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[npdkondraki]

🟥🟩🟧🟦🟨🟪🟨🟩🟧🟪🟥🟩🟧 look at my shapes and colors do you like them

hoylfuck

[madamechrissy]

chrissy pls i just read the most GUT WRENCHING angst fic of gojo where the reader left him because he didn't have freaky time with her out of love, only because he felt like he had to and was only for his own gain (he came from reader didnt, HE KNEW THAT AND DIDNT CARE....) yk and he was always starting arguments

and it was gut wrenching right?

there's gonna be a part two so I was like YIPPEE it'll get resolved

it won't get resolved.

PLS GIVE ME YOUR MOST FAVORITE FLUFF/SMUT FICS OF GOJO THAT YOUVE WRITTEN IM IN TEARS it can be a long story or short pls I'm so sick 💔

pls mama Chrissy I beg of u ☹️

ahhh hi angel!! angst can hurt so bad I have to be in a mood for it lol!

Here are some really fun fluffy/smutty fics of mine (all finished) -

Take Me Home Tonight - after passing your LSATs you go to party, but hook up with a hottie, later you find yourself in his classroom! Professor/student, LONG ONE - 135k

Time after Time - you can't STAND your boss Gojo, he's a spoiled brat and you're overworked! so you have decided to put in your two weeks notice, but he can't let you go - 100k

mini series-

Took you Like a Shot - fratboy gojo and you are enemies, but a drunk night gets you pregnant, so the two of you try to get along before you have this baby - 42k

Would you Come with Me? - your best friend Gojo asks you to fake marry him for just one year, but you can't fake your feelings! (23k)

oneshots-

I'll look After You - sweet fic where Gojo finds out he has a baby with you after a one night stand!! It's SO fluffy and cute

You got me Thinking Nonsense- You're Suguru's little sis and have it bad for Gojo, but then you find out he feels the same!

Figure you out - short oneshot where Gojo plays a guitar like a cutie and ya'll are best friends - college au!

Those should cheer you up hehe, smooches <3

[infamous-if]

YAYYYY so excited to read it! What are you going to do now that it's out?!

clean my apartment lol I tend to neglect it when im near the finish line (I get really abnormally obsessive with getting a chapter done that I can't focus on anything else including forgetting to eat lolol)

death stranding 2 came out so im going to replay the first game which is one of my fav games and treat myself to getting the second

catch up on IFs of course ive been playing a few as I write and I had to stop because I couldn't focus and fully enjoy it

CATCH UP ON LOVE ISLADN I missed last night's episode and apparently its wild im losing my mind staying off twitter so my tl doesn't spoil it

most importantly: take a tiny break :,) ive worked on this chapter for like 10 hours a day 5 days a week for like nine months and my body is starting to feel it so im going to be nice to myself and give myself a few days to just not touch my keyboard and relax for once (aside from error fixing cuz I can't help it) ahaha

[novaursa]

Due to the Ancient blood magic daenaerys unknowingly invoked when she burned Mirri Maz duur and Khal drogo, she is unable to be burned by fire.

Do you think it's possible that the Targaryens of old valryia had the same ability?

That “Daenerys is fireproof” nonsense is a show-only invention, and it’s garbage. George R.R. Martin has said outright—multiple times—that Dany’s immunity to fire during Drogo’s pyre was a one-time magical event, not a blanket Targaryen trait. She isn’t fireproof. She burns in the books. The show just couldn’t help themselves with the messiah imagery and dialed it up to 11.

Now, to the actual question—did the Targaryens of Valyria have fire immunity? No. Not in any consistent, biological sense. The Valyrians were resistant to heat, yes—likely due to their magical bloodline and constant exposure to volcanic environments. But they were not fireproof gods. If they were, half the family wouldn't have died in fiery accidents, including the entirety of Summerhall. Targaryens burn. They’re not immune—they’re just egotistical pyromaniacs with good PR.

What did happen with Daenerys at Drogo’s pyre was a convergence of blood magic, death, dragons, and sacrifice—an ancient, forgotten rite that cost lives and twisted reality for a single night. Mirri Maz Duur was a catalyst. Drogo’s death, Dany’s pain, her stillborn son, and the burning of a maegi all blended into a violent, magical rebirth. It wasn’t biology. It was sorcery.

Targaryens are not fireproof. Dany walking through fire was a miracle, not a racial trait. The show made it dumb. The books keep it dark, rare, and costly.

