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corishadowfang · 2 years

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Fic Notes: On the Edge of Daybreak

With the final chapter of On the Edge of Daybreak being posted, like...today, I thought it might be fun to get some--I guess behind the scenes stuff and fun facts about it? Or at least, I’m interested in those sorts of things, so maybe other people will be, too, haha.

So to start off with--we have a playlist:

Full Playlist

Theseus

Turn Around

Journey to the Past

I’m Still Here

The Paradox

Runaway

Who Is She? (Reprise)

Tell Your Heart to Beat Again

Lantern in the Night

Show Yourself

Dearly Beloved (Vocal Cover)

Honorable mentions include Falling on Angels, I Have Questions, What Did We Know?, and Fairytale. (Yes there’s a Frozen II song on the playlist shh.)

Fun fact about On the Edge of Daybreak that I’m pretty sure I mentioned in chapter 4, but the story was originally conceptualized when I was listening to The Paradox (up there on the playlist!) and got the idea in my head, “Hey, wouldn’t it be cool if Skuld was hearing these stories about some weird fox, and it turned out they were about Ava, who she then had to chase across the worlds to try and get more answers on her past?” The idea was that Skuld was doubling as the hound in the song, haha. (I don’t remember how I initially got to ‘Skuld is chasing after Ava to get answers,’ but I think it was just because I was thinking about the ‘Skuld is Subject X’ theory at the time?)

Anyway, what I haven’t talked about is that I then proceeded to expand the story...using songs. I kind of...mostly envisioned them as AMVs/animatics, haha, but I knew I’d never have time to actually, like...create them, but it was fun to imagine the story in my head. (The songs I used were also somewhat different! The Paradox was still there, obviously; Runaway was actually also still there, it was just before The Paradox, and was kind of the ‘introductory’ thing, where Skuld eventually got away from the cell and first started trying to hunt down answers. And then I used Fairytale from the honorable mentions above as the one where she kind of got answers.)

While I realized I’d never be able to do anything with the songs...I did think about doing a fic about it. I actually had the first chapter drafted like...I think it was nearly a year before I started Dandelion Seeds? But I never had the time or motivation to really go further than that.

I didn’t actually stop playing around with the story in my head, though, because it was a fun thing to think about, and I kind of got to thinking about what would happen and how things might play out--and then I kind of hit on two separate ideas. The first was thinking about how Skuld might actually get her memories back, and thinking that, story-wise, it’d make a lot of narrative sense for her to return to Radiant Garden and confront certain things about her history--and that this would be around the time that Radiant Garden was falling. Which was just a really intense idea that gripped my imagination. And the second was just this image of Skuld finding letters left behind by her friends and using them to learn more about herself and about her friends and using them as a way to cope and move forward.

Those were kind of the things that prompted me to actually write the story. The playlist was kind of organized with the idea of being a pseudo-outline? I used it to brainstorm how the major plot beats would go, haha.

...Alright, well, the playlist trivia got a bit longer than expected, so uh, here’s a whole bunch of other fun facts in bullet point form:

Originally I wanted to write out the whole thing and do very thorough edits before posting the story. Partly I wanted to do this because it would help me avoid burnout, and partly because then I could make it a lot more polished. But I was struggling with motivation a lot, so I eventually decided to just go with a biweekly update schedule to force myself to actually finish it. There’s still a part of me that wishes I could’ve polished it more--but I figure a complete but unpolished story is better than one that was never completed.

This was initially supposed to be a short series--maybe 200 pages long. I am, however, very long-winded, so it ended up growing by...a lot. (One day I will write an actual short series. One day.)

In some of the earliest ideas for drafts, Skuld actually didn’t want to find her past; she just felt obligated to because there were people out there who were probably missing her, and she felt like she ‘owed it’ to the person she used to be.

Zidane wasn’t always going to be a part of the cast! Initially, I wasn’t going to have anyone but Jim and the Treasure Planet crew--but it also felt kind of weird, not having anyone come from Gaia when I had Skuld start there? And it felt a little unbalanced with just Skuld and Jim, haha. Other candidates for the third party member were Freya and Garnet.

Initially I wanted to play with the prose a bit so that anything that related to the Keyblade (including Ava and Luxu) was written with a lot of figurative language and purple prose-y stuff and everything else was kind of more normal prose. I quickly realized that was going to be way too much editing for a biweekly update schedule, but you can still see some remnants of the idea.

The point of the story was always less about Skuld finding her memories and more about her being able to come to terms with what happened to her--which is why she gets her memories back before the actual climax. She’d need to have them to be able to figure out how to cope with them and move forward.

This is probably the closest I’ve stuck to an actual outline, like...ever. No, really, my outlines almost always fall apart like...a few chapters in, but this one worked out surprisingly well. I have no idea how.

The confrontation between Skuld and Luxu at the end of chapter 11 is one of my favorite things I’ve written, like...ever.

Healing is definitely a process, and sometimes, the after-effects of trauma will stay with you for a long time--maybe forever. I wanted to acknowledge that at the end of the story; Skuld is doing a lot better, but she still has some issues sometimes--and that those issues still haven’t prevented her from being able to find some sort of peace and acceptance.

No, Skuld has no idea what happened to Scala ad Caelum at the end of KH3; yes, when she finds out, she’s going to consider resurrecting Xehanort just to make him fix it.

On that note--I imagine she’s recruited a lot of people to help her rebuild! The crew helps on their free time, but so do a lot of other people. It’s slow going, but there’s progress.

Hinted at this a little at the very end of the last chapter, but Skuld’s been pretty busy as a Keyblade wielder! She takes on missions to fight Heartless whenever people need her to do so; she’s pretty well-known in her neck of the woods, it just happens that that’s way away from where most of the main games take place. It’s a big universe!

The ending bit with Skuld walking away from Daybreak Town is...actually a little bit of a pun? She is constantly ‘on the edge’ of Daybreak Town in her dreams, and the sun’s always just about to rise, so at the end, when the sun finally rises and she walks away, she’s no longer ‘on the edge of daybreak,’ i.e. the story’s over.

As far as the title goes, it has a couple of different meanings! There’s the very literal one mentioned above, obviously. It’s also a little more metaphorical, in that she’s perpetually ‘stuck’ on the edge of daybreak (town), so to speak, since she’s obviously very desperate to find her past. And then it’s also like...on the edge of a discovery/something new. Daybreak’s kind of like a new beginning, and Skuld’s basically on the edge of a new beginning herself--she just has to get to the point where she’s ready for it.

