knew he was the one who proposed the traitor theory--if I had, it would have been so over for him. I would have been convinced he was the traitor & trying to throw people off his scent maybe for the rest of my life. In reality I probably just thought he was too loud and goofy and therefore must be hiding something (what he was hiding was a tragic backstory, whoops!) But anyway I was actually really surprised when I learned traitor!Mic had become such a prevalent theory!

In many ways, I can totally see why. Mic makes a good candidate for a traitor! He's smart, he has reasons to be dissatisfied with the pro hero status quo, and as we learn, he has very distinct public and private personas--one of which is radio DJ Present Mic, and the other is really, really angry.

THAT BEING SAID. Looking back on it, I feel like the more we learned about Mic, the more the traitor theory kind of... falls apart. I almost feel like he's Too Angry under all that leather and hairspray to be a spy for the League. For example, if I was trying to stay under the radar as a villain spy, I wouldn't turn to the guy next to me and be like ‘HEY let's beat these civilian reporters up for trespassing ♥’

Mic has every reason to be angry. He lost a close friend in a villain attack at a young age, watched the toll his death took on his friends and family even while processing (or failing to process) his own grief, and later had to confront the reality of what really happened to Shirakumo--how intentional and therefore avoidable it was--as the world was falling apart around him. I’ve talked a little bit on this blog about my many Big Sad Feelings about the ‘middle generation’ of pro heroes between All Might and the up-and-coming UA students, but more than anyone else, I think the UA teachers are a very conflicted group. It’s like… not quite ‘former child soldiers raising current child soldiers,’ but a similar concept, especially for characters like Mic, Aizawa, and Midnight, who had such a traumatic experience during their own years at UA. Now they are very much responsible for the children they are going to *checks notes* send into the same, and in some cases even more, dangerous situations that chewed them up and spat them out as teenagers. Very healthy, very mindful.

So Mic does have reasons to be disillusioned, but the thing is, he very actively participates in an often-hypocritical pro hero society. (This is not a criticism of him btw; many characters in the series do, and it’s often what makes them interesting!) Something that’s come up in book club is the fact that Present Mic is a public figure with a platform of his own and absolutely no problem loudly critiquing other heroes and even students, but he like. Really Hates the media. It’s almost funny how much he dislikes them. This is as good a reason as any that traitor!Mic should have been a hard sell, because his feelings about the media are directly opposed to those of the early League of Villains--ie, the iteration of the League when the traitor’s intel would have been at its most valuable. The early League loves the media; they want to use them to sensationalize and legitimize their message. Present Mic, meanwhile, uses his incredibly limited screentime to quite literally get in their way. He could have 100% made better use of his platform & connection to the press to aid the League.

I did try to approach this question from a non-erasermic lens, but I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about Aizawa at all for two reasons: 1) unfortunately, Mic is a side character. He doesn’t have THAT many appearances throughout the series, and most of the time, he appears with or somehow-relating-to Aizawa, and 2) you can’t talk about a traitor without talking about who they’re betraying. And honestly, I just can't see him betraying Aizawa--not after everything they've been through together, not after weathering Aizawa's darkest years, and not now, when All Might's imminent retirement (that the UA faculty is aware of in advance) means that big changes are looming on the horizon for all pro heroes. Mic himself acknowledges that the age of All Might has made them complacent--he knows that the end of the Symbol of Peace spells trouble, and that current pros are largely unequipped for a world without All Might. He has a tendency to prioritize others, especially Aizawa and those he cares about, above himself, and right now would be the very worst time to sell All Might/UA/etc out to the League.

And then of course there's the obvious: he really is just. Very kind. We don't get nearly enough Present Mic throughout the series, but what we do get tells us that he's supportive, protective, somewhat-sassy and Doing His Best. Like yeah, he roasts the other characters literally every chance he gets, and he can def be judgmental, but when it counts (when Uraraka was feeling guilty that Midoriya stayed behind to rescue her during the Entrance Exam, when Bakugou and Todoroki needed someone to supervise their remedial training, when Ms. Ikoma became overwhelmed by her students' admittedly poor behavior), he steps up for the people around him. Idk he's just a really solid hero. This is my formal apology to Present Mic for suspecting him in like 2018 or whenever it was.

THANK YOU FOR OPENING UP THIS CAN OF WORMS, do you have any thoughts on traitor!Mic? Any recommendations? Does anyone? 👀

[doledition]

Dahlia the 'Redeemed'/ Dahlia the Paranoid (Softlaunch)

(should i be studying? yes. will i? no. will i instead softlaunch one of my dol pc's and watch as it fades into the depths of this blog? you betcha.)

(art by @dol-dee) not pictured is Sayaka from madoka magica or cady heron/janis ian from mean girls or jennifer from rule of rose because i uh....ran out of space. whoops

You wake up. 

The room is old. It stinks of rot and brine, as though the Forest Lake had grown legs and crawled in. Outside, the wind slams against the window pane, and red light streams in through the window. Looks like another blood moon. 

The ground is littered. Your clothes lie in a pile next to the bed, along with some unfinished homework. No matter- you’ll finish it tomorrow in the library before class. And even if you don’t finish it, your grades are enough to tide you over. It’ll be fine. 

A loud bang rings from outside. You look. A tree smacks against the window, and a tiny tremor ripples through the room. The framed photos on your desk shudder before settling back down. 

You get up. 

The red glow bathes the room in a hellish daze, and for a second everything looks unfamiliar. You know what everything is, logically: the plush teddy bear face down on your bed isn’t a drowned corpse, and the wallpaper is composed of vines, not tentacles.  There is no knocking from the mirror, no red freshwater filling the room. 

Your head itches. Your horns ache. You are forgetting something. 

The scent of rot intensifies. A putrid scent, sinking into the nooks and crannies of the room. The tank by the window has misted over. You wipe your hand against the glass (when did you walk over here) and peer down to look inside (no turn back don’t-). 

There is a rotting corpse inside. The slime begins to disintegrate before your eyes, the tentacles vanishing at the sides. And the smell-god the smell.

A wail rises from outside, above the sound of crashing wind and trees.  You look outside the window. A pale figure stands outside, watching you.

Dahlia Tripti Rahman was not born in Dolville; no, she was born in a small flat in Oldham, to a runaway teen mother whose presence had become naught but a mystery in Dahlia's life. She was promptly abandoned by said mother to her grandparents-whose flat she'd been born in-and took off into the night, with nary even a singular look back.

Her childhood, from what little she remembered, was good. Fine. She had friends, who she played with, and family, who she loved. Her eyes set her apart-they were pink, bright pink, bordering on obscene, almost-but it was a minor thing. People thought she was cool. She was loved. Her grandparents didn't have a lot: her toys and clothes were hand me downs from other family members, she grew up in her mothers old, small room, and her fridge was rarely ever fully stocked.

Yet she was loved, and all was fine.

Then, came the move. When Dahlia was 7, the small family had sold their flat for a small, rundown house in dolville, domus street. When they moved, it was a mess, all old creaking wood and whispers and buzzing noises, lotus leaves. Dahlia was only allowed outside under adult supervision, and nothing more. It would only be later, however, that she realised why.

