#I have never drawn so many people in a piece wow

[bethanyeliseart]

The Fantastic Four Family🩵💫

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒06

꒰ —♡ C O R R U P T I O N ﹒ K I N K ꒱

EVENT MASTERLIST !

FEATURING ! archon!scara, lyney, dottore, kaeya x fem!reader

WARNINGS ! corruption obvs!!, reader wearing a collar, shibari/bondage, electrostimulation, cunnilingus + fingering, mentions of using aphrodisiac, dottore's clones involved, some name calling, praise + degradation

NOTE ! wow so early!!! (not) i can't tag some people again.... erm... anyway!!! i overused a few words here ngl—also 2 are proofread, 2 aren't. thank u all for your patience i've been so busy with school it's tiring 😭😭

[ chérie - darling, amour - love ]

event taglist— @yukiitaooo @scara6 @kanaedd @ciarchivez @returningluv @im-the-ruler-here @kateybuggi @asimpforpeople @ju1yyyzzz @saturnsapothecary @supercoolusernameomg @uchihaeirin @anon-eu @gojoswife201 @abeitriz @mechanical-lily @breadybuu @dawning-bliss @poisonedmoonl1ght @nothingfuninthislife @eunchaeluvr @cuntz0ne @zomzomb1e @bitchylillyrose @zxdksimpo @kikosaidbye @bleubirdinthesky @rottmntrulesall @angelofdarkness2 @kvronushi @adeptuscharm

—ARCHON!SCARAMOUCHE

corrupting you is a piece of cake for scaramouche; it's his favorite thing to do. an adorable, obedient, little shrine maiden as his personal slut? all for himself at his mercy? sign him up. oh and of course, to make sure you take all that he gives with no resistance whatsoever—he'll make sure to tie you up one way or another. in this case, he decided to take it easy, bounding your wrists together at your back while a collar was around your neck.

"there you go~" he coos in a teasing manner, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he guides you in riding him. "feels good, hm?" all that you could do was nod and moan helplessly in response as you let him take full control over your body, "mmh, now that i'm thinking of it, you've never been fucked properly before, right?" he grins darkly as he sees you nod; it's true, he is your first after all. a whimper slips past your lips when he abruptly pulled out before situating you down onto the soft velvet sheets of the mattress, pushing your legs further down until you were practically folded in half, "this is what you call a mating press, doll~" he chuckles before slamming his cock inside you once again, pulling at the leash attached to your collar roughly, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him. "oh, don't look at me like that, darling. i might just have to fuck you harder~" and as per his words, his hips began to sharply buck against yours as he observed each and every one of your moans, from the quiet ones to the loud ones that ripped through your throat and making your voice crack out of pure pleasure. not even a minute later, you squirt around his cock whilst it was still thrusting in and out of you at a quick and rough pace, "so adorable~" a scream was drawn from you as his fingers went down to your clit to unexpectedly send a short, weak zap of electro as a way to stimulate you further. "oh come on, i know you like that~ you're just a shy little slut waiting for the right man to break you apart, huh? well... luckily for you, your god himself will be the one ruining you real good~"

—LYNEY SNEZHEVICH

hear me out... soft dom lyney teaching you the ways of romance through intense intimacy and pushing your limits. :3 stimulating you with endless, overwhelming pleasure!!

"can you do one more for me, chérie~?" lyney's fingers and mouth have been skillfully dealing with you for a while now; digits thrusting inside you as they hit all the perfect spots so delicately, his lips wrapped around your swollen clit, gently licking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. you let out whimpers as he continued just that, "you've already came for me so many times, hehe~ a reward should be granted, yes?" before you could protest and say anything at all, he stands up from where he was kneeling and pulls you by the thighs towards the edge of the bed, "mmh~ your sweet fluids are all over your thighs now..." he frowns, "...let me fix that and fill you up with my own cum, hmm~?" without another warning, he easily slides his cock inside your warmth, letting out a small moan at the feeling of your walls engulfing him whole. "feels so good, amour~" he teases as his eyes were fixated on your reactions—body shaking as your lips were parted, gasping for air, moaning and whimpering softly as he started a gentle pace that slowly increased in intensity. "oh, that fucked out look on your face looks so innocent... yet so dirty at the same time~"

—IL DOTTORE

oh, the doctor, experimenting once again, like always! now... who's the best test subject for a rather "intimate" one? of course, his innocent lover.

"how do you feel, my pet?" he says and pats your head gently like how he would to a dog. his thrusts within your cunt were slow and deep, deliciously stretching you out with each snap of his hips, "i knew it... your tough demeanor earlier was nothing but a thin shield. you really thought you could resist me?" he lets out a small laugh, mocking you, "you're just a weak girl on the inside, waiting for someone to tear her pride and dignity to shreds~" he chuckles darkly and reaches forward to fondle at your breasts delicately, "i can't wait to slowly break you apart~" suddenly, he snaps his hips forward as the pace of his thrusts increases, along with the force he was putting in it, constantly hitting your g-spot perfectly. "hah~ that aphrodisiac must be kicking in by now, no? you already look so fucked out and i can feel you getting wetter by the second." he says in a teasing manner, spreading your legs further apart with the help of his clones to hold you down as some of them were touching your cheek delicately, your neck, and your breasts. dottore's hand that was fondling you going down to grip on your hips to steady his rough pace, "focus on me, darling. focus on who's fucking you~" all of that was enough to send you over the edge as you cum hard, walls contracting around his cock that was still busy abusing your pussy, using it as roughly as he always wanted to. "i'm gonna turn you into the sluttiest whore ever~"

—KAEYA ALBERICH

oh... this sly, flirty, smooth talking cavalry captain. he always thought your pure and innocent nature was so adorable, it was his favorite trait of yours. he thinks he's so lucky to have that same girl bent over his desk, begging for more of his rough loving.

"whore." kaeya spat out, thrusting hard inside your cunt from behind as his hand firmly grips at your ass, spanking it. "look at you... moaning all for me, begging for my cock. you that addicted already, huh?" you nod, "good." he smirks mischievously as you let out a lewd scream the moment the tip of his cock kissed your g-spot delightfully, again and again, driving you insane and making your body jolt with each buck of his hips. "fuck—you're too good~ come on, beg me some more. beg me to fuck you senseless~" with a rough thrust forward, it hits a deep part of you that had you cum undone for the umpteenth time. "oh?" kaeya sighs softly, "how am i gonna make you beg when all that's slipping out of your pretty lips are lewd moans and mumbles? hmm~?" he say in a teasing way, "fine then, just keep moaning for me, 'kay~?" his fingers find their way to your clit, pleasuring you further by rubbing it in a way that matched the pace of his thrusts; his other hand making its way up to wrap his long fingers around the back of your neck, holding you down, cheek pressed flat against the cold wood of the table. "even without saying a word, i know all you want right now is for me to fuck you~ just be a good girl and take it all, and i'll keep giving you more~"

[justzawe]

Zawe Ashton reveals she got into the 'best shape' of her life in The Marvels but had to reshoot the film after becoming pregnant

Zawe Ashton has revealed she got into 'the best shape' of her life while filming The Marvels but ended up having to reshoot the film after becoming pregnant.

The actress, 39, portrays the warrior Dar-Benn in the film opposite stars, Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris and Iman Vellani.

Zawe, who admitted to being 'traumatized' from working in Hollywood, felt the grueling training regime required for the blockbuster 'empowered' her.

Speaking at the Bazaar At Work Summitt 2023, she said: 'There was this opportunity for me to get in the best shape in my life [with The Marvels] which I really hadn't been in – getting fit and in shape, but strong and eating well, was a massive part of this journey for me. 

'And then the process of learning stunts and fighting is probably one of the most empowering things that I've ever done.'

Zawe welcomed her first child with her partner Tom Hiddleston last October, with the pregnancy interfering with the shoot.

She said: 'I thought the film was finished, and I got pregnant and had my baby. And then they told me to come back and reshoot basically the whole movie. 

'That, to me, has been the biggest journey with this movie: my physical wellness, my ability to endure, to mentally switch back into that place, postpartum, and come back, and try and kick some ass again. That's really what the landmark of the film is to me now.'

Zawe also spoke about working in the film industry as a young actress and how there were not many measures in place to protect performers from exploitation.

She said: 'I'm probably deeply traumatised! I was working at a point in our industry that is so different from industry that we are working on making for ourselves now. There were no safety protocols. 

'There were no conscious ways that we were thinking about protecting young women. I sort of wipe my brow sometimes, thinking: 'Wow, I actually emerged quite unscathed.' 

'There are so many different ways that we're thinking consciously about protecting the people who are working in front of and behind the camera now.' 

Zawe elaborated on sexism in the industry, saying she felt 'fatigued' from spending so much time worried about her looks.

She said: 'I realised that I'd spent nearly 30 years as an actor, but I'd also sort of spent 30 years performing as a woman, and I felt suddenly so tired.'

'That kind of patriarchal eye, that just gazes on you since birth, it suddenly felt really like that had depleted me in a very deep way.'

'I was suddenly hit with this fatigue, where I didn't want to think about my face, or about my hair and my looks. I didn't want to think about how I could keep presenting myself for a camera or a lens that basically represents this very, very problematic gaze.'

'Where do we draw the line? This is all part of the same spectrum. If you're not seeing women's humanity, if you're not seeing a full human life when you're thinking about the ways that you're putting these kinds of [character breakdown] descriptions together, then the extreme end of the spectrum is you're not valuing women, and that's a much bigger conversation than my industry.'

The actress, who was born to a Ugandan mother and an English father, also spoke about representation on screen.

She said: 'When I starred in period drama, Mr. Malcom's List, there was suddenly this healing moment. I had never ever seen any actor who looked like me invited to the table to perform these entertainment pieces. 

