Four Humors- Asks and Other things

An ask blog for Balan, Lance, and a couple others. Asks are currently : Open

[bwwfourhumorsau]

This blog is an Ask/Sideblog for my Four Humors au

Asks will be tagged with “ask answers”, Art posts from main will be tagged with “mod rambles”. All post that aren’t asks will be tagged as “non-asks”.

 This post will be updated to include more links to tags once more exist.

More info under the readmore.

Characters currently available to ask questions to

Balan/Sanguine

Lance/Melancholic

Equil/Phlematic

Librium/Choleric

Neo Balan/Comedy

Proscenium/Tragedy

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loose Pattern refs for Equil, Libra, Neo, and Scene under cut (sorta nudity even tho they got nothing)

[redrockbluerock]

You're happier here.

I haven't really talked about Librium in action, have I? She makes guests forget their worries entirely, letting them indulge in their impulses as they desire, keeping their reasons for coming hidden just beneath the clean veneer, to make them truly think there's nothing left for them in the real world. You're happier here, so why bother leaving? I'm helping you, dear.

To compare her to Lance: He's a bit more passive. She's more active. Your Maestra is Watching. It's for your own good. Toxic positivity. You don't have problems here.

As for Ophelia, she's the main character of the Four Humors AU's main story- sort of like Leo and Emma in the game's story.

Her reason for being at the theatre... it is a final chance at saving her life. Now or never.

[redrockbluerock]

Do Lance & Librium ever get jealous of their Balan counterparts? I imagine they don’t have much luck in the romance department…

Lance isn't too jealous of Balan, at least romantically- Yes, he's still a bit grumpy about losing the role of Balan, but with Balan being a aromantic and utterly disinterested, Lance is the one with more game there. Balan will flirt, but he does it more for the fun of banter than actual desire- he actually gets startled if someone does return anything.

Librium though... One of her main driving forces is her Jealousy of others - especially Equil. Between being replaced in her role by her siblings, and the fact that Equil pulls more bitches than a dog walker has a good amount of admirers while barely trying... It certainly gets under Librium's skin. Librium herself has had a few flings, but most of them burn out rather quickly due to how she is as a person. The only one who really stays is Incinerator (owned by @rockcandysupreme) but he's equally messy.

It is a bit ironic that Equil finds herself not worthy of love after all that.

[bwwfourhumorsau]

do you all celebrate any holidays in wonderworld? 🤔

"Out of your holidays, I find Diwali and Halloween to be celebrated in my favorite ways."

Mod here! Here's a little info on the holidays- dates and descriptions! Irwwov- Perihelion (Jan 4) Revert to your truest form. Celebrated with bonfires and banter. Nriilv- Spring Equinox (March 20th) Creation is an art. Celebrated with dancing and dyes. Hvou- Summer Solstice (June 21st) A maestro is strong. Demonstrate one's power with sparring. Ovzwvi- Aphelion (July 5th) Keep your thoughts clear. Meditate. Yorhh- Fall Equinox (September 22nd) You did well. Celebrate with food, frolicking, and… well, whatever one wishes. Nlfim- Winter Solstice (December 20th) Remember you cannot save everyone. You still must try. Remember the lost. Keep moving forward.

[markiloon]

just wanted to do a lil interaction with your Balan and Equil- While this may not be her brother specifically, she does enjoy how he's running the theatre in this world.

Thank you!! I'm sure he'd appreciate her kind words! (uvù) I also LOVE that she's taller than Balan!

[redrockbluerock]

Balan migraine fic is doooone! full text under cut but also link to ao3 here

It’s raining. 

He doesn’t even need to open his eyes to know, the throbbing pain in his head proof enough of the storm. 

Balan groans, burying himself deeper into his sheets- which quickly reveals itself as a mistake, as a sharp pain shoots through his leg from the movement. He hisses, tendrils thrashing out from his back reflexively as he drops back into his previous position. 

Great. His hip was also acting up today. If it was merely a migraine, or merely his hip, it’d be much easier to deal with. Easier to hide away, to let it rest. Instead he’s forced into stillness, bothered by the lights, yet unable to hide from them. 

His tendrils at least can flop over his face, though the sensitive skin on them did cause an irritating buzzing sensation to run through his back. 

He lays there in silence, eyes shut again to protect from what little light was able to seep around his tendrils. 

