Blithe and Co.

This is my side blog for my beloved Blithe the Blissfully Blind Buffoon and others!

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Welcome to Blithe the Blissfully Blind Bafoon's blog (the guy getting backhanded is Chris Crowley, but we'll get to him later ;)! This is a side blog to update you on the many mini adventures involving the compilation of characters in Blithe's company. These characters were originally meant for a slice-of-life webcomic, but I wanted to share the shenanigans while we wait for that fever dream. Enjoy random concepts, drawings, character interactions, incorrect quotes, draw-the-squads, character designs, and especially info dumps! Feel free to ask my characters anything or sit back and soak in the chaos.

Most if not all of my characters are still in development, so questions are always appreciated to help me really design every detail. Information is likely to change and improve as I continue to learn and discover new things about characters, so don't be too confused if updates contradict previously established facts. I enjoy being as accurate as possible and would love critiques or inconsistencies/inaccuracies brought to my attention.

Master character list from most developed and flushed out to least. No joke, a lot of these titles I'm coming up with on the spot so, like everything else, they are subject to change.

Blithe: The Blissfully Blind Buffoon court jester of castle Corvidae.

Beast: Blithe's beautiful big black Barghest and best bud.

Prince Chris Cowley: Youngest Prince of Corvidea and Blithe's best friend.

Ed: Chris's close friend and loyal page boy. A tribute character to Don Quixote, The Man of La Mancha

Mia: The Magically Mute Mime and Blithe's childhood best friend and former co-performer in the Hide and Seek Circus. A tribute character to Tinker Bell.

Kalandria AKA Lady Literally (as known by Blithe): Castle Coridae's resident poet. Chaos and Calamity's Creation. Possesses unknown and, for the most part, unaddressed magical abilities connected with wordplay. Paronomasia Powers, if you will.

Leah Withab (pronounced with-a-bee): Ranger of the northern kingdom. Protector of the Northern Princess, undercover lady-in-waiting, current castle servant, and friend(?). What can I say? She wears a lot of hats.

Prince Corvus Crowley: Crown Prince of Corvidae.

(Name TBD) Ringmaster: The brilliant brave bearded woman behind the Hide and Seek Cricus, Blithe's former boss and friend. A tribute character to the Sikhs.

Northern Prince (Name TBD): ... yeah, still working on him, lol. Leah's best friend, I guess.

Northern Princess (Name TBD): ... not much here either other than Leah's charge.

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Just Blithe and Chris talking 'bout Brook:

Blithe slumped against a wall, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He could only imagine what he looked like, grinning with his face flushed from exertion, flopped against a wall.

“You picked a good one,” Chris said, sliding a cool drink into Blithe’s hand. “She’s a b-bonnie lass if I’ve ever seen one, as they say.”

Blithe quickly downed the sweet, tangy drink, realizing how thirsty he was after so much dancing. “Yeah,” he managed to gasp after gulping down the last of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That’s it? N-no pun or witty comment?”

“How about she’s breathtakingly beautiful?” he panted, gesturing to his fatigued state.

“Accurate in more ways than one,” Chris agreed.

Blithe leaned farther against the wall, letting his heels dig into the stone floor. To cool down, he held the now empty but still cool glass to his forehead, then rolled it around to his neck, then-

“What on the Giver’s Green globe are you d-doing?” Chris said suddenly.

Blithe paused with his hand, still clutching the cold glass, halfway down his shirt, then let out a bark of laughter as he realized what it looked like.

“Robbing the castle of its glasses, of course!” He laughed and dropped the glass entirely down his shirt, the cold surface of the cup blessedly chilling him. “Figured if your physicians couldn’t cure me with their less-than-spectacular spectacles, I’d best try out all the glasses in the kingdom. Here,” Blithe grabbed at Chris in an attempt to locate Chris’s cup, “Look away and let me steal yours, too.” 

Chris laughed and batted Blithe’s hands away. “Or I could just give it to you? D-donate to the cause.”

“No, no. ‘Fraid that would ruin the whole point of hiding glasses down my shirt. Besides, the Blind Bandit begs for no bounty, booty nor brize.”