One night, Dahlia and her grandparents went out on a walk. It was late, and there was some tension hanging in the air. They went to the park, and walked around the fountain. Dahlia tried to grab some coins, her grandmother stopped her and-

She doesn't remember much about that night. Just a man, creeping up behind them, a stab and a scream, and next thing Dahlia knew her grandparents were dead and she was orphaned.

Dahlia had a huge family. But that family didn't live in Britain. They lived in Bangladesh, India, Germany, Sweden- no one to come and claim her, no way to get to them. Her mother had disappeared after she was born, and for all intents and purposes, Dahlia had no one. So off she went to Bailey's orphanage, and there she would stay.

She met another orphan, Robin, shortly after arriving. They took to each other fairly quickly- they were both new to the Orphanage, and Robin was perhaps the kindest person there in those early days. The other orphans thought of her as weird. She liked weird books, she had a weird smile, a strange laugh, and her eyes- her eyes were pink.

She was bullied, mercilessly and cruelly. She was the new girl, the strange girl, who didn't fit into the already cut throat nature of the orphanage youth, who was an obvious 'other'. Bottom of the pack- easy target, for orphans who were so adjusted to violence.

The days passed-well, they passed. Not good, not bad, but somewhere in between. Bailey was strict, and kept the orphans under lock and key, rarely ever letting them leave unless it was with one of the caretakers. Dahlia though- her curiosity was too strong, and she'd find ways again and again to run off to the world beyond the Orphanage, if only to be immediately taken back.

Dahlia would grow up as a curious child, wanting to explore every nook and cranny of the orphanage, yet also extremely paranoid, convinced the boogeyman was out to get her. She both cowered behind her curtain, convinced that the world was out to get her, but also pressed her face against the window, eager at any glimpse of the outside world she could get. She was a bright girl, and good at sniffing out liars. You could barely get away with anything with Dahlia, and she was a bit of a snitch (only to orphans she didn't like though. Everyone else was fine.)

Dahlia turned 18 the day before school started. She was- well, she was excited. She didn't hate the orphanage- no, she liked it. She'd managed to tamper down on her 'weirdness' and ended up making friends with many of the orphans, being a bit of a protective figure for them. She'd assist Robin in caring for the younger orphans, and grew up settling fights and disagreements. But she was so ready to just leave to straighten her wings and be allowed to go outside the Orphanage without supervision. But of course, even though she'd still look for places to live, she'd stay at the Orphanage until Uni! Bailey wouldn't mind, would she?

Oh well, Bailey didn't mind at all. In fact, it didn't seem like Bailey wanted her to leave at all…which was how Dahlia ended up, bewildered and confused, somehow having to pay off a debt she didn't know she had. She, the second upon leaving the orphanage, was assaulted, and while she managed to fight them off, realised her worst fears had been confirmed. She still had to go to school, but kept to herself in those early days, only ever talking to Robin, and then going straight to work as an Office intern. She didn't- well, she didn't think that Bailey would do something truly bad to them (even though she very obviously had a criminal background) but still…better safe than sorry?

Dahlia hated the school. Well, still hates. Filled with pieces of shit, filthy vile monsters, who couldn't give half a shit about others. The teachers- with the exception fo two- annoyed her. High and mighty fucks. Her classmates were horrid little shits, who bullied and tormented her any chance they could. And what was up with that weird guy who kept staring at her in between classes? And that one girl she ran into, who thought she owned her…ugh.

There was another normal person in the school though, besides her and Robin. A boy named Sydney who, while being incredibly religious and spacey eyed (and undeniably rather judgy) was the most normal person at the school, and Dahlia, by some miracle of nature, managed to befriend him.

Dahlia excelled in her classes. She, despite her old reservations, wormed her way into becoming the favorites of her teachers, even working with Winter on the weekends at the museum. Sure, most of her classmates thought she was a freak and stayed away from her, but Dahlia preferred it that way. She didn't need the approval of future rapists and mass murderers. Sure, maybe she wanted to sit in a crowded lunch table for once instead of sitting with Robin in a hallway or eating it with Sydney in the library but. It could be worse, right?

The debt was climbing ever higher, until it was no longer 100 euros or 150 euros but then 200, three hundred, and soon a thousand. Dahlia had been jumping from job to job, from being a shitty housekeeper to working at the cafe to working at the dog pound, but she never seemed to be able to make enough money. And after taking on Robin's debt, she was strapped for cash. So, she opened up a side business and began growing plants. Gave her some cash, but not enough. So then…she turned to stealing. And she was fucking good at it. Stripping at Briar's was dangerous, scared her- but gave her a rush all the same. And the money was good.

Soon, she stopped going in to work and began rotating between four different avenues- she'd treasure hunt on the weekends, and then the week after she'd sell the valuables to Winter and help with the exhibits. After school, she stripped and fucked at Briar's, carefully climbing her way until she could do private shows and take private clients. She'd work on her plants before school, and stole at any chance she could.

There was something…odd about the town. Something strange lurking in every corner, and Dahlia became obsessed with trying to uncover what could be behind it all. She ran across every nook and cranny of the criminal underworld trying to fit together the pieces- why did Quinn take the ivory necklace away from the museum? Who was that strange cult in the forest, or chanting away in the park? What was up with the Temple's secrecy, and how were the elites in town connected? And who was that shadowy figure following her around, attacking her every bloodmoon…

Eventually, Dahlia's dallying caught up with her. She stole one too many things, freed too may people from the pillory- she was sent to prison for months, and there Dahlia went through one of the worst periods of her life. She had to learn how to be manipulative, how to lie as though her life depended on it, how to 'play nice'. She sucked up to her fellow inmates and the gaurds, until she managed to fulfill Wren's deal and caused a mutiny in the prison, escaping. Now, Dahlia keeps her head low, and eyes to the ground. She joined the temple, has high grace, and has kept her virginity intact…just don't ask her why she and Sydney go into the temple prayer room every friday.

She's 'redeemed', so to speak, desperate to not end up in prison again. She does legitimate jobs- works for Winter at the museum, and takes to her job as a High Grace Nun with gusto. She's gone back to working in the cafe. She's redeemed…surely.

(...)

Anyways, this is her backstory (not including actual PC's she's interacted with, that would make this a whole lot more complicated.) during her actual PC launch i'll talk a little bit more about her personality, her 'quest' to save the town, all that good stuff. for now, have her backstory-very long, apologies- and a character inspo board.

Post edited putting the character inspo up top!

[rosescore245]

the tags you added to the gay rights red memes on my art blog made me cackle, your takes on him are so right and you should say it

Aaa thank you!!! Red has lowkey been a kin of mine since I first read the manga when I was like. 6. And now that I am almost 12 years older than I was then, I Have Thoughts.

I am using this ask as an excuse to blabber about Red btw, because I always have Opinions and I Think I Am Right because that's how most opinions work

(I'm so so sorry in advance it keeps getting longer. and more retrospective and a little symbolic. whoops. got too silly)

(Like 3 or 4 sentences out of this entire thing allude to Red being Attracted To Blue and tbh Green and Vio too, and there are like 2 mentions of Vio and Shadow being Gay As Hell. this did not become crazy shippy. But what is a ship but the way that characters are intertwined by their actions and being, when one's every action is to keep another happy and safe, is there any need for the words I Love You? I think not. So I guess with that logic this entire thing is one big makeout session, the fourth gayest thing, below "situationship where you're beaten with hammers", "toxic doomed yaoi", and "literal gay sex" lmao)

Red genuinely intrigues me so much and I love to look at him, study him like a bug.

