take 2 of making an art blog. what could go wrong?
hii (✿^‿^) you can call me nova! my main is @starclustersys so i'll be interacting from there! i go by any & all pronouns.
host of a plural collective. i will be the primary poster of this blog, but i will fluctuate between we/i pronouns. while this is a primarily art blog, i don't prefer to hide things about myself if i can help it!!
here, you may find things related to my interests at a maybe mediocre quality, including, but not limited to:
my ocs, my sona & all 50 versions of them, self shipping, and whatever media i like
i am really ass at finishing pieces so there's probably gonna be a lot of sketch dumps..
ALWAYS WELCOME TO BE MOOTS BTW !!
rapid fire dni⠀->⠀anti endos & anti willos, any kind of discourse, darkshippers, radqueers
askbox etiquette⠀->⠀just be respectful & avoid topics of discourse on this blog!! we are not here to debate!! if you have any questions (of good faith) regarding our plurality or plurality in general, you may redirect to our main :3
f/o list and stances on doubles :
i primarily selfship for fun & comfort. dont jump me 💔💔
dazai + chuuya (i dont consider them f/os cause they're my dr partners but they're worth mentioning. iwcaution or dni)
to the boy that i met in a weird conglomerate between a bus and a van, where we had to sit a bit too close to each other
to the boy who offered me his e-money card after i had berated the driver over turning back, because i had lost one of my shoes in the previous stop, and the previous stop wasn't even that far....but the driver insisted that i just take another bus ride back
to the boy who i made eye contact with when he gave me his card, and a spark was immediately lit
to the boy who i ended up getting stranded with, and we didn't care anyway, and i had completely forgotten about going home at an appropriate time, because i held his hand and he held mine, and we strolled through the unfamiliar streets, laughing and making jokes as if we've known each other for years
to the boy who went by a really stupid nickname, and he knew that it was stupid, and he didn't mind that i bursted out laughing at him, but when i asked for his real name, it ended up being such a pretty name that i had to ask, "why don't people just call you that?" to which he shrugged
to the boy who accompanied me back to my dorm (my school doesn't even have dorms irl), who i also offered to come inside my dorm with, because i didnt want to let him go just yet, and we both knew that it was against the rules, because he's not a student in this school and it was the girls' dorms, but he followed me inside anyway, and i was selfishly elated that id get to spend more time with him
to the boy who's phone number i couldn't properly add, but still patiently stood by me as i kept attempting to add him to my contacts, and how that was the last thing we did before i woke up, as if my own subconscious was telling me, that i was never meant to hold on to him,
i may not truly remember your face, but i do remember your rosy cheeks and your soothing voice. i may not truly remember your real name, but i knew that it started with an "A" and i knew that i loved your name. i may not truly remember your form, or even your algebraic looking phone number, but i certainly remember how you made me feel.
how natural it was to joke with you, how warm it felt when we held hands, how friendly and laid-back you were, how you made me forget about rules and decency because i just wanted to stay with you longer.
it was only yesterday that i saw you in my dreams, so i decided to draw you as best as i can. i hope i managed to capture your essence.
i want to say that i wish you were real and that i wish i could meet you in person, but in my dream, there were many odd signs that seems like some kind of omen. the first of it being your nickname translating to "stop", and the last of it being your indistinguishable number. of course, i wouldn't have been able to properly interpret your number—it was a dream. nothing there makes sense.
still, there was an emphasis of a struggle to keep your number. i remember feeling confused and how clumsy i felt when trying to add you. and oddly enough, you didn't even.. say anything about it either. you didn't even laugh at me, when we've been laughing at each other and with each other just earlier.
i wonder, did you know then? did you know that we weren't meant to be? did you know that i meant to wake up after this? did you know that you weren't meant to stay this long? you weren't even meant to enter my dorm, and my dream roommate had even caught us and threatened to report us. but you followed me anyway. you stayed anyway.
i think that im not meant to meet you. that dream wasn't a prophecy, but merely a mirror. you were a reflection, showing me the kind of person that i need. and as much as i miss you, and how i wish that you can still stay—i want to thank you. for staying with me as long as you could. for trying to give me your card and for getting stranded in some random neighborhood with me. thank you for showing me the kind of feelings that i deserve to feel when i will eventually meet someone.
I made myself an oc-tober list ✨ not even to like make sure I finish the challenge, just because I felt like it and to give myself options that work for my characters and interests lol I don’t think I’ll get to all of these. If you do see a prompt you’d specifically like to see me draw for any of my characters, send me an ask to guide my decision making 😌 it does not have to be in the “proper week” or in order or anything, and you're welcome to send them early!
So as it says, feel free to use! And maybe tag me if you do :D I wanna see even more ocs this year