'I hadn't known necessarily that I was hurting so much, until I saw that representation happen, and the success of it take everyone by storm.'

'Growing up as a young biracial girl in Hackney, I was really drawn to the left-field, drawn to the alternative. And part of the bullying I encountered in my teens was because of that. 

'There weren't really any people of colour who were representing this alternative landscape. When I got the part of Vod in Fresh Meat, I thought: 'This is now my opportunity to be that for someone else who didn't maybe have it.' 

'I was willing to do whatever it took to make that character as edgy and authentic as I felt she could be, so that it would invite that person who is not seeing that kind of representation on screen, to really feel seen.'

 Zawe, who has not revealed the name or sex of her child, told how she feels like she is 'growing up' with her baby.

She said: 'The most surprising thing for me has been how quiet I feel like I've gone in motherhood.'

'Right now, it's been really about collecting women's stories. For some reason, we don't value ageing in our society. And there are women who have given me nuggets of wisdom that I literally could not live without. And they are all over the age of 60.

'Why we're not opening a platform and listening to women who have actually lived life is crazy to me. I'm a new mum. I know so little. I'm growing with my child… the child is going to teach you and lead you if you're open to it, and that's the moment to enjoy so much.'

(x)

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

Looking To Commission Art! (UPDATED)

UPDATE: Wow! I was not expecting so many people to respond to this post! In all honesty, it became very overwhelming and a little bit much for my socially awkward self to cope with. I am no longer looking for a commission, and I thank everyone for reaching out to me. It was wonderful to see all of your art, and I will do my best to message everyone back when I get the chance and some more spoons. Thank you again!

Hello! I am looking for someone I can commission a piece from for an upcoming chapter for my fic, Chosen Horizons. There is one scene that I desperately wish to see drawn, but I am unable to do it myself. In my searching, I've noticed that many artists who have done a lot of bagginshield art have their commissions closed, and I am absolutely terrible at searching for an artist to commission from (my last commission I made was in person at a convention...I've never commissioned a piece online before). If anyone who sees this has open commissions themselves, or knows someone who does, please reach out to me! I'd love to discuss working with you on getting this piece created.

If you don't know an artist, or aren't an artist, but enjoy my fic and would like to see one of my favorite scenes in a future chapter be drawn, feel free to reblog this so others might be able to see it!

I'm looking forward to working with many artists for this fic, especially now that I've started a new job and can begin to afford things like this, so thank you all in advance!

[theragsagainstthemachine]

Yes, it matters.

One pleasure I get-and maybe this goes for every artist- is the “ah” moment I get when someone first looks at a piece they commission from me.

These moments happen at a convention where I’m face to face with the audience. They range from unmitigated joy to discernment from people trying to calculate the resale value.

So clearly it’s the joy we’re after.

(side-note: I really don’t care if someone wants to resell any of my pieces. I assume they eventually go to someone who wants it proudly displayed. Just have the common decency to appreciate it with a smile when you do receive it.)

When I mail out a piece, there’s always the anxiety that something will go wrong with the mail, despite my best efforts. So when I get a response that it got there safely, there’s relief. Sometimes I even get a “wow, it looks so much better in real life.”

That makes me smile.

The “I’m sure you get this all the time,” can be true but it never gets old. Between the beginning of starting a piece and the hundreds of calculations you think through (no, it’s not all muscle memory) to the final “ah” moments, that’s what gives me verification.

That’s why I do it.

And then, there’s something absolutely beautiful:

“Hi Rags,

Alan Neal in Canada writing, with a long overdue final THANK YOU for the incredible "Black Canary and radio" sketch... the one that got lost by the airline before you got to Ottawa!... but did arrive in the mail.

I know I told you how much I loved it, but I really did want to write to say how great it is to have your work up on the wall in our house. Maybe you get sick of people telling you how great your work is, but I figure it can't hurt to tell you again. :) I have been so swamped with family stuff that just having a moment to write seems so hard to come by.

Anyway...

My wife said "I think it's time to showcase the Canaries in the living room", and so we have hung them all up, and just love the way they look.

I know so often you must do these works and send them off into the world and not know what they mean to people. So I just wanted to say they mean a lot. The joy they bring and the discussions they launch, the details that people mention to me, the way they provide both escape and happiness, allow someone to be both nostalgic and present.

Everyone who comes over is instantly drawn to yours. You did such a beautiful job conveying the joy of Dinah listening to music, and it once again showcases your skill with expressions and movement. It's just stunning.

I also think the framer did a great job (I went with harvest gold as the matte because it was the "it" colour of 1973 :))

So I just wanted to send you a thanks and show you what it looks like, surrounded by many who we've now lost... George Perez, Neal Adams, Dick Giordano, Ramona Fradon... as well as Kat Hudson, Mike Grell, Jamal Igle, Gisele Lagace, and a lovely piece where Gail Simone did the "script" and Tom Fowler did the art. Someday I'll track down Jose-Luis Garcia Lopez and Phil Jimenez :) The living room "gallery" of Black Canaries and radios is below. :)

Sorry that this is a long blathering note, but putting up all the art has just reminded me of how special it is, and how lucky I am, so wanted to say thanks, and hope all is well.

All the best, sir!”

Alan

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters & WoW (World of Warcraft)

TH Masterlist

Eddie Brock

There is no end to their bickering. Each play session is filled with what others may think are progressively more aggressive monologues, but you know are essentially Eddie and Venom being like an old married couple.

It all started when you booted up the MMO to play together for the first time. Eddie was immediately drawn to the Pandaren race and Druid class. Unfortunately, the symbiote had other preferences, namely playing as a Draenei Rogue.

“But they’re pandas! Look at how cute they are!” A moment of silence. “They are *not* prey! They’re vicious killers, if need be, but they’re also endangered.” Another moment of silence. “Druids are cool because they can change into all sorts of animals.” Venom evidently wasn’t convinced. “I know pandas are animals, but these are Pandaren. That’s different.”

“Uhm, are we still gonna play or sit here all night? If so, I’m just gonna play on my own,” you cut in, growing impatient.

Before you knew it, you had a Pandaren Druid by your side. However, the session thereafter, you had a Draenei at your side.

“He thinks they’re cool because they’re similar to aliens,” Eddie explained with a light grumble.

Race & Class: Pandaren Druid & Dranei rogue

Alfie Solomons

Is it any surprise Papa Solomons is against night time gaming? Alfie will not so subtly close your laptop, regardless of whether you’re doing or a dungeon or not, when you don’t heed his warning of “ten minutes, no more, because you know blue light’s bloody bad for your eyes and sleep.”

If you have a PC, he’ll perform a hard shut off. Say what you will, but he’s handy enough to know how to do one.

Despite his strict gaming rules, Alfie will make sure that whoever you’re playing with can hear him in the background, especially if it’s a guy. That being said, if it’s a dude you were playing with, Alfie won’t tell you to never do so again. He’d never even get it in his noggin to shut you out from other people.

Though he does like to remind you of who you’re with in the bedroom.

Still, Papa Solomons love his ‘little nerdy dove’ to bits and pieces. But not enough to pay for micro transactions. Sorry, you’re on your own when it comes to that.

If he played, he’d be a Night Elf Warrior. Or so he claims, but you think he fits the grumpy Tauren Hunter character better.

Race & Class: Night Elf Warrior or Tauren Hunter

Tommy Conlon

Tommy is the last person to comment on your sleeping schedule and to not come across as hypocritical, he lets you have your WoW night sessions. There’s one condition, though. Keep it down or the PC/laptop will be turned off and forfeited for three days.

He made a promise to himself as a young kid to never become like his father, to never be as devoid of love and responsibility as Paddy. To love his girl right. Henceforth, Tommy makes sure you know he holds nothing but affection and adoration despite his occasionally gruff demeanour.

Many a night he drapes a blanket over your shoulders to prevent you getting cold, more often than not followed by a kiss to back of head. In answer, you lightly squeeze his hand, reassuring him of your love and appreciation in return. It’s through small acts like these you have built and continue to build your relationship.

He likes to watch you play, but is still a bit hesitant to try it himself. Currently, he’s thinking about trying to play as a Worgen Death Knight.

Class & Race: Worgen Death Knight

Forrest Bondurant

Forrest has gained a reputation as your mysteriously silent and stoic boyfriend among your fan base. Everyone fawns over because he brings you snacks, water, tea, or coffee. However, if you want the latter, you’d have to ask really nicely because caffeine on top of blue light is something Forrest tries to protect you from as much as possible. Occasionally, especially if you’re streaming at night, he’ll pop by to drape a blanket (he crocheted) over your shoulders.

Nevertheless, the chat had never exploded to the degree it did last night. They went positively wild when Forrest brought you tea with a slice of homemade apple pie and sat down next to you.

“What’re you doing?” Frowning, you tried to read him and discover the reason for this sudden change in behaviour. Normally, he’d pop by and leave in an instant without so much as a word. A pat on the head at most.

Forrest remained quiet, but below the desk you felt him gripping your thigh.

“Jealous someone will try to be my player number two?” you whispered.

Forrest vaguely nodded then settled against you, shoulder to shoulder. “Eat your pie before it gets cold. Don’t want no ruining food.”

And thus he sat there like a stoic bear for the rest of the stream, though he did only leave once to clear the dishes from your desk and return with a bottle of moonshine and two glasses.

During your rare private sessions, Forrest plays either as a Human Hunter or, surprisingly, Dwarf Hunter. He likes the fact you get to keep an animal companion and shoot with a crossbow. Indeed, he’s not one for guns, though he will use one when it’s better than his current bow or crossbow.