The Link at the beginning of the manga showed so many traits, but I wouldn't quite say any Fully Aligned with who Red presented as. We saw Green's determination and drive, Blue's frustration and quickness to believe others are doubting his abilities, and arguably Vio's foresight in the way Link brought a flower from the Outer Kingdom to bring to Zelda, knowing it would lift her spirits. That's something that kinda holds hands with Red's behavior, but absolutely nowhere before pulling the sword does Link show that naivete and whimsy that made Red, well, Red!

Then Link splits, and they're all different. Green and Blue are the Most like Link, Green a little more so, and Vio hadn't been incredibly off with his smugness and high opinion of himself. Red, however, from the beginning, seemed just a little Out of Place. Green brings up working in a team out of Necessity, not because he likes it that much, and while Blue and Vio openly disliked the idea, Red simply states, well, a fact; "I've never been on a team before!"

He doesn't say Quite how he feels about it, which I think is Telling. He's feeling out the situation, even if just a little, and he's trying to adjust accordingly. He's Adaptable (and gay /silly) and notices during that first little battle that they are NOT working together. So he knows they Need to Work Together, and he knows that they Are Not Doing That.

He gives them someone to protect. I think like 90% of what he does is exactly how he feels, just cranked up a good bit, but he realizes that they need a center. It's not perfect, but it works Okay, at least for a while, and he's happy with it. I don't think he wanted to team up, either, because literally none of the other three Really did. If 3/4 of a guy start gagging at the idea of Working With People, the chances of that last part doing the same is pretty high.

He definitely latched onto the others, Vio and Blue more than Green, and I frankly think he admired Blue the most. It became less necessity and more "I want us to stay together."

It's not perfect, it never would be on such short notice. Blue's temper is insane, Green seems to doubt himself, Vio literally wants to be anywhere else all the time, and Red's trying to give them a shared goal of Not Letting Him Die.

Red's lesson from being split up kind of...doesn't make sense to me, personally. The lesson he said ("I learned I can't rely on others to protect me all the time!") seems flimsy. The situation he was put in, Kakariko and the Fire and the Thief, doesn't FIT that lesson. Not quite. Sure, he was alone there, but that was the case for ALL OF THEM (except Vio and Shadow making out in the trees), he wasn't special for that. I honestly, wholeheartedly believed Red learned a different lesson, and he felt like he couldn't Say It.

He learned he doesn't always know what's right. He saw a kid in trouble, and his morality told him to protect the child, as the son of the captain of the royal guard. He did so because it is in his moral compass, and he paid for it. He chose to try and trust the kid again because of his kind nature and soft spot for children, and, again, it BIT HIM. He tried to do what HE THOUGHT was RIGHT, and things kept getting WORSE for him. He learned that trying to hold the group together the way he was, the "right way" in his mind, wasn't going to make things better.

So he eases out of that role little by little, not too quick upon reuniting with Blue and eventually Green. By the time they're in the Tower of Winds with Vio on their side again, Red is still like chest deep in the role he made for himself.

Their father appears, and he's terrified because he's caught between moralities, I think. He must protect the ones he cares about the most, but when both blades are held by hands he knows so well, it's tearing him apart.

He genuinely cares about the other three. When he was grasped and in danger and Blue saved him before he could even think about it, I think it was one of the most Real versions of him that compelled him to act SO GAY. "My blue hero!" GIRL PLEASE.

Shadow sacrifices himself, and Red looks almost Blank about it. He doesn't understand, not fully. It's not sinking in, the sacrifice made. He is meant to protect and care for and hold Link together, to be a foundation of good deeds. Red is Link's Morality, and Link's Morals are very ideal.

In the Ideal Situation, Shadow wouldn't need to die. Because he's atoned and chosen light, then Hylia should have let him live in that light. But as the glittering shards of the shade float away, that's not what happened. It wasn't RIGHT, it wasn't how it should have gone. Like Blue, who kept lashing out, though much more self-aware, Red hadn't done a 180 upon learning his lesson. What was right, even if it didn't always Fix Things, was RIGHT, and the goddesses were meant to be RIGHT.

And the end wasn't right, either. They grew and changed so, so much, shouldn't they have a happy ending? But he understands a little better, now, and knows that what he thinks is right might not be what is right to the goddesses, so he's resigned, if not emotional.

He may have gotten a chance to show he cared, but as Blue wiped his tears and told him they were all just going to be closer than ever, he never got to SAY how much he cared.

Shaken, changed, and unresolved, they plunge the sword into the pedestal, and Red's story ends.

I have no idea how much of this made sense, but these are my biggest thoughts whenever I read through the manga. If Blue and Vio are the two plates, and Green is the main part of the scale, then Red is the thing binding Blue to Green to Vio, allowing their differences to weigh and be judged. Red is what connects them, it's what he'd been trying to do from the beginning.

Everything he did was to try and keep them together, because the stories always taught the lesson that the hero with the strength of four fought to the end as one. Even if he didn't personally like it, it was how it was supposed to go.

And that's one thing he was sure he was right about as it all blended together.

[nightwing-95]

Happy Birthday to Nightwing and happy birthday to ME. That’s right my birthday is a day before Nightwings so I decided I would make this blog dedicated to the fantastic Flying Grayson.

So I got the Nightwing 1995 compendium for Christmas and have been working my way through this massive book. And I have been enjoying it although I also have OPINIONS. So I decided to make this lil blog dedicated to it! And will extend into other comics as I read them.

This is actually my first time reading comics. I didn’t know where to start or what to read so I told my dad ‘I want Nightwing’ and he went ‘okay’ and found me the biggest book of Nightwing comics hahaha.

So far I’m about halfway through. So here is my opinions on some of em so far! Would have taken more pictures but there is a limit!

Nightwing: The Resignation

I know of this man Greg Land. But I have only seen the worst of his art from the blog ‘Bad Comic Art’. But this guy actually is a good artist normally it seems. I like the art here a lot. I like his pretty hair and shiny suit. I like this random goon from the start with the vampire hair.

The story so far is neat! Dickies striking out on his own. He QUITS superheroing which is wild to me.

‘What should I do with it’ (the Nightwing suit)

‘Put it in a trophy case’

UH. DICK THING TO SAY! (BADUM TSK)

But I do really enjoy the classic comic art style from these first few issues.

Favourite Panel:

*eyebrow wiggle*

Anyway this issue was just setup. Onto the next one!

Nightwing: The renewal

So Dickies retirement lasts 0.5 seconds but good on him for trying. Some blond twink is our enemy here and he is… so lame. I don’t like this guy at all hes a loser. Loving Dickies polka dot shirt however.

They made him so hairy here though lmao.

The colorist also does not seem to know whether Miggy (WHAT kind of name) has red hair or brown hair. Theres this whole plot where ‘whoops turns out your parents were murdered not by Tony Zucco but some other guy who may be in charge of a whole country’ which… I mean I like the whole Tony Zucco thing I enjoy that part of his backstory. So I was not fond of this implication.

