#abor

[guysofeurovision]

[stupido-mirko]

[girlbowser]

Just wanted to drop in and say I love the way you write Roxy and Viri.

Take care

viri is my name irl and viri is me irl :3 (so is emma obviously, but viri is what people call me)

viri is also roxy lalonde in a trenchcoat irl ...

i haven't made much progress on chapter 6 (which will be a viroxy chapter) yet, but i have a rough outline... in the meantime, i wrote some very silly crossover shitposts between a few of my fics!

here's A Bed of Roses x Bro-Coded:

Rose stared at the two girls in front of her. Both of them stared back, blinking eerily in-sync. The girl on the left - that was familiar ground. That was her mother, displaced in time (well, really, she was the one displaced), wearing a gaudy pink cat t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned coat. She stared at Rose with something like wry, knowing amusement, even though Rose was sure her mother knew about as much as she did. The other girl was the unknown factor. Sure, she'd known that the Quad-Wizard Tournament would require participants from four schools, and one of them was from America. And sure, she knew that the odds of strangers looking like familiar people wasn't nothing, all things considered. She'd seen the front page of Imgur once or twice -- "this stranger could be my secret twin" posts weren't unheard of. But the other girl blinked at Rose with delicate bright pink eyes, and some part of her wanted to stab the impostor dead on the spot. "You look like you wanna stab me," said the other girl lightly, thick Texan accent reminding Rose of the Striders. "An' I'm not sure what I did to deserve that." Was there another paradox clone John had just lost track of? Did it make any sense at all for there to somehow be two Roxies? ...Come to think of it, it didn't make sense for there to be two Roses, either, assuming she was going to be born later this year, but -- "I love your robes, bee tee dubs," said Roxy to the other girl. "I'm, like. So fucking jealous. I fucking LOVE wizards." The other girl smiled. "Same," she said. "Was pretty goddamn happy about the letter, lawl." God, they even talked similar, accent or no. Rose cleared her throat. This madness had to end. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked the second Roxy. "R--" said the other girl, before stopping herself, sending Rose's eyebrows sky-high. After a moment, she opened her mouth again. "My name's Viri." "I'm Roxy," said Rose's mom, and oh goddammit, was she making FRIENDS with the impostor?!

and here's ABOR x Bro-Coded x Worm!

"I'm Seer, from the Brockton Bay Wards," said Rose, blandly. "Rogue, from New York," said a very familiar voice. Rose's breath caught. Without even thinking, she had grabbed the other girl, running over to a corner. "Mom?" she asked, shakily, pulling down her mask. "It's me, Rose." She was sure. She had to be right. The other girl's expression was unreadable, but Rose's breath caught in her throat when she saw the pink eyes. It had to be her. "My name is Viri," said Rogue, and Rose felt her whole world start to shatter apart. "But..." She bit her lip, and Rose just stared. "I used to try the name Roxy for myself, when I first started transitioning. Does that... mean anything to you?" "It does," said Rose, breathless. "It is you." A hand on her shoulder. She turned around. Dean. "Not that I want to interrupt whatever is happening here," her fellow Ward said, voice muffled by his helmet. "But we are in the middle of an event, Seer." He gestured at something, and Rose numbly followed the motion to find her mask still in her hands. "Oh," she said. With one last look at Roxy-- no. Viri-- no, they were on the clock, call her Rogue-- She took a deep breath, put her mask back on, and walked back over to join her team. We'll be talking more went unspoken, as she glanced back at Rogue. Rogue nodded, as if she'd gotten the message. God. This was like finding Dave all over again.

:3

i have one other secret snip... i'll post it if you leave another ask :33

[chibi-pix]

I miss drawing for Altean Born, Olkari Raised AU. I miss little adventurous barefoot Pidge who is terrified of being in water.  Anyway! It took forever to figure out what I was going to draw. It was suggested to draw her experimenting or studying, but I struggled with that. Somehow I ended up drawing her in a tree, looking out at the scenery. 

Well, I hope you all enjoy this one.  Until next time.

[owlpip]

what does ”geryon went flickering” mean?

it’s a quote from my favourite book, Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson. it’s actually where the caption for this post comes from and the username for my personal blog. i don’t really talk about it here because it’s something that means a lot to me though i’ve shared a little bit of the art i’ve done for abor. if you want to know more about it i’ve talk about it a bit on my personal blog. i highly recommend it for people who are fans of myths brought into modern times and poetry, but there’s a lot of traumatic things that are described in the book such as dissociation, sexual assault, and emotional abuse.

[theophagism]

the constant and inherent desire to reread autobiography of red

[armthearmour]

A lovely bamboo helmet, Abor, Burma, probably ca. 19th century, housed at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

[murallamuerta]

Quién fuera sushi para entrar así en tu boca.

Para dedicar.