The story was always meant to have a relatively open, ‘the journey continues’ sort of ending. Originally, I planned to leave it with the trio getting ready to leave Scala ad Caelum, with it still up in the air whether or not Skuld would go with them or go somewhere else or even stay in Scala. I ended up deciding to go with one set in the future so I could leave the implication that she’s about to run into some old friends again. (Yes, she does in fact probably recruit them for rebuilding purposes. It is partially their fault. They owe her.)

Uh, I actually have...a lot more I could say, haha, but I never realize how long these things’ll be until I start typing them out. This story has definitely been a journey, with a lot of emotional labor put into it, and while it’s far from perfect, it’s still something I’m relatively proud of. I’m sure I’ll come back to it later and see all sorts of mistakes, haha, but at least for now--well, I’m glad it’s out there.

#kingdom hearts fanfic #on the edge of daybreak #fic notes #might do one of these for other stories too?#we'll see!

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zen0bia · 8 months

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Project CARBON

In advance, apologizes for the long thread. Here I share thoughts of a concept I've been hyperfixated about for the past year, and I cannot keep some parts of it secret because I want to share, so someone out there might enjoy. In which hey! Join the party! We got angel food cake and ice cream! Please eat the ice cream, I think it's beginning to go bad. Or not. Whatever vibes.

This will be the only in-depth explanation on my social medias that I will be posting for now of CARBON or so called CARBON Project/AU. I wanted to post this to share the ideas out there, also showcase the progress of the project, and this being one of the social medias that I post the behind the scenes. Twitter/X is planned to be posting sneak peaks and character designs of CARBON. Tumblr will be hardcore spoiler terrority and posting thoughts. Instagram is the main star attraction where there is an official band account, my art account for hints, and a CARBON fan account. The plan is to have them interact with each other.

This is SPOILERS for the CARBON project and future plans with it. If you don't want it spoiled then skip this post, and if you want, go check out my Instagram and Twitter @zen0bia_art. We don't have much CARBON stuff at the moment, but hopefully soon with my lazy self. It will get done eventually I promise, even if it takes months or years... It will get done!

Last warning for SPOILERS…

Alrighty! Let’s talk about the death band named CARBON! Just to let you know, it's cringe, and I don't care. I have fun, and it's a learning PROCESS!

What is CARBON? And why tf is it in all caps?

CARBON is a metal band of ghosts but is an AU of a WIP story that I've been working on for a while called the Death Bank. The concept of a fantasy thriller were reapers collecting souls as some sort of currency and a food source, and the bank’s goal is to make sure humanity must stay ignorant about their existence. There's no plot at the moment, and what I have been doing is working on worldbuilding and mini stories of the characters. The characters are a handful of reapers and a few humans at the moment. In the CARBON AU, some of the workers at the death bank have a desire to reexperience mortality, so what they decided was to sneak off and create a band in secret for fun. The band is made up of two reaper supervisors, an archangel, a tree, and the other two at the moment, we're still trying to figure out what they do. The name of the band is made up of the acronym of their stage names (here comes the cringe): Chrome (rhythm guitar and vocals), Arson (lead guitar and vocals), Respire (multi and vocals), Banyan (bass), Ocean (keyboard), and Mother (Nature / drums). I'm contemplating on changing their names one day. But also the name of the band relates to one of the building blocks of life, and they want to bring life with their music. Well kinda of…

What's the plot?

So the so called “plot” goes like this: So does anybody remembers Ian Hawke from the live action Alvin and the Chipmunk movies? No? Well in this story, Ian got cancelled for animal abuse in the music industry and after many years he wants to redeem himself and his career. After many failed attempts of searching for musicians to sign, he was at the point of giving up. As a pause, if ever make the animatic of the song “Get It Together” by Mystery Skulls, this is where it would start. Soon he came across a small venue where CARBON was playing and something about their music was hypothesizing. He thought this might be the band he was looking for. After the show, he managed to get them signed while signing away his soul in the process to Death. If he would help the band reach success, then they will help him too with his career.

The other plot is a teenager or a young adult is a hardcore fan of the band, her name is Levina, and nickname is Cann and will be mainly addressed as so. She dreams to meet Arson one day and sees them as an influence, so you see her journey to get VIP tickets and meet her idol. She has a friend named Layla that can see ghosts (also has ghost problems), and she's wary and concerned over the band’s influence on her friend, and is unaware of the band’s motives, but knows that they give off bad vibes. Layla goes with Cann to the concert as support, but also is there to see her favorite band member, Ocean. Soon Cann meets her idol, but then tries to sneak on the tour bus and Layla follows. Cann realizes that the band are actual ghost, and you have a whole thing on that and her questioning the band’s ethics.

What are the band’s ethics? Along with wanting to reexperience being human, they still latch on their reaper ways and take the souls of their fans to survive. There's some band members that question on this topic and tension spawns out of it.

Now with that…

The plot will be revised due to inconsistencies, plot holes, and expanding on somethings

“Ian” isn't going to be his name and it will be changed. Right now it's a placeholder

The singing chipmunks are singing birds

Ian isn't the protagonist of this story, it's a fluctuation between the band’s or the fan’s perspective

The media of this project will be illustrations, some short comics, and possibly animatics if I'm motivated enough and not distracted by the other million animatics I have planned.

Who are the characters?

As established, this is Cann (Levina - she/her) . The reason for this name was that this was a placeholder name, and it was a combination of CARBON fan and my lovely friend’s name that Cann shares some personality traits with. So now the placeholder name is her nickname. This here is her design exploration from months ago and I settled with “B” and some edits that I may post soon. Her design reflects her own style, but also taking from her idol Arson.

This is Layla (she/her). Also reestablished as Cann’s friend and can see ghosts. This is another character exploration of her design, and I haven't decided on her final yet. She got ghosty problems and is dealing with a lot. She needs a hug. She is a fan of Ocean because of relatable vibes.

