#I need to write to my representative

[bixels]

I wanna get around to doing some small story beats for the "Main Six Takes Manhattan" story. It'd be a good chance for me to play around with different art styles too.

I'm really excited about this story too because it'd be splitting everyone up into pairs for their own little arc.

Rarity attends a fashion showcase in upper Manhattan, with April-Jacqueline in tow as her "attendant." The two get swept up in industry drama as they uncover the abuse faced by amateur designer Carol Cho under the American fashion house "Polomare."

Pinkie and Thea head to Harlem for a rent party, hosted by Thea's city friends. Despite Thea's protestations, Pinkie can't help but be the life of the party as its tenants and musicians attempt to raise enough money to fight their landlords and demand housing justice.

Dash and Félicie navigate NYC's transportation system to go to a ball game: the New York Wonderbolts vs. the Washington Senators. While Dash meets her heroes, Félicie can't help but feel homesick and smothered by the big city.

[invinciblevalentine]

atp i would snort reeve tuesti fic like cocaine.

if anyone knows any fics that put reeve through the blender like “Son” by She_sees_in_the_dark or “Through Another’s Eyes” by CorsairOriginal—

i need to see that man under enough pressure to make a diamond crack. For my health.

[ithinkineedasideblognow]

Just read "The Road Home: Batgirl", or however you call it, and legitimately I burst into tears as soon as I finished it. I am still crying, and it's very inconvenient.

It's not that the story made me sad--quite the opposite, really, I love her. It's just...I know how this ends. Her run gets cut short, and all of this development--I'll never read her again. I'm mourning what we never got.

Just--look.

Look.

She had such an impactful arc, starting out as Spoiler, chronic fuck-up, dying through Robin, coming into her own as Batgirl, it's genuinely been such a moving ride.

and I'm never going to be able to read her being Batgirl, with everything that entails, ever again. She's gone.

[starry-sophrosyne]

Is it maybe a little pretentious to have my persona be more.. god like? Perhaps- XD

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In one manner, Starry is a sovereign of the night sky, the stars at dusk. She watches over the world, spanning across several universes, and her domains resides above them all. She spends her time watching over the little people in their worlds, embarking on journeys, meeting strife, falling to love and loss. She does not instill fate, she simply watches, but she knows of what is to come. She does not exist to any of them, as a concept outside of their universe, the goddess of their gods. And yet?

In another manner, she is nothing. Nothing omnipotent or all-powerful about her, other than her regal/elegant looks. She is a big nerd at heart, kicking her feet and giggling at people's writings and aus. She may have curved horns and stars dotting midnight skin, but she is no more of a god than a human wearing a yellow poncho. She resides our with the community and has the niche ability to summon a blue martini glass that she can communicate through/physically embody if need be. Why? Comedic humor. XD /hj /silly

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Starry & Rosyne's designs :

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Clique's Angel au :

Starry's TTOS au :

Swizard's maidpocalypse "au" :

[aryomengrande]

── .✦ 恋の予感 (koi no yokan)

mistakes. change. aging. death—all have one thing in common—inescapable. clotho spun two threads, lachesis intertwines these strings, and as tasked, atropus will cut these strands when the time comes…but she will cut them untethered, untangled. destiny will lead them to fall deep in affection, to see a brief vision that the value of the other is much more significant than they anticipated, to feel a strong premonition that one day they will be inseparable. a slow realization so achingly sluggish that they only start to realize they are burning when the house has been engulfed in flames for ages. this is the fate that the hands of the moirai have decided, the fate of keisuke and rara. 

a compilation of the fibers that form keisuke and rara’s—bajira’s cords—恋の予感.

jewel case content details + track listing──

the album cover is inspired by state of grace by taylor swift. this is bajira’s main anthem. the art on the front and back cover is thoroughly dissected at the bottom of the back booklet. the CD cover has a chromatic aberration to show overlapping images of the same art to depict four eyes to complete referencing the lyric ‘twin fire signs (which is altered to ‘twin water signs’ as a scorpio appears in the front art, not a fire sign), ‘four blue eyes’ but instead, it’s brown eyes.

