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These are some screen grab repaints that I did ages ago with some of my MHA OCs. I have stupid amounts of lore for the universe they reside in at this point, and an army of ocs. These idiots (affectionate, they are my OCs, and therefore my children) don't even really show up in the main fic I am slowly fleshing out. They're the next gen epilogue.

If you want to know more about their universe, feel free to ask.

So I was thinking to myself one part of me wants cute slice of life stories and then the other part of me want deep political machinations with intrigue and stuff.

And then yet another part of me was like: why not an combination of both?

So I told my dad about this because I like to bounce ideas off of him, and he helps me refine them. However, I was not expecting his response.

My father who I care about deeply and very much respect who is also sometimes a deeply sarcastic and witty man: "So, like Jane Austen?"

And that just. Got me. It was like a punch till the gut. Here I was expecting some utterly strange name or amalgamation and I just get hit with this truth bomb out of left field.

Because he's right. That combination is Jane Austen's works, very much so. The romances of the heroines and the intrigue of their social circles are exactly that.

But I think the thing that was really getting me, the thing that just had me sitting there like some odd gelatinous mass, was that I someone who is very much a fan of Austen(as is my father), a writer and creative by nature, had not considered that very very simple explanation.

And then I realized I wouldn't have considered that possibility. Not at first. It's not in my nature to do so. I look for the odd eccentric answers. However my father, who is quite the excellent storyteller himself, has one important fundamental difference from me when it comes to these things:

He thinks analytically.

It may be obvious by this point that I do not. I think of things very abstractly. I observe the world very differently. My spatial awareness is nothing to write home about. Indeed, my social awareness is nothing stunning either.

However, I did inherit his tendency to ramble. So that's what this is. This is my word vomit about something that just struck me oddly.

Does it have a point? Who knows! Do I just want to ramble about it and hope someone hears me screaming my stray thoughts into the void? Yes. Isn't that the point of this hellsite (deeply affectionate)?

Sure, the Dead Robin's Club is a nice name and all, but you cannot look me in the eye and tell me that Jason "we could start a poetry slam and still bust these dorks" Todd, the original Dead Robin, theater kid energy given form, Shakespeare and Austen nerd, literature lover, would not call it the Dead Robin's Society.

It is a petty hill to die on, but I will do so.

Give him an oh captain, my captain moment, damnit!

My DND character, Xior Wulfentrussor, is my co-star, apparently. That'd be interesting. A seven-foot-something beast of a woman who could crush me between her thighs if she wanted to (I think muscular women are awesome and this half-orc half-elf sorcerer woman is no exception.)

The movie would be titled "Meet me Inside" because I've on a Hamilton kick lately (it helps time go faster at one of my jobs).

Who to tag, who to tag...@jinxysmidcentury @gentlesharks @hey-hamlet @tamdrry @harlequinade @ramshackledtrickster @corvidrogue @regal-bones (just kinda went at random)

Rules: You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Thanks for the tag @rejectofsociety! 🥰

Castle on the Hill, starring me and Zoya Nazyalensky.

No pressure tagging @maybeimart, @thezegendofzelda, @zero-plus-zero-is-still-zero, @bigbendyhorns, @brekker-by-brekkerr and anyone else who feels like having a go!

Too true. I have long referred to my muse as a freight train because it is Like That. I'm never expecting it, it comes at incredible speeds, and really, it's my own fault for not getting off of the tracks that entertainment leaves in my mind. My muse one of three things at all times: the aforementioned freight train, a crow enraptured by shiny new ideas, or a particularly distractible squirrel.

Here's the second one: Leap. Original idea credit for the challenge goes @orphiceonian !

Day 3: Trust. Painting isn't really my strong suit, but I have been having fun with these.

Credit for the original idea that inspired this challenge goes to @orphiceonian and their Codextober.

I know it's a bit late in the day, but here's day 4: Air. As always, the original inspiration for this challenge is @orphiceonian and their Codextober.

"...and that's the weather! Now, back to you, Maria."

"Thank you, Gaspare. And now, our top story tonight—local man gets clobbered by construction. Earlier today, a man was reportedly perching on a tall building. The man, according to witnesses, proceeded to say, quote, 'I see no God up here—except for me'."

"Immediately after, he was clocked on the head by an 'inexplicably speedy' brick. He proceeded to fall two stories to the ground and was immediately rushed to a doctor. One has to wonder—was it just dumb luck, or was it divine smite? More on that at 11."

"We'll be right back with the latest updates on the aftermath of the Pazzi conspiracy after this commercial break, but until then, this has been Five in Firenze."

My idiot of an OC, Victoriano.

The law of the universe seems to be that, even across centuries, the person in charge of the Auditore braincell(s) is not among the males of the species.

I got the idea (and referenced the pose a little bit) from @sparrovv 's Breaking News: Local Man Gets Cocky post.

I would love to answer questions about this idiot, btw.

Here is a nice portrait I did of my OC, Victoriano Auditore.