Race & Class: Human Hunter & Dwarf Hunter

Tag list: @hecatemoon87 @buttercupsandboys @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @vir-tual @babaohhhriley @hoodeddreams13 @mollybegger-blog @rose-like-the-phoenix @dreamlandcreations @zablife

[violetsareblue-selfships]

First Impressions

Ship: Yelan x April | Word Count: 1063 | Warnings/Tags: First Meeting, Pre-relationship (duh)

A/N: Happy birthday, Yelan~ Here's the fic I promised :D

Soft harp music drifts down the streets of Liyue Harbor, capturing the attention of those window-shopping or milling about. It's not so strange for performances to be given at all hours of the day at the various stages set up in the city, but the instrument itself is odd. But not so odd as to put people off.

Yelan has to admit even from a distance that the sound is beautiful. Honestly, if it were one of her free days, even she would go to check out the scene and see who's playing such a beautiful piece.

But, alas, she can't. And who knows if they'll still be performing by the time she's finished tracking this person down?

Such are the breaks of her job… Yelan shakes off her feelings and continues to follow the clues left behind, which incidentally brings her closer to the source of the music.

A smirk rests on her lips as she realizes that her perpetrator must have also been drawn in by the pretty music, effectively killing two birds with one stone for her. She can listen in, see who's playing, and catch him once the performance is over.

Yelan stays to the back of the crowd, nodding a little when she sees who she's been tracking in the crowd. Her eyes flick towards the stage for a brief moment, intending on only looking for a second to see if she recognizes them.

She doesn't, but that's not the point.

The woman playing is beautiful. Maybe more so than her music. Yelan can't quite bring herself to look away even as the song ends. The performer flashes a brilliant smile at the crowd and thanks them once again for coming, her smile turning softer as she starts playing a new song.

If Yelan weren't hooked before, she certainly was now.

Her voice… Not only her speaking voice, which was lovely, but this new song has her singing a melody overtop her playing. And her singing voice is… wow.

Yelan would have never considered herself the type to fall for someone at first sight, or even to gain a crush so quickly, but it seems this one bard is the exception to that rule.

Despite the way her heart is pounding, Yelan vows to look into this bard in her free time. From appearance alone, she doubts that this woman is a crook of any kind but looks often deceive others. And she won't let herself indulge in her feelings unless she knows for certain that she can trust her.

Still, she keeps her eyes on the stage through the song. Some time near the end, the woman's eyes meet hers and Yelan has the delight in watching them widen a little as well as a pretty blush spreading across the bard's cheeks.

Yelan smirks a little. That's cute. She's been making eye-contact with her audience the whole time and Yelan is the one to fluster her?

Impressively, she doesn't stutter in her playing or in her singing despite this, and Yelan finds herself hoping that she is as innocent as she appears. It could be… fun getting to know her.

She stays through the entire performance, not lingering to talk to the performer like many others are. Instead, she follows the one that led her here away from the stage before following through with her job.

It is a shame, though, that she didn't even get the woman's name…

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Yelan lets out a soft sigh, rolling her shoulders back as she walks in the vague direction of the harbor. The evening lanterns have only recently been lit and she intends on indulging in the sight of the sunset over the water.

It isn't long after she settles in that she hears someone close by. Her guard raises a little but she doesn't visibly show it. It's more likely that this person also wants to watch the sunset and isn't a threat to her in any way, but it never hurts to be cautious.

Some time passes before the newcomer gasps, drawing Yelan to look over at them. Her eyes widen a little with recognition, mirroring the woman's own expression.

"I recognize you!" The woman--April, if Yelan's research was correct-- says, her voice still hushed to not disturb those nearby. "You were at my last performance, weren't you?"

Yelan laughs softly, her heart fluttering at the almost awed expression that crosses the bard's face. "Guilty. I couldn't resist the sound of your playing," Yelan admits, smiling a little when April brightens in response.

Introductions are quickly gotten out of the way and Yelan invites her to sit closer, both of them more focused on the other than on the now-setting sun.

The longer that they talk, the more Yelan is convinced that April is as genuinely sweet as she appears to be. When Yelan looked her up, there wasn't a single dark spot on her record and no evidence of anything being covered up either.

Yelan likes to think herself a good judge of character, so it does seem that April is trustworthy. Enough to become a friend at least, perhaps more if things work out that way.

The conversation lasts well past sunset to when the stars begin dotting the skies above. Yelan's truly enjoying herself, a little awed to have found someone that feels so easy to talk to.

April lets out a soft sigh. "I'm afraid I must be going. I have a performance scheduled early tomorrow…"

Yelan smiles at her. "It's alright. Would you like me to walk you to wherever you're going?" She asks, a hint of protectiveness slipping into her voice. The streets aren't always safe this time of night even with the Millelith patrolling as usual.

April laughs softly and shakes her head. "I'll be fine." She dusts herself off as she stands up and some light glints off the cryo vision hanging off her hip.

"Ah," Yelan says with a nod. "I see. Be careful."

"I will." April's eyes are soft as she says this. "Will I be seeing you at another performance?" Her voice is teasing yet hopeful all at once.

"Perhaps," Yelan says, smiling a little when April giggles, seeming pleased with that answer.

With that, the two bid each other goodnight and go their separate ways, both looking forward to a potential meeting in the future.

[theitcharchives]

I caved. I watched Loki S2

Loki season two was fine but too many of you are being insufferable about the series itself and its lore. Timelines and universes are not interchangeable things–a universe contains timelines according to the series' lore itself and I don't understand how people do not understand this. MCU Loki now holds the timelines of 199999. Quit throwing the 616 thing around (looking at you Feige) and talking about "worlds". Variants are the same people across timelines according to logic, that's why some of the Lokis in S1E5 (iirc episode number) made no sense–Mobius did.

The first season remains one of the worst things I've ever had the misfortune to see, so to say I'm pleasantly surprised by the second is something.

Be warned–pleasantly surprised does not mean "omg it's perfect" it means "I did not expect this measure of respect for character and narrative, there's some good points and there's definitely bad points".

Still, the first three episodes were boring. The narrative in them and in some places of the second three was clunky. Things were underexplained and impersonal, both rushed and scattered. X-05 did not appear outside of the first season premiere, not even the first season proper (according to the internet because I indeed had zero recollection of him and refuse to rewatch S1) yet the second season treats him as if the audience is familiar with him–and it's confusing as heck. I cannot even properly recall what exactly happened in those episodes because it was so clunky and scattered and half explained. Especially the characters and their goals and stakes. I barely cared for Loki's, let alone anyone else's–well except Ouroboros. I love that guy.

Wow, we have to save all these freed timelines? Sure. I mean it's the right thing to do, so let's do it. It would've been so easy to actually get the audience to personally care–have Loki realize in those infinite timelines, there were some he could be happy in. His mother, his brother, even his father to whom his attachment is not resolved, there had to be timelines where they were happy and safe, perhaps even with him. In some of those timelines, Loki gets his revenge on Thanos, he gets to heal. He comes to term with his birth and heritage, he remedies the wrongs he has been done and has done to others in turn. Yes, those timelines deserve to exist, because Loki should know he deserves to be happy too. His "friends" too. Those stories deserve to exist.

Speaking of under-explained... so at one point Loki just... gains control over time jumps? Like that? Did I miss something in the whole thing? Like if it's because it's him, according to The Who being what is important ("in magic", I would have expected) then say it.

Some pieces were predictable. The whole interrogation of X-05 match one and two, the ending path itself (I was surprised by the tree thing though), Loki pruning himself (did that scene really need to be drawn out like that? We get what's happening, get on with it).

Some pieces were drawn out like the self-pruning, like retrieving Victor Timely. The whole time I was like "You've seen him, you can block objects in mid-air and teleport people in cages, snatch him and throw him in a portal so he can see the TVA instead of just talking to him and convince him–why does he need to be convinced?? Show him!!?" Details like these, like the machine that makes the shrinking cubes being left at all in the cell, Ravonna not actually looking to see if any other minutemen were considering her offer before compressing them all (I guess they had to slim down the cast, but man), Loki the Jotun with super strength having to run kilometers to catch one human–silly.

Things that were left out–Thanos, completely. The Jotun heritage. Loki being the scapegoat child in the narcissistic royal family, all his conditioning. It is said he wants a throne, it is never acknowledged why: being groomed to do so since childhood through mentions he was born to be a king, upbringing, education, treatment by family and society. The gender fluidity and sexuality, though with the MCU's regard for those things, it's likely better they left them alone–though the lack of shapeshifting was miffing. New York was handled better than I would've expected, but still breezily.

Now to be fair, many things were good. B-5 outright stating that the pruning the TVA does is an atrocity and convincing others. I'm ambivalent about Loki and Mobius–their relationship in the first season was a terrible one, but they genuinely roped me in in the second. Some things were funny in that delicate way that doesn't need clownery and one-liners that I'd been missing ever since the first two Thor movies. Ouroboros (especially in episode 5–ouch, too close to home). The soundtrack, amazing. The acting came across as more heartfelt. I even managed to tolerate Sylvie in the last few episodes–and oh yeah, leaving romance of any kind out, completely. Thank fuck. Loki actually being the main character of his own series. The fifth and sixth episodes. The sets, the props also felt real. The final outfit is growing on me. The dialogues, the interactions, the camera work, my gods, some parts were amazing. I am willing to rewatch it to make more sense of things, and look at other MCU works to see if it will impact them. I had given up on the MCU–Loki roped me in, Loki gave me back some interest when I thought it was dead for good.

Oh I'm still mad all my searches for comics appearances are cluttered with MCU stuff. I'll be mad until it calms out. "What if it never-" then I guess I'll never stop holding a grudge and complaining.