[kcggggg]

i too toast to the greatureversary. do you have a particular greature that makes you smile the most when drawing it

Probably Last Place! He is a pleasing shape to me. Here he is drawn on a placemat at an Asian Restaurant when visiting family this past week.

[chleem]

You’re incredible at writing angst. Can i request something with drew being on the other side of unrequited love

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: OH? u mean, im the one madly in love with HIM? uh, yuh!

⋆.˚ Warnings: mentions of alcohol and smoking

pairings; actor/best friend drew x reader

word count: 2.4k

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He’s standing across the room. 

He hasn’t noticed you yet; too busy chatting off with his friends. 

And you- well, you notice everything. The way he tilts his head back when he laughs. The nervous way he runs his fingers through his hair when someone gives him a compliment. The damn jacket he always wears, the one that used to hang off your shared dorm chair. 

You’d memorize all of it as if it didn’t already live in your bones.

You’re one of his friends too- or at least, you used to be. Back when things were simpler. Before the world knew his name, before the interviews and spotlights that came with his rising career. 

You’ve fallen behind. Not out of anger or some dramatic fallout, but just... time, distance.

Now, standing in the corner of a mutual friend’s apartment, you’ve only just realized how full the room is, and yet, Drew is the only one you’ve truly noticed.

And suddenly, you're second-guessing everything.

The outfit you spent too long choosing now feels all wrong- too much or too little, you can’t decide. Your hair feels flat in places it shouldn’t be, your makeup too loud under the golden lights that strung along the ceiling. 

You feel overexposed in a room where no one is even looking.

You set your drink down on a side table and quietly slip away from the noise. The hallway is dim, quieter, and you step inside into the bathroom, once you reach it.

You close the door gently, twisting the lock until it clicks. 

Then, with a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you lower the toilet seat and sit down, your hands resting in your lap. Your purse sits on the counter, unopened, untouched.

The silence wraps around you like a second skin, and finally, your thoughts catch up to you.

Drew.

Well… at least, that’s how everyone knows him now. To the world, he’s Drew, the rising name in Hollywood. The charming lead in that new movie. The actor everyone’s talking about. The one with the ‘blue eyes’ that gets more press than most people’s careers.

But to you, he’s Joseph.

Joseph, your best friend since you were kids. Joseph, who shared his last granola bar with you in third grade. Who helped you sneak out of class in high school just to watch the sky change color from the football bleachers. Joseph, who sat next to you on the dorm floor your first week of college because you were crying and pretending you weren’t.

Your first crush.

Actually… still your crush, if you’re being honest with yourself. You’ve tried to call it a phase, tried to let it pass. You told yourself you were over it, over him.

But it seems like, you never were. 

If anything, the time spent apart just made you fall harder; occasionally scrolling onto his news. 

A knock breaks your thoughts. 

You blink, “Give me a sec!” you call out.

You stand, smoothing your dress with slightly trembling hands. You check your reflection quickly, fixing your hair.

Then, you unlock the door.

…And it’s him.

Joseph.

Has he grown taller? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just the way he’s standing- so close to the doorway that he’s suddenly right in your space, towering over you. His frame fills the doorway, broad-shouldered and casual in that way only he could ever pull off. His jacket is half-zipped, his hair messier than usual, and those blue eyes shining down at you, mesmerizing and unfamiliar all at once.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

He laughs softly, head tilting. “Hey,” he says, “…did you wash your hands?”

You let out a nervous, breathy laugh, your heart bumping hard against your ribs. “Uh, yeah.”

“Yeah? Okay,” he laughs, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening with the smile.

You’re rooted in place, caught between wanting to run and wanting to stay.

Then, quietly, he confesses, “I was looking for you.”

“Me?”

“…yes.”

“Looking for me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, I was just- ”

“I was looking for you,” he repeats, cutting you off.

He bites down on his lower lip, hesitation flickering across his face before his hand reaches out and rests gently on your elbow.

He signals for you to back up into the bathroom again. You obey, stepping inside until the door closes softly behind you.

He’s in this small space with you now, not even breaking eye contact as he locks the door.

“Needed a break anyway…” he murmurs under his breath, glancing around. You wrap your arms around yourself, a small, protective gesture. “Hey, you.”

It’s awkward in a way that feels familiar, almost comforting.