The blond twink tries to kill Dickie but he’s kind of a bumbling idiot. We live in a world with guys like Deathstroke and Deadshot and you hire this dude??? Okay. I guess to be fair they thought Dick was just some guy and don’t know he is literally a superhero lmao.

The way they narrate everything is kinda hilarious like theres a text box describing what we are looking at every panel it’s ridiculous but get that coin John Costanza.

We get to see Barbra!!!!! I thought we would see way more of her in these stories but it seems later they try to move away from Dickbabs and give him some new random love interests I don’t care about. I will enjoy her presence while shes is here.

Sorry WHOMPST is HAROLD?!?!?! Did Lucious Fox not exist yet???????? This man is irrelevant anyway and does not appear again. He scares me…

Favourite panel:

KACHOW!

Dickie goes to Europe to find out who ACTUALLY killed his mom and dad and are trying to kill him. Fun typical superhero shenanigans.

BUT WAIT theres also a GENOCIDE HAPPENING?!?! WHAT?!?!?!

Things got dark real fast lmao.

Nightwing: The Oublette

Weird thing to wonder but how did they do white text over top the artwork before they had digital editing.

A lot of good action in this one I am a big fan of the action scenes in this one.

I like how earlier in this series he was like ‘I am serious now. I am a serious guy. But he literally cannot stop cracking jokes in his head until eventually he just can’t help himself and let’s one slip out loud.

The sheer insanity of this form of torture is so ridiculously comic book. I like it.

They lather you in honey then drop you in a hole to be eaten by rats.

Favourite panel(s):

Such a pretty and fun way to show him regaining consciousness.

I literally can’t add anymore pictures so we’ll do the rest of Oublette and also Dead Simple in another post! So far this short series has been my favourite in the entire compendium.

Follow me and join my journey experiencing comic books for the first time! I’ll post the second half of this review tomorrow on Nightwings actual birthday.

[poke-of-the-month]

//im gonna be honest i know you said you wouldnt reblog propaganda other than whats put in the form because its "unfair" but tbh? thats wrong. it makes things MORE fair. polls like this are popularity contests. got more followers, especially more active ones + some popular mutuals? congrats! you win! harley ONLY won her poll because it broke containment. genuinely. look through the notes theres non pkmn irl blogs voting for her. deckard swept without that, sorry! another thing that did help though was the memes and drawings and jokes and interactions that harley's owner, deckards owner, and another person were having. harley is an unpopular pokemon run by a less popular blog. she lost without silly memes and drawings and breaking containment, presumably to mutuals of her owner wanting to support their mutuals rp blog. deckards voters DIDNT seem to break containment *and he lost by under 5 votes*

//that propaganda makes more people see the pokemon they dont know. if i dont know both blogs in a poll im just going to pick one at random but if both are drawing images and theyre being reblogged on this blog? well whoevers drawn their pokemon silliest is getting my vote. i only know one? well if the other has some silly propaganda like memes and drawings i might vote them instead!

//no one interacts with eachother on these polls except for small amounts of rbs saying vote this or that but even then on most polls it was one or two rbs. pickle v mightyena and harley v deckard look like the ONLY exceptions. no one is interacting with your polls which is sad! it should be a place for people to be having silly ic arguments about their pokemon and interacting with eachother and coming together!! they cant do that if no ones being encouraged or having their propaganda reblogged! theres no incentive! thats what kills poll blogs like this if theres no reason to be silly or interact with this blog its gonna just feel like an obligation or turn into something no one joins because its just like whoop! the popular blog won by default again! no fun shit happening at all. with propaganda being rbed even if the popular blog wins you still had a good time you still got to make silly art and see silly arguments.

//THE ONLY REAL ENGAGEMENT OUTSIDE OF RBING OF THE POLLS ITSELF YOU HAVE GOTTEN THIS ENTIRE POLL WAS FROM HARLEYS OWNER, PICKLES OWNER, AND DECKARDS OWNER!! THEY WERE THE ONLY ONES I SAW ACTUALLY POSTING ABOUT IT (excluding the few people posting images of their pokemon with the ribbons AFTER THEIR POLLS)

//rbing propaganda (and thus encouraging it) makes things more fair by getting the less popular pokemon and blogs out there, it encourages people to engage with this blog by drawing images making power points writing essays and making memes, and it keeps this blog relevant fun and fresh for so much longer. i have never followed a poll blog SOLEY for the poll itself. ive followed for peoples propaganda and commentary on the polls. hell, propaganda for WHAT THE NEXT POLL SHOULD BE WOULD BE SO FUN TOO!! imagine people sending entire asks trying to convince people to vote for the next poll to be for the fire type or for it to be for bidoof only!!

//i genuinely do not know why it would be "unfair" because some peoples art skill isnt as good? thats on the viewers for judging based on art skill rather than the apparent effort put in or how silly it is or just the fact that the blog runner put in effort to draw their pokemon for the poll. also people might draw their mutuals pokemon as propaganda as well! !!! both pickles owner and someone else who doesnt have a pokemon in the poll draw harley + someone on the pickle vs mightyena poll have been saying they might draw pickle. i also mentioned earlier propaganda that isnt drawn art. making stupid memes like the do it for her memes that both harley's owner and deckards owner made, the drawing of a super smash bros vs screen that harleys owner made with harley and deckard, and thats just scratching the surface of what people did, and a lot of propaganda with other poll blogs tends to be power point presentations with the slides all posted telling people why they should vote their guy and not the other! those dont require artistic skill all the time! you can just use official art or even a meme that doesnt require an image of the pokemon. and then this propaganda can encourage MORE PROPAGANDA AND MORE INTERACTION AND SILLY JOKE ARGUMENTS IN THE NOTES!!!!!!!!! is it "unfair" because some people wont make propaganda? well then thats not unfair. they COULD make a power point or make a silly joke post or just talk about their pokemon more but if they choose not to then its not unfair they just didnt take the opportunity that their opponent took.

//you're reasoning honestly doesnt make sense and i feel like reblogging propaganda and stuff encourages more interaction with this blog making it more of an event for people to interact with each other and just something fun to partake in. it should feel like a friendly competition, not a set of would you rather questions.

Cool then make your own blog instead of sending me a novel about everything I’m doing wrong. If you don’t like how I do my blog then no one is forcing you to participate in it and no one is stopping you from doing the same thing better.

[iamstuckinthevoid]

Intro!!!!

btw if ur my moot u can tag me in anything (ik some people get nervous abt that)

Pronouns: she/her

Sideblogs:

@yassified-slenderman

@in-stars-time-and-zombies-au

(If its not on here, its not mine!!!!)

oh also my deviantart is voidartzz if u want that I post art on there sometimez

Warnings:

I'll probably post about s/h, it's all tagged but just a foreword to blacklist that shit (eg: tw sh, cw sh, tw sh mention, cw sh mention, etc.) Also don't worry abt me I've been clean for a while (and do not want to kill myself this is mostly just jokes abt it)

Fandoms I might talk about (or if you want to talk about them just dm): Moral Orel, DHMIS, DDLC, The Stanley Parable, Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel (only critically though, fuck vivziepop), Heathers, The Good Place, JTHM, Squee, Invader Zim, Red Dwarf, Doctor Who, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Cult of the Lamb, Mindless Self Indulgence, NIИ, American Psycho, Oingo Boingo, pjsk

DNI:

idgaf really, just mdni blogs can't follow because I'm a minor (it doesn't make me uncomfortable but it's weird that people violate their dnis)

Age: why do YOU wanna know?? (minor)

Shit I post: random bullshit mostly but sometimes ocs and art idk

Uquizzes:

(Silly friend group stuff)

(Totally not a cult)

(Smorky)

(Quiz from that time i went to an open mic lol)

(I regret making this I WAS A KID WHEN I WAS CRUSHING ON THEM OK??)