In the end, I'm just glad Loki got his not-terrible ending. I don't like that his final choice and chance was to sacrifice himself and all his needs for others, sitting in a tree holding the 199999 universe's timelines together, alone after saying teary eyed that he doesn't want to be alone. But it's still better than how he was treated and discarded from T:Ragnarok to Infinity War, and it doesn't exclude Loki from showing up again, some way or the other.

Obligatory link to the Loki comics reading list.

[hangmanssunnies]

idk why people like to depict Jake as this selfish arrogant stone cold man when I watched the movie the first time I was so drawn to him I feel his backstory would literally break all our hearts and I’m uncomfortable with the fact that they made him the only guy with 2 confirmed kills they wanna make him the villain so bad but I keep thinking about the trauma of it all the guilt the nightmares even tho he’s awarded for these deeds even known by them but I still think his conscious is not giving him a break and I just wanna kiss his eyes and hands and you know when Hozier said “my baby never fret none about my hands and my body done and if the lord don’t forgive me I’d still have my baby and my babe would have me” I want a girl to love Jake like that.

wow I’m pmsing but had to share my thoughts I’m sad lmao also Glen’s chest hair swirls reminded me of Van Gogh’s Starry Night and I’m literally crying this man is a modern art piece

I think there are of course many ways to interpret and characterize Hangman. I mean if we are all being honest, the movie really gave us crumbs to work with here. And I think other people are valid to interpret him in their own ways. Now. That being said.....

The thought of loving Jake like a Hozier song makes me feel a little insane. Especially when we think about Glen being a modern art piece because he is. I mean, he can take my breath away in all of his photos. every time I see that he waxed his chest hair again I feel like starting a petition.

Thank you so much for sharing these thoughts, lovely. <3

[asexual-spongebob]

The waves that lap the shore - Chapter 20 - and then there were four. (Season finale)

Notes:

Wow? I made a mostly Kwazii and Paani chapter? Yes. With some shellso and twashi on the side. Wow? I made a chapter with more than 1000 words? Yes. I’ve been in a Kwazini mood lately so that definitely influenced this chapter- I also got Mellon Collie on CD for my birthday and I’ve been listening to it so that’s why Paani was listening to the smashing pumpkins. I wish I had gotten into the smashing pumpkins sooner cuz I love everything that I’ve heard <3 Stumbleine my beloved <3

Kwazii and Paani laid in Kwazii’s bed. 

Kwazii was showing Paani some of his sketches. 

However, he stopped when he got to a specific one. 

Kwazii remembered when he drew that. 

Kwazii sat on his bed with his sketch book as Gilmore Girls played in the background. He was going to draw sea monsters.

Kwazii made messy sketches as he watched. 

It’d been a bit later. Kwazii had paused the show to use the bathroom. But they noticed something. 

All of his doodles were of Paani. They had drawn a heart with Paani’s name in it. With little hearts  and flowers all over them. 

Kwazii dropped their pencil when they saw that. A embarrassed look appeared on their face.  Had it seriously drawn that?! Kwazii couldn’t believe its eyes. 

Kwazii felt a gasp escape his mouth is this what being in  love is like? Kwazii asked himself. 

••• 

“I drew this one night while watching Gilmore Girls” Kwazii said, pointing to the sketches. Paani admired each little line in the sketches, they looked like him. “that’s supposed to be me, right?” Paani asked, feeling a slight grin appear on his face, Kwazii nodded in response. 

Paani looked at the date. 

It had been the day before the “Kwazii lit Mako on fire” incident.

The day before everything went down. The day before they told each other everything. 

Paani then remembered what they were doing that day.

Paani was stretched out on his bed like a starfish, listening to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.

And i don’t even care

To shake these zipper blues

And we don’t know

Just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth. 

Paani was thinking of someone in particular while listening to that song. Kwazii.

Paani was holding Kwazii’s paw as they walked along the beach. He was wearing a fancy suit and loafers, Kwazii was just wearing his typical pirate clothes.

“Wanna go hang out at my place, Kwazii?”

“Yeah Matey. I’ve never been to your place before.”

“Maybe I could… sing you a song?” 

“Sure… I’d like that. I’ve never heard you sing before.” 

“Well. You will now.”

The world is a vampire. 

Paani then came back to reality. He jolted up.

Paani ripped his earbuds out of his ears. She rummaged through her closet, looking for her guitar.

It’s got to be here somewhere! Paani thought as she let out a grunt. Soon she found it. 

Paani placed it on his bed, opening the case and pulling it out. Realizing how dusty the case was. 

Paani started playing power chords. 

He had tuned it to “mayonnaise tuning” for a reason. 

“Oh Kwazii. Can I can I come to your house. We can dance to The Spice Girls in your room.” Paani sang softly, as he strummed his guitar.

Paani put it down for a moment, scribbling down lyrics on a piece of paper and the strum pattern. 

Paani then got back on track, singing lyrics and strumming.

••• 

“I wrote a song about you that day.” Paani admitted “you did?” Kwazii gasped “yeah.” Paani replied, getting off the bed to fetch his guitar. 

Paani came back, his guitar in his hands. They sat on the bed, and started playing.

Kwazii was impressed. They started blushing as Paani sang. They felt so lucky to have someone like Paani. 

Kwazii started to tear up a little. Surprisingly, he allowed himself. Not to many people had ever treated him this way. Let alone wrote a song about him. 

“I-I’m sorry- I’m just a bit emotional-“ Kwazii apologized, wiping a tear from its face “not many people have ever treated me this way..” Kwazii added “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” Paani said softly, understanding how Kwazii felt right now. 

Paani knew that Kwazii wasn’t used to being treated this way.

Paani put the guitar down on the floor, on top of its dusty ass case. “Wanna go down stairs and eat something?” Kwazii asked “sure” Paani replied, getting off the bed.

•••

Peso had just gotten back from a mission, it went straight to Shellington’s lab. “Hey Shellie!” Peso greeted “PESO!” Shellington jumped out of his chair and ran up to Peso, scooping him up in his arms, hugging him tightly and showering it in kisses.

“I missed you so much!” Shellington beamed “I was only gone for a few hours- Peso mumbled “I know.. I just really missed you..” Shellington replied, putting Peso down. 

“Wanna go get some hot cocoa?” Shellington asked “ sure” Peso smiled. 

•••

Peso and Shellington were drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen. Peso was wearing a weezer shirt that he had stolen from Shellington (which was, way too big for him.) and Shellington was wearing his middle aged man sliders and his pajamas.

“Wow look at those nerds!” Kwazii teased, Shellington rolled his eyes and let out a giggle “Me and Peso are gonna go somewhere” Shellington said “Yeah. And I’m driving.” Peso added, Peso and Shellington then went downstairs to the Launch Bay to go on there date.

•••

It’d been a few days since Paani played that beautiful song. 

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were near the beach. 

The song still rung in Kwazii’s head. He could still hear the sound of Paani’s soft singing against the beautiful mayonnaise tuning. 

“Hey. Maybe we should go stop by that juice place.” Peso suggested, interrupting Kwazii’s train of thought. 

The trio were walking down the boardwalk. “Yarrr what place?” Kwazii questioned “Palm & Citrus I’m assuming?” Shellington guessed “Yeah!” Peso clarified “come on mateys.” Kwazii guided as they walked to the cafe.

The three walked inside, that place looked like it was straight out of 2006, complete with old 2000s computers.

The interior was reminiscent of tropical bars, a cute box tv was on a little table. People some reruns of some old tv show that was playing. 

The group took a seat, Shellington ordered a mango smoothie, Peso ordered an orange slushy made with fresh orange juice and Kwazii ordered a black current juice and salted seaweed.

Soon the drinks arrived, Shellington glanced affectionately at Peso, Peso exchanged the same glance.

“There’s a full moon tonight..” Peso mentioned “I’m kind of worried…” Shellington sighed, Peso nodded in agreement “yarr we’ll be fine mateys!” Kwazii disagreed, Peso and Shellington gave him looks of uncertainty.

Kwazii, Peso Shellington sat in awkward silence, until Peso started rambling about some sad romantic movie him and Shellington had watched. 

“Their last kiss was so sad! She then died in her arms!” Shellington sniffled, on the verge of tears “they were so cute together!” Shellington added “why don’t we write a fix it fic where she doesn’t die!” Peso suggested “Yeah! Absolutely!” Shellington agreed, him and Peso began writing out concepts. 

Kwazii rolled their eyes ah yes, Peso and Shellie and their sad fantasy romance movies. 

Kwazii sat there bored for awhile. “Don’t you think we should get back home soon?” Kwazii mentioned “yeah true.” Shellington said, him and Peso putting away some notepads.

The three ran to the beach and dove into the water, it felt nice.

They glanced around the coral reefs, Peso and Shellington were talking about sea creatures, while Kwazii floated there alone. Until he heard a splash from behind him. Kwazii turned around, It was Paani.

He looked like he was straight out of Mean Girls. She even had the “A Little Bit Dramatic” shirt on.

“Hi Kwaz. Sorry. I was feeling a bit… uh. Girly today.” Paani said awkwardly “Ahoy Matey! That’s fine.” Kwazii greeted, warping his paws around Paani.

“Um… what are they doing?” Paani questioned,  pointing to Shellington and Peso “arrg! being nerds.” Kwazii laughed “wanna go do something?” Paani asked “yeah sure why not.” Kwazii agreed. 

•••

The full moon rose up, Shellington and Peso were in Shellington’s lab, which was moon proofed, they were reading some books together. Shellington had gotten sleepy though “hey I think I’m gonna take a nap..” Shellington yawned “I’ll join you.” Peso smiled, getting up and putting the books away and joining Shellington.

The vegimals soon climbed in bed as well. Shellington and Peso said goodnight to them,  and to each other before drifting off to sleep, the soft sound of Shellington’s fan in the background.

•••

It was late in the afternoon. 