“You can’t just put a ‘b’ in front of ‘prize’ to make it fit your alliteration, Jester,” Chris said, amused nonetheless. 

“No matter,” Blithe said dismissively, then suddenly, “What’s that over there!” He pointed at something just behind Chris, then felt at his friend until he finally located the glass and promptly snatched it, spilling some of its contents. 

“You people really need to stop falling for that one.” He said, downing the rest of Chris’s drink.

“I d-didn’t look,” Chris insisted as he fussed over his suit where the drink spilled.

“Sure you didn’t,” Blithe said, fishing down his shirt to retrieve his own glass. He held the two glasses up to his eyes as if they were double spy glasses and squinted through them, then gasped.

“Good Giver,” he breathed before handing the two glasses to Chris and gesturing for him to take a look.

“Jester,” Chris began, “You don’t really expect me to b-believe-“

Blithe shushed him, then pointed to the dance floor, “Look.” 

Chris sighed but accepted the glasses. 

“Well?” Blithe whispered.

“I d-don’t even know what-“

Blithe shushed him again. “Do you see him?”

“See who?”

“The idiot holding the two glasses up to his face!” 

Blithe’s cackle turned into a cough as Chris elbowed him in the gut.

“Jokes on you, Jester; These work surprisingly well. I can even see B-brook through them.” Chris said smuggly.

“Really? Let me see,“ Blithe joked, and Chris gave a dry “har har” before falling quiet. Blithe liked to imagine him still peering through the two glasses.

“Do you,” Chris began slowly, “know what she looks l-like? Tonight, I mean. All d-dress- dressed up and dancing.”

“Yeah...” Blithe grinned, picturing the image she’d described for him that night. “Hair in a ‘floppy’ braid, flower crown she hoped wouldn’t fall apart (which did), and a really ‘swooshy’ dress she’s wanted to wear for weeks,” he recited, proud he’d remembered every detail. 

“‘Swooshy?’” Chris said incredulously. “Call me Calandria, but ‘floppy braid,’ ‘flower crown,’ and ‘swooshy dress’ simply do not d-do her justice.” 

“I’ll say. She looks like a sunset had a baby with a butterfly. But hey,” Blithe shrugged, “her words, not mine.”

“Isn’t she a storyteller? Aren’t d-descrip-descriptions her hobby?”

“Ironic, isn’t it? She can describe a desert in more detail than her dress.”

“But you can see her?”

Blithe squinted at the brightly lit dance hall. He could make out smears of deeply colored ladies' gowns and splashes of men's suits glinting in the candlelight. Blithe was convinced the flashy jewelry and accessories the men of Corvidae favored over the rich colors of ladies' clothing were deliberately designed to catch the light as blindingly brightly as possible. Indeed, the light reflecting off the many bracelets, buttons, and bangles swimming through the room made it almost too bright for Blithe to see anything beyond the headache it caused. But the occasional brush stroke of sunset hues that streamed past his tunnel of vision made it worth the discomfort.

“Believe it or not, compared to all the darker colors, her light orange dress stands out just enough for me to catch glimpses of her. See,” He traced Brook’s sweeping movements with his finger as she weaved through the forest of deep greens, blues, and purples. “I like to think she did it on purpose, standing out so I can see her.”

“Or maybe she just liked the dress. You said she’d b-been anxious to wear it.”

“She was a little anxious it’d be too loud,” Blithe said, stroking his chin.

“That’s not what I meant by anxious-” Chris said before Blithe cut him off.

“But I’ll says to you what I says to her,” he said, adopting a lower city dialect, ”I says, ‘It’s no louda’ than you. And if it were, well, people’d go deaf jus’ by lookin’ at it.’ An’ easy as combing a crow, I convinced her to wear it anyway.”

“Hmm,” Chris said, unconvinced but amused, “From the way she’s been twirling ab-bout in it tonight, I doubt anyone could’ve c-convinced her not to wear it.”

Blithe closed his eyes to ease his persistent headache but kept the image of the brightly colored blob that was Brook bobbing in his mind's eye.

“Her d-dress isn’t orange, though,” Chris said, “It’s her hair.”

Blithe cracked an eye open to give what he hoped was an incredulous side-eye. 

“Come again?”