“Hi,” you say, offering a soft smile, hoping the blush warming your cheeks isn’t too obvious under the overhead light.

The whole bathroom smells like him now- like his cologne, subtle and expensive and painfully nostalgic. Along with the beers he might’ve been drinking. 

“You look great,” he says, eyes scanning your face with a kind of quiet sincerity that makes it hard to breathe.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tease, trying for lightness, though you’re not sure if that’s still how he likes to play.

But he lets out a breathy laugh. The kind you remember, the kind you’ve missed.

“So, how’ve you been?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

You shrug slightly. “Just…still me.”

He nods slowly, “Great. Great to hear that.”

“What about you?”

“Same old.”

You giggle, “no.”

“No?”

“C’mon, I’ve seen your posters everywhere.”

He laughs, leaning back against the bathroom counter, “Yeah? Which ones?”

“Oh, the ones where you’re in bed with Daniel Craig, I guess.”

“Jealous?”

“Not at all,” you lie.

He laughs, deep-throated and low, the sound filling the tiny bathroom and cutting through the faint noise of music and conversation spilling in from the hallway.

“You got a cig?”

“…You smoke now?” you blink.

“Occasionally,”

“…No. I quit,” you murmur, stepping closer. You set your purse gently on the counter next to him. “But I’ve got one in here.”

He lets out a low chuckle, “that means you didn’t quit.”

“Shut up, Joseph,” you say with a smile, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from your purse, holding it out to him. He reaches for it. You pull it back, just out of his grasp. “Or should I call you Drew now?”

His blue eyes fix on yours, intense and unreadable.

“Everyone does,” then, without breaking eye contact, he takes the pack from your hand. “But you shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I like the way you say it.”

You let out a soft, surprised giggle, “what?”

He gently taps your arm, and you reach for the lighter inside your bag, fingers brushing against it, eyes never leaving his.

“Just don’t call me Drew,” he murmurs, pulling a cigarette from the pack and slipping it between his lips.

He cups one hand around the tip, nodding once. You flick the lighter on, and as the flame dances between you, your hand steadies just under his.

The cigarette lights, and he tilts his head back as he inhales. Great. Now it smells like cigarettes and Drew in here. You draw your hand away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, starting up another conversation.

"So... you still with her?”

“'Her?'"

"Last time we talked- you were seeing someone.”

"Oh," he exhaled already; taking another puff. "No. We split.”

He says it so simply, like it wasn’t a slow-burning thing. like you hadn’t seen the way she used to look at him, like he hung constellations in her ceiling. Like he hadn’t once told you she made him want to be softer.

You nod, mostly to yourself.

“Sorry,” you say, even though you’re not sure you mean it.

He shrugs. “it was coming.”

Silence folds in between the two of you. The smoke coils lazily upward, staining the yellowed light. You don’t remember when it got so dim in here.

He glances over at you. “What- what about you?” 

You wonder if his blue eyes can see right through you- if he knows. You’ve had a crush on him for so long, it’s practically carved into you.

“Huh?”

“C’mon,” he says, almost teasing, “you have a boyfriend.”

You shake your head, “No. No one.”

“...still?”

You roll your eyes, but a smile betrays you. It tugs at the corner of your mouth, uninvited and unstoppable, especially when Drew laughs. That sound, familiar and careless- fills the room in a way that makes your chest tighten and your heart race. 

It hits somewhere deep, nostalgic and warm, like hearing a song you didn’t realize you missed. His laughter hasn’t changed; it still makes you feel seventeen again, and completely out of your depth.

When the moment fades, he turns toward you slightly and holds out the cigarette. 

Smoke curls upward between you as he says, “do it with me.”

You hesitate, “I quit, Joseph-”

“Have a breath,” he urges, a crooked smile playing at his lips. “I missed this.”

“We’ve never even smoked together-”

“I don’t mean the cigarette. I mean... this, talking to you, seeing you. Just... being in a space with you.”

He shifts, leaning in just enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him.

He’s close now, closer than he’s been in years, maybe. Close enough that it’s suddenly hard to focus on anything but the way he says your name, or the quiet guilt in his eyes when he adds, “I’m sorry I got busy.”

He holds out the cigarette again, “so here. Smoke, and do this stupid thing with me.”

You can’t help but smile, shaking your head as you reach for it.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” you murmur, bringing the cigarette to your lips.