Paani grabbed her paddle board. 

She was going to Mako Island again. 

I need to find out more about that place . Paani thought.

Paani took one last good look around his house, making sure he had everything.

He shoved it all into his backpack.

Paani surfed the way there. He’d wanted to find out more ever since he found Kwazii on the island when It was almost brunt to a crisp, like burning piece of toast that had been in the toaster for far too long.

The waves weren’t to bad right now. Soon they made it to the shores of the mysterious island.

The sunset was on the horizon. Paani could sense it, they glanced over their shoulder. The setting sun was looming close.

I can’t be here to long. Paani told himself. 

Paani wandered around, taking photos of anything he saw that he found interesting, like some snakes. She even offered the snakes some of her Paani patties, which the snakes  ate up. Paani continued on his journey.

He stopped though. He’d reached the spot where he found Kwazii.

He noticed that a thin blanket of ash still lingered on the ground. The faint stench of smoke still in the air as well.

He kept walking. Until he fell down into a hole that is.

“WHOOOOA!!!!” Paani exclaimed, her pants now covered in sand, she took a rest for a moment. Her ankle was aching. 

Damn it. I was a stupid idea to wear my fancy 2000s cargo pants! Paani thought to themself.

“Hello!!” They echoed. No response.

Damn it. If only Ryla was here. Paani thought defeated, he attempted to contact them from his Octo-Watch but there wasn’t a signal.

Paani needed to figure out how to get out of here.

Paani walked up a stair like structure that was made of rocks. He peered his head inside. There was a pool of water.

It was sapphire blue in color. Paani was captivated by it. 

The sky was now filled shimmering stars. 

Paani noticed it began to bubble as the moon’s light shined through the opening at the top of the dormant volcano.

Paani dashed over there at the sight of that. He hanged over the ledge of the Moon Pool. 

“Hello H2O! What secrets do you hold for me today!” Paani said as they grasped their test tube, and took a dive.

Oooo… pretty… Was Paani’s only thought as they glanced around the pool, she felt a funny sensation come over her as he swam around in the pool. Admiring the shimmering bubbles above.

He’d never seen anything like this before in his hydrology career. 

Paani swam back up to the surface, putting a cap on his test tube and spitting some salt water out of his mouth and laying on his back. 

This is relaxing Paani thought calmly. 

•••

Kwazii was frantically looking for Paani. They were worried sick. Paani hadn’t answered it’s

phone calls or texts. 

Kwazii had looked everywhere for him. 

What if he’s at Mako. Kwazii realized. He rushed down the Octo-Chute. Kwazii rushed down to the Launch Bay “TWEAK! OPEN THE OCTO HATCH!!!” Kwazii urged “But it’s a full moon tonight, Kwaz! What if you burn down Mako again!” Tweak lectured, clearly unsure. 

“ITS A EMERGENCY! I THINK PAANI IS THERE.” Kwazii yelled “Alright! Be careful!” Tweak warned, feeling knots form in her stomach.

“Tweak, what happened? I heard yelling.” Dashi asked 

Tweak went silent for a moment, she was shaking. Dashi could feel the tension in the air. 

“Oh uh- hi Dashi- Kwazii went to Mako. They think that Paani is there.” Tweak sighed, Dashi let out a gasp “why did you let him go?” Dashi asked “Well… I felt bad… i didn’t want anything bad happening to Paani i guess… if he is actually there that is.” Tweak answered “hopefully nothing bad happens-“ Dashi hoped “These full moons can get a bit… you know… cray cray.” Dashi mentioned “yeah definitely-“ Tweak agreed.

The two of them stood awkwardly in the Launch Bay for awhile, both hoping that Kwazii and Paani were okay. 

“What are Peso and Shellington doing?” Tweak finally said, breaking the awkward silence “they’re in the lab sleeping. I’m just glad Shellington didn’t moonstruck-“ Dashi answered.

“What about Cap and Inkling?” Tweak continued “Captain is upstairs- he’s taking his online therapy sessions. And Inkling is in the library.” Dashi concluded. 

“What should we do right now? I mean it’s just us.” Tweak questioned, turning to face Dashi. “Maybe we can watch something? Down here?” Dashi suggested “yeah.. I’d like that.” Tweak blushed. 

Dashi and Tweak got cozy in Tweak’s bed, Dashi’s head on Tweak’s shoulder as they watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It felt nice to relax, after all of the chaotic events of recent times. Though, Tweak was still on edge, however she didn’t feel as uneasy with Dashi around. 

•••

Kwazii had made it to Mako Island. 

“PAANI?! PAANI!?” Kwazii called out in a panic, looking for them She can’t be at the Moonpool… could he?Kwazii thought to itself 

Kwazii rushed down into the Moon Pool’s land entrance.

Kwazii ran in there faster then Tweak could say “buncha, munchy crunchy carrots”. 

Kwazii was panting. He was fucking exhausted. He looked like he had ran a marathon across the entire continent. 

To its horror, it saw Paani, floating around the Moon Pool without a care in the world. 

“Oh hi Kwazii! The water is nice!” Paani smiled. 

Kwazii’s stomach dropped.

Oh. OH SHIT! 

[theunfortunateplace]

Say you love me (Neteyam X OC!Na’vi) Chapter 10

Photo cred @cinetrix

(I know I said this Chapter wasn't going to be posted till the 28th but I got carried away and ended up getting lost in writing so hopefully you enjoy &lt;;3)

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pairing(Neteyam X Original Metkayina Female Character)

Synopsis: follow Luaewe as her world literally gets turned upside down with new na’vi joining her village. Never having to face many obstacles besides finding her way back home. How will she be able to handle the constant jealousy she's faced with and an unwanted love triangle.

Disclaimer: All characters in this fic have been aged up for the convenience of storytelling and to match the aging system up with both Pandora and Earth

AGES OC Luaewe-22 Neteyam-23 Kiri-23 Lo'ak-21 Tuktirey-10 Ao'nung-23 Tsireya-21

I sorted out the various different weaving material as I sat with the weavers. There were not a lot helping today seeing as how most of the requests have been met. 

But once again I got stuck with mending the warriors' garments and fixing the blankets. That’s another request that will start coming in soon. Blankets…then shawls sometimes we even get long skirts different from the one Tsahìk wears though.

“ Lìamu tsahìk needs you come quick!” Someone yelled from outside the weaving mauri.  My attention was drawn to Lìamu looking around frantically trying to figure out what her next move would be.  She was another skilled weaver in our clan recently gave birth to a beautiful girl but her mate was well….. no good I’ll leave it at that. 

She looked over at me “ Luaewae can you please watch Neawut till I get back…she’s already eaten so she will be fine.. no one else is here and I can-“ she said frantically I nodded my head and quickly put the material down gesturing for her to hand the baby over. 

She looked as if she were about to cry when she passed her over. She ran out before I could even ask if she was ok.  

I look down at the curious baby who started to coo. I didn’t have much experience with children this little only the ones around Tuks age but it can’t be that hard right?

“ do you think I can get some work done while you hang out with me?” She looked at me as if she were trying to understand my words big after all she’s just a baby. I turned around briefly and grabbed the one of the  several baby slings and wrapped her on me. “ I hope I am doing this right”  

“ it looks about right.” I looked up to see one of the elders walking in.  She smiled and sat down where Lìamu sat.” Go I’ll do this till Lìamu comes back. The baby needs sun they shouldn’t be cooped up in here.” She shooed me away and I gave her a slight smile. 

She shooed me again and I finally got up. It’s not like I couldn’t do the work I could but I guess since I’m left with the responsibility of Neawut for a while I should tend to her needs.  I looked down to see if she was ok only to find her sucking on her fingers. 

“ what do you say are you up for an adventure Neawut?” I lightly pat her bottom and begin to rub her back. What does one even do with a baby? 

Maybe sitting by the shore would be fine? She was just born so I don’t think she can swim. 

I didn’t have to go far to find just the right spot. Nice shade, decent space from the water, not too crowded. I sat down and carefully unwrapped the sling and placed her in my lap. She looked around while I sat there looking at her, but I soon felt a pair of eyes on me that weren’t hers. 

“ wow, so your a mother and mateless I’m not surprised.” I looked up being drawn out of my thoughts. It was that stank breath man who rudely bumped into me last month. “ what do you want fish breath?”  he scoffed and smirked his eyes trailed my body as if I were a piece of meat or something but then they landed on Neawut. He smirked 

“ nothing just surprised to see someone put one in you no  man would want someone who doesn’t know how to talk to people.” What is this dude’s deal like I don’t even know you and you’re out here spewing all these accusations. You’re a grown ass man acting like this? Who raised you?

“ listen I don’t know who you are but I’m only going to say this once leave me alone!” I hissed as I carefully lifted Neawut up, getting ready to leave. 

“ that little hiss doesn’t scare me..and where do you think you’re going?” I gasp feeling my kuru yanked on. “ I’m not done talking to you!” 

“YOU DO NOT TOUCH ME!”  I slapped his hand away and backed away.  

“ what’s going on here?” A deep familiar voice shouted I looked over to see Neteyam rushing out of the water, brows furrowed ready to pounce on the man. 

“ we were just having a friendly conversation no need-“  he stalked closer to the guy “ leave!” 

“You want me to leave?”  Neteyam clenched his jaw. “ can you not hear? I said LEAVE!” 

He scoffed and crossed his arms. “ oh I see what’s going on here..you get mr tough Guy to act as your mate because no one will fuck yo-“  

Neteyam swung and punched him in the face. The sound of the impact startled  Neawut causing her to cry.  I cursed under my breath as tried to soothe her I began walking away and rocking her “ I told you to leave and you didn’t listen… next time I see you near her don’t expect me to hold back.”  Neteyam looked back at me worried by the distant cries.