“Her dress is light green with pastel b-blue and pink highlights-”

“To crows with the dress! Her hair is orange???”

“She didn’t mention this?”

“Um, no. I thought it was green!”

“Well, it usually is. But it’s been gradually changing color for a while n-now.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a crow in a cornfield.”

“True as a crow’s knows?”

“Jester, no one actually says-”

“Say it. So I know you’re not tugging my tail feathers.”

“Tugging your-?” Chris sighed, then said, “True as a crow’s kn-knows.”

“Ya don’t say…” Blithe said, trying and failing to picture Brook with brilliant orange hair. 

“I can’t see it,” he said finally, shaking his head. “Brook’s got green hair. Green like a tree. Ya know, 'cause she’s a tree. But orange? Orange like a… orange,” Blithe finished lamely, unable to think of anything else orange in his shock. “That just doesn’t make sense!”

“Well, n-not completely orange. Not yet, at least. It’s more a yellowish-orange… and some red in there… and there’s still quite a bit of green left, too.”

“Artfully said,” Blithe sighed sarcastically, “Yellowish-greenish-orangeish-red-”

“Think leaves changing color in the fall.” Chris interrupted. “Actually, now that I’ve said it, that might be what it is. The seasons are changing, and she is a dryad.”

That seemed to do the trick, and Blithe could imagine Brook’s pale white skin brilliantly contrasted with vibrate fall colors cascading down her shoulders. “Oh, huh. Who knew?”

“Everyone but you.”

“Fair.” Blithe pushed himself away from the wall, found a chair to sit in, then crossed his legs and steapled his fingers. “But seeing as I’m missing out on, well, seeing, mind filling me in, oh Articulate One? What’s she look like?”

Chris pulled a chair over and sat, “Like n-nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“That, I don’t doubt,” Blithe said, crossing his eyes and waving a hand before his face.

“It’s an expression.”

“And ‘quicker than counting a crow’s quips,’ isn’t?” Blithe challenged.

“It’s honestly not. But that’s besides the point. Let’s see… she’s got this hair-”

“Which we’ve already established.”

“Right. Oh, and these eyes-”

“No way? She’s got eyes, too?” Blithe said in mock surprise.

“I wasn’t finished—”

“Oh, my bad,” Blithe teased, leaning back in his seat. “Were you going to mention two ears and a nose next?”

“N-no, but I was gonna mention that her eyes change color too.”

“Don’t tell me they’re orange too, now.”

“They’re not orange, no. But they flash a kind of translucent white when they move. It’s honestly a b-bit distracting. Light green one moment, then sud-ddenly white, then green again. Almost like a cat’s tapetum lucidum.” 

Blithe took on a stuffy royal dialect, “Ah, yes. The toopy toom loosy doom. A fine word indeed. So fine, in fact, that no one knows what it means. That’s how you know it’s fancy. Tell me, how many other useless words do you know?”

“With Ed as my page b-boy and Calandria as my cousin, more than I’d like to admit.” Chris copied Blithe's stuffy dialect, “I i-imagine I have one of the most sophisticated vernaculars i-in the kingdom, thanks to them.”

“Lot of good it does you when you can’t manage to say half of them.” Blithe teased.

“I think I need an-nother drink.”

“Oh, come on!” Blithe protested, hearing Chris’s jewelry clinking and clothes rustling as he got up to leave. “You haven’t even described her smile yet.”

“Two lips and l-lots of teeth,” Chris said, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit.

Blithe scrambled to his feet. “Hey, no fair. I can’t even see it!” He grabbed Chris’s elbow and followed him to the refreshments. “Take pity on a poor blind man.”

“Why?” Chris asked, sliding a full glass into Blithe’s free hand. “Clearly, B-brook already has.”

“Somebody has to.”

“She has nice teeth.” Both Chris and Blithe jumped as Calandria suddenly spoke, though Blithe hadn’t heard her approach, and judging by Chris’s curses over his spilled drink, he hadn’t seen her approach either.

“Good Giver, where did you come from?!” Blithe gasped, his heart thumping.

“From over there,” she replied, no doubt pointing to wherever she’d been.

“Right.”