Something smooth taps his arm, before poking at the tendrils on his face. Balan peeks one eye open, seeing a golden eye filling his vision. 

”Rrrrusty?” The eye’s owner moves, filling his vision with red fluff. Indeed, it was Rusty, the giant tim gently patting Balan down with his beak. Balan grunts, giving Rusty’s beak a pat in return. Now aware that his owner is awake, Rusty trills, happily shoving his face into Balan’s. This of course meant Rusty was also trying to climb onto him. Unfortunately, due to being eleven feet tall, Rusty was very, very heavy. 

Even with his own body weight, his hip acted up. With a half ton of bird on it, Balan was in agony. 

He hisses again, trying to move the massive tim off of his poor hip. Rusty immediately picks up on the spike of emotions, hopping off of his owner and peeping worriedly. Balan groans, unable to move into a position without any pain. 

He can’t focus on anything but the pain, floating in a mental pool of agony. 

Outside he could hear the rhythmic click of someone walking, though in his haze of pain he could barely tell who it was. It at least sounded heavy enough to be a maestro, which narrowed down his options considerably.

“Balan.” Lance. The negative Maestro was standing in the doorway, still open from Rusty sneaking his way in. His eyes couldn’t focus enough to figure out much more than that. 

“Huoygh.” That was nowhere close to what he’d meant to say. 

“Hm, is it that bad? Your current state is rather sad.” 

“Less words.” Balan croaks out, breathing heavily in an attempt to distract himself. 

Lance hums, rubbing her thumb across her medallion in thought. “Five or four?”

Balan briefly raises his hand, flexing his claws, before dropping it back down. 

“Mhm. That certainly explains your miserable languor.”

Lance disappears into Balan’s closet, followed by an angrily trilling Rusty. He’s saying something towards the tim, but with how quiet he’s being, Balan can’t make out any of it. A minute later, he exits again, walking to the room’s other side and placing something on Balan’s desk. 

Lance’s tendrils wrap around his limbs and torso, carefully lifting Balan out of bed and onto his chaise. Before he can ask any questions, Lance is already rubbing his forehead, fluffing up the fur of his mask. 

“Shhhrrr.” Somewhere between shushing and a purr, a familiar noise from his younger years. Her other hand gently curls around his hair, pulling it behind him, letting his locs lay on the chaise’s arm. Lance grabs something off the desk, before holding it up for Balan to see. 

Sunglasses. He grunts.

With Balan’s approval, Lance slips them onto his face. There’s movement behind him, followed by feeling Lance move his hair again. He moves towards Balan’s legs, a familiar garment in her hand. His brace. Pulling his leg in thankfully isn’t too painful, allowing the brace to be slipped around his leg easily. Actually fastening it… 

Lance’s tendrils curl around his waist firmly, his Mirror staring at him expectantly.

“…Be quick?”

“As long as you don’t fight.” With that, he’s lifted up. It hurts… about as much as merely lying there did. With Balan suspended, Lance is able to quickly fasten the garment. Being set back down hurts a bit less with the orthotic in place. Lance snaps her fingers, and in an instant Balan’s dressed in some loose sweatpants and a tank top. Thankfully, outer clothing worked upon the same rules as costumes.

“Can you sit upright?” Balan attempts to rise a bit before hissing, slowly sliding back down. 

“I shall take that as not. Let’s give the saddle a shot.” 

Lance clicks her tongue twice, before addressing Rusty. “Elddas pu. Evaheb rof em.” There’s a bit of movement, before- “Rusty.” 

Balan turns his head to look at them. The tim was standing up on his haunches, feathers puffed up in defiance. Lance was visibly unamused, given how her tendrils were thrashing, negati marks pulsing with energy. 

“If you do not cooperate I shall be forced to get Gluttoni to take your place.” 

Rusty snaps his beak, getting a wince out of Balan. “Just… listen t’ her.” Rusty looks back at his owner, head tilting to the side. Balan sighs. “Elddas pu. Cooperate.” Begrudgingly the tim sits down, but not before nipping at Lance. He scoffs. 

“Yes, yes, just be still. Your maestro is feeling ill.” With a now cooperative bird, getting Rusty saddled up was much less of a struggle. As Lance was fastening the last few straps, Balan manages to roll over with not too much pain. 

