Quick rundown of tags and some more niche ones for your viewing experience. A more cohesive list can be found [here] but I sporadically update that
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The Basics
doobles - an art tag with completed works, usually with color
kekdoobs - art tag that is silly, often a rough sketch
worbos - writing tag. I guess lmao??
txt post is just what it says
rb is the general reblog tag and is a giant mass since I don't organize them further
Fandom specific
voice designs my beloved - showcasing almost every voice design I see and think looks cool (so like all of them)
cat cabin cafe - also called CCC are all of my beast/den fusions
stp au - just a one stop shop for all stp au stuff that I've done
hero's allergic peanut reaction - yeah I made that a tag lmao
Voices/Vessels are tagged as #stp [name] ex: #stp hunted or #stp beast
Voice refs are planned to be split into 3 main groups and a bonus 4th
[Group 1] || [Group 2] || [Group 3] || [???]
"First off, let's just take a deep breath. Breathe in...and out...
AND SAY CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FINALE OF VOICE OF THE SEXY BROKEN!! FOR NOT ONLY THE SPECTACLE OF THE TIE, BUT FOR THE WONDERFUL SPORTSMANSHIP DISPLAYED FROM START TO FINISH!
👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏 👏
Now, you are probably expecting an award ceremony, right about now.
"But Mai, you didn't make anything!" You probably asked.
But not to worry! I DID make something! It just couldn't be done until the Finale!
From the lovely and free labors of @coldranger , I present to you the Trophies for our beloved birds! Symbolizing the shared victory of @cracked-frog and @bed-buge in our Finale!!
Of course, we can't forget our second and third place winners!! @pzysm and @pixiefeatherkw3 , you battled well and your effort was recognized!
We thank the lovely Apotheosis for handing out the rewards!
Cheers for our winners of Voice of the Sexy broken!!
👏 👏 👏 👏
Now...as for who is next...we will need to wait a bit longer~
"Welcome Slayers, Narrators and Princesses, to the Finale of--"
🏆 VOICE OF THE SEXYMAN CHAMPIONSHIP - Broken Edition 🏆
FINAL ROUND PART I
@cracked-frog VS @bed-buge
The Doll
The Kinstugi
Voting ended onJun 1
[Propaganda under the cut]
"Guess what?! Apotheosis let me co-host with her!"
"SPEAK TO ME WITH RESPECT, CHILD!"
"I'm atheist, so no. And let's not get into that! Our main stars have finally arrived in heaven! Or...just the tournament ground again, but that doesn't matter because it's the battle we're all waiting for!"
[Propaganda by @cracked-frog ]
"The Kinstugi! The new face who made his way through!"
[Propaganda by @bed-buge (yes this is on purpose)]
"And the Doll, a successor in the making for the Cold!
Do remember to vote for our finalists and 3rd place !!
Brokens of @cracked-frog and @bed-buge
It feels like these brokens only got brighter since last time... Oh well, makes it more fun for the crowd
Speaking of which these two are making this finale a very close call aren't they @voice-of-the-sexyman. And this is coming from someone who lived through the Skeptic ties, oh the horror
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Come one, come all, it's closeup time
Honestly these two are oddly fitting to be going up against each other since Doll is more blue and Kinstugi is more orange. Just like, opposite colors and all that
I didn't really do this last time since I was very familiar with everyone's designs at that point (mooties am I right) but these forms I wasn't as familiar with and you kinda need to know all the fancy details before you start making it smoller
In the end we'll just have to see if either of these stars shine brighter than the other, or maybe they'll get to shine equally. What do I know, I'm just the plushie guy :]
Thank you all again for another wonderful tournament and all the hijinks that ensued. I look forward to seeing what designs charms the audience next, remember to take care of yourselves
A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE.