Now on to the band itself. This is the old/recent unfinished character line up, and I'm making another one that is better in poses and design. From left to right, we got Mother, Arson, Cann (old design), Banyan, Ocean, Chrome, Respire, and Ian. At the moment, the characters aren't as developed as they need to be, but here's the current gist:

Mother (she/her), as in her stage name states, is the mother figure of the group. She's the main one to put an end to disputes and arguments that are mainly sparked by Arson and Chrome. She gives great hugs and a good person to talk to. She mainly plays the drums and vocals at times. Mother's name and position at the death bank is a WIP at the moment. She's not a big supporter on taking human souls with the band idea.

Arson (they/them) is the hot-headed leader trope. They are charismatic, fiery, spontaneous, and likes to be around people, but is also short tempered when things don't go right, or Chrome tries to reason with them both reasonably and unreasonably. Also, is a pyromaniac and has been managing it in a healthy way most of the time. Sometimes in a very good mood or pissed off their embers/flames show. Arson's name is Khepri, but mainly everyone addresses them as Arson within the Death Bank, and their real name is used by people close to them. They are one of the reaper supervisors and reapers fear them. They do vocals and lead guitar. In soul form, their vocals has more growl and screams. Arson thinks that the band does need human souls when the band plays, but has second thoughts in the back of their mind. I have a favorite bias with this character and will mainly draw them a lot. I need to give care to the others...

Banyan (he/him), is like the big brother of the group. Looks out for everyone with Mother and makes sure nobody causes chaos. Not much on Banyan at the moment including his actual name, so another character WIP. He has a friendly relationship with Respire and is mainly the quiet giant. He's the knowledge tree in the Death Bank, and the version that you see is part of him. So he's consciously aware of his tree form in the afterlife and his human form in the overworld. He plays the bass and does vocals on occasion. Also another person who gives good hugs. Banyan agrees with Chrome on consuming human souls debate.

Ocean (he/them) is the quiet, sensitive, and song writer of the group. He finds Arson, Respire, and Chrome intimidating due to Arson’s and Respire’s energy outputs, Arson's short temper, and Chrome’s judgment. Ocean likes to spend time alone, but sometimes with Chrome and Banyan. They play the keyboard and supporting vocals. Similarly to Mother, his name and occupation is a WIP. Ocean feels uncomfortable about what the band is doing, and they question their band mates about it.

Chrome (she/her) is analytical, realistic, reserved, and a bit of a perfectionist. She gets into arguments with Arson about their impulsiveness and putting the band at risk (for Arson's accidental or purposeful transforming stunt on stage). Outside the arguments, Chrome has mutual relations with Arson. She does vocals and rhythm guitar. Her actual name is Lunette and is addressed as so outside the band and among band members. She's the other reaper supervisor and also is feared at the same level as Arson. Lunette is the best person for advice and to mess around with if you're on her good side. She can be judgemental at times. She believes them taking human souls are necessary, and humans are going to be food for them anyways.

Respire (she/her) is the loud and proud chaotic like character. You could describe her as the Kenpachi and Yachiru relationship in Bleach with Banyan. Banyan and Arson are the only ones to handle her high energy. Arson and Respire are the gremlins of the group and causes unneeded chaos at times. She can mimic and manipulate her vocals so sound like anyone or anything she likes, so if Chrome or Arson can't sing for any reason, she can replicate it. But also replicate instrument songs if needed. She works as an angel in the afterlife. I don't have much other information to share on that. Like Ocean, Mother, and Banyan, her name is a WIP. Respire honestly doesn't care about the ethics of taking human souls and just continues on eating them regardless.

Then, Ian (he/him), from what I wrote him to be previously, is the band manager that has sold his soul to repair his damaged career. So basically went from singing birds to singing dead folks. He's the only human that is aware of the band’s true identity and he's willing to help them keep it a secret. Eventually at some point, he tries to profit off the band’s exposed identities. Ian is unaware about the consuming human souls thing until later and starts to fear the band more and questions whether he should continue working with them. He sometimes gets into arguments with the band members over somethings relating to not acting human or following the vision he has for the band. He does care for the band members, but is blinded by getting fame and rich.

At some point, I'll create the tour crew and security characters.

Plan/Goal of CARBON?

The project started from wanting to create an FNF Mod of Arson with Boyfriend. However, I wanted to create an oc (Cann's first design), and Boyfriend was replaced, but it evolved more into a full-fledged story. Maybe one day I'll come back to this idea and make it into a reality.

The original plan of CARBON was to release the characters in a debut in May of this year. However, due to school, burnout, and procrastination, the plan was delayed. I wanted to make a social media like how some cartoons have actual social medias and they interact with each other. Cann's Instagram account would comment on CARBON's Instagram account. The main lore and advertising will be posted on the CARBON account, and my actual account will be relaying things behind the scenes. An example of this was to do a thing where the CARBON account says that all the members have died in a freak accident and send their condolences. Cann's account will be sad and tries to figure out what happened. My art account will show what happened and that it was a cover-up. Welp... That's a spoiler… Oh well! My account doesn't exists to the CARBON and Cann account.

The goal of CARBON is to have fun and practice writing, storytelling, designing, and marketing. By product goals, I want to make band posters, stickers, keychains, pins maybe, at least one t-shirt design, one CD/ album cover, and eventually an animatic of some kind. And as a bonus, work with someone or try to make it myself, an original song for the band.

CARBON was created because of my love of the band Ghost, and I wanted to create my own fictional band that sang my favorite Ghost songs. When I decided to share CARBON content publicly, I decided they wouldn't sing Ghost songs and they would sing their own. (I have subAUs in CARBON: The OG is where they sing Ghost songs, and Ghost doesn't exist, The Ghost is where Ghost exist and shares the CARBON band experience of being a ghost too. Tobias doesn't exist in this subAU. If he does, he's a manager for Ghost. Papa is Papa. Tobias is Tobias. Ghouls are Ghouls and not actual humans.)

As a side side thing. At some point on CARBON’s cool down or after/before CARBON, Arson plays as a guitarist for Ghost as the Ghoul name Pyro.

The main/first song of CARBON is Don't Fear the Reaper. The band's aesthetic is Death themed, and for a later tour, it's Heaven themed. The band lore is that the band are a group of fallen angels trying to get back into Heaven, and a way to past the time is to play music and lift up Humanity's spirits (this idea will change and it be cringe). The public thinks that outside the band, CARBON is made up of just regular people who want to share their love of music. Which is particularly true.