You try not to concentrate on the fact that his mouth was just on it. But of course you do. Which means, in some ridiculous, secondhand kind of way… you’ve technically kissed. That thought alone sends a warm pulse down your spine. 

You're such a loser for still liking him.

You inhale, the smoke burning lightly in your throat, and exhale with practiced ease.

“You always do,” you add, the words trailing out with the smoke as you speak.

“Me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Remember in- ”

“I got you in trouble?”

“Freshman year. In the library?”

He pauses. “…that was your idea.”

You laugh softly, “Only because you told me to do it.”

“Oh, right. And our punishment was not seeing each other for a week? Including-”

“Including school,” you finish quietly, your voice a soft echo of the memory.

Younger you would be shocked that you managed to stay out-of-contact with Drew for several months; let alone one month. 

You bring the cigarette back to your lips, breathing in without really thinking, letting the smoke linger as you glance at him. 

You catch the way his throat tightens when he watches you. Then he looks down at the floor, fidgeting with his fingers in that way he always did when he was nervous or holding something in.

“Well,” he says finally, “I missed you, y/n.”

It’s not playful now. Not casual or joking. It’s sincere- quietly, achingly sincere.

And because it doesn’t feel right to say it too loudly, you whisper it back; “I missed you too, Joseph.”

He nods, still staring at the floor.

“I love you, Joseph,” you add. 

You don’t know why, but the flood of emotions rushes in all at once- fear, hope, longing. You’re afraid you might never get the courage to say these words again. Or maybe never at all, if he becomes too famous, too distant for you to reach.

But it’s the truth. You love him- with all your heart. You hope these words will reach out and touch something deep inside him. 

You want to be more than the friend who’s seen him through his worst nights. You want to be the one who stays. The one who sees him now; not just the past, not the one left behind.

You want to be his lover.

“I love you too, y/n,” 

he says softly, his voice warm but carrying a different weight. 

Before you can react, he pulls you into a hug. You find yourself pressed close between his legs as he leans against the bathroom counter, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

Your eyes widen as you lift your arms cautiously, careful not to burn him with the cigarette still in your hand. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and despite everything- the distance, the unspoken things- you can’t help but grow comfortable under him.

“I love you more, Joseph,”

you whisper, so quiet you’re not sure he even hears.

Just before he pulls away, he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint, warm stain, like a secret blush meant only for you.

Without hesitation, he lifts the cigarette from your fingers and brings it to his lips once more. Another quiet, shared kiss- this one burning faintly between you.

“Alright- you’ll call me?”

“...will you pick up?”

He puts the cigarette out, flicking it on the floor and stepping on it. “Of course.” 

He bends to pick up the unlit cigarette, tossing it casually into the trashcan. He stands and steadies himself, briefly touching your elbow. “You… you still got my number saved?”

“...Of course,”

“Okay,” he smiles down at you. “I saw that, um, the kitchen has some snacks-”

“…okay.”

“…okay. uh… hey, here,” he murmurs, nodding toward the inside pocket of his jacket. “Just, put your hand here.”

You blink at him, confused.

“So I don’t lose you out there,” he says, and you can hear it in the smirk tugging at his words.

You shake your head, suppressing a smile, and reach for your purse instead, as he unlocks the door.

You leave the bathroom together. 

But just then, a friend spots him from across the room and weaves through the small group, eager to pull him into conversation. Another follows, then a few more, all wanting a moment with him- the Drew they know, the Drew everyone admires.

They crowd around him quickly, voices overlapping, laughter rising, and suddenly you’re on the outside again. Close enough to hear his voice, to see his smile, but too far to reach the part of him you need.

Your chest tightens with a love so fierce it almost hurts. You love him more than words could hold, more than you’ve ever dared admit.

You want to tell him, to make him see, but the words stay locked inside, swallowed by the noise and the distance growing between you. And as he gets pulled away, surrounded by friends, you’re left with nothing but the ache of loving someone who might never love you back the same way.

And just like that, he’s surrounded. 

You stand there, close, but still so far.

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stop i actually got sad writing this

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[artfight]

Hello! I have a question about attacks. This year, I want to do a sort of mass attack for some of my friend's characters, but a few of them aren't on artfight. Would it be allowed to put their characters in anyway? and would there be a way to get points for them?

Yes, that's fine, though please include links or references to the off-site characters included in the description. You may include them for points by adding an existing character profile (who is already in the attack) as many times as there are extra characters.