the tracks are categorized into four sides, one side each represents one or two stages of love. side a is attraction; the unsteady heartbeats when they’re around, the swarm of butterflies in your stomach you try so hard to tame, the frustrating fact that they live rent-free in your mind. side b is romance and disillusionment (which is mitigated here to minimize angst); the angry confession, the desperation, the hope for love to be reciprocated, the permission to enter the heart and once granted, they’re in. all the way in. side c is attachment; the dust has settled. you were catching your breath before, chasing them like you were a moth and the next flame was miles away, and now, you and them are grounded. it’s everything around you that’s speeding so you try to grasp every moment with them possible. every interaction thoroughly gauged and devoured, every memory engraved in your mind that it looks like a wall full of graffiti. nothing else matters but them, and then you start to wonder if anything else has mattered before you met them. side d is stable love; your names are no longer lone, always an ‘and’ sandwiched in between them. and not just your names, so are your hearts, souls, and bodies.

the sides in bajira’s track listing are named after the four phases of mitosis—prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase. i thought it was fitting to name it after something science-related (as keisuke and i are both in the science field) and that mitosis is a process of division (specifically cell division). this can allude to the permeation of memories that we will share together.

booklet──

i would first meet keisuke in none other than remedial class (i thought it was the most possible way i/rara would meet him and let's js put it that we're the same age in 2011 (that's how i looked like when in 2011c when i was 14) and both in 9th grade). i would put my last name here as ‘nakamoto’ after my NCT 127 bias, yuta nakamura, for convenience. canon rara lore: i actually didn't join remedial class because i was having a hard time with my studies, i joined because my best friend who was struggling was shy and needed a companion. so when a slot opened, i signed up. and yes, like any high schooler, it’s always 70% yapping, 30% actual studying ꉂ (≧ヮ≦) the teacher who taught geometry in remedial class was also my class adviser (and i was her class secretary) so she was surprised to see me there as i was sometimes in the top 8 or 9 of the class. my chatty behavior is a hindrance to my standing because the deportment grade has some weight on our final average. during remedial class, she would be pissed that i was more of a nuisance than an actual helping hand to my best friend (￣▽￣||) so in the bajira lore, the geometry teacher would scold me and tell me 'instead of chattering when you don't even need help with your subjects, why not help the other students who are actually struggling?'

“guess we both lost to super junior last night, huh?” sai’s eyes were going back and forth between her own notebook and rara’s notebook, comparing solutions and answers. 

“well, at least BIGBANG won best music video.” rara snickered. the story of how rara became a VIP, a fan of BIGBANG, was comical. back in 7th grade, she found out that sai despised BIGBANG’s leader—GD—because he was the idol of the classmate that constantly teased her. like the menace rara is, she joined in to poke fun at her best friend. but at that time, she knew nothing about GD or BIGBANG. so she did some research, to find things to tease sai about; information she will have no choice to take in because they were always joined to the hip. but then, the longer rara dug deep, she more she saw the appeal. she started to like GD and even more so the group he led. what was an innocent foraging for scraps steered her into diamonds. because she didn’t know at that time how much BIGBANG would mean to her. true to the origin of their name, the impact they would have on her would be massive. 

“i don’t care about BIGBANG.” sai huffed annoyingly.

“you know what they say—the more you love, the more you hate!” rara teased.

“instead of spouting bullshit, can’t we just talk about our queens 2NE1?!”

“you wanna talk about BIGBANG so bad you mask it by wanting to talk about their female counterparts,” rara mused.

“no, i do not!” sai insisted.

“yes, you do—”

“nakamoto-san!” matsumoto-sensei, the geometry teacher, roared from across the room. she stood up abruptly from her chair, the table slightly moving forward due to the force. “how many times do i have to tell you this is not the time for unnecessary chatter!” 

rara’s eyes widened in fear as her class adviser marched towards her. she was used to being shouted at because she was situated in the front row in her classroom and matsumoto-sensei never needed to walk towards her. but seeing matsumoto-sensei stomping her heels towards her was frightening, it’s as if rara was david and matsumoto-sensei was goliath. 

“sensei, i apologize, it was my fault! sai-chan and i will go back to working on geometry now!” she said frantically.

matsumoto-sensei’s eyes narrowed at her. “look nakamoto-san, i’ve seen gyotoku-san’s recent quizzes and assignments from her geometry teacher and she has improved quite a bit.” rara and sai exchanged glances, part relief and part confusion. rara knew this because sai would happily tell her about passing tests even if some of the scores barely passed the failing mark. why was matsumoto-sensei telling her this, though? 

“although i think gyotoku-san still requires your help,” matsumoto-sensei put her hands on her hips sternly and continued, “help with geometry and not with the latest news regarding KPOP,” she reminded, “maybe let gyotoku-san try to be independent of your assistance and help someone else who is struggling?” she looked around and her eyes landed on a boy diligently writing notes in the corner. his hair was neatly tied into a low ponytail and he wore glasses with thick lenses. 