🪻 Mmmmm, I know that you've already been forced in these lands, but I am legally required to ask for hanahaki skeptunist, why wouldn't I be
...but if you *really* want an out from writing more of the rat (tm), I'm offering dumb horses that are Rudosiri. Yeah, yeah, Sirius is a JP horse, but there's a few Sirius cards, surely that's enough ksjdhfdjks
Pick your poison basically lmaooo
- Vi
Kindly, White Kyurem, I am not wading through jp only horse land for a hanahaki ask. I trust someone else can do it and who can probably read japanese /silly
But Skeptunist huh... three bloody oppy asks in a row. Ugh.
Oppy's section has a brief recollection of in-game events so it may be a touch graphic
[You left a trail for me to follow, but will I like what I find at the end of it?]
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Skeptic: To him, the flock and himself were a mystery to unravel. There was just far too many questions as to why they came into existence and too few of them actually cared to find out. Therefore, as the sole member of the flock who did he took it upon himself to find the answers and that began with understanding each of his fellow "voices."
The others didn't have much beyond their surface and anything that did lurk beneath were simply personal matters, often relating to the princess. However Opportunist… while one can easily conclude he presents an outward persona and leave it at that, Skeptic couldn't. There had to be something, or someone, beneath the bluster and fluff of "Opportunist." He found that Opportunist participated in an extreme form of code-switching. Many individuals do adjust themselves for specific groups, but are generally only minor a thing and would always fall back on a "default" of sorts. Opportunist however, did not seem to have a state of calm within public spaces and what he did privately was a large unknown even compared to the more guarded individuals among them.
Skeptic was determined to figure that out and it was relatively simple to schedule time for the two to have extended "chats" as it were. He knew Opportunist well enough by then to know all of his digging may cause the other to be weary of his intentions and thus he would have to make his intentions plainly known.
That was all.
He brings a book to pass the time waiting for their arranged meeting. Skeptic finds himself not needing one for the next, or the one after that.
After their most recent discussion, one Skeptic will admit he enjoyed, he spies a petal near his feet.
He picked it up even as Opportunist so coyly inquired about "what was so interesting?" He just smiled in return and mentioned that it was for Smitten. Opportunist dropped the subject. How predictable.
He did end up bringing the flower to Smitten. Skeptic was told that the flower it came from was horribly out of season.
So what did it mean when he saw them so often in the days that followed? What did it means when they started coming out the back of his throat, a painful sting that reminded him oh so much of the Princess. What did it mean when they started to come out bloody?
And why did they show up when he was around Opportunist, when Skeptic thought about him for extended periods of time, sometimes just when he catches a brief glimpse of him around a corner.
They didn't seem contaigous, no one else showed any signs nor coughed quite as much as he does. Even Opportunist, the one he was in close proxmity with showed no signs. Unless he was hiding the symptoms, but wouldn't Opportunist revel in garnering sympathy?
So he didn't tell anyone, he had to sate his own curiosity first. It was just in his nature.
He still arranges to meet with Opportunist and he still plays their game filled to the brim with second-meanings and subtle intentions.
But he loses, he failed to acknowledge one simple thing— the flowers. Those delicate blooms that just wanted to survive were killing him, slowly, very slowly, he almost forgot about them in pursuit of his goal.
Opportunist, in a shocking twist of fate, panics at the sight of him bleeding, wheezing. The face of utter horror was a rare one on Opportunist, as he doesn't let himself get caught off guard like that if he can help it.
Last he saw that face Skeptic had asked if Opportunist had ever found love in or outside of the construct. The emotion lingered on his face for a moment too long as he mulled over the answer. Opportunist's voice had lacked his distinct tone and cadence, it was so detached it reminded him of Cold.
All of that just to tell him no and for what reason? Shouldn't it have been a simple question to answer? Skeptic's own response was obvious.
His own...
That was the same day he found the petal.
He finds the urge to ask again.
He has to know.
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Opportunist: Being vulnerable was not a word Opportunist had in his vocabulary, since if he was he would surely die. That's what he told himself and that's what every fiber of his being tells him in return.
Skeptic would call it a viscous cycle, Opportunist calls it home.
Ah, right. Skeptic.
He'd rather not think about him right now.
He feels his lungs contract and another foreign object starting to clog up his throat as the thought crossed his mind.
Damned flowers.