[thenmichael]

Can you draw ALttP? Maybe various poses with his pegasus boots?

This has been in my inbox for longer than I’d like to admit, but

I finally did it

So

Yay

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

I love this! 🥹

Congrats on 7k ♥️ what about Bucky Barnes + last second confession?

.⋆｡First (and Last)｡⋆.

7k Bingo Celebration

40s!Bucky Barnes x plus size reader

You loved him for so long, and now he’s being sent to war. Will you tell him that you love him before he leaves you behind?

Warnings: angst, fluff, friends to lovers, canon events, last second confession, ww2, time skip, general HYDRA warnings WC: 1k Minors DNI Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

You had known this day was coming for weeks, since the moment that damned letter arrived at the Barnes household that changed everything. You knew it was coming but you didn’t accept it, how could you accept the fact that your best friend was being sent to fight in a war halfway around the world and you might never see him again. You don’t think you even processed that he was leaving until Steve stood on your doorstep, his head tilted down so no one could see his tears. You tore down your apartment steps before he could utter a word, blindly running towards the train station you had been avoiding for weeks.

Bucky had always been by your side, a constant comfort that never allowed you a moment of peace. You don’t know when your childish crush on him had morphed into something more. Maybe it was when he cradled your face, wiping away your tears after a date stood you up, or when he blew almost all his money to get you a leather-bound copy of your favourite book. Or maybe it wasn’t just one moment but an amalgamation of every second you spent by his side, watching him grow from a gangly, reckless boy into a charming, honourable man. With that stupid cocky grin of his and blue eyes that held an ocean of fondness each time he looked at you.

You had fallen in love with him and he was leaving before you could even say good-bye.

The station was packed with smoke, people and tears. Families cried over their sons, leaning on each other as hundreds of boys crammed into the train cars, uniforms pristine and rucksacks loaded down with terror and hope. You shoved your way through the crowd, searching each tear-stained face and fogged up window, your panic mounting with each carriage you passed. Were you too late? Was Bucky on an earlier train?

Your mind spun with despair. You should’ve been there for him the second he got his draft letter, should've held him close and reassured him that no matter what, you would always be there. Instead you cried when he got his uniform and refused to accompany him and Steve to the science expo in favour of your own self-pity. You had lost him before you could even have him.

“Bucky!” Your voice barely broke over the din.

“Sweetheart?” You spun on your heel and suddenly, he was there. Bucky jumped from the train’s caboose, uncaring of his abandoned bag as he pushed through the crowd towards you. He looked perfectly put together which made your heart ache. You wanted him in his simple button-down shirt and trousers, lounging in your kitchen.

The crowd parted for just a moment, letting you run straight into his awaiting arms. He caught you like he always did, without hesitation or shame. You buried yourself into the warmth of his body and willed yourself not to imagine the worst. You had to make yourself believe that he would come back because without him, who were you?

“Hey there, gorgeous. What are you doing here?” You wanted to answer him, to apologise for every selfish thing you had done, to even say that you would miss him. But instead you wrapped one of your hands around the back of his neck and tugged his lips to yours.

Bucky stiffened in your arms before he melted into the kiss, holding you even tighter to him as it deepened. You clung to his broad shoulders, his arms, anywhere you could grab while your mind buzzed happily. His hands trailed down your body to your wide hips, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Now what was that for? Not that I’m complaining.” Heat bloomed across your cheeks as you both struggled to catch your breath.

“I love you.” It burst out from somewhere deep inside of you. “I love you so much James and I couldn’t let you leave without telling you.”

He beamed at you. “I love you. My sweet girl, god do I love you but you have terrible timing. Springing this on me when I can’t take you out and treat you right.” Your tears came suddenly, relief dripping down your face and onto his uniform. 

“I have to keep you on your toes don’t I?” The thrum around you began to die as time slipped away. He cupped your jaw, cradling your face as if you were delicate china.

“I’m gonna come back and take you on that date sweetheart.” You laughed through your tears as Bucky’s smile softened.

“You better keep that promise Barnes.” His thumb traced the soft line of your cheek, eyes dropping to your lips once more.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He kissed you one last time before the train whistle screamed and he was pulled away from you. He kept your gaze until the train disappeared around a bend, leaving you standing on the platform, waiting for that date.

