Do it for the aesthetic. Romanticize your life.

Be as obnoxious and pretentious as you like. Read for pleasure and only study what truly interests you.

Change your major 5 times and never graduate.

Idolize dead authors and completely lose your grip on reality.

Do some acid and have a bacchanal in the woods.

It’s fun you should try it!

(Henry Winter ghostwrote this post, I guess. I speak from experience though, it IS fun, you SHOULD try it)

Neil Gaiman when you tag him:

Neil Gaiman when you write the most unhinged shitpost while drunk at 4am:

1, 6, 19, and 31 for the oc asks

1: Your first OC ever?

I don't think I remember my first OC ever but my first OC that I remember spending real time developing was Telysia, who has in the five years since her inception gone through... a lot, a looot of changes. I love her very much my silly little girl who used to be an assassin and is now, like. just some college student

6: Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

Hmmm. Asha and Ash. Which is also funny cause of their names but like. they look very similar. they have no real relation whatsoever. Ash is functionally only present in the blorbo session postgame though so idk if that's cheating or not?

19: Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

AZARRR my guy my silly my blorbo. my silliest little guy. you know that post that's like, joyous whimsy -> inflict soulcrushing trauma -> relearns that life is worth living yeah . yeah. they're a walking tragedy but they are also walking proof that people can still be Good even if they're, like, being a weird little asshole about it. In their canon they're a protector, not just a destructive force. their entire motivation behind how they died was defending people. they mean so much to me.

31: Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

HMMM i feel like Telysia is the funniest option here. Cause like. her tumblr would be a weird mishmash of genuinely thoughtout essays about theology and social sciences. BUT AT THE SAME TIME: god would she be up at 4am reblogging shitpost upon shitpost upon shitpost. there is no consistency. she could make a sideblog but she has no time or energy for it. no everything including the most buckwild bullshit that comes across her dash goes in the same place. to get to her thoughts on The Protector you have to scroll past two pages of anxiety memes. there is no law in this land. she spent four days custom coding her blog's theme and it's beautiful and amazing but also holy shit are you ok? and she will answer your ask with unhinged laughter followed by a singular 'yeah'

Pretty sure I’m some cosmic eldritch entity’s favorite blorbo, they’re keeping me in a jar and they sure love to shake it.

Hope I’m entertaining enough for ya, sick fuck!

Whoever’s writing the shitty fanfiction that is my life, might I request a bit less hurt and a bit more comfort? A bit less angst and more fluff? Pretty please? Could something profoundly homosexual happen to me just this once?

If you’re gonna constantly put me in situations, can it be like a cute or sexy one for a change instead of the horrors? I’m literally begging over here!