Tags:

#this is literally amazing- stuff I really like.

#this is literally so funny- stuff I find funny.

#keys speaks- original posts, most of my older ones don't havi this one so whoops.

#keys speaks of irl- irl posts, ditto for the above.

#GOD BLESS KING AND COUNTRY- complaining about where I live/UK stuff.

#Keys&Toddney- some ocs

#smorkposting- click on that tag here and see him yourself.

#keys if they were written by vivziepop- for like EXCESSIVE swearing (I actually don't care about censorship it's just a funny joke)

#art- self explanatory.

#ocs- ditto.

#asks from the void- asks

#complaints department- being a pissy lil bitch

#useful- stuff that is informative

#useful for later- same thing

#Keys speaks of The Void- in character stuff for Keys (my sona), feel free to give them an ask!

#shadow guys- my shadow dudes

#ghost oc- that guy

#manniquinn guy- minnie the tiny ass bitch

#ian core- shitty haircut man

#cherri- robot girl

[starglasszodiac]

...Well!

Uh, hey everyone! Turns out that after feeling astonishingly bad for the past two weeks, I officially have burnout. Whoops... :')

A quick TL;DR before I start rambling: This project isn't going anywhere and neither is the comic! I just need to figure out the best way to recover from this for a bit and will give you a status update sometime in May. I don't think the art train will completely stop during this time either, and anything I make related to this project will be shared here like usual! I recently received a nice ask about the constellation symbols on my main art blog that I've queued to share here as well, so stay tuned for that. And as always, thanks for reading, friends! Hope to see you soon <3

To be honest, I probably should have seen this coming. And in some ways I already did, but it wasn't an immediate problem and I have little to no idea what to do about it. I feel like I never truly recovered from crashing and burning super hard after my last year of college, and have been coasting on some level of fluctuating burnout since. Don't get me wrong, I've loved what I've been able to make thus far, for this and otherwise, but I'm still frustrated that I lack the skill and speed to do it faster and better.

Starglass Zodiac's 10th anniversary is this year, and it has been a large part in helping me get through those 10 years, easily the worst of my life so far. This and my other art projects have sustained me in so many ways, and yet clearly something is still broken if I ended up here again. My guess is that it's not this project or my art in general, but everything around it. An extremely common and obvious mood in 2025, I know!

If I am going to be doing any art for this project during this grace period, it'll likely be character design. It's where the majority of my passion lies and I have so many WIPs that are varying degrees of finished. I also want to learn some new skills to make my comic making process easier, primarily so I don't go through all the stages of grief just to draw a single background or vehicle... 🫠

The entire point of doing this as a webcomic first was to build my skills, and I knew going into it that I would be punching above my weight in that regard, but I think I've over-extended myself (a common problem for me, despite my perpetual fatigue) My current view on my art has been on the decline and I cannot fully trust what I'm thinking about my skill or worth right now. I need to trust that a break will help me see things more clearly and more positively again.

While all of my personal projects are for me first and foremost, some are more artistically challenging than others, and thus require brain power that I don't always have. I may need to return to my comfort zone for a while like I've been doing on my sketch blog as of late, but we'll see.

For the record, I'm okay in general! I'm just very tired and sad right now :')

[the-haven-keepers-collective]

Some art, for once!

For context, we fucking hate doing art most of the time. I say that with love! Art is wonderful, it's a good way to self-express, it just... is so difficult. We're perfectionists, collectively, and we're prone to looking at something we've barely even started and going "Oh, well this sucks. I'm trashing it."

But lately, we've been working on an AAC. Which is also a big deal, and completely unrelated! Long story short; we've wanted something like this for a while, and now that we know it's a few specific people in our collective, it's easier to dismantle the internalized ableism for their sake. But there's a lot of anti-endo emote/AAC symbol blogs. Like... a lot, actually. It's disheartening. We're not endogenic, but we aren't comfortable using symbols/emotes from someone who has Endos in their DNI. We think that this sort of thing should be accessible regardless of stance on anything. So we've started drawing our own symbols for the buttons we lack in, if we don't think any of the blogs we like will take a request for it or feel like we'd be bugging them with too many "simple" requests.

And, within a week or so:

In order: Any, Based on, Enderfolk, Loud, Quiet, Seizure, Short.

The Enderfolk has to be my favorite, and is honestly the first time any of us have ever drawn a character without experiencing a lot of frustration. The one for seizures is because we have them, and based on how it was explained to us as a kid! "A lightning storm in your brain." And the short person looks annoyed because... Well, our friends call us short all the time and we're always (playfully) pissed at them for it.

If for whatever reason anyone wants to use these, you absolutely can! We... might even take requests for these, if anyone's interested since we really are trying to enjoy art more and therefore make art more. Plz just send us an ask if you use them and are comfortable doing so, because we'd like to know, or if you'd be interested in requests! I'm not sure we'd post enough to justify a whole entire sideblog for it, but I don't think we'd spam this one too much.

Our art certainly isn't very skilled, nor is it objectively "good," but I think we're starting to feel a little less like it's objectively terrible and I consider that one hell of a win.

OH ALSO obligatory disclaimer: Please, don't come at us for copying someone's style. We fully haven't. We took note of what we liked in art for AAC stuff (Colored lineart, softer color palettes, softer brushes) and went from there. We're not taking inspiration from anyone specific, although if someone is upset about art style or something they can DM us.

-Trixie (A member of a subsystem, which we've forgotten to post about. Whoops.)

[eruanna1875]

New Pinned Welcome!

Hey there, folks! This is Eruanna, and welcome to my blog! My activity on here is... sporadic, to say the least (meaning I'll forget about it for weeks, then have a burst of posts I saved in my drafts for ages, lol). However, you're welcome to look around anyway!

I'm also a creative type (in... several areas, probably too many, whoops), so here's a bit of a guide to what I do:

I write! You can find me on AO3, or here on my blog (#my writing, #my fanfiction, and #my stories are all available to search through my tags, but #salt and light will probably include everything). I also talk about my stories a good bit, just sort of rambling, so you'll probably find that there too.

I draw! Pretty sure it's #my art and #notebook sketch for tags (and #salt and light). It's a mix of exactly two things: fanart and random stuff I sketched up for my own stories.

I even make music! There's not much out there yet, but I have a few demos floating around. They're in the #my music tag.

Obviously, I reblog things, because this is the reblogging site XD Sometimes I make lengthy comments, and sometimes I just add a quick react and some tags, but yeah. I reblog stuff.