“What w-was that about nice teeth?” Chris asked, having recovered from his second spilled drink that night.

“Blithe asked after Brook’s smile. She has nice teeth. But her teeth don’t smile nearly as much as her eyes and cheeks. Her eyes scrunch up, almost closed to make room for her smile. Even when her teeth aren’t smiling, her eyes are. Yes, she has nice teeth, but they are not what makes her smile bright.”

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

If I read one more fanfic where the blind character feels someone's face upon FIRST MEETING THEM, I'M GONNA GOUGE MY OWN EYES OUT!!!!!

[anileahvictoria]

Hello Tumblr,

I'm thinking about writing a character with Vasovagal syncope. For those of you who don't know, Vasovagal syncope is a condition that leads to fainting in some ppl. Some common triggers are fear, blood, vomit, and extreme emotions. I've only just started researching the condition, so if any of you know anything helpful about it or have experience with it, let me know! I'd like to present it accurately. If any of you have any reasons why I shouldn't write a character with Vasovagal syncope, also let me know.

Some potential triggers for my character: Blood, fear, stress, dogs, and the occasional jump scare.

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Thank you for all the great information and feedback from people reaching out and teaching me more about this condition! Through more research and listing to all your experiences, I've decided that, unfortunately, vasovagal syncope is not the right match for my character. Instead, I'm looking into type one narcolepsy, specifically cataplexy, a common symptom of narcolepsy. "Cataplexy is a brain disorder that causes a sudden and temporary loss of muscle tone and control. The episodes (or “cataplectic attacks”) are, in most cases, triggered by strong or extreme emotions, including anger, stress, anxiety, fear, a depressed mood, joy, and laughter." For more info, https://www.everydayhealth.com/cataplexy/guide/

So if any of have experience with this or know anything I should know, let me know! Thank you again for all your help!

[flashgloria]

You've Got Questions and I've Got Answers OC Edition

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Do they enjoy cooking?

Do they enjoy baking?

Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

Do they have any unusual fears?

Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

When they're sick what do they do to feel better?

Do they have any regrets?

Do they have any addictions?

Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

Do they enjoy poetry?

Do they have a hard time opening up to people?

What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

Do they have or want kids?

How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

How easy is it to become their enemy?

How easy is it to become their friend?

Do they have a strong connection to their culture?

What is more important to them, friends or family?

Would they ever betray someone for money?

How would they want to die?

Do they have any enemies?

Do they have a daily/nightly routine?

Have they met any of their heroes? Did they regret it?

Has a chance encounter ever had an unexpected effect on them?

Are they a #gamer?

If they were real would you be friends with them?

If they had the chance to be famous would they take it? If they are famous would they rather they weren't?

What superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? If they have one would they choose something else?

If they could change one thing about themselves what would it be?

Do they play ttrpgs? If so what kind of characters do they play? Or are they more likely to GM?

How well do they deal with grief?

Do they believe in fate or do they believe they are in charge of their own destiny?

Would they ever kill someone? Have they already?

Are they religious? If so do they have a strong sense of faith, are they uncertain, or are they somewhere in between?

What are their dreams like? Do they have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

Would they ever crash a wedding?

If they found a sword in a stone would they try to pull it out? How would they react to being able to pull it out or not?

Do they learn from their mistakes?

Can they speak multiple languages? If yes which all do they speak and why?

Can they handle stressful situations?

Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets?

Do they plan in advance or just wing it?

Would they lie to get out of trouble?

Would they lie to get someone else out of trouble? Even if they would have to take that someone else's place?

How likely are they to go on a quest for revenge?

Do they have trouble keeping their enemies and their friends straight?

What is your favorite thing about them?

I love these so I figured I'd make one of my own! Just be sure that if you reblog this ask one or two of these to the person you reblogged from (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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@anileahvictoria

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

Ope no one tell Blithe!

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Blithe: FOUR MONTHS- Chris: What's wrong with him? Leah: Nothing. He's just being dramatic... Blithe: THAT'S HOW LONG YOU STOOD BY AND WATCHED ME WATER A DEAD PLANT!

