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Weeping Fountain, watercolor and ink.

Bartholomew

Dolores

Norman

Harold

Magnolia

Names that are normal for babies but weird when you're old:

Maddison

Tanner

Skylar

Mckenzie

Logan

Names that are normal for old people and normal for babies:

Elizabeth

Mary

Michael

Finnegan

Peter

Names that are weird when you're a baby and weird when you're old:

Radish

Kerosene

Australopithecus

Anthill

Hegemony

Names that are weird when you're normal:

Balthazar

Romulus

Clandestia

Persephone

Kremulon

Names that are normal when you're weird:

It's heartbreaking. Left and right people are having to hole themselves away because they're terrified of being harassed and threatened.

Fandom used to be a place of fun and whimsy and fanart and fics used to be adored. Now more and more creators are forced to stop being online entirely because of how at each others throats everyone is.

I hope they get peace of mind. This is just awful all around. Fandom is dying because people refuse to be better.

Harassers will go out of their way to spew hate and unfounded nonsense but won’t take five seconds to post something positive in their own spaces, and when we don’t do the same, when we don’t show support or thanks or even a fucking heart emoji, creators and artists alike feel like no one’s in our corner and that no one cares.

Fandom is dying. Fandom is becoming toxic to the point people who do this for a LIVING are throwing in the towel. And being silent and scrolling by and not even giving a share to spread their works or a like or a shout out- not even commenting to the people who are spewing the hateful shit- it’s letting it die without a fight.

It’s just so fucking sad. Fandom is all I have to escape the real world bullshit and now somehow, it’s being taken away from me too.

See what I’m wearing? Chest plate of The Burning Scourge. Shin guards of All To Frost. Shoulders are Decorated Phoenix and NOTHING else, you know why? Cuz the damn cowardly knave in the Decorated Phoenix armor set CLAIMED the whole fit was a women’s 6. You know what’s NOT a women’s 6? A damn chest plate I could swim in. A foe could Iron Maiden me through the arm holes with an arrow 100 feet off. Had to pawn the fucking thing for change. A Phoenix Set.

And some of us are stupider. Petrichor looted The Harness of Hermes off some dead sod and the damn things were 2 sizes too small for his feet. I said “Petrichor your mother named you for wet mud, don’t prove you have the mental faculties to match” not that he listened. Bled his heels off every second mission wearing those. “Why should I care of the ills of man’s feet when I can walk as Hermes on the clouds?” Because it burns 0.1 mana per full wing’ed stride and Pet never had more than half a decent man’s mana. He walked more than he ever “strode the air.” Died of gangrene 6 months later. You guessed it! Foot infection. I wouldn’t be so mad but Pet was our only archer and we lost 2 good soldiers to ranged attacks a month later.

Riddler: ...what's this?

Batman: *heavy sigh* I'm hiring you for a job

Riddler: I beg your finest pardon?