The saddle had a unique design, partly to fit onto a large enough Tim, ones bigger than a Tam- jokingly referred to as a Tom. The other part was that one lay prone upon it, specifically made for days like this, when he can’t sit well enough for a wheelchair. 

He’s placed gently onto Rusty’s back, hands closed around the tim’s horns. The warmth from the tim’s body heat was delightful, soothing his body ever so slightly. Settling himself into the saddle more, he’s remarkably comfortable and quite sure he’ll stay put. 

“Follow me. Let us do something for those agonies.” 

He’s placed back down in the lounge, dimly lit by the fireplace at the back. Gentle enough to not hurt, but illuminated well enough to see. The seats in the lounge, while similarly comfortable to his bed, allowed him to rest in a different pose. That, and the lounge was less sensitive to air pressure changes- something that Balan (and indeed some guests) had found to be a lifesaver. 

Rusty, no longer being ridden, immediately scuttled off to laze in front of the fire, still fully saddled. They’d bother with removing it later. 

Balan shuts his eyes, listening to the fireplace crackling and the ever-present ballad haunting the lounge. While louder technically, the gentle tune was soothing, more so than the quiet of his room, a gentle distraction from the pain. 

He lays there for a bit, before hearing a gentle chirp from Lance. Balan looks up, seeing Lance with a small folding table in one hand, and three dishes in her tendrils. 

Lance sets the table up, before placing a mug and bowl onto it. 

“Ereh.” Lance places something in Balan’s hand, something he has to squint a bit to fully see. 

Small white pills- ones he was rather familiar with. Migraine medication. 

Human medications did work on maestros, but the dosages had to be adjusted for their greater body mass. Thankfully they had bothered to do all that math years ago, when they’d both been in a clear state of mind. Now, all Balan had to do was merely swallow the pills down, chasing them down with a swig of tea. Green, sweetened with honey. His favorite. 

Setting the mug back on the table, he turns his attention to the bowl- it was easier on him when he had food alongside the medication. 

Inside were grits, topped with some crumpled bacon and a rather gooey egg. A meal Balan had grown fond of over the years, with the added bonus of being easy enough to eat in his current state without assistance. 

Lance curls up onto the other end of the couch, nibbling on a sandwich for herself- presumably a croissant with brie and turkey, her favorite- though Balan couldn’t see it that well. The two eat in silence, partly to avoid aggravating Balan’s head, and partly due to Lance being a poor conversationalist. He’s fine with this- Lance’s words were there when it truly mattered. 

Balan yawns, setting the now emptied bowl onto the table. The pain had drained what little energy he’d had from before, and with a belly full of warm food, a nap seemed like a good option. Draining the last few gulps of tea from the mug as well, he settles down, resting his head against the cushions. Perhaps in a few hours, he’d be a bit clearer, but for now, his consciousness was being drawn back to the silence of sleep.

[redrockbluerock]

More Lanced Balan doodles, this time, him having settled into his role as the negative maestro.

Due to having more pain from becoming Lance, Sanguine no longer has pain free days, and thus either uses canes or a wheelchair to move about. He can float, but prefers not to in front of guests- plus it helps give him present as a sort of kindly uncle/grandfatherly figure.

Lance Sanguine cannot hide his emotions in his normal state, feeling everything intensely- from intense giddy joy to weeping sadness in mere seconds. This means as soon as guests fight back against him, he bursts into a fiery rage. I imagine his phases being like 1 is him trying to keep up the facade he's built, 2 is the mask slipping as his emotions take control, and phase 3 is the Shadow, almost the same as the previous Lance's, but now with 4 eyes instead of 3.

Lance Sanguine looks eerily similar to his predecessor. While this was true even when they were Balan and Lance, with a now echoed Melancholia- quickly earning the nickname Pantomime- regaining his physique from his pre-amnesia days, and the stresses from Lancing resulting in Sanguine gaining weight, the similarities are even more prevalent.

In the main 4 Humors timeline, Neo Balan does not exist. Not until the roles shift, and a new Balan and Equil are needed do the twins get created. Balan Comedic still carries a passion for cooking, but now on the main stage, the new Balan is not as reserved as her alternate self. No Balan and Lance ever truly get along, and these two are no exception.

Sanguine's canes are made of wrought iron. His body temperature is much higher than before, so wooden canes cannot bear his weight, lest they burst into flames.