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Leah: Are you crying? Blithe: This book is so sad! Leah: ... Leah: Blithe, you can't read. Blithe: I know! Isn't that sad? Leah: Let me see- this is a cookbook. Blithe: And I'm really hungry but I can't read! Or cook! I'M GONNA STARVE!

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Chris: The castle staff would like me to talk to you about your professionalism. Blithe: *crouched atop his wardrobe* Those are mighty brave words for a man standing in lava. Leah: *gathering up her mop and bucket* You can come down now. I'm done. Blithe: At long last! Chrissy, help me down, will you? Chris: How'd you get up there in the first place? Blithe: Ah. Leah is quite strong, no?

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✨ for Blithe and Leah and Ed

How did I come up with their names?

Ed’s full name is Edmond which means prosperity and protection. His mother named him for what she hoped for him and what she hoped he’d become. She wished a better life for him than she ever had or could give him. And she raised him to be a protector and defender of the weak and misunderstood. The Good Giver answered her prayers by putting young Ed in the path of the Queen who saw the righteous fire within him and gave him the position of her youngest son’s page boy allowing him a safe and prosperous life in the castle. But Ed has never forgotten the second meaning of his name. He has always and will always fight to protect anyone in need even if he stands no chance against the foe.

I must admit Leah’s name is much less thought out 😅. I needed a name just as a place holder while I designed the rest of the character. And Leah is the second half of my name so I decided that would do until I came up with something else. But the name ended up sticking.

Haha now Blithe’s name was a little more fun. I’d been trying to think of a name for ages until one day while walking around campus I saw a poster for Blithe Spirit and I thought “Yes! That’s perfect!” I looked up what blithe meant and it meant care free or a casual and cheerful indifference. Works for me! And thus the Blissfully Blind Buffoon was born!

Thanks for the ask!

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Leah: ARE YOU- Ed: Furiously- Leah: KIDDING ME, YOU- Ed: Flabbergasting- Leah: IDIOT?! Blithe:... What was that? Chris: Ed is of the opinion that Leah swears too much. So he's volunteered to censor her.

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Blithe: Are you taken? Chris: Yes. Taken for GRANTED!

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Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

[blissfullyblindbuffoon]

I know I haven’t posted nearly enough yet, but maybe this will help get things going!

Quick list of characters to send asks:

Blithe: The Blissfully Blind Buffoon court iester of castle Corvidae.

Beast: Blithe's beautiful big black bitch (don't @ me! She's a dog!) and best bud. Female down-bred Hellhound German Sheperd mix.

Prince Chris Cowley: Youngest Prince of Corvidea and Blithe's best friend.

Ed: Chris's close friend and loyal page boy. A tribute character to Don Quixote, The Man of La Mancha.

Mia: The Magically Mute Mime and Blithe's childhood best friend and former co-performer in the Hide and Seek Circus. A tribute character to Tinker Bell.

Kalandria AKA Lady Literally (as known by Blithe): Castle Coridae's resident poet. Chaos and Calamity's Creation. Possesses unknown and, for the most part, unaddressed magical abilities connected with wordplay. Paronomasia Powers, if you will.

Leah Withab (pronounced with-a-bee): Ranger of the northern kingdom. Protector of the Northern Princess, undercover lady-in-waiting, current castle servant, and friend(?). What can I say? She wears a lot of hats.

Prince Corvus Crowley: Crown Prince of Kingdom Corvidae.

(Name TBD) Ringmaster: The brilliant brave bearded woman behind the Hide and Seek Cricus, Blithe's former boss and friend. A tribute character to the Sikhs.

Northern Prince (Name TBD): ... yeah, still working on him, lol. Leah's best friend, I guess.

Nora the Northern Princess : …. not much here either other than Leah's charge.

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Chris: This was supposed to be a diplomatic discussion! Leah: I was being diplomatic. Chris: You threatened them with a knife! Leah: I didn't stab them, did I? Hmm?

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Blithe: *does something dumb* Mia: I'm in love with you. Blithe: What was that? Mia: I SAID I'M SELLING YOU TO THE ZOO!

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Blithe and Co. Incorrect Quotes

Blithe: Good thing we brought in an expert. Leah: And who would that be? Blithe: ... Leah: Oh, right. That's me...

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Yes, we know, Blithe 🙃