I also have (a million) sideblogs, so maybe check those out? @long-live-the-gobop is my technically main blog, because I made it first, but it's specifically an AIO fan blog. I also have @saved-for-me-own-stories (other stuff related to my writing), @marching-tall-through-it-all (Tangled/TTS stuff), @the-gifts-he-has-given-me (art stuff, mostly tips but a few art posts as well), @new-tag-oc (reblogging from the deactivated ones), @tpc-tangled-au (my Tangled AU featuring all my characters), and @less-lost-than-you-realize (my OTGW sideblog).

Yeah. And that's not even a third of them.

Well, I suppose that about sums it up for types of content! Oh, and just a reminder, you'll also see quite a bit of the tag #salt and light on here, because I'm both very much a Christian and very much a creator of content that flows from that.

And, because I'm a Christian, I decided it would be best to tell you where I stand from the Bible itself, so it's clear that this doesn't come from me alone but from God:

"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God. And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil." ~ John 3:16-19 (KJV) and "Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved." ~ Acts 4:12 (KJV) (that one pretty much speaks for itself)

"...That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth, And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." ~ Philippians 2:10-11 (KJV) (a key word, every) "For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well." ~ Psalm 139:13-14 (NKJV) and "I was cast upon You from birth. From my mother’s womb You have been my God." ~ Psalm 22:10 (NKJV) (a key phrase, from my mother's womb) "But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife; And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder." ~ Mark 10:6-9 (KJV) (some key phrases, man and woman, and man and wife)

Obviously, all the words and phrases are key, because it's the Word of God, but this is just to emphasize, so it's clear what my beliefs are.

I'm rooted in what God tells us, about Himself and the world He made. Thus - regardless of what the world says God is or what the world says people are (or aren't) - I'm not going to move. This is where I stand.

As I said in my previous pinned, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm not an argumentative person by nature, and I'm not going to try and provoke things or send people hate asks or anything. Even if they think I'm a psycho for believing the things I believe.

If that's you, just know I'll be praying for you.

And, regardless of whether you agree with me or not, I hope you find something to enjoy on this here blog o' mine! I'm just here to spread a little salt on the stories we devour and light on the shadows of this world. :)

[chibishortdeath]

Dude, I go online to avoid my family’s awful political views and for some queer positivity and then that’s fucking ruined by constant discourse, and bickering, and people hating the shit out of each other for no fucking reason, and not being able to look up a specific identity label without seeing deliberately derogatory use of slurs against it, and every fucking random blog I think is safe and just posting positivity posts turning out to be an abuser with several Google docs discord screenshot compilations or out of nowhere they make something that isn’t a positivity post and it’s actually really fucking mean to one group of people, so I can’t fucking turn to anywhere just to hear someone say “trans people shouldn’t die and are cool” every so often because 90% of what I hear in my house on the TV on full volume so it reaches every fucking room is the opposite of that statement.

I go online to avoid stressful shit happening all the time and to engage with some things I like and calm down and for one of them it’s barely searchable because something I hate shares its name and a depressing amount of the fandom I already have blocked and one artist I do not speak to anymore for a reason’s artwork is fucking inescapable, the other is currently infighting about how they should all be allowed to excuse pedophilic content because it’s popular and “no real minors are hurt” and “y’all are just tourists” when the most recent shit to come out in the fandom was something using an actual real life child’s voice, and everything else I like never has anything new made about it or barely fucking exists, meaning oh boy yay what did I find today trying to look for relief? More stress!

I go online looking up art stuff because I need to actually start doing something as a job and wanted to know more about the community I’m getting into and how to actually make any kind of living doing it because it’s all I can fucking do and I need to get out of this house at least and my YouTube is just full of artists debating that adoptables (what I was thinking of starting out with) as a concept are all always a scam, and constant terrifying AI news, and people talking about layoffs and how bad the industry is, and whoops another animator you looked up to is confirmed without a shadow of a doubt a groomer and has deleted their account, and oh hey that person you thought was cool well it turns out they’re not never trust anyone ever, and all art tip help videos are like “you should probably have like three jobs” and “you can’t live on commissions :), anyway here’s how to make a comic it’ll take several decades for it to actually hit an audience, if you were born with a deviantart account day one and have been cultivating a fandom since 1999 that is, if not, don’t get discouraged! It’ll probably just take 70 more years and you just gotta work harder than your best!”, and if you ever have a question for any reason then get ready for the RpgMaker help subreddit specifically there for questions and for beginner dev help to not help you and be mean about it or the random artist you asked for tips to give you the same “just don’t stop believing in yourself :)” advice or sees that you want to do anything for a job and goes “oh, you poor (naive) thing :(, just forget it, it’s not gonna happen, just be a hobby artist on the side, monetize that hobby, and then work at (insert job I cannot physically do)”, so there’s nowhere to go for any of that ever.

I go online to try to interact with friends, but my family suddenly doesn’t like some of my friends, and it’s the Wrong Time™️ to interact with friends all of the time because I am almost always interrupted or piss people off because it’s too late at afternoon/night regardless if this is the only time I would be able to talk to someone because it’s when they’re off work or school or in a different time zone it’s always Wrong™️, and whenever anyone has time off of anything or is actually free to go interact in person something happens to stop it or I’m suddenly stupid fucking sick all of the time and can’t go anywhere, and then I do try to talk to anyone and it’s been so long I don’t know what anyone likes or is comfortable with or don’t share much in common or they have new friends I’ve never met before that share way more in common with them than I ever will, so all of a sudden I am staring at a discord so fucking afraid or too exhausted to just interact with my own friends properly and it’s middle school lunch period again where I sit and do nothing, say nothing, and no one around me notices when I’m not there.

And like really what the fuck am I supposed to do??? What the fuck am I supposed to do!!!!!!! I am trapped! I’m cooked! I can’t fucking do anything! Everything is out of my control all of the time!!!What the fuck is the answer! What the fuck am I supposed to do! What is the answer!!!!! What am I supposed to be doing and how do I do it! What is the right answer!!!!! What is the right answer!!!!!What the fuck am I supposed to do!!! I just wanna get the fuck out of here!!!!!! I’m so tired!!! I’m sick! What the hell am I supposed to do besides curl up in a ball and cry! Nothing stops!!! None of it stops! What the fuck am I supposed to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[depressio111117]

Happy New Year, one and all

I hope everyone had a great, good, or even just okay 2024. There's some uncertainty in this coming year of 2025, but I hope that we as a community can stick together through any hardships and continue to have loads of fun. You're all such lovely, silly people and it's been so much fun spending the year with all of you.

Now, with that being said, I'd like to take this as an opportunity to discuss this blog and its currently uncertain future.

As you may or may not have noticed (you might not give a crap and that's fine), I haven't posted anything substantial... basically since early 2024, late 2023-ish. I've vanished from just about every fandom related Discord server. And at this point I should probably remove the CEO of Stinkoman claim from my blog title, because I've seen at least 3 people rightfully take that name throughout the year. This account has always been very reblog heavy, but nowadays it's exclusively been reblogs. Truth be told, this is due to dwindling interest in Homestar Runner. The Homestar phase that inspired me to make a sideblog in about 2022 finally faded, as it has on-and-off since 2017 (2022-early 2024 was just the longest it ever lasted), and I've moved onto different fandoms. In those nearly 3 years, I've graduated high school, made and lost some friends, it's been pretty wild. Homestar Runner has helped me through some serious times, and now it's sort of being put to the side.