“like baji keisuke,” matsumoto-sensei held her hand out towards keisuke’s direction for rara to see. she hadn’t talked to him despite being in the same grade, much less interacted with him. “he is really struggling with almost everything.” almost everything? he must at least be good at something. rara thought. “your name is next to top 9 on the paper plastered in the bulletin board at the back of our homeroom. time to prove your standing.”

“you know, the two-column proof is easier than paragraph proof.” 

keisuke looked up to see where the voice was coming from. it was a girl with short, straight hair, staring at his notes. she was holding a bunch of papers, a notebook, a chemistry book, and a novel entitled ‘mockingjay’ by suzanne collins.

“what?”

“i said it’s easier to use the two-column proof for proving.” rara’s eyes met his and he just stared at her like she ate a live frog. “uh, baji-san, right? i’m nakamoto rara. i’m going to help you with those.”

rara moved the closest table next to his, grabbed a chair, sat down, and plopped her stuff. 

keisuke still couldn’t comprehend what she was doing, why she was there next to him or what was happening. his eyes darted towards her things which caused rara to look down on them. “oh, don’t mind these. it’s just my script for the romeo and juliet theatre play for english and a novel i’m currently reading.” 

“a novel? for school stuff?”

rara chuckled a little bit. “we already do so much reading for school. this one’s just for fun.”

“yeah, we already read so much crap, and you read those long-ass paragraphs for fun?”

“hey, don’t make fun of my hobby.” rara chipped. “anyway, baji-san, like i said, the two-column proof is easier but if paragraph proof is easier for you, show me how you solve that problem.”

keisuke remained calm but inside, he actually really didn’t know what to do, despite the problem not being an actual assignment but a sample problem given to them earlier. the answers were already there but he didn’t know how the answers were concluded. 

rara sensed the discomfort in his expression and said, “okay, let’s do it this way—you do it with paragraph proof and i’ll do it with two-column proof. then we can compare answers.” 

“you said you’re here to help me with these.” keisuke said simply. 

“yes, i will but of course, you gotta put work into it, too.” rara said. “you can’t just listen to me while i do a lot of explaining.”

“why not?”

a sigh escaped rara’s lips. “you need to solve it your own way so if you make any errors or if you’re stuck in a dead end, i can pinpoint the parts you need to work on.”

“what if it’s not just parts?” keisuke mumbled.

rara raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“like what if i’m entirely bad at this?”

“you still need to try.” rara stated. “look, how many of us are in this corner? do i look like i’m talking to a ghost or an invisible person?”

“no.” keisuke answered unsurely.

“right. there’s not one but two of us here because two minds work better than one even if you think yours is empty or non-functioning.” a miniscule of a smile appeared on keisuke’s lips. remedial class is weird, he thought. you got people over here willing to put in effort for a dumbass like me. rara pointed her pen to the wall clock at the center of the classroom. “and don’t worry. there’s so much time to fill your brain with the correct information or start its gears so it can work.”

and for the first time, keisuke felt like the walls he put up, walls that he thought only toman could see through, could possibly be undone by an outsider.

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state of grace | © aryomengrande 2025

[biasomnia]

Ignore me if I am getting stuff wrong but I’ve recently begun to think of Viktor’s journey throughout Arcane in the context of the classic gothic sci-fi novel Frankenstein (I specify novel due to not watching any of the movies). It’s fascinating how Viktor is both the creature (“Adam”) and, uhm, Victor Frankenstein himself.

~Essay below the cut for your scrolling ease~

Firstly, it’s clear in season 1 how Viktor = Victor. Both are bright eyed students yearning for knowledge and to make change with professors warning them to not get lost within the ideals to the post they lose their morals. Unlike Victor Frankenstein, Viktor sees the horrors of the Hexcore only after it as killed, yet like the tale of yore he has no strength to beat his creature alone. So Viktor asks Jayce for help.

Now, Jayce is our Frankenstein. Another bright eyed inventor, doomed to create. He brings the dead to life with an unexplained science. Yet unlike Victor, Jayce sees his resuscitated creature with awe at first when it awakens. All his theories are true. Yet it, Viktor, languishes. An unnatural life, an unnatural body, fused with his creature into something new. Like the creature, he flees, desperate to find out who he, who it is.