Does the Bank know about the band? This is where it gets iffy, and I'm trying to figure out with no inconsistencies, plot holes, and "why are they so dumb?" type of shit. As a pause, if anyone has any writing suggestions, please throw them my way! I'm just a person with a crayon trying to write something that isn't nonsensical. It either goes these ways: the Bank doesn't know and will punish those who participated in the band due to interacting with humanity and possibly exposing the Bank's existence. Or they do know and are using the band to harvest souls. Or they know and don't care what the band does, but wants them to be careful not to expose the Bank's existence.

Concept Art

The FNF concept:

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Here's early versions of the logo:

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One of Cann's Instagram posts:

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A warning sensitivity to deaths⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Poster and on-stage Death concepts:

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Character exploration of Band members for character line up revision:

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The first concept illustration of the CARBON project:

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Do I plan to have original music?

Maybe one day. I do want to collab or commission with someone to do that. High credit and praise will be given to the artist, of course, if we get there :)). Or I might try to write a song myself, though it will be interesting with my 1% experience in music.

Tumblr use?

As I established above, this account will be CARBON spoilers and behind the scenes. I might do an AMA thing one day if I'm up to it, and I gain a bit of an audience for CARBON. If we get there, parts of the AMA will be posted on the CARBON instagram, possibly. If I make a comic or something, I might make a second tumblr account for that maybe.

Conclusion

As of now, with being in college, wanting to get art requests done, and jumping around projects, it's gonna be while for CARBON updates. I'll try to post updates when I get the chance. I think the only content right now that will be posted is the current stuff that I had for a while and haven't shared. As this is my ambitious story child, I do want to try to have fun, create this in bite sized pieces, and create an audience of people who enjoy the content like me, no matter how big or small. If you're interested in what you read and see, I welcome you with opened arms. As the ideas illustrated and shared, some might be unfortunately scrapped. It's a fear I have that one day I'll drop this project and never come back to it, and I'm feeling like that right now it's starting to show. But sadly, it comes to a point where a project has served its purpose, useful or not, and it's time to move on. Nevertheless, it doesn't mean it will be forgotten forever. Maybe eventually, if it gets dropped, I can come back to it years or even decades later due to having better skills than now.

#my art #carbonau #the band carbon #character design #concept art #fictional band #procreate #csp #clip studio paint #illustration #ocs #my ocs #original character #original story #please kill me #oc art

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thestarsafterdark · 3 years

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genshin blabbering (again)

mgfmffhhshsgsg i'm having thoughts about Venti telling Diluc to not let anyone into the Angel's Share one night bc he's going to discuss private matters with Zhongli and these "private matters" are about what happened in Khaenri'ah. what really went down there, how (simply speculation as of now) Venti was knocked out for opposing Celestia's actions, how Zhongli tried to do the same and Celestia ends up controlling him via his gnosis and forcing him to take part in it. and then they grieve a bit about it and talk to each other about how much they hate Celestia for it, and maybe Kaeya, being Kaeya, overheard Venti asking Diluc to not let anyone in the Angel's Share so he sneaked in and overheard Venti and Zhongli's conversation about Khaenri'ah and having...thoughts about it and then flash forwards to the future where the Tsaritsa's "rebellion against the divine" finally comes and Venti and Zhongli and the rest of the Seven and everyone the Traveler has met on their journey helps them in the fight against Celestia and it ends with Venti and Zhongli simply looking up into the sky, facing the Sustainer, who used to be the one with power over them and used them as puppets, now, the two of them can use their power against her/Celestia in general.

EDIT: and yes this is what i plan to be the plot of the intermezzo animatic.

#genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin impact theory #genshin venti #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya

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my-happy-little-bean · 4 years

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Figment of My Mind

pairing: none~ warnings: mild swearing, body horror, death (though it is implied that it is imaginary), bloody imagery, mentions of poison, mentions of thunder storms, mentions of fire/allusions to burn-out, slightly unsympathetic!patton / morally grey!patton, unsympathetic!janus, remus, & virgil words: 3334

summary: Roman tries to make the right choice, but falls into something much more than just “wrong”.

Or: the one where Roman chose neither the wedding or the callback.

a/n - hello, it is i, bean; posting some rough, angsty horror at like 1 am because that’s !! just !! where we’re at right now! working on everything but the thing we’re supposed to be working on!

i was heavily inspired by the song “figment of my mind” by bruno major (someone pleeeease make an animatic with this song it’s great), so that’s what the lyrics are! it was also written to make @wisepuma23 and @thesocialbookwormishere proud lol – they’re such talented beans, and i wanted to hop on their angsty train to horror town lol.

i’m sorry if this isn’t the happiest journey, but i really enjoyed writing something! it reminds me of that angst i wrote for patton when “can lying be good” came out – ah, the good ol’ days of bean angst lol.

enjoy!

[read on ao3~]

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“i traveled into deep space to see what i could find a purple angel led me to the universe inside.

welcome to the real world not the dream you left behind. that was all a figment of your mind.”

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When Roman left his room, the stars in the sky were only still forming.

It was late at night. Thomas (and by extension, Patton) had already gone to bed in tears. They have been doing that all week.

Logan had confided in him a few days back, confessing that he wasn’t sure why Patton was crying. Patton had nothing to lose with the verdict Roman made. In fact, he still won in some ways. He had theorized to empty, static-filled ears that perhaps Patton’s tears were just a reflection of Thomas’ emotions; a normal reaction everyone dramaticized to illogical extents.

Then he theorized idly that maybe Patton was crying because he felt like he was wrong the whole time.

(Roman didn’t leave his room for two days straight after hearing that.)

They didn’t have much left for Roman nowadays, and neither did Thomas. The days crept closer to dreaded April 13th and no one made a sound. Nothing was being done, nothing was being made. It was as if everyone was haunted by Roman’s decision; as if the sound of the gavel was echoing everywhere he stepped.

And then, as April 12th ended– when Roman finally thought it was all over–

he realized that neutrality in a war was the enemy.

(In a moment of hypocrisy, Patton yelled at him, “Dishonourable.”)

So that was why he was here, sneaking out through the hidden door of his room and into the Imagination. He moved swiftly across the fields of nighttime fog and dew-covered grass to the giant, steel gates guarding The Dark Side.

Or, the other side.

(It hurt less to think of himself like an ‘other’ rather than...well, that.)