He hurriedly walked to me and placed his hand on my back. “ is she ok?” He asked eyes filled with nothing but worry.

“ yeah… I think she was just startled.” She wasn’t settling down. Maybe I should have just stayed inside with her then all of this could have been avo-  “ let me.” He said gesturing for me to hand her over. I raised a brow and carefully did.

He placed her carefully against his chest and began to hum. With seconds she calmed down. 

My mouth practically fell open!  what is he the baby whisperer? We found another spot nearby the center where the clan come together to eat. 

He sat down smoothly and propped his back up against the tree that provided us shade. He continued to hum while rubbing her back. 

She was so tiny balled up in his chest I smiled as she let out the cutest little yawn. “ you’re a pro at this!” I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. I moved closer and light moved the thin hair from her face. 

“ I’m sure I would have lost my mind if I didn’t figure something out when I had to watch my siblings.”  He chuckled.

“ what were you humming to her?” He looked over to me and smiled.

“ it’s a song our clan sings to their babies…but my moms version is fool proof never fails to put a baby to sleep.”

I looked down to see if he was correct and he was she was knocked out, mouth wide open. 

“ your mate will be blessed.” He smirked. “ so you mean you will be?” 

I groaned making him chuckle. “ we do not know what the future holds .” He nodded his head while smiling nonchalantly.

“ that may be true but I have a feeling you’ll be in mine….along with our many children.” My eyes grew I swear if he wasn’t holding Neawut I would have slapped him. 

“ and who said I want to have your babies!” He snickered and playfully bumped my shoulder. “Plus you’ll be back in your old clan and I would be left to raise them. I don't want that.” 

“ mm neither do I wherever my mate is I will be”  what if his mate is back at the home he left  “ you don’t want to go back?”

“ maybe… it’s nice here.. I do miss home but wherever my mate is I will be. So if she is here which she is I will be here.” He looked back down to the baby sleeping on his chest cracking a smile as he gently rubbed her back. “ do you want kids?”  He looked up at me waiting for my answer. 

But truthfully I never thought of it especially with what happened all those years ago. “ maybe…up until a couple months ago I was sure I would be alone forever…” I looked up and gave him a warm smile. “ but if it is with you then I wouldn’t mind.” 

I watched as his eyes widened he was shocked to hear what I said but it was the truth “ you know when you say stuff like that you make it very hard for me to not kiss you.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I leaned over and grabbed his chin planting a light kiss on his lips. 

I pulled away smirking and carefully placed Neawut on my chest I’m sure Lìamu would be back by now. His eyes followed as I stood up. 

“Are we still on for tonight?” I asked before bringing Neawut back. He nodded and smirked.  He stood up alongside me and warped his arm around me “Of course I’ll come and get you.” I nodded my head and before leaving he placed a kiss on my forehead 

-

I probably shouldn’t be slipping away from my night task which was just finishing three baskets. But this was the only night he would be free before he joined the warriors. 

A month had passed by so fast since he officially asked to court me.  Day after day he kept his promise, showing that he would make a great mate, and the image of him looking down smiling at the Neawut as she slept kept playing in my head.

I fixed my hair for the last time settling with two simple braids to hold back the curls that would constantly fall in my face. 

“ look at my beautiful daughter.” I turned back while still messing with my hair. I couldn’t help but smile while seeing her clutch her  chest. “ here.” I raised a brow as she shoved something in my pouch that wrapped around my waist. 

I quickly looked into it and gasped. “SA’NOK! I-I can not believe you would give me such thing!” She chuckled and smirked at me. 

“ I was young once Luaewae just protect yourself”  

It was a condom I’m literally lost for words….it’s not like we haven’t had the talk before and we are both adults but gosh 

“ I- Neteyam isn’t like that.” 

“Good then I won’t have to have the talk with him.”she winked at me and gestured to look behind me. 

My cheeks instantly heated up seeing Neteyam standing there dressed in his old clans clothes. “ hello Sa’nok.”   My mother smiled and nodded her head while gently pushing me. 

“ why does it feel like you are trying to get rid of me!” She chuckled and stopped.  “ because I am now go! The night is young.” She patted both of shoulders causing Neteyam to grab my hand gently. 

We said quick goodbyes and parted ways. 

“ So what are we doing tonight?”  I asked while looking up at him.  He hummed as we continued to walk further away from the populated part of the island.

“ I’m going to take you for a ride as for the rest you’ll know when it happens.”  I groaned playfully making him laugh.

I gasped rather loudly as we took off. I wanted to scream like last time but I didn’t want to scare the clan. 

I grabbed the arm that was wrapped around my waist tightly for support. “ open your eyes pretty girl.” My eyes sprung open. 

The view was just as beautiful as the day everything was illuminated  the feeling of his soft lips on my cheek pulled me out of my thoughts  “Gosh.” It’s even more beautiful up here..  he let out a deep chuckle 

-

“What is that?” I watched as he fiddled with the human technology when he suddenly looked up at me.  “It's a speaker, it connects to this.” He held up a grey device and plugged it into the thing he called a speaker. 

“They used it back on earth but norm he can’t live without music so that’s what I know this thing to do the most.” 

Who’s norm was that a human friend from back home? “He's constantly getting the new music. He tried explaining it but it never made sense to me…..anyways I made sure to tell him to put the songs I liked on here and some that he recommended before I left.” 

I nodded. He clapped his hands hearing a sound come from the speaker. I guess he got it working. It was similar to the music we play during celebrations. I couldn’t understand the people singing but they sounded nice. He stood up and pulled me towards him gently as his feet started to move in a rhythmic motion. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck as my hips matched the pace of the song. His arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer meeting the roll of his hips.  

“ I don’t think I could do this again.” He said while being one hand up to caress my face. The worry started to slowly climb. Was he talking about courting with- 

“Get out of your head Ma Oare I meant being away from you this long.” I hissed causing him to chuckle. 

“You shouldn’t have jumped to conclusion.” I rolled my eyes, “you should have started with that you had me worried.” 

“ I would be a fool to let you go…. But I’m serious. I felt like I was going mad.” 

I raised a brow. “ mad? Do you need to see  Tsahìk?” I joked, making him smirk. I unlinked my arms and turned around, and let my back rest against his chest. I continued to sway my hips against him without missing a beat. 

It was almost as if the slowed sensual music took over his hands and slid down to my hips causing a shuddered breath to leave my mouth. “ We haven't been apart for long.” I finally managed to get out. 

“Yes, but we haven’t had our nights...” He dipped his face into the crevice of my neck letting his teeth graze my flesh. 

“Mmm, but your training is important.” I chuckled at the annoyed groan he let out.  “I can’t just give it all up and spend my days with you?” 

I scoffed. “So you want me to mate with another?” He hissed and abruptly turned me around gripping my chin. “You have jokes, huh?” I smirked. 

“Who else is supposed to entertain you?” He looked away shaking his head. I brought my hand up to his cheek causing him to look back with dangerous eyes, but not the ones you run from the ones that pull you in. 

“You make me crazy you know that.” He said lowering his head he rubbed his thumb against my cheek slowly. If he was thinking what I was then there’s no harm in saying it right?

“Do it.” I didn’t intend for it to come out that sultry but it did. He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But I do. I want him to devour me. He ran his thumb across my lips and before I could protest against his previous words. 

 feeling the satisfaction of his lips dancing with mine…. Slowly getting more aggressive as the seconds passed. 

He cupped my ass with both of his hands “Jump.” He muttered against my lips I pulled away linking my arms around his neck. He caught me without hesitation. I didn’t waste a second getting my lips back on his. 

I felt my back press against the wall in the cave. The cold temperature not even cooling down the heated embrace. 

But something was growing between us trying to pry us apart. I gasped feeling it press against my clothed clit. I dug my nails into his shoulder I needed him I couldn’t wait. 

He dipped his face into the crevice of my neck sucking on the flesh. I slid my fingers up the back of his head, biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. But that all went to shit once he nibbled on my ear. “ ‘teyam please,” I whined, making him let out a deep chuckle. 

He ground his hips against me making me let out an airy moan. “See what you do to me?” He growled against my ear.

“ I want it.” I tried reaching down to his bulge but he slammed his lips back into me. “ soon…it’s all yours once the ceremony is done.” He said in between kisses, “All mine?” 

How could a man make me lose control like this? I don’t even want to know what it would be like if he fucked me…who am I kidding? Fuck me till there are no more thoughts in my head. “All yours Ma Oare my pretty girl.” I bit my lip trying to hold back my pout. He slowly lowered me down. He caressed my face one last time before walking over to turn the music off. 

“Come, let's watch the movie I brought.” I groaned making him chuckle. 

“It's not like the last one you might like it now come.” I sighed and gave in to his words. I sat down on the blanket and tossed the other one around my body as I waited for him to put on the movie. 

Soon enough he joined me with his hand resting on my hip as I laid my head on his toned arm. 

But I couldn’t focus on the movie nor do I think could he. By the way, he was massaging circles into my hips and ever so often palming my ass, it was safe to say he was distracted. And so was I his large bulge in his loincloth pulled me away from the people on the screen.

I bit my lip getting a mischievous idea to help him. I slid my hand over his thigh making his breath hitch and eyes jolt down to me. I positioned myself on his lap looking straight into his lust-filled eyes, “ ‘teyam.” 

He placed his hands around my hips cupping my ass. “Let me help you.” I ground down on him slowly making curses leave his mouth. He squeezed my cheeks trying to hold me still while his hips bucked into “You don’t know when to stop do ya?” I smirked and slid my hand down to palm his hardened bulge. 

“ I see no harm in what I’m doing.” I chuckled and he shook his head in disbelief. “Keep teasing me and I’ll have you pinned to this floor faster than you can call your ilu.” He gripped the back of my neck forcing my head closer to him. 

