For My Aching Soul

Michael just cant help being annoying and ominous as always AHAHA DESIGNS ARE BY @blackberreh-art CAUSE I CANT STOP DRAWING THEM

so is no one else thinking about how Tango hesitated at the chance to attack Jimmy (even though it meant saving Etho), couldn't do it, and then talked to impulse after about how he knew he should've but he hesitated and it was weird.

All of you that voted ghosts are now my enemys

Anon's distinction between magic and supernatural abilities is that they exist in different mythologies: magic overtly continues paradigm of occultism, while supernatural abilities tend to masquerade as science. However, there is frequent overlap, so vote however you feel like.

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happy anniversary to my personal hell

Listen, you know why Andrew loves Neil? Why Neil Abram Josten was the one Andrew would allow into his inner space, to allow growing roots where Andrew keeps the remaining fragments of his heart?

Because hardly anyone respects Andrew's boundaries. Renee does. Bee does. Wymack does. Andrew respects his own boundaries to the point of enforcing them at knife point.

But Neil? Neil Abram Josten?

He views Andrew's boundaries as sacred.

Renee, Bee, and Wymack would view crossing Andrew's boundaries as disrespectful at best and a violation at worst. They earned his trust that way.

But NEIL???

Neil views crossing Andrew's boundaries as a fucking sin. As blasphemous. A devoted disciple would sooner spit in their God's face than Neil ever conceiving of crossing Andrew's boundaries.

Some people would look at you erecting brick walls covered in barbed wire and would start looking for a good crack to aim a sledgehammer. Some people would watch you lock a door and try knocking, just once, to see if you'll open it for them. And some people would watch you draw a line in the sand and never dream of stepping over it.

Neil parked his ass on the other side of Andrew's barbed wired multi-layered brick wall surrounding his concrete bunker and stayed there, running his mouth. And when Andrew revealed the hidden door, Neil smiled, stayed put, and kept talking.

Andrew didn't fall for Neil because Neil wouldn't come in.

He fell because Neil waited for Andrew to come out, waited for Andrew to extend his hand, and waited for Andrew to lead him inside by his own volition.

And that's why Neil was the one who earned Andrew's "Stay".

"love is love" until it doesn't include sex

"love is love" until it lives in separate beds

"love is love" until it is queer platonic

"love is love" until it does not comply with compulsory sexuality and amatonormativity

love IS love, for aspecs, for sex sepulsed folk and for platonic relationships

"love is love" apply to more than same-sex relationships in a world where romantic and sexual relationships are considered more valuable

Remember to advocate for Asexuals and Aromantics this pride. Because we are also here, and we are also queer

was having a hard time making this in toon boom

Ohh i really needed that one, thanks!

"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking

I need to talk about how much I love ghosts in fiction. I love when they aren't just some scary monsters, when they are just someone that happens to be dead

But the most important part is to add some melancholy to them.

You can never allow the audience the luxury of forgetting that this character being a ghost means they are dead, means they are someone that lost everything that one have to lose

I need to feel the absence of them even when they are the center of the scene, I need they to force us to go through the grief for a character even if we didn't ever meet them alive

I need their death to be such a gravity point that we can never go too far from that

I need, especially with older ghosts, for them to still act like their lives are the center of their beings, even if they are dead far much longer than they were alive