He stood before the towering gates. It made sense that he felt like he was crossing paths into the dark forest Disney movies warned him about. A streak of lightning cracked across the sky like splintering glass, and every three minutes, a maniacal cackle shook the ground at beneath feet.

Leave it to Remus to be so dramatic.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, he thought wearily, gripping the hilt of his sword just in case. Would he even let you near him?

And then, a bitter thought: There has to be some family who will.

Suddenly, a cold hand grabbed his shoulder. Lightening screamed with him as he turned on his heel and whipped his sword tall in front of him.

“Show yourself, vil–”

Then, his vision cleared.

It was suddenly raining in the Imagination, and Virgil stood in it, drenched.

“Virgil,” he hissed, slowly lowering his sword. “I could have killed you.”

“Can’t die.” The words came out as a low rumble, one that shook the earth beneath them in a different way. “Not real, remember?”

“But you– but we’re–”

Virgil shook his head, waving a hand in front of him with a smug smile.

“Relax, Princey.” The old nickname pressed itself into Roman’s arm like a curse crawling on doomed lands. “Just some dark, 3 am humour.”

It wasn’t much reassurance, but Roman didn’t care. He was already clinging onto it tightly, never wanting to let it go.

“What are you doing here, J.D-lightful?”

“Trying to figure out what the fuck you’re up to.” Virgil leaned forward, almost cockily. “What are you doing here?”

A pause. Roman forced his stare down at the rotten dirt below him.

“I’m going to fix everything,” he muttered.

Virgil skipped the first obvious question. “And you think Remus is going to help with that?”

“I think something there will.” Roman pressed his feet into the ground with a snarl. He gripped onto the hilt of his sword even tighter. “If I go now, Remus will never even need to know.”

Roman noticed how Virgil grit his teeth and clutched the sleeves of his gridded hoodie as if it’d swallow him whole and make him disappear completely.

“What do you even need in there?”

Roman turned his back on him as another crack of lightning shattered the glassy sky above them.

“Remus controls intrusive and destructive thoughts,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “And what is the only destructive thought plaguing all of us right now?”

The answer hung between them, dead as the grass impaled by the ends of the metal gates.

“What if Thomas had gone?”

“So you made a decision then.” Virgil’s voice, despite its venom, held an edge of worry. “A bit too late to figure out what the right choice was, no?”

Roman huffed, standing tall despite the fact that his words made him shrivel.

“If you’re just going to stand there and be completely unhelpful,” Roman growled, walking towards the gate and grabbing the handle, “I’m just going to take my leave now–”

“Wait.”

Roman stiffened at the layered tone of Virgil’s voice. He spun around to face him against his will, being forced to look at the hooded side.

Virgil suddenly stuck his hand out, and Roman saw a glimpse of dark eyeshadow painted in thick layers over itself under his eyes.

“If you cross, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

Roman blinked. “What?”

“You– do you even know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“Not the point of an adventure, is it, Marilyn Morose?”

Virgil groaned. “I should let the damn thing eat you alive, Jesus Christ…”

“Seriously, what are you talking about?”

Virgil waved his hand, still outstretched.

“Let me take you.” Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky. Roman felt as if it was going to fall on him at any second. “If you can survive with me, you’ll probably leave with what you really wanted.”

Roman stared at his hand, as if the offer in it grew legs and was crawling up that inky checkered sleeve. Virgil’s words seemed to swarm in his head, and he didn’t quite understand what he was saying, but something told him that he needed to listen.

Virgil’s hand floated between them like a paranoid ghost.

And so, with a deep breath, Roman took it.

––

“we flew amongst the patterns, impossible designs they’d been there the whole time hidden by my eyes

if i’d had a body it surely would've cried but tears were a figment of my mind”

––

Roman felt himself fall apart when he touched Virgil; as if Virgil was passing sharp sparks between their palms, and those sparks were finding cracks in skin Roman didn’t even know existed.

It felt as if his entire world flipped vertically, the ground defying the laws of reality and throwing him, somehow, onto the floor at the other side of the gate.

Roman couldn’t even feel Virgil’s hand anymore. Instead, he just felt lightning stab his chest and blur his vision, a swirl of purple, yellow, and green swimming in front of him.

Then, it all stopped in an audition room.

Virgil was nowhere to be seen, but Roman could feel him everywhere. He made himself believe that it was just because Thomas always felt this way before an audition.

Maybe it was the monotone filter of it all. Everything in the room—the camera, the table, two chairs, the walls—were various shades of black and white.

And he was standing, stuck, in front of the empty chair. He still felt dizzy from whatever hellish trip Virgil had sent him on. He wanted to stumble on his feet just to make it feel more real, but he was rooted on the ground, completely still.

Then, lightning struck the two chairs and when the smoke cleared, Deceit and Patton were staring at him,

their eyes crossed out in yellow, drawn-on dashes.

“SING.”

Roman felt himself reel back at Patton’s voice, and a piano– out of sight, out of mind– began to play. The moral side had leaned over the table and slammed his fists into its surface, dark cracks in the wood blossoming from the contact. The noise was so loud, yet useless in muffling the haunted ivory keys, which played a hollow echo of Roman’s favourite audition song.

Fuck.

Deceit said nothing, but he did smile at Roman in that kind– no, deceitful way he always did.

Did Deceit always have that line near his lip?

Roman shook his head. Forget Deceit. This audition wasn’t what he wanted. This was Thomas’ dream. This is what they had to choose. Mary Lee and Lee would surely understand, and so would Patton. He was selfless all the time, he deserved this. Deceit was right.

In fact, Patton, in a fabricated moment of clarity, could possibly understand that now. Perhaps his command was actually encouragement; encouragement Roman missed oh-so much.

Roman cleared his throat, straightening himself up. He could suddenly feel the ghost of Thomas mirror his movement in a lag.

The role didn’t even need Thomas to sing, but Roman did as he was told anyway. Maybe he had to play along to hold this decision in his hands and save everyone.

He smiled bravely.

“When you come home to me, I’ll wear a sweeter smile, and hope that for a while you’ll–”

“FAIL.”

Roman blinked. But he was perfectly in tune with–

“FAIL!” Patton screamed at him again, lunging forward over the table, which split in two. The sound of the piano above them began to eerily croak.