I bit my lip at the right hold he had around me. I wonder how that big hand would feel around my neck as he pounded into me? “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” I palmed him harder as I looked him in the eyes. He let out a spew of curses. 

“It's a very bad idea. Eywa wouldn’t be too happy if I mated with you before the ceremony.” I groaned and rolled my hips down onto him which only resulted in a sharp slap to my rear. 

To any regular person, the impact would have made them stop but it only riled me up. He scoffed and furrowed his brows as I counted to seduce him. “You're not being very good tonight, pretty girl.” I bit my lip and tucked my face into the crevice of his neck. 

“ I want you…. I want you so bad ma’teyam.” I whined a sniffle escaped me causing him to gently lift my face up. His thumb gently wiped away the tears and only the looks of confusion and worry could be found on his face.

He placed his hand on my forehead and pulled back cursing. I pouted and stuck my face back into his neck. 

“ Luaewe I have to get you back-“ I bit down on his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to say I didn’t want to move.  “ bite me all you want pretty girl but I need to bring you home…..you're going into heat.” 

Heat? Is this why I was acting this way? 

“But I want to stay here with you,” I muttered against him I felt him kiss the side of my face and he let out a sigh. 

“ I’ll come back for this later.” He said as he stood up making sure to hold me. 

“ I wasn’t supposed to come for another week maybe it’s not-“ 

“It is your scent is getting stronger.” He cut me off with a tone I couldn’t decipher. “The last thing I want is to mate you while you are like this and when my ceremony has not happened, “I have a cond-“

He scoffed “You think that measly little thing will stop my cum from seeping into you or stop the urge to push my knot into you?” He said in a frustrated tone. “ I’m doing this because I care about you and don’t want you to regret anything...” He said while looking down at me as we sat on his ikran, “Now try and sleep... you’ll need all the energy you can get.” 

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[frindoka]

my art timeline :-)

hi! i’m making this because i was inspired by maxpawb’s post i saw on toyhouse , which then led me to look at all my own art that is still somehow intact in my storage. this only details stuff from when i started posting online, not from when i started drawing traditionally as a wee lad. partially because my sketchbooks are lost and partially because i never really wrote down dates on my art to begin with.

a lot of dates are lost, due to the aforementioned problem of me not writing things down.. and also i have awful dissociative memory problems so there’s way too many gaps in my life. but i really did want to do this to see how much i could find & how much i could recollect.

content warning for VERY brief mentions of grooming, as well as minor mentions of real shitty friends

everything is under the cut! there might be another rb if or when i hit the image limit. curse you, tumblr.

date: ??? , i had to be around like. 11 at the time

this was when i joined warriors amino and i deleted my account because i got in trouble for having social media, LMAO. i eventually came back with a new one though. this is probably one of the only surviving art pieces from when i was THIS YOUNG, everything’s on an ipad that’s so broken it won’t even charge

i learned how to use the smudge tool on ibispaint at this time and thought i was the coolest bitch on the block for my blending

may 2019, i was like 12

my return to amino (and brief period on deviantart, which i never used again lmao) i was specifically on wings of fire amino + warriors amino. i was obsessed with airbrush shading.

this is one of my first fursonas which was a wings of fire fanflight called kitsunewings or smth. and also my first species character (he predated the dragon), a bayfox, which was drawn in krita. i never used krita again after this. coincidentally, i was also never active in bayfoxes after submitting him.

i crawled back to ibispaint no matter how many new free programs i tried.. (also tried firealpaca once. i couldn’t even figure out how to draw a line…)

may 2019, 12

the rise of my longest lasting fursona. she got stolen on a shitty app called anime maker once. i can’t remember if she’s older than the dragon, andromeda, but her older iterations definitelt are. this character was just the FIRST first fursona that i actually called that, since i didn’t even really know what a furry was at first

june 2019, 12

my first commission that i sold for like 30 deviantart points (i only used the site for commission purposes, as mentioned before i never really used it lmao)

also i tried to make a closed species on wings of fire amino. second image. it was terribly stressful ; this was around the time i met my longest lasting group of friends (hi freak bin! 5 years <3) and.. some of the worst people i’ve ever met in my life at the same time, LMAOOO

also here’s this kokichi ouma dog i made before i even knew what danganronpa was. i would find out much later, unfortunately

march 2020, still 12 (cause of my august birthday 😒)

there’s a really big gap in my files here. sad! my art kicks into gear at this point tbh, i like how i did the lines. wish i had the energy for such clean lineart still :-(

i think around this time i lost contact with the people who were my groomers (which i would realize later) and i’m thankful that i don’t even remember what their names are.

april 2020 - july 2020, 12

okay these aren’t awful actually. HOW WAS MY ART SO DETAILED. i admire baby frets power, jesus christ

i also did a design raffle when i hit 500 amino followers which is still the most i’ve ever gotten as a following. pretty crazy, i wonder who owns this dude now, i still think they’re cute

august 2020, 13

wow i’m 13 now look at that. i had to go digging for this one, only one i could find that was remotely close to my birthday (it’s the 25th!) this was a drawing for my friend bea lol

was still friends with some pretty shitty people from wings of fire amino, and it was really taking a toll on me. i don’t remember drawing as often as i used to during that time because of all of that.

december 2020, 13

i wish i could still draw backgrounds.. i need more practice

january 2021, 13

okay honestly these are really cute. i don’t know wtf kind of motivation i had for this much detail. the shading is pretty damn good

april 2021, 13

still going strong with the shading and backgrounds. not much to say around this time either lol. the first one is an older design of mine, but they’re pretty damn cute.. i wonder what happens to the desgins i lose track of? but ik this guy has a toyhouse profile i just refuse to look through my like. 200 pages of character designs on there…

july 2021, 13

PUDDLE! PUDDLE OH HOW I MISS YOU. my original favorite oc, i got so much art of him & drew him so much he reached 100 pieces in less than a month. i also met my best friend through this dude.

my art got.. blocky? here? idk what i was doing with all of that but it lasts for a while. lol

october 2021, 14

one year older and i got neo twewy for my birthday and it changed my life permanently. in several ways. anyhow, here’s frindoka furries.. they live in my files forever and will never b drawn again because they got redesigned several more times LOLLLLL

this is the month after i broke off permanently from my shitty old friends, with support of some other friends of mine. thank you guys… i did proceed to get harassed and made paranoid over my text messages by the shitty friends cause they were mad i got one of them banned from a furry adopts server for being literally dangerous. i do know it was them bc it was admitted to & they were some of the only people i gave my phone number to. i was kind of dumb for that

i was happy after my birthday because 13 was one of the worst years of my life. literal constant spirals and breakdowns because this is when i realize i was, in fact, groomed. i’m well and handling it better now.

january 2022, 14

my first d&d character, the mark of my eventual spiral into heath insanity… shadow how i miss you. i ended up redesigning them later on

march 2022, 14

i got into a pokemon arpg around this time and it took over my life for MONTHSSSS. kind of a shitty community in it though, but i appreciate how it improved my artwork. i’m back at the backgrounds! it’s shut down indefinitely now. rip eeveemporium

april 2022, 14

I FOT BACK INTO WAKFUUUU😭😭😭 also got pretty comfortable in my identity as a transgender nonbinary person, but i would get MORE comfortable about my identity later on :-)

this is going to be continued in a reblog because i did, in fact, hit the image limit. oopsie daisies

[seahdalune]

Seana's 2023 art highlights

(surprisingly, not a reupload this time!)

January: i drew nothing! we're off to a great start.

February: i drew something! i love Champ even if i haven't drawn anything tf2 related since April. i think it was this piece where i decided to give Champ RED coloring. [link]

also, this is the month i made my second Moldy plush.... i wasn't very happy with this one, though. [link]

March: uhhhh. more of my tf2 ocs but i think those aren't that interesting. just go to my tf2 oc blog @brokenbrainstormbulb if you wanna see them honestly, i have an image limit to keep ffs. that said, this was around the time i got into TC2, so i drew a lot of that kind of stuff... i'm never drawing stuff for it ever again, sorry. [link]

April: look at the cool thing i drew for a fellow tf2 robot fan! now, this is the point in time where i start drawing more because of a certain interest, so look forward to all the art that'll come up here.....

May: wow, this really was my first public piece of Papa Louie art, huh. i was so proud of it when i showed it off on tumblr the first time... i don't like it as much anymore. for one, the office wall color is wrong.... i still can't believe Papa Louie was what got me out of art block, but god, i'm glad it did. i don't think i've drawn this much before, and even though the community's tiny, i'm glad to give back as much as i can. anyways, i said something like "it's so funny that people think they're either super married or divorced as hell" on the same post. i still think that, and it's defos funny as hell, but i've grown a kind of appreciation towards the ship as well. like yeah, you go girls, we love that extra slow burn with so many road bumps on the way! [link]

June: how the hell did i pump this out. this was also like a few days before i had to leave for the airport too... i don't know myself sometimes. i swear i still love Boigashipping! i just... i'm just busy with other ships okkkk [link]

July: i didn't draw anything...? i was in Bali. and i was busy selling adopt designs to draw anything substantial, oopsie! actually, i DID draw the first part of WDB... it's uh, still the only part. i'm sorry!!!! i'm sorry!!!! i swear i have the whole thing outlined!!! can you just give me anons about the story instead so you won't have to wonder what comes next!! [link]

August: TOSI fixation. it had not gone past it's conceptual stage, i must note. i do wish i would do something about it though. [link]

September: the art trade i did with my friend! actually, i was a few weeks late with my part, so it was supposed to be finished by August. oops. i like the textures tbh. my Chuseok drawings.... i need to draw more characters in hanbok, hee hee. [link]

October: (breaths in) ...this is the month i finally gave into the JoGotcha wantings. LOOK. ever since someone put the idea into my brain i couldn't get enough of it, and like,, nobody draws the ship anymore so i had to take matters into my own hands. this is the first ship i'm this obsessed with. i usually leave ship stuff to other people but this time that wasn't enough and i... i had to do SOMETHING, y'know? [link]

Cringetober? who's that? haha;; i stopped feeling like doing the whole list after less than a week. impressive.