[redrockbluerock]

hey red

thanks for weezering them. when did you even send this

[redrockbluerock]

It's Vincent's (@artscheese / vincentask) birthday- thus, a gift.

~

An odd puppet sits in the theatre, placed gently for a certain thief to find.

On the tag's reverse, reads a small note.

Hopefully his details are to your liking. Do take care of your little reflection. -E.P.

[artscheese]

do my eyes deceive me....... MUPPET VINCENT???? That is the best thing ever omg...

I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!!

Vincent says he loves it as well!!!

[redrockbluerock]

Finally... A Lanced Balan design i feel great about.

and uh. whatever's goin on with Equil there.

Lance Sanguine is wracked with chronic pain, worse than his Balan self was. Combined with his spikes of intense emotion, He's gained a bit of a reputation as a grouch.

Librium Phlegmatic plays up her status as the theatre's antagonist- now reveling in any attention she gets. A bit of a showoff, likes egging on anyone into lashing out at her.

Sanguine's outfit has a ton of braces on it- every spike on his body is where his physical pain is worst. He also doesn't use buttons anymore- those are snaps. His purple markings are meant to look like streaked mascara.

Phlegmatic's Catsuit takes the belt from her normal outfit and cranks it up a notch. The suit is actually quite in character for her. I uh, haven't actually touched on this aspect of her too much.

And yeah Sanguine and Phlegmatic switch body types over time.

[bwwfourhumorsau]

I love doing weird stuff with names/identities of the Maestros

I don’t use Balan and Lance as their names- just titles. For clarity they also get secondary titles, which work more as their own names- Balan is Sanguine for example

But sometimes it’s really fun to use full phrases as titles. An example of that being “One Who Was Once Balan” which. While I used it in reference to Libra can also work on Lance. There’s also unique titles like

“One Who Was Once Balance”

“The First Balan”

“Cyclebreaker”

I Just love how long the Wonderworld names can get- something i use a bit

An example of my human titles I’m using for Equil’s story

“Child of Omelas” (MC, Ophelia Vetter)

“Keeper of the Archives/Archivist” (Xen Arachne)

“Pallid Queen” (Evelyn [her last name is spoilers])

And i haven’t come up with the rest but there’s going to be like. 4 more of them. The elusive Synova will be there too, i just need to give him a title/ first name.

And like. A solid reason for being in Wonderworld.

btw Balan and Lance do have human names they’ve picked up over time. For the main ones Balan is Abel n Lance is Cain but at this point they have full on sentences of names.

[redrockbluerock]

Something about Librium, her love of boats, her issues with perfectionism, and her status as a fallen Maestra.

Ao3 link here, full text under cut

It has to be perfect. 

She stares at the wood in her hands, the knife she wields scraping endlessly against its surface. 

A boat should have been simple. Just a shallow basin. She knew them inside and out, could recite blueprints from memory, had done this thousands of times. 

And yet they were never perfect. 

Once she had been Balan. Now she wasn’t.  She was supposed to be perfect for the role.  And yet she wasn’t. 

Once she had tried to make gifts for her siblings, a plane, a train.  They’d barely resembled what they’d been meant to represent, stowed away on the underside of her studio’s desk, above the dog bed she slept upon.  Too shameful to show to them. 

If she could just Once make a perfect boat…

Scraping. Scraping. Slicing. 

Beautiful gold upon blue. Her hand was bleeding. Still she persists, ignoring the pain. It’d heal quickly enough anyways. 

She’d survived worse.

Scraping, scraping, rhythmic scraping. 

No distractions. No sounds. Her hearing aid was left with her suit, tucked in the case she had been gifted with it. She didn’t need to hear. Didn’t need to be distracted by the others calling out for her. She was fine. 

She needed to do this. Just one perfect boat. 

Scraping, scraping. Slowing. 

It is done. A small, wooden boat. Bloodied, rough, beautiful.  But not perfect.  Not good enough. 

Just like her. 

She’d been trained for one purpose her whole life. Trained for a thousand years to run the theatre.  Lasted a measly twelve months in the position. 

She sobs, dropping the boat onto the pile. Hundreds of them filled the tub, each one shaky, personal, imperfect. 

She’d spent days here, doing nothing but carving.  Fortunate she did not require food, water, rest. 

It wasn’t the first time she had done this.  It would not be the last. 

Ending only when Balan checked in on her.  When Lance dragged her out. 