“Patton, I–”

“YOU FAILED!” Patton pointed at him as the accusation slipped his lips. Yellow poison leaked from the corners of his snarl and the piano went out of tune into a mess of sharps and flats.

Deceit sat still.

“DISHONOURABLE.” “WRONG.”

The words suddenly began to layer over each other in what felt like an infinite descending tone.

“YOU SIDED WITH THE VILLAIN AND–”

“HOW COULD YOU LET HIM GET AWAY WITH–” “WHAT KIND OF HERO–”

Roman finally tore his feet from the ground in shock. When he looked down at what initially bounded him, he saw yellow snapdragons coated with blood from his ankles, which was now pierced with thorns. The red and the yellow was so sharp– too sharp– in the midst of the black and white of the audition room.

On the broken piles of flowers he stepped away from laid the ghost of Thomas; on his knees and shaking.

“–FAILS?”

He felt tears slip down his cheeks and freeze into sharp crystals digging into his skin. In front of him was a broken dream, a broken man, the wrong choice–

And in the corner of his eye, Roman watched as Deceit grinned; the line extending his smile cracking.

Out through the cracks leaked blood.

––

“i was shown a few things I'd been getting wrong she told me i’m a good man and have been all along

by the way I heard her say, ‘there’s no such thing as time it’s all a figment of your mind’."

––

Roman’s scream ended when he was flipped upside down, now standing at an altar with a bouquet of yellow carnations.

The tears from the audition room were no longer piercing his skin, but they lingered as static in the form of a sticky residue. He was very certain that he was going to kill Virgil once he got home. This black and white world was somehow too bright, too daunting.

And he left him alone in it.

Roman focused his vision on the new sight in front of him, holding his bouquet tightly like some kind of chilling reminder.

A bride and a groom were walking away from the altar, their backs facing him. People were in the crowd, throwing the same yellow carnations into the air. It was a happy sight, despite the monochrome tinge. Violins sang brightly in what felt like the perfect photograph.

Perhaps this was the choice Virgil was talking about; the one he’d leave with; the one he really wanted. Yes, he could want this. Maybe he even needed this.

Because at the end of the aisle was Patton, black and white with a sharp grin.

Another layer of violins was placed on top of the pre-existing ones.

“kiddo, i’m so proud of you!”

Roman’s breath hitched, holding the bouquet tighter. Mary Lee and Lee were already gone, yet everyone kept throwing their flowers.

“you’re so good. so good.”

“my hero.”

Roman broke into a wide grin. This decision felt so close. Patton’s voice felt like a rush of summer air in the midst of a cold, winter night. The words felt like they were close– so close– to carrying Roman on his back closer towards this decision; like they were already spinning the hands of the clock back and–

Patton suddenly became blurry in his vision, and a green figure appeared beside him,

holding a dead Thomas by the neck.

Shit.

A familiar cackle cut through the illusionary Shepard tone created by the violins, which once played a sickly sweet melody in his ears. Roman looked at Remus, horrified, and then at Thomas.

Thomas was wearing his wedding outfit — Roman recognized it because he helped choose it, of course. And it was beautiful.

But at its seams were falling ashes; crispy burnt ends to such a beautiful suit.

And Thomas was white as a sheet, slowly crackling away in embers where he hung.

Remus’ grin was made of bloodied pearls, his white streak cracking and spreading in patches to other parts of his hair. He threw the Thomas corpse– was he really dead?– onto the ground and pulled back his morning star by both hands, ready to strike–

Then Patton stepped between Remus and Thomas, holding his hands over his face to catch the spikes of the morning star before it could finish its swing down. The violins shrieked with Patton and Roman watched as his hands began to bleed upon contact. The flowers were still being thrown, as if to celebrate this horrible victory.

Patton, struggling against Remus' persistent force, let out a heartbreaking sob.

“...how are we still being hurt?”

“why is he getting worse?”

“he shouldn’t be here, thomas is good–”

“–because you chose this –”

Roman’s heart broke when Patton stiffly met his eyes.

“what more are you going to do to stop this?”

Roman started to run towards the horrid sight, almost against his will. The violins hung above him, the chords pulling him back by his wrists, still attached to the bouquet of yellow carnations.

And he was screaming; screaming Patton’s name and crying as the petals of all the flying flowers slashed sharply at his face. The aisle seemed to make itself infinite, as of stringing Roman along on a treadmill moving too fast.

He could see the outline of Remus amidst the slowly-paling flower flurry; bright green with a thick red puddle pooling around his feet. He saw the outline of his grin, blood dripping from each tooth.

Patton’s voice was barely a whisper, yet was loud enough for it to echo all around Roman’s head.

“you’re not doing enough.”

“he has to be stopped.”

“stop this, hero, stop–”

And when Roman finally reached the end of the aisle, Thomas was nothing but ashes on the floor.

Patton stepped towards Roman, who slowly backed away. No no no no no–

Then, Patton grabbed the bouquet he was holding.

Roman gasped and looked down. Patton was bleeding red, palms cracked with scars and holes from Remus’ weapon.

He at least tried to save Thomas, Roman suddenly realized. What did I do?

Patton’s hand pierced the thorny stems of the carnations and his blood mixed with dripping green venom.

His tearful eyes met Roman’s.

“...what did you do?”

The air around Roman thinned. He looked over Patton’s shoulders and saw Remus, grinning and holding up his bloodied morning star.

It was on fire, and it caught onto the white cracks in his hair.

––

“waking with eyes closed from technicolor dreams crystal kaleidoscopes were singing blue and green

realer than real in front of me if only you could see what i could see”

––

Roman was fa(i/l)ling.

He was stuck in a spinning kaleidoscope; and circling him were shattered fragments of the horrible decision he made– the decisions he could make.

The memory of Deceit’s blood-soaked smile in the audition room.

The sight of Remus grinning with fire crackling embers in his hair.

The thought of Patton, glitching into two with his hands holding his head, being torn apart.

The view from below the towering gate (the lightning shattering the glassy sky)

and Virgil, standing in front of him with white cracks in his eyeshadow, pulling his hand back from Roman

to wrap himself in his old hoodie.

The violins had stopped and the piano had paused. What did this mean? Roman tried to hold himself around his feeble body — if he even had one right now.

No. He shuddered if he even could– no he was real. He was here, he was real, and he was failing.

