Am new to the fandom so missing lots of context but from stuff I’ve heard (it’s not super clear what happened - were the creators involved??) the discord sounds pretty intimidating and I’m nervous about joining it and idk if I ever will (what’s the atmosphere on it like??)
I'm in the discord. I love it!
I'm not here to entertain or comment on drama. That's not what Nevermore Confessions is about. But, here's what I have to say for now:
The Discord is filled with darling people with so much love for the Nevermore comic. We've got fanfiction writers, amazing artists, talented cosplayers, and so much more. I've made friends in that chat. I've found a community.
Join! I, and a bunch of others, will give you such a warm welcome!
Once I got to ramble about my favorite sapphic ship (aside from Lenore and Annabel Lee). That was great. And I got to gush about my favorite band. There's so much to talk about in that server, including the comic itself.
Mods, Red and Flynn: if you're reading this, thank you for cultivating such a sweet environment! There's been some ups and downs, like everything on the Internet, but despite that, it's the funnest server I've ever been a part of.
xoxo, you know who.
P.S. The discord is about as intimidating as a roly poly.
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a lolcow is obviously a bad and harmful thing but studying weird people online is a wonderful and soul enriching experience. but if u treat the fun of it as a product and engage with them to get more of this product, if youre "milking" the "lolcow", youre fucked. youre going down the path of darkness. it needs to be aetherial and loose. the better alternative is looking at lolbirds instead which is quite beautiful cuz, like birdwatching, its a process where u do not enact power and force over ur subject to make it show u what u want, you just let them naturally come by and show off their plumage (10000 near identically composed deviantart illustrations of different kids show character crying while getting knead into dough and baked[this happened in a single episode of a show the artist saw when they were 4]) and then u maybe show some of ur favorite feathers of theirs to your close group of friends and then let them pass on with the wind and u keep them as a sweet memory ❤
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Well I've finally gone insane enough to draw a (dreamworks) trollsona!
She's an alt/indie rock troll who plays the bass guitar, inspired by the musical stylings of Mitski whom I adore 🫶 somewhat sadgirl, occasionally angry, but always with very very big emotions aaaand she has no name at the moment.
(And ofc she's got the fattest crush on Queen Barb and a lot of her songs are secretly about her sssh~)
Taglist♡: @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @sosoftandsweet @changeling-selfship @drjohndisco @bob-in-tekken-8
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steve likes to drink. nothing in too much excess, nothing too terribly terrible, nothing to really worry about. he likes a beer that turns into four, he likes to throw back shots and see how long he can last without grimacing. he likes to go to the dance floor in seedy little dives or bigger clubs or house parties and twist around with his hands on someone's hips. he likes the floaty feeling he gets when his blood feels warm and his face is flushed and the voices in his head quiet down to a murmur, how he can just be without any inhibitions holding him back.
eddie isn't too big of a drinker. it's a bit of a downer really, but after watching his mom drink herself away and hearing the angry echos of his dad's screams in his memory once he'd had a million too many, drinking never really seemed fun. and it's not like he needs anything to loosen his limbs or his tongue or his spirits, he's already wild enough as it is. it becomes an unspoken rule that eddie will be the designated driver whenever the crew wants to go out even though no one likes his driving anyway.
he's ordering a shirley temple at the bar when an arm slings over his shoulders, pulling him close into the soft side of someone who smells heavenly, all musky and spicy and enticing.
"eddie," is all but yelled against his ear against the music, lips brushing over the sensitive skin there, and yep, that's steve. "hey, we going home soon?"
steve is warm from either dancing or vodka and eddie finds himself drawn in like a lovestruck moth obsessed with a bright and shiny lamp. he shuffles even closer and covers steve's hand on his shoulder with his own before throwing a grin his way. he likes how steve's eyes zero in on his mouth and the way he licks his lips before he mirrors his smile back at him.
"you done dancing?"
steve mumbles in affirmation and nuzzles his face into the side of his neck, coming around to press himself against eddie's front and wrapping his arms around his waist. there's a hint of lips at the column of his throat and fingers digging into his sides that decide to travel down, down, down and-
with a chuckle, eddie regretfully pulls away the hands that he wants around him at all times and motions for the bartender to close their tab.
"okay, stevie. let's get you home." eddie laughs at the overdramatic frown he gets in response and drinks in how steve's arms pull at his too tight t-shirt as he crosses them over his chest. he presses his hips against eddie's to get as close as possible, causing eddie to stumble back. "geez, you're needy after a few cocktails."
"cock... tails," steve mumbles after a few seconds before he snorts out a laugh and the facade of anger is gone, leaving only a wide toothy smile and pretty pink cheeks that eddie could stare at for hours. "i'll show you cocktails."
his hands reach for eddie's waist again who has to wiggle away from his boyfriend to grab his card from the bartender with an apologetic grin. eddie shoves steve towards to the door lightly, both of them giggling and happy, and admires the view as he walks behind him.
"yeah, yeah. you can show me at home, big boy."
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Do the boys just never take off their cloaking charms? Between showering sports and just childhood shenanigans... how?
Yep! The long and short of it is that Splinter invested in the good shit. (How did he afford the good shit? Donnn't worry about it. Same way he was able to cut a deal with Big Mama...)
The Cloaking Crystals are specifically designed for long-term wear, the bracelets are small and minimal so as to not get in the way of day-to-day, and are enchanted so that they fit snugly and won't fall off by accident-- they have to be deliberately removed with intention. Splinter spent weeks teaching his sons how to wear bracelets without bothering them (even before he got the actual cloaking brooches) and drilling into them how important it was to never ever take them off.
After a while, the brothers just got used to having them on, and really didn't have any reason to ever take them off. I imagine that there was at least one occasion (when they were still young,) where one of the brothers (probably Leo...) started messing with his, but...
Dad didn't even get mad. He yelled a little, sure, and he stopped Leo right away, but... They could tell he wasn't angry. He was scared. They had never seen his face look like that before.
... They kind of decided after that that they really shouldn't ever take the bracelets off. Dad said it kept them safe, and it seemed like he meant it. Now that they're older, they mostly just chalk it up to it being some kind of superstitious thing on their Dad's part, but they remember how important it is to him, and that he told them not to, so... They just haven't.
Not yet, anyway.
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