When Equil- 

She snaps back up, before choking back the tears, grabbing another block, and beginning to whittle anew. 

It has to be perfect.

I have to be perfect.

[redrockbluerock]

So for the four humors au, i've had 3 different ways Balan and Equil's falls each could go

Balan corrupts first- the most stable state, Equil has to deal with the guilt of both of her siblings being changed while struggling to train the new Balan. Most likely outcome is Equil forcing herself to be forgotten by the living upon corruption, trapping herself in a fate worse than death until she’s echoed herself, restoring the cycle.

Equil corrupts first- Least stable. Balan corrupts shortly after due to the stress of it all- and losing his sisters.

Both corrupt at the same time- surprisingly stable. Choleric, now echoed alongside Melancholia, watching helplessly as the new Lance and Librium try to run the show, the new Balan and Equil a set of twins- Comedy and Tragedy. This is the one I've decided is canon.

Rambles under cut for the Same Time option, just as nice and rambly as they were when i was writing it (with some formatting changes for clarity and fixed typoes)

Accidentally had a lot of thoughts about the corrupting at the same time thing and more angst for Choleric yippee!!

One: She dies young. She’s terrified and knows it’s happening, clutching her old hat to her chest and sobbing because she doesn’t want to die yet, she’s barely 4000 or so and Yet. Being comforted by Melancholia who’s both surprised he’s lasted so long and now saddened because he feels as if he’s stolen her lifespan for his own

Two: after Echoing, she’s finally finally herself again after so long… but both of her siblings aren’t themselves. it’s all wrong and she’s stuck in here forever and it’s not right, even with more people than she’s ever had around in her life it’s so. So. Lonely.

Comedic and Tragic are sweet, however, she cherishes every time they visit but when Lance or Librium visit… it’s bittersweet. The smile doesn’t suit Phlegmatic, nor does the permanent scowl fit Sanguine. They visit after every show, no matter which one was onstage

Equil Tragic (Proscenium) is… unnerved by how young she looks next to the rest of the Echoes, barely older than Lance or Librium- Eldest triplet, but by mere minutes. Of course, they’re not of the same set, so they’re likely to last millennia longer.

That of course would only become more jarring when Sanguine and Phlegmatic eventually echo. permanent babyface compared to them//

Choleric also tends to… wait. Just by the door of the hall. Sitting there. Staring.

Trapped with all these strangers that Melancholia seems to know,  the only person who she knows proper is Melancholia, and… their relationship is a mess due to who they both became. It’s awkward

She can’t leave the hall. She’s bound to her frame, and those things don’t come down. She’s tried, tried tearing it down until her hands were oozing the paint she’s now made of, until she was so exhausted she was unable to keep her form solid. The frame is still stained blue from her attempts

Tried next to see just how far into the frame she could go.

There wasn’t a limit, her running for hours down what felt like an endless hall. When she looked behind herself the opening was there. Looking to be no more than 20 feet away.

Gifts help- From Phlegmatic, from Sanguine, to the twins. Anything to keep her mind off of her prison. Melancholia settled better, having regained chunks of his memories, having grown up knowing this cycle existed.

Choleric though. This all was a surprise.

I haven’t really thought about Echoes trying to make duplicates before- mostly due to the majority of them being… well. Accepting of their fates. Maybe Choleric tries. And it works… sort of!

It’s like a dream, looking through its eyes. It’s rather ghostly looking, vague but just barely recognizable as her. An echo of her former self, if you will.

Her siblings don’t take too kindly to her like this, weighed down by their own guilt and emotions that she registers as a hallucination.

The new twins though, they’ll humor her. Letting her watch them work, occasionally squabbling with Tragic due to them taking on both lighting and sound work- “you aren’t doing it right” “you’re retired!”, that sort of thing. Tragic doesn’t mind the haunting, and oftentimes visits her properly so she can get a proper listen.

Comedic (who normally is Neo) still has the habit of cooking, and between bringing little treats to the echoes, has a bowl of sour things left for the Ghost- lest she steals unauthorized ingredients.

I’m having too much fun with this train of thought it’s becoming the canon one sorry girl

This timeline has the three of them having the most suffering! It’s all even!

