You are called the SIGNLESS. You have various INTERESTS that you dabble in when you aren't busy INCITING REVOLUTION. You are some kind of QUADRANT GURU according to NOBODY EVER, but trolls keep asking you to SORT OUT THEIR TERRIBLE LIVES. Helping them is secretly a nice break from BEING AWFUL AT SICKLEKIND and NOT GETTING YOUR FRIENDS KILLED, but you enjoy ACTING LIKE IT'S A TOTAL PAIN IN THE ASS.
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((Okay, so funny story. I managed to meet up with acreamearedsweeper at Ohayocon. And she gave me this stunning fanart of my fanart. My brain did some kind of acrobatic fucking pirouette off my feelings. Thank you so much, darling. I’m sorry I was too busy making high-pitched girly noises to be like, interesting or competent. And that I was wearing a ridiculous hat.
((That’s a warning to anyone who meets me in person, by the way. Like, do not be afraid to approach me at a con. I am not cool or intimidating. I cosplay people who are cool and intimidating
unlike Signless! So I should really stay in character, and when I meet someone who says they read my blog, I should say, “Oh, thanks, I appreciate it,” or something.
((Instead I short-circuit with emotions and go, “OH. OH NO, WHY DO YOU READ MY BLOG? I, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, I’M NOT SURE HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS, AHHHHHHH. ;A; CAN I TOUCH YOUR FACE??” While flailing. It’s a mess.
((So like, I guess if I’m cosplaying Darkleer, and you want Darkleer to hug you and start crying, while confirming your headcanon that Darkleer is in fact a soprano, then please come say hello. And in case I’m too busy losing my shit, I’ll go ahead and say now: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I will keep working hard and doing my best.))