——————

90 years later

The buzz of electricity overhead was the only sign of life within the base but still, Bucky kept his gun raised, anticipating the worst. His team had already slipped into the lower levels, letting him ignore the burning in the back of his mind every time he thought about those damned labs. 

With each room he cleared, that burning eased until he felt a bit more like himself again. He knew it wouldn’t all come back, so many pieces have been lost over the years and most of him was bound to you, still on that platform, waiting for the day that he would come home.

Sam’s voice crackled through his earpiece. “There’s more cryo-pods down here. Only one is operational.” His stomach twisted. Who else was subjected to the torture he endured? Or maybe it was a scientist that inevitably would get a government pardon just for the capability of their mind. 

“Got a name plate here, that’s new.” Bucky rolled his eyes and reached for the small plastic part in his ear until the next words froze him in place, a lost piece of himself suddenly clicking back into place.

“Anyone know a Y/N Y/L/N?”

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[gojisaurus]

your style is superb and your ability to stylize real people is incredible!! would it be possible to request more Oasis or Damon Albarn? thank you for the wonderful art<33

hehe thank you so much!! haven't drawn damon in ages, here are some doodles

[everything-transmasculine]

"Your not trans, you're probably going through a phase, or enjoying the novelty of using a different name or just confused. You were such a feminine little girl, you're probably just struggling with puberty or the idea of being femine."

Cool story dad, remember last year when you walked in on me attempting to bind with duct tape? What about my massive "not like other girls" phase I went through when I was little?

I wasn't like other girls. I was a boy, and liking stereotypically feminine things didn't change that. I am a boy.

exactly anon! whether or not you like stereotypically feminine or masculine things has no bearing on your gender - its society that labels these neutral, average things 'girl' or 'boy' activities.

i hope your dad is able to come around and be kinder towards you anon. its can be tough, but dont give up hope.

[infamous-if]

ngl, preferred the old cover, felt more early 2000s-ish, which is what the IF feels like, old MTV reality shows, the glow effect of the new cover makes it harder to look at (this is just my personal opinion). Also, can you explain the new stats a bit more? Like Born Star, Approachable vs Aloof, and Castmate vs Competitor

Also sad that playful is no longer a stat, I loved playing a playful mc 😂

haaa that's fair! I personally hated the old cover and wanted it more modern so it's funny that our opinions are direct opposites of each other lolol

so to avoid any misconceptions: the old personality stats are still there, they're just insivible so you'll still get playful flavor text and playful options. nothing has changed aside from the fact that you can't see them (they're not important enough to take up space in the stat page imo because they don't change the story in a huge meaningful way aside from mc having a different personality) (edit: upon reflection this is a lie they do change it lol but not often/big enough to be a stat!!)

now for the new stats they DO change the story pretty meaningfully so I wanted them to be visible because they are pretty important. They were originally going to be invisible choices but it didn't add a lot of flexibility to what I want to do in the future.

Approachable/Aloof has to do with how approachable/accessible you are as a celebrity to fans. Whether you give them the time or day or treat them like the bottom of your shoe lol

Born Star is how well MC navigates the public + fame based on the choices they make/their personality.

(It can be as simple as leaning into a villain edit the whole show and then suddenly trying to gain sympathy in an interview. it's a bad move because it doesn't work. that's not the perception the public has of you. you lose points because you don't know what you're doing when it comes to swaying the public. on the other hand, if you lean into your villain side and go that way, it'll work and you gain points.)(this is not an actual example)(essentially being mindful of the choices you make that's all)

(That stat won't be moving a lot until the latter half of the story.)

Castmate/Competitor is about whether MC sees the cast as rivals to take down or sees them as an opportunity to make friends and branch out/make platonic relationships outside of their band. This one is important. I won't say why but it is.

[savvysquid]

I can’t remember if i sent this or not but if i didnt;

if possible, could you maybe draw something charles lee and/or samuel seabury related?

if not it is PERFECTLY OK! 👍

:D

Here's a Lee sketch for u :D

+ Burr cuz i couldn't resist

Srry i didnt respond for so long D:

[kcggggg]

the Last Place at Best Buy arc really kicked me in the pants with nostalgia for Dark Souls.

I'm always there, in the undead asylum, in the firelinked shrine, in anor londor. The familiar paths I've tread along make new wrinkles in a specific part of my brain. That game really figured something out and while I enjoy others before and after it, there ain't much like DS1.