They didn't bother him, at least initially. Those loose petals used to easily slip through his teeth like lies. It was a neat little party trick, he showed it off to at least half of the flock before Hunted hurriedly dragged him away from Cheated and Hero. He watched the creature pace around him a few times before worriedly describing a strange ailment about flowers and unrequited love. It didn't make any sense quite frankly, but Opportunist had reassured Hunted everything was fine and even thanked the other bird for the info. His platitudes had fallen on deaf ears, as he could feel Hunted's pointed stare the entire way back home.
Being just, a little honest with himself the flowers did… unease him. They weren't red in color, at least in the beginning, before the buds began bathing themselves in his blood. It reminded him of many things: a basement full of thorns as they wind around every inch of skin, a cabin crushing both him and her as their viscera paints the walls, of being interwoven with someone else and then suddenly being two once again with the only proof of your connection being every nerve suddenly alight and far too sensitive to even breathe. He didn’t like thinking about how many of those related to his current situation.
Opportunist wondered if Skeptic could use that brain of his to actually figure out what was wrong- Another coughing fit wracked his body, leaving his hand bloodied from where he covered his mouth.
He closed his fist around his own cooling blood, watching how it seeped through his fingers.
How long had it been since someone held his hand?
This had nothing to do with love, it just couldn’t. He wouldn’t endanger himself like this.
So, he continued to live his life as if nothing was wrong. Contrarian asked about “that funny flower trick” and Opportunist would continue to entertain him, even if he started pulling out whole flowers instead. That walking contradiction enjoyed every moment of it, even when blood began to drip down his chin. “All part of the fun,” Opportunist had said while wiping his face clean.
Contrarian wasn’t buying it, no one was at this point. Opportunist barely left his room at this point and he was sure Hunted had gossiped to the others about his condition before it had gotten so bad. It didn’t matter if Hunted did or not, it’s not as if Skeptic came to visit anyways— it’s not as if he cared.
He curled himself into a tighter ball as his mind was torn between some frail hopeful lunatic and his usual tactics trying to strangle that rational into nonexistence. These emotions would damn him, this vulnerable side of himself that dared to dream, to be something else than what he should be.
He would surely die.
Never trust anyone, not even yourself.
Someone comes through the door and it reeks of ink. This person is talking and they’re talking a lot. Daresay, enough to rival his own meanderings.
Papers flutter and gently sway from side to side in the air as this person is digging through them, tossing handfuls at a time looking for one in particular. They’re grey and drab, every speck of space used to write words he can somewhat read.
Opportunist knows who he has to thank for that.
A page lands on the floor and becomes soaked in his blood, the other person pays it no mind. What an idiot, even Opportunist knows that those are important.
Why did he fall in love with you?
“I-I don’t know...but I want to find out. So, make sure you don't die on me love.”
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Extra's that didn't quite fit
It would be fun for Smitten to both know the flower Skeptic coughs up and deduce his ailment is hanahaki, making it a reversal of how they usual are. Smitten becomes the one who knows more about the situation and has a deeper understanding of what's going on, while Skeptic is stuck in his feelings unable to rationalize/"control" them. If this was a longer piece I prob would've explored that
I think a good chunk of Oppy torture got cut out for similar length purposes, like a lot more parallels to Thorn would've been made and how that fucks with him
Decent chance Oppy tried to gift Skeptic one of his flowers and when Skeptic got back to his room stared at the thing in absolute horror because he's trying to figure out how to cure him (which is why he doesn't visit prior) and Oppy just hands one off to him with little more than a wink. He tries dissecting it later to no avail (bc these guys be stoopid)
Honestly these two do feel like the kinds to deny that hanahaki is going on and the other person validates them the entire time. Oppy bc he's ass kissing and maybe that'll cure Skeptic for all he knows and Skeptic also thinks love flowers is wayyy too irrational and mystical for his liking
Okay that more became rambling but yeah. Thanks for the ask.
/sarc /silly
Hope it was to the Skeptunist prophet's liking, have a good one mate and to anyone else who actually decided to read this lmao