That being said, I still love it! I consider Homestar Runner my special interest, and I'll always hold it near and dear to my heart. I am not looking to abandon this blog any time soon because I sincerely enjoy checking the main tag twice a day, reblogging everything I see and admiring the creativity and humour of this community. I do it because I genuinely adore just about everything I see, and I wanna put some more eyes to it, even if it's just a silly doodle or a sentence-long shitpost. But while I'll continue to do that to my heart's content, my own art and fanfiction will not be prioritized. Sorry if any of you gave a flying hoot about 20X7, that didn't even get past the inciting action chapter, whoops. Fellow amateur fic writers take note: do some planning for your big multi-chapter story or else it'll probably fall into a ditch, lol.

Who knows? Maybe 2025 will have some big release that'll make me come crawling right back, and my hyperfixation will blossom again, and everything will be hunky and not to mention dory. But in the meantime, I'm just gonna sit in the audience and politely clap and smile at drawings of silly dumb animal characters hanging out, or making out, or jibblie-ing out. I'll still always be happy to accept asks and chat about who knows what.

Again, I wish everyone the most merry of new years, whether you stick with the fandom or not. Strong Bad will always be with you, whether you want him to or not. If not, a restraining order might be of value. But you didn't hear it from me.

[scarlet-alleyway]

Hey again! I hope you’re doing alright. I hear that things have been rough for you, but hang in there; I believe in you!!

I wanted to let you know that I LOVE this blog and your engagement with everyone on it. Shout-out to the anon artist for their amazing drawings, but your art style is also so good?? Being able to write AND draw is like, not fair honestly. Save some talent for the rest of us :p

Wait, I should ask a question, shouldn’t I? Formalities and all that - okay, how about this:

Do you have a favourite ROTTMNT episode, and if so, why?

Vincent, you are such a delight and i would gnaw at your enemies for you

i was keeping this in my inbox for a while because i couldn't help but keep staring at it, but to answer your actual ask at the end (whoops):

It's so hard to pick an actual favorite episode!! I think my hands-down favorite ROTTMNT experience has to be the Movie in general, but One Man's Junk (S1, EP23?), Mystic Library (S1, EP20), Pizza Puffs (S2, EP5), and Jupiter Jim Ahoy (S2, EP24) are really fun for me to re-watch too ^_^

I'm not actually sure why those are my favorite re-watch episodes, but considering Raph rotates in my mind like an action figure at all times, that might be part of the reason- scenes where his 'big brother' attitude shines just make me feel so cozy

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

Okay, sorry for suddenly appearing, but I'm too curious for my own sake. There are posts you tag with some of your OC and now I'm interested in Dark and Justice. Both are that kind of pair I would love.

I AM SO SORRY IT HAS BEEN 84 YEARS AND SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, BUT I PROMISE THEY’RE EVEN COOLER NOW!

JUSTICE TRANSED HIS WHOLE IDENTITY AND IS NOW A VAMPIRE NAMED DAMIEN, AND DARK MURDERED HIS EVIL EX AND STOLE HIS NAME //WHOOPS

Aaaah, thank you for asking about the murder babes!!!!! ;;3;; But please, you never have to apologize for asking about my OCs~ I love talking about them and I’m really glad you were curious for more information even if I somehow entirely forgot to post the original reply I had typed up before everything changed and only just recently rediscovered this Ask still floating around in my inbox!

Dark is my OC and Damien belongs to my friend @dirtflavoredcoke (you can find more OC-related stuff on their @kieranocemporium blog)

The ship has a new tag on my blog now to represent the new era and also because of just how much has changed about Damien’s backstory!

Warning: There is a massive chunk of text with accompanying art below the cut! ^^

Damien was born human to a farming family in Geneva, New York alongside his sister, Quinn, sometime during the early 1900s (1896, to be exact). Their father had hoped for many children, particularly boys, to help out around the farm but was disappointed that it appeared he had two daughters. “Appeared” being the keyword because little did they know that the promiscuous boy-crazy eldest who was caught on at least one occasion with the hired farm hand in the loft was a boy the entire time. This, of course, Quinn knew and accepted even if she didn’t fully understand her brother yet.

Although their father would have preferred him to “focus on becoming a proper lady and wife”, Damien began a career as a sex worker despite the growing risk of imprisonment that came with the US government’s rising concern about prostitution and the spread of venereal diseases brought on by the first World War. Also, he may or may not have endured some pregnancy-related trauma (miscarriage or abortion) while working that job. Either way, it is safe to presume that this wasn’t the first or last era where he would serve some amount of jail time for offenses including but possibly not limited to public intoxication, obscenity, and patronizing speakeasies during Prohibition.

But by the 1920s, Damien was dying from tuberculosis and, short of better options for survival, he allowed his vampire partner at the time to bite him and save his life. Damien had hoped that turning would allow him to spend more time with Quinn, since he had always felt quite protective of her (an understatement for sure), but he wound up having to leave her behind for her own protection, so his family assumed he had simply died from the illness. (He would later find out that Quinn would run away in grief and be turned without consent by a different vampire that same year, but they wouldn’t reunite until many decades later.)

Unfortunately, Damien’s taste in men had proven to be less than stellar, so after getting what he wanted (the bite) he left his asshole partner in the dust to figure out life as a vampire on his own. This was much easier said than done, but it did allow him to finally start transitioning socially and later, as gender-affirming care advanced in the states, he would begin to transition medically too. At some point along the way, he took up escort work until he decided to “retire” from the working life because he is admittedly too lazy to work and doesn’t think he should have to.

But this is where the backstory gets a bit blurry to my knowledge, so I will leave that up to Kieran to clarify.

Dark, birth name Ezra, is a poltergeist. I’m still working out the details of his backstory from when he was alive, but so far I’ve decided that he is descended from Italian immigrants who came to US America during the first Italian diaspora (+ he’s Irish on his mother’s side) and he died sometime in 1960s New York.

A combination of unchecked mental health struggles and a repressive Catholic upbringing during a high-tension war era already rife with racial prejudices bred just the right conditions for a rebellious streak in him. He gravitated toward the greaser subculture and acted out in ways that didn’t exactly win him many points with his contemporaries, but he was less concerned about fitting in and more focused on proving that he was his own person. Ezra had his eye on a girl, but her older brother did not approve of him and consistently tried to get between them. Eventually, in the heat of a confrontation, Ezra snapped and killed them both. While on the run, he was ultimately killed in a shootout with the police.

In hindsight, he realized much later that he had probably been trying to use the relationship to get close to her brother too but had mistaken that desire for jealousy and acted out in rage. That rage connected with his violent end is what wound up turning him into a poltergeist, which has ironically given him a lot of time to reflect through the decades and discover himself as a person via unhindered exposure to different types of people he had previously never been able to know or conceive of.