Anxiety crawled through the cracks in his vision. He was straining his eyes trying to look at each fragment of his mistake. What did he need to do, what did he want to do, what was right, what was–

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

NO! Anything but this, he wanted to plead. This wasn’t it, he was supposed to be good– he couldn’t fail– what has he done?!

Suddenly, each fragment snapped and cracked in front of him, the kaleidoscope shattering piece by piece.

And reflected in each broken shard was Roman.

Paranoia’s voice echoed in his ears:

“Then why did you leave with this?”

––

“i slowly found my body, color began to fade i heard a piano playing a knowing serenade

this world feels backwards to my open eyes ‘cause it's all a figment of my mind.”

––

“–atton, if you touch him, you run the risk of–”

“–ET ME GO! ROMAN! ROMAN, WAKE UP, PLE–”

“–fucking stupid, how could he be so–”

Roman gasped, feeling himself seize up and face darkness. His head suddenly ached and he rubbed the spot he hit as he heard a low grumble from his left.

“Roman!” Patton. Roman shuddered. Patton’s sobs made him want to keep his eyes closed even more. “Roman, open your eyes, you’re home.”

“Patton, you mustn’t alarm him.” That was Logan. “And Virgil, are you okay? See, this is why I told you not to stand so close...”

A part of him was reassured to hear logic return to him. The nightmare must be over then, right?

He blindly grabbed to his left, as if to apologize to the side he hit, and felt stitches crossing in small x’s on fabric. A sigh of relief; there was Virgil.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Virgil’s voice sounded so distant, yet so clear. “You could’ve gotten hurt, going there alone–”

“Now what did we say about alarming him.”

“Roman.” Patton’s voice stung the most, an echo of the hell he just fell through. “Roman, open your eyes. It’s me– it’s us.”

And so Roman obliged, like he always did with Patton.

…

When Roman opened his eyes, he saw that he was back in his room, lying on his bed, staring at a blurry, white ceiling. As he sat up, Patton’s sobs grew louder and Logan’s breath hitched.

Virgil stayed quiet.

“What is it?” he asked groggily. Patton dissolved into more tears. Roman watched as Logan, sliced in half by navy blue and grey shards, held Patton close.

“Guys?” he asked again. He looked at Virgil and frowned. Some patches were grey, why were they–

Roman gasped, pushing past his family and turning his back on their grief. He made his way to the mirror in the corner of his room, tearing the hair in front of his eyes aside.

And staring back at him in his cracked mirror were irises split in half.

Black and amber.

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Aspec & Arospec YouTube List Part 2!

Apparently there are a lot more ace youtubers that I missed on the last list…

The descriptions for each channel are pretty much just copied and pasted from their channel descriptions. Unless they didn’t have a description, in which case I just wrote ‘vlogger’.

Please note: All the content of the channels below may or may not reflect the views or opinions of this blog or it’s moderators. Nor is all of it safe for work or free of problematic elements. Please use your own discretion.

Note 2: If your favorite youtuber is not on this list, feel free to add on!

Enjoy!

Aaron Ansuini: A trans ace vlogger who talks about both asexuality, being trans, video games, art, and motivation; Twitter

Abbie Wells: Aspec singer, actress, and vlogger; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram

Aced It!: We are just a handful of Ace/Aro YouTubers who wanted to make a community to chat! Hang out let’s talk! ; instagram

Ace Ideas: We are a diverse group of asexuals here to share our knowledge, experiences, passions, hobbies, and stories surrounding our asexuality.; Facebook, tumblr, twitter

Aceland Alexander Kent: Transgender-Male, Homoromantic, Aceflux-Asexual musician and vlogger. He used to run the queer information channel, Questions and Queeries ; Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, BandCamp

Ahsante the Artist: Artist, Storyteller, Harvard 2015. A place for educated discussion, spirited lifestyle, cultural critique, creative reflection, and the silly goings on in the life and mind of Ahsante; website, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Portfolio website, Patreon

Androigynous: Hey guys! Andie here. Your resident cat girl. You’ll find gameplay, art, unboxings and feline vlogs! There’s something for everyone. ✨; instagram, facebook

Antastesia: A French asexual feminism/lifestyle/travel/vegan vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, professional website

Anthony Pero: Posting funny videos and skits with the purpose of making people laugh. I like to focus on anything from serious topics like depression to goofier subjects like my Facebook newsfeed. My channel also consists of parodies of people I know, things I see, or random events that I think need to be spoofed; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

ArtByFlan: Sometimes I draw things. Sometimes I record myself drawing things. Sometimes I post videos of myself drawing things here!; tumblr, deviantart, facebook, twitter

Asexualise My Asexual Life: Asexualise Your Asexual Life: Empower And Enhance Your Asexual Life. Giving Asexuals a voice in the world. It is my mission to give asexuals a voice in the world; to empower other asexuals to be comfortable and confident with their asexuality; and to give insight into my colourful asexual life, to enable others to better understand their own and to know they are not alone. I want to educate others about asexuality, so that in the future, all asexuals can live in society happily.; twitter, facebook

Autistic Asexual fangirl Adventures: just a vlog page, random ramblings and adventures of a autistic asexual and geek who wants to try and make the word a better place.; twitter

BaptismOnFire: My name is Jack, I love horror and all things creepy. Here you’ll find videos about nightmares, monsters, creepypasta and generally spooky things! Remember to watch the skies, stay paranoid and trust no one…; Twitter, Tumblr, DeviantArt

Blue Phoenix Ace: American ace education vlogger. My goal is to educate people about Aromanticism and Asexuality, because maybe it will help someone learn the truth about themselves before they hit the age of 37!; music channel, Website, Soundcloud, Facebook

BreakfastAlexis: An asexual artist who creates animatics; tumblr, twitter, redbubble

Brian Langevin: Occasional videos discussing asexuality and life in general! This channel also hosts an archive of Everything’s A-Okay - a project Brian Langevin started alongside the project’s writer, Amy Liang, to bring greater visibility to asexuality; Twitter

Channel for Positivity l Understanding l Justice: Demisexual Korean-American motivational vlogger. Stay woke. See BOTH Sides. Social Justice. Bite-Sized Politics. Build more POSITIVITY :D Pragmatic Utopian. Diversity. Understand Humans & Relationships. Embrace Progress.; twitter, tumblr

Christi Kerr: This channel is a mix of whatever I like to do, which mainly includes vlogging but could include any number of things; Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, SnapChat, Instagram