I would consider Viktor in act 2 of season 2 a continuation of him as the creature, if the creature was seen as a messenger of god. As the creature once said, “.. I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel..” (Chapter 10). Viktor is if the creature were truly allowed to be Adam, to be the first of the new mankind. The next step of Evolution. One could argue he still represent Victor within his scientific pursuits, but I’d retort the creature has as much of a smart mind as his creator, willing to push himself.

Sadly for Viktor, Jayce has no awe left. He has fully embraced being Frankenstein, seeing his choice after the bombing as an inhumane mistake. Jayce declares his goal: to right his wrongs. Unlike both Viktor and Victor, Jayce has the strength to do so. He brings himself infront of his creature. Something made with his friend’s body, wearing his friend’s face, his friend’s memories recognizing Jayce and feeling safe. So Jayce must tighten his grip on the hammer kill it.

When act 3 begins, Viktor is now an amalgamation of both the creature and Frankenstein. He is something new and feared, something that wants and begs for its creator’s love and acknowledgement. He is someone exploring a new field, seeking praise as he delves into waters too deep for people to handle, not noticing the air leaving his lungs as he drowns in the knowledge around him. He creates many a creature, each a cherished doll.

I’d say that Jayce is also a similar amalgamation, something touched and formed by something, someone, higher than him. Someone else’s creature, a horrid reminder of everything that world lost nestled within his hands. He is still Frankenstein, as seen with “My partner died in this room.” (S2, Act III). I think there is more to be said on Jayce’s journey in the context of Frankenstein but it’s 1am and I could make a more official essay later. I felt it important to include this short paragraph, however, before we delve into our conclusion.

The two finally stand face to face once more, the lines are blurred on who is the creature and the creator, but that does not matter now. No matter which of the two they are, they want the other dead. So they fight and the lines blur further and further till the two have to look at eachother, at their human faces in the cosmic plane. The line is gone. Both Viktor and Jayce are the creators of Hextech, the new science that was a piece of ever tragedy. Both are creatures made by Hextech, unable to live without it. So like Victor and the creature, Jayce and Viktor realize they have no place left in the world. So they leave it, letting the world distort and contort their story as time passes by.

[paigepithetics]

i currently have 3 epic meta posts in my drafts rn, one about god games, one about eurylochus, and one about circe!

[sleepy-crypt1d]

One of my favorite parts of COF that I find is commonly overlooked is the fact that it doesn't sanitized itself for a broader audience, it comes in with a message, with a story to tell that's hard to swallow with characters that are realistic and heartbreaking, and it doesn't apologize for this once.

Something interesting that occurred to me was how people who have never experienced severe mental health struggles view COF- the specific instance I'm thinking of is when I was explaining the plot to my mom, and had explained the different endings to her and how to get those endings, and what each one seemed to imply both for Simon and his relationship with those in his life, and her takeaway from the conversation was- "I don't like that the mentally ill main character becomes a killer. I don't like that he's the bad guy"

And this was interesting to me because, that's kind of the whole reason why I started to love Simon in the first place.

So infrequently are we shown mentally ill characters who do bad things yet still deserve redemption. Who still deserve to be treated as a person, because they are one. In a world that is becoming largely comfortable with the idea "bad person = deserves to die" it was insanely refreshing to see a character like Simon, who we see hurt people, who we see become obsessed and stalkerish and violent, gain redemption through healing. Through therapy and community and the belief from others that he will get better. That he isn't a lost cause.

In ending 2, one of the darker endings of the experience, we learn that Simon is alone. That his friends and family have all left him. That he's been abandoned due to his disability and general mental health struggles, and this was devastating to me. Upsetting to a degree that had me thinking about it for days afterward. Not helped by Simon's plea to Dr. Purnell to not feel bad because "not everyone can be saved". The way Simon views himself is much too similar to my own view of myself as someone who has struggled with similar issues.

As someone who was led down a path of harm due to untreated issues and still struggles with believing I "deserve" redemption.

Because I do, and so does he.

And it's always so upsetting seeing so many people who view victims as one note stories. As people who just cry sometimes and have trouble talking to people or get sad every once in awhile. Mental health is messy and hard to live with and life ruining at times, and this stripping of it's nuance is so frustrating to see happen over and over and over again.

Victims are not your savior story. They are not cookie cutter helpless children that need to be protected. Abuse and severe struggles do not make you stronger, they do not make you better, they do not magically make you more empathetic or loving and I'm fucking tired of that narrative. I'm tired of being talked over by people who've never experienced it or other victims who think they're the "good" ones because, well, they never did that which means anyone who did is horrible. I'm tired of stories of illness being sanitized for other people's comfort.