At some point, he wound up drawn to a psychic alongside four other poltergeists. A psychic’s purpose in what I call the Extended Monster Universe is more or less to act as a therapist to spirits who need to move on, but given that Lexy was only in high school and barely aware of this ability… she wasn’t exactly the best at it. But because she was determined for them all to get along and wasn’t picky about what she called her new poltergeist friends, Ezra started using Dark as an alias to avoid the irritating ordeal of being known. Unfortunately, there was an exorcist-in-training at her school who sniffed them out rather quickly. It took Dustin a while to bypass Lexy’s determination to keep her friends safe, but he eventually managed to trap them all in a spirit orb and pass them off to his older siblings – Lila and Brentley, two bounty hunters who specialize in artifacts.

It was in transit that they literally bumped into Jesse, a nobody trying to escape a bad situation, accidentally breaking the spirit orb and allowing the weakened poltergeists to seek refuse in his body. Terrified and confused, Jesse continued running and only later found out that he had somehow become a share soul for five very different poltergeists with very conflicting personalities. What this meant was that, in their desperation for safety, they had temporarily attached themselves to his soul for stability until they could regain enough of their power to figure out how to leave… and they were fighting for control. Sympathizing with them to an extent and realizing that they were on the run from the same people, Jesse made a deal with them that he would help the poltergeists find a way to escape if they helped him to avoid the bounty hunters who might do him harm for winding up in the middle of their mess.

A cross-dressing rom-com adventure unfolded from there as the poltergeists took turns attempting to resolve the “bad situation” Jesse had initially been running from and help him seduce Brentley once they realized a relationship could garner them access to artifacts that might release them from Jesse’s body. The romance wound up being more real than anyone was expecting and once again Dark was pushed to come to terms with his own sexuality. In any case, Jesse pulled through for them and the poltergeists made a break for it back out into the world at the first opportunity. From there, Dark no longer cared what happened to the other four or where they ended up (he would later on learn that at least three of them found their way back to Lexy for old time’s sake) – he felt more powerful than ever and he was going to make that the world’s problem.

This is more or less when Dark met Damien.

[This is where I would insert art of them together, if I had any recent ship art for them, but I wanted to get this reply out there sooner rather than later. ;;n;;]

One night, Dark happened to interrupt a vampire’s dinner. Seeing as he was already dead and harboring his own urge to kill, he decided that the smartest course of action would be to use the threat of exposure to blackmail Damien into letting him in on these hunts.

Of course he didn’t realize it for a long while, but practically from the moment he opened his mouth Damien already wanted a piece of him. The way Damien saw it, it was real cute that a cocky poltergeist thought he cared about something as inconsequential to him as exposure, but he did prefer his men to be the “take charge” type and what better aphrodisiac could there be than bloody murder.

Playing his newfound partner for sport seemed to be exactly what Dark wanted… until their accompliceship turned into a flirtationship (no thanks to Damien’s dirty mouth), which found its way to the bedroom (figuratively speaking). To say that Dark wasn’t the best at flirting/relationships would be an understatement, as most people think he is too awkward and blunt, but he’s a quick and willing learner. If he hadn’t recently spent so much time in the body of someone who was very accustomed to casual friendly flirtation, he might have picked up on Damien’s attraction to him sooner.

But eventually it did slip out and Dark figured that, if playing house together satisfied Damien enough to give him what he wanted, he could make this  new development work for him. Damien’s feelings were initially just another way for Dark to maintain control of the situation (or so he thought), but Damien was hoping it would only be a matter of time until Dark finally made a romantic move that didn’t involve the bedroom. Living in such close proximity to Damien and Quinn meant getting used to their personalities, habits, and routines… and feeling some way about it. Soft things.

The first time Dark noticed that he was smiling fondly at Damien, he spiraled into an intense and prolonged internal debate. Fondness wasn’t an emotion he was familiar with and it was making him lose sight of his goals. The solution was simple: Damien was ruining him, so Dark needed to kill him. But… he shouldn’t be so hasty. Perhaps Damien was still useful. Did he… care?!

After grappling with the realization that Damien’s feelings were apparently contagious, he is currently satisfied with his decision to not kill his partner because if this is what love feels like then he’d just have to be okay with it. As it turns out, it’s really nice to feel comfortable enough with someone to let them watch his back for once instead of pushing them away. This is what he’d been missing out on all those years, so maybe he can allow himself to want it.

There is more to this story (more characters and more development), but this summarizes how their found family got here pretty well.

If you have a Toyhou.se account, you can take a peek at Dark’s current in-progress profile and see more images of him here, and you can also find Damien’s profile/gallery here. They’re a bit threadbare right now, since we’ve only recently gotten started on that site, but we’re making progress!!

More art can be found on Kieran’s instagram: kieranology.artz

Kieran also made an in-character aesthetic blog for Damien, which you can find here if you’re interested in seeing what kind of blog he would have (nugoth and vampires; warning for blood, suggestive, and simulated gore content): @damienxdeadly

Aesthetic Moon Divider found here.

[beesinspades]

oh my god I haven't been tagged in one of these in what feels like AGES. thank you @the-13th-battalion!

What book are you currently reading? I started the sun and the star but I've been way too distracted with fics, writing, and drawing :(

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? in theaters? I haven't seen many, but I'd say suzume!

What do you usually wear? ever since I tried cargo pants for my milo thatch cosplay earlier this year, I've been wearing almost only that, with a teeshirt or a tank top. I also got my first pair of combat boots and I'm obsessed with them even though I still haven't managed breaking them in. but also I love jeans and a good shirt paired with a waistcoat! and when it's not hot I almost always wear an old man's cap

How tall are you? 5'7 (173cm)

What's your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? scorpio. I share my birthday (not the year though) with the fall of the berlin wall. but also with lillium from countdown to countdown which is a webcomic that you all should read :3

Do you go by your name or a nickname? yes

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? i didn't know who i wanted to be as a child and i still don't. but i do believe teen me would think I look cool at least!

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? eternally single, and I haven't had a crush in years #greyarostruggles

What's something you're good at vs. something you're bad at? I'm good enough at writing (it's the only thing I've got going for me alongside cooking hahaha), and I'm very bad at keeping in touch with friends, especially if we don't share an obsession over the same special interest to start conversation about. which sucks because interests aligning like this doesn't happen often :') i hate how my brain works

Dogs or cats? love dogs but i'll always be a cat person :3

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? this year and one favorite line? mmh maybe this one: “I'm a priest, remember? I’ll show you all the other ways I can worship you.” also I'm really proud of my ace vash pride art!

What's something you'd like to create content for? baldur's gate 3! I'd like to write a fic with my tav and astarion, but ah, I'm not sure I'll manage with all the trigun stuff I already have in the works.

What's something you're currently obsessed with? [glances at current state of my blog, then at my reflection in the mirror: tristamp vash hair, vash glasses, vash teeshirt, vash's gay earring, vash tattoo] do i really have to answer this one

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? nah it's fine so far in terms of things I was excited about

What's a hidden talent of yours? i can blink and whoop i've impulsively spent money I shouldn't have spent again!

Are you religious? nope

What's something you wish to have at this moment? a hug and a miracle cure for my stupidly resilient acid reflux issues

I tag @curiosity-killed, @piyo-13, @wrathyforest, @graphitedemon, but no obligations of course~