Christine Sydelko: The youtube channel of vine-star/popular internet comedian and her boyfriend; Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat

Clara Unleashed: Denmark based asexual/biromanic vlogger. They also run the aspec focused youtube channel, My Ace Experience ; Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr

Cultlleader: Asexual Vlogger; Instagram, twitter

curlybobofelia: UK based asexuality Awareness, LGBTQ, Mental Health Awareness, Disability Rights, Child Rights & Anti-bullying Advocate vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

Dylan Tyler: I’m Dylan, and I suck at writing the intro things, so let’s just eat a lot of popcorn together and do an unhealthy amount of binge watching. Subscribing makes it easier to find me when you’re up for binging :) ; instagram, twitter

ElectraSnow: Demisexual artist, makeup artist, and special effects makeup expert: Twitter, Etsy, Tumblr, Facebook

Elisa Hansen/Maven of the Eventide: Voraciously vivacious Vampire Reviews. The Maven peers into the realms of the creatures of the night for a humorous analysis of vampires in media and pop culture; Twitter, Facebook

Embly: 18 years old, also the cutest small potato in the neighbourhood, wine mum, also very salty and nostalgic over a jam sandwich she lost over 2 years ago; Twitter, Instagram

Estelle Z: Music, vlogs, scrapbooks, and whatever else I happen to fancy; Tumblr, Twitter, Soundcloud, Facebook, Patreon, Gumroad

happy fish: Autistic, mentally ill, queer, nonbinary person vlogging about my life and trying to pretend I know how to function as an adult.; etsy, tumblr

Heroic Pages: Canadian, lover of books, films and imagination…and also a huge nerd!! Critter! Very much an unapologetic introvert (INTJ) ACE hermit cat lady den mother!; twitter, instagram, goodreads

JakeMale TV: I do Comedy sketch videos but also Vlogs! I share my life experiences with you so you can laugh at my mistakes. I have funny moments in my life, come and join me living my life. Click on ‘SUBSCRIBE’ to be told when I upload a new video! I advice it, MY LIFE IS WEIRD! I also do a University Advice series!; twitter, facebook, vimeo

Jeff Miller: Demiromantic/demisexual transmasculine musician, actor, and all around content creator; Patreon, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr

janeil darnell: An aroace vlogger; twitter

jennaclarek: Heteroromantic asexual. I just graduated college with a BS degree (get it) in Audio/Video Production. I’m also obsessed with Taylor Swift, strawberry cake, and musicals. I mostly make videos about books, but I also make videos about my life, my faith, and the other things I enjoy!; goodreads, twitter, tumblr, instagram, bandcamp

Jourdann: A channel that’s all about ships (the tv kind), college life, and artsy videos; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram

kaihugstrees: Non-binary asexual. I make videos every week about my life, from travel vlogs and challenges to videos about mental health, disability, and queer topics; Twitter, Tumblr

Kelly McCraw: Akoiromantic Asexual vlogger

Marshall John Blount: Just an Ace guy trying to make it through life…This vlog will be about my everyday life and Asexual awareness…..I hope y'all will tag along on this interesting journey with me 💜💜

marsisnotcreative: Brazilian vlogger. Does covers of songs, videos chatting about stuff i enjoy, giving opinions, rants about some things that bother me, pseudo-artsy videos; twitter, tumblr, instagram

megathornberryy: Aspec book reviewer and vlogger; Goodreads, Twitter, Instagram

Milo Stewart: My name is Milo and my pronouns are they/them. Gender confused college kid named “YouTube’s most controversial trans vlogger” by The Daily Dot; Twitter, Instagram

Mikey Neumann (of Chainsawsuit Original): Ace president of Chainsaw Original and film critic ; Twitter, Website

moonchild: My channel covers a large variety of topics and genres, some of which include asexuality, body modifications, mental health, with the occasional story time or rant video thrown in; Tumblr

Overlysarcasticproductions: Sarcastic, yet informative, summaries of classic and not-so-classic literature and mythology, as well as major historical events! (Red has stated that she is asexual); threadless, cafepress, twitter

Peach The College Girl’s Vlog: Asexual Biromantic gaming channel ;twitter, twitch, snapchat

Phoebe Saturn : i make youtube videos as a hobby and hopefully have a positive impact on your day :] ; twitter

ppusherr: Gender, Sexuality, and Social Issues solved with Positivity and Education; Tumblr

punkygirlontherock: Asexual Canadian vlogger

Ricky Dillon: American YouTube personality and singer-songwriter; Book website, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Spotify

Sally Le Page: Grey-ace UK vlogger. Aims to bring science further into popular culture by making science videos that make you laugh, make you feel and make you think; Website, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Flickr

sara elizabeth: Demisexual American make-up vlogger. i’m sara and i’m sorta obsessed with makeup and musicals; twitter, instagram

Sebastian Columbine: A horror and surrealist, filmmaker and artist in Los Angeles, California. This youtube channel surrounds Sebastian’s unique style, both in terms of fashion and beauty, as well as their lifestyle and artistic endeavors; Professional blog/website, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Patreon

skellydun: life is an experience. here are some of mine; Tumblr

SixFootNerd: British, six foot and a total nerd! Just someone talking about Movie/Tv News, Events, Reviews and Discussions; Twitter, Tumblr

Sophie Foster: Demisexual/biromantic fashion, makeup, and lifestyle vlogger from the UK; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram

SoulOfEbony: I wanna scribble cartoons for a living and make people smile.; tumblr, twitter

Taye Nic: I’m just an 20 year old college student who is trying to live for the first time:) Lol, I just got into makeup! I also love making things, broadway, Disney, my boho chic style lol and NYC more than anything else! I also love to make friends so stop by; twitter, instagram, pinterest

The Asexual Goddess: Ace and in your face. I’m actually an introvert so i don’t know how that works

TheGothicAlice: Asexual Aromantic artist, Manic Panic dyehard, horror junkie, cynic, and part time model; facebook, Etsy, Tumblr

TheMysteriousMrEnter: Asexual/Aromantic animation reviewer; DeviantArt, Tumblr, Twitter, TvTropes, Facebook,

Vivi Addams: Feel free to hang around for a while, watch some Lego animations, hopefully subscribe… Enjoy!; Tumblr, Twitter

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