hello hi! i've clawed my way out of hell and i ended up here
✰. my name's rocco! i use any pronouns, so genuinely go wild
✰. my previous account (which i lost access to) was @starbamnk, if anyone is familiar with my previous game
✰. i am an art + writing based blog
✰. my writing can be found on ao3
✰. if you know me irl no you do not!!!
✰. i go insane and become deeply annoying about everything that i love, so. heads up for that
✰. romeo and juliet, the magnus archives, hermitcraft, dungeons and dragons, lifesteal, unstable universe, sanders sides, smosh, bunch of friends, bbc merlin
✰. an explanation for the tagging system under the cut
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- #roart is anything that I personally have made that has to do with visual arts, be it a sketch in my english homework, a full scale digital drawing, or a silly animation!
- #rowriting is anything writing related, such as drabbles, fics, oneshots, or one-off scenes ive written. and once again, here's my ao3
- #roetry will be anything that my pea brain decides is profound. im using poetry as a sort of loose term to describe things i find poetic
- #rorambles is anything that's just me yapping. pretty straightforward, (it will probably be my most used tag lol)
- #rodnd is for anything that is dnd related, specific to me and my campaigns. (bp, afh) (you will unfortunately be hearing a lot about my girls [aryan and mira])
- and lastly, #roresponds is anytime i answer an ask
Love how most, if not every ship with Ryland Grace is portrayed by the fandom as "this can be romantic or platonic or both". Everyone unanimously agrees that Grace's attraction to people is ambiguous, undefined, and ever-changing. Joy.
my fav relationship ship dynamic is where it doesn't matter if you call it platonic or romantic or queerplatonic because they always act the same in every type of relationship. and the way they act? fucking weird.
I’ve fallen victim to the crossover ship of a lifetime. (I’m writing a fic of them called Missing Piece by smol_ghosts. This was a thank you I drew for the support it’s gotten ❤️)
a core memory of mine is an ex-friend threatening (threatening, bro) that if i stopped hanging out with them, they would tell my parents about the times i confided in them about having suicidal thoughts because they knew my mom freak and scramble to get me (probably sub-par) help
the concept of 15-year-old me staying friends with this asshole because i preferred a friendship that fundamentally made me a worse person over the CHANCE of getting subjected to what people pretend would "fix me"
ancient roman women whose husband keeps looking at the neighbour's boy quintus and he never looks at her that way and she can't even chainsmoke in the kitchen because they don't have marlboro blues in ancient times. and she can't even go to the club because they haven't discovered drum and bass music yet. her friend clodia's having visions of a woman named doechii but neither of them knows what that means
Character duo where one *remembers I don’t like fitting characters into trope boxes* is a completely fleshed out and realised person *remembers treating characters as real people and not story devices written with intent is bad* who is written by the author and *remembers death of the author* uh. And *fumbles and drops my pile of queue cards* ah fuck wait no *the menacing horse* what was that.
me mentally: these characters have a relationship that cannot be defined by any one thing and reaches throughout the narrative and is so woven into their characters that trying to force it under one label would be inaccurate and doing it a disservice.
“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times
after YEARS of seeing this quote online and finding it to be the most deeply and resoundingly profound writing i finally found the source article and absolutely nothing could prepare me for this opening paragraph
Had the idea that after Thomas pierced his ears Remus wanted more so he would use random things like nails, thumb tacks, safety pins, etc. as earrings, and I came up with the little comic between him and Janus