Victims can become perpetrators, that does not take away from their victim status. That does not change the fact that they still deserve help. That does not take away from their personhood. They are a human being that needs help, not a death sentence. Should they take accountability? Of fucking course. Does their trauma absolve them of wrongdoing? No. But I'm tired of people acting like cycles don't exist, like the second you act out on your trauma you're past saving.

Simon's story is perfect the way it is. A story of redemption and acceptance, of learning to live and grow and learn from past mistakes and find a way to live peacefully. To take responsibility and attempt to rekindle the relationships you lost, the ones you hurt.

Ending 4 and his admittance to the hospital, as well as his continued friendship with Sophie but acceptance of his loss of a romantic one, is heart breakingly bittersweet in a way that is hard for me to describe. Him getting better but living with what he's done, growing from it and learning to live anyways.

Another part of this is that, in his happy ending, in the ending where he does get better; he doesn't do it alone. Largely, the narrative of community is lost in these stories, how helpful a support system can be. Simon gets better because he has people there for him, because he has Purnell and Sophie and his mom looking out for him. He has his doctors and the staff at the hospital and people who know he can get better, that he's still a person deserving and capable of good.

People need people, and this seems an obvious note to me in the story of COF. Simon needs people. He needed people the entire time. Someone, anyone, to listen to him and give him the hand he needed.

And it's so refreshing to see a character like Simon still be loved and cared about and helped even when he was "the bad guy". Let mental ill characters be realistic. I'm begging you.

[darklight-owl]

Next to Normal is kindof crazy like why you making me relate to both Diana AND Dan in the worst way possible

[fatedroses]

Zenos, but he uses his grandfather's name and imagery for his new armor so he can actually feel like a hero.

[thefloatingwriter]

13k words into chapter three, and beetee still hasn’t left the capitol.

[voiceofthe]

actually wraith and grey are kind of parallel routes when you think about it given their linear nature, the princess as a vengeful spirit, the absence of the blade and thusly the absence of what it symbolizes (trust & choice)

[snail-speed]

[milfbrainrot]

to be completely honest i think the biggest thing that holds me back from making ocs is i focus so much on difficult dynamics that no matter how i envision a character, there's some type of offensive way it could be interpreted and it just... stops being fun. of course you need to have some considerations for avoiding blatant stereotypes but it rly does hold me back from developing anything out further bc it feels like everything i go to make is tainted and Problematic TM.

[lordmushroomkat]

Was just thinking about shadowpeach and I remembered a line from a song that fits them so well in the way that it absolutely cuts to the bone.

So anyway here's the lyrics to Elsa's Song by The Amazing Devil so you can think about it with me.

I can hear the cannons calling as though across a dream

And I can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam

And like flowers, the bodies tumble around this muddied lot

I cannot hear them scream, "Forget me not",

Your voice, it carries over the hubbub and the hum

And it paints the sky and circles high like the beating of a drum

You will scream, "I won't forget you, " but I'll cover my cold ears

It cannot be a lie if no one hears

'Cause although you say good day to me, I know I don't belong

And although you hold my hand and say, "I love you, " you are wrong

Because love does not exist here, in this garden, there's no feeling

And you say the words so often that I barely know the meaning

And when all the flowers are rotten and all the cannons shot

I'll scream, but you won't hear, "Forget me not"

And in years to come, you'll wander to the place up on our hill

And then you'll cry to our painted sky, "I loved him then, I love him still!"

And you'll strew some sage and lilies and roses where I rot

Of all the flowers you picked, I knew you would forget

Forget-me-nots

Just. The war with heaven, the loss, the separation, the death, the mourning, the coming back to life but still feeling dead, the distance, the love that was real but hadn't mattered when it needed to, the grief.

I'm gonna cry, I swear to the gods. If someone doesn't make an animatic for this I'm gonna be so upset. It's perfect!! (I guess I could try??? Ugh I have too many projects already, I don't need this!)

[theraccoonsinyourbackyard]

Google doesnt give me precise info so i want someone here to infodump me on intersexism

I got an intersex oc and i gotta admit i dont know much about that, so i want some tips on how to write that character without being accidentally offensive or misrepresenting the group

Include EVERYTHING! From social issues, the way it affects the way the voice sounds, appearance, types, i mean EVERYTHING you know!

The voice part is kinda important here, theyre quite the chatbox