Comedic: if you only touch the stuff in this bowl, I can bring you stuff where you can taste it better. Choleric: (puts down the lemon)

Easy to tell the Ghost has faded senses due to her habit of getting into people’s faces a lot- which while not new, Choleric startles much more easily as the Ghost tries not to wander on stage though, she doesn’t want to be noticed by guests lest she either startles them or catches her siblings’ attention

Lance Sanguine always seems to be fighting back tears around her. Libra Phlegmatic will usually just flick a bit of energy at her- just enough to burst the duplicate. In front of guests, she waits, smiling wider (a threat) until either the Ghost runs or the guests are distracted. Neither of them know it’s her, just assuming its their emotions slipping from their control.

revisiting the dying young bit: It would be painful to have her finally. Finally, after so many years, with this feeling in her chest where she knows she’s dying, she’s terrified- finally presents her siblings with the little wooden train and plane she’d made for them. They love them. They always would have. (As lance and Librium, those become their most guarded possessions.) It's bittersweet.

As for the process of echoing… she tries putting it off as long as possible, crumpled up in the portrait hall in front of her own. Melancholia waits with her, waiting until they’re both ready to accept the changes. By the time Sanguine and Phlegmatic realize what’s happened- suffering through changes of their own, the paint has already dried…

Neither of them- Choleric or Melancholia- could put it off any longer. They weren’t strong enough to leave the hall, barely had the strength to enter it with their garments. It hurts, hurts so much differently than corrupting did.

First thing Phlegmatic did as Librium is remake Choleric’s hat. She also finally gave her past suit a proper mannequin. The suits are moved to a different storeroom, set up almost as a gallery.

There, The old Lance’s and Librium’s suits are copied, Hung up for display. Over time she eventually makes ones of the Echoes as well, all the past Balans and Lances. 

Except Rancor, who’s still forgotten

[redrockbluerock]

@the-why-of-wonderworld is hosting a little challenge for this year's Balanniversary- a little crossover event!

At this point it's not surprising that I chose NiGHTS and Reala for this- but there's more!

There are 5 references to other characters- ones I originally planned to have drawn here, but cut out for time. Feel free to guess in the tags or in a reply- I'll list them in a separate reblog innnnn... maybe a day or so?

Also! This is the first proper drawing of Ophelia Vetter/Omelas, The main guest for Equil's story! Gosh I should ramble about that whole thing sometime, huh?

[bwwfourhumorsau]

The five references are as follows

Lance's pendant- Bowser; based on the ones worn by Talon and Malon in LoZ:OoT. Originally Bowser was sketched in front of Lance,

Librium's earring- A Chaos Emerald- Sonic was going to be in here, between Lance and Libra

Balan's cravat- Instead of the fleur de lis, there's instead an Icon from ReBoot- with a certain someone's color scheme. Hexadecimal would have been in here, resting on Balan's other shoulder.

Equil's Bowtie- The shape on Megaman's helmet- Rock was going to appear, perched on Equil's shoulder.

Ophelia's shirt- Sebastian Solace's face. He actually wasn't meant to be drawn, I just thought he'd make a cool shirt.

[bwwfourhumorsau]

A bit of rambling on the triplets- copied and pasted from some discord messages, but it’s only fair to have this information where you all can see it

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Librium harbors so much resentment to her siblings and yet she can’t (won’t) lash out at Balan, that’s her baby brother (never mind the fact that the difference in age is like an hour at most, she used to be his protector as understudies) and meanwhile Equil, the failure takes her role in the spotlight, she always has to antagonize her. The negativity makes her stronger, right? So Librium is helping in a way.

Equil meanwhile, beyond her grief, harbors so much envy towards each of her siblings- Balan for being “Beloved” and Choleric for once being “correct” and now for having the freedom from all these expectations. At the same time, she wishes she could have been the one to fall to take the burden off of her sister, yet she’s safe from the cycle for now due to not being a positive maestro. One of her siblings would always fall, there has to be balance after all. Always the punching bag, never the punching.

And Sanguine sees both of them, sees the precarious situation he’s in between Lance and Librium, he has to keep himself in line, not strayed too far either way, lest he take their role. He knows something deeper is going on with Equil, but he can’t dig into it, if something were to happen to her, he knows he can’t fill her shoes, he’s the weakest link. His charisma is all he has.

[therealslimscreamer]

the balans!!

from left to right: overrift/hydenborn balan is by @pawsometoons, balan oneirones is by me, and balan sanguine is by @redrockbluerock!!!