November: oh look, Plushy Power League. Quinn didn't win, but i do like the thing i drew as propaganda, so whateves. the first Papa Louie character i ever drew (minus Chuck and Taylor)... did i change how i draw her? uhh. maybe? i'm not too sure. [link]

also look! the keychain drawing... i need to talk about my Gods and Monsters au again at some point. actually, since i last uploaded the image of my keychain, i revised it tons... it's kinda different now, and i defos think it looks better. this is actually the time i finally fixed the stupid display setting thing that was really messing up my coloring! [link 1] [link 2]

December: ...oops! tablet broke. and i got my 3ds back so i just didn't draw that much even after exams were over. didn't stop me from drawing though, and in fact i think i made something pretty neat with my christmas art.... even if it did come one day late. [link]

wow. that's a whole year of stuff... and that's defos a lot! i think i'm really happy with what i drew this year.... i don't know what was in my water the last few years but my art highlights felt really.... miserable? for some reason. i mean, yeah, i didn't do a lot of what i had planned (GOE ANIMATIC IM SORRY) but i can see that i've done just as much with my hands anyways, so like, who cares? plus, i always have next year... that's coming in 3 hours, oh god- so, maybe i won't be too hard on myself for not fulfilling my goals... like, i kinda glossed over it, but i did sell my designs for money, and that's like, really impressive! so many people around me buy and sell their art stuff already, so i guess i didn't really register it as something to be proud of... but doing that shit (making, and marketing) is hard!! so like, it's a wow moment for me!

anyways, i'm tired, i only came back home a few hours ago, and i need to get up again for church in a few hours.... mrphgdjd. lets stop being sentimental, and i'll see you people next year. that's a long way off! hope you don't miss me.

[fandomlurker333]

Fundamental Forces (Challengers Fanfic)

Author's Note: Wow! It has been a LONG time since I wrote fanfiction. I can't believe it's Challengers (2024) that got me to do it, but I LIVE for Patrick's chaotic Bi energy, Art's hidden vindictiveness, Tashi's intolerance for bullshit, and a messily drawn triangle where the angles are trying REALLY hard to touch.

This is basically 900 words of character study, but it's got dashes of both Patrick/Tashi and Patrick/Art. I hope it scratches someone's itch.

Patrick knows he’s a fucking irredeemable piece of shit because sometimes he wishes his mother had died of breast cancer. Or that his dad had been a raging alcoholic — the kind that shouted obscenities and backhanded him across the face when he’d pissed him off. Sometimes he wishes that any of the Nannies he had until he was 11 years old had touched him wrong. Or that he’d killed his first high school girlfriend driving tipsy after junior prom.

Instead, Patrick had a perfectly normal childhood.

His mother brought flawless cupcakes to every school bake sale, was punctual for every parent-teacher conference.

His Dad worked a little too much, maybe, drank one scotch too many on hard days. He always knew it and always put himself to bed early when he did.

His parents were together seven years before they had him. Married, in their late twenties. He was part of the plan.

Both come from money. They like each other well enough. They have a stable, comfortable arrangement that suits them. Perfectly normal.

There’s no explanation for why Patrick came out wrong.

&&&

Tennis is all he's good at.

He's no good at school.

Or saying nice things to people.

Or staying in one place for very long.

It's just tennis.

That's his one good trick.

&&&

He’s sitting in a classroom with eighteen other kids and one of the girls has already taken her test up to Ms. Larken’s desk. He knows because he saw her shoes — sparkly green jelly sandals. They glitter in the sunlight that slants through the window.

So, Kelly has already taken her test up and Patrick’s palms begin to sweat. He’s been staring at the same question for 19 minutes. They have 30 minutes to complete the exam.

He doesn’t know the answer. He doesn’t know for sure. He knows the formula. He recognizes the triangles. He’s flipped his paper onto the blank side and redone the calculations over and over, fit the numbers together in every way imaginable. But he still doesn’t know the answer. Not for sure.

He’d sped through the first half — questions one to twenty-two. They were easy. This one should be easy too. It’s all the same section of the textbook he’d memorized. They talked about it in class three days ago. He knows…

He doesn’t know the answer. There’s something hot and sharp squeezing in his chest. The air around him feels so thick, he could choke.

He flicks his eyes up to the clock again and it’s been 23 minutes.

It’s not enough time. He’ll get it wrong. Every question matters.

Dread pools in his belly. Blood pounds in his temples, behind his ears, in the hollow of his throat.

The graphite tip of his pencil snaps beneath his thumb.

At the 30-minute mark, Ms. Larken asks them to bring up their tests.

Patrick rips his in half and stuffs the unanswered questions in his mouth. He stumbles out of class with no direction, chewing the paper until it becomes a mass of wet pulp on his tongue.

He swallows it.

&&&

Patrick’s parents put him in a boarding school that allows personalized curriculums.

He almost never takes tests.

So, he’s almost never terrified of getting it wrong.

&&&

Tashi Duncan is everything Patrick wishes he was for real — confident, irresistible, commanding, magnetic, and more than anything…a winner.

He wants to be her as much as he wants to fuck her. That is some confusing shit right there.

She’s a firecracker. He can’t hold her in his hands for long. She burns too hot, too fast, too bright. Despite himself, he loves feeling the spark and heat of flame bite at his fingertips.

He loves her. Or he thinks he does, in whatever way a 19-year old self-obsessed fuck up can love a person.

Being with her is like jumping feet first off a moving train. She exhilarates and scares him in equal measure.

He knows the likelihood of survival is not great. She may destroy him, but he’ll relish screaming all the way down.

Patrick thinks he remembers feeling something similar when he first met Art. Not nearly as violent, but just as disorienting.

A sense of inevitability, of falling helplessly into whatever they were — no control, no foresight, no time to change a damn thing.

Making Art his best friend felt natural; liking him, wanting to be around him, was innate. He’s never thought about something less than he did the first time he slung an arm around Art’s neck and reeled him in.

His 11-year-old self wouldn’t have described it this way, but in hindsight, Art was immediately necessary to him. Like, the moment they met was the moment Patrick recognized he had always been part of the fabric of his reality.

Tashi feels like centrifugal force — she hurls him away from his center, pushes him off kilter, makes him adjust to find his balance over and over. He likes being kept on his toes. He likes to imagine them balancing on the tightrope together — her as graceful and agile as she is on the court, him scrambling to keep afloat with her — all spit, grit, and dogged determination.

Art, though, Art has always felt like gravity. He grounds Patrick’s flightiness, weighs him down in the here and now. He’s the constant, steady force that keeps Patrick from drifting off into space, floating aimlessly with no direction. It’s easy to take him for granted, to forget how important he is because he is always always there.

Until he isn’t.

Neither of them are.

And Patrick is lost.

[wonderlesscomics]

Batman: Three Jokers (Geoff Johns & Jason Fabok)

Issues # 1-3

Read January 2024

Story: 9/10

I’ll never forget when I was young reading the finale of the Geoff Johns New 52 Justice league run and watching Batman sit on the möbius chair and asking the question “What’s the identity of the joker” and the answer later revealed to be their was actually three. Wow that answer led to so many questions and it took soooo long for us to finally have the answer and all I can say is that it was worth the wait. I truly love this book. Geoff Johns pays off on the wild claim of three jokers in a way that isn’t cheesy or backs down from the bold thesis. He doesn’t spin it to make his job easier, he puts three jokers in Gotham and makes it work. While the interaction between the jokers is rich and fun, and the mysterious plot that sends Batman on a chase through his history with the joker is intriguing and twisting, the strength of the book is actually found in the bat family members helping with the job. Barbara and Jason hard carry the emotional weight of this story as the two individuals who have been traumatized the most by the clown prince of crime. We get to watch these broken people respond differently to the swelling emotions brought back by the terrible revelations in the book and see what makes each character special. Geoff John at the core, understands these characters and doesn’t back off to fit his plot, he lets them be themselves in a fucked up story that triggers them both.

Art: 9.5/10

As I was reading this book all I can think is Jason understands how to make a book feel classic. His art is nostalgic and familiar for long time fans while still being modern and fresh. His art is timeless however, it could have been drawn in the 80’s, 90’s or 2000’s. His art allows you to put the story in whichever era of Batman you personally identify with. You can read the book as a sequel to the killing joke, or death in the family and you would seamlessly believe they were of the same era. Even his character designs are sharp and bold. He allows Jason to be handsome and Barbara to be beautiful. But none the less his characters are strong, confident and triumphant. Jason Fabok draws heroic figures of myth. His art stands out as more than just another serial issue, but as a historic and will be cherished for decades.

Special Notes:

- Batgirl and Jason are special in this book and some of the best interpretations of the characters.

- The jokers are all unique and easily identifiable which is really hard. Shoutout to their designs and personalities

- Barbara is gorgeous in this book!

- I love the ending a lot, a beautiful meaning and an answer to if Batman knows the identity of the Joker.

Overall Rating: 9/10

This book will stand the test of time and I will find myself retreating to this quick read once a year for the rest of my life. The story begs you to check it out and the art makes you stay and admire it. A well told tight story that keeps you guessing and emotionally engaged. Art that makes you stare at individual panels longer than you have at most books. A piece of DC history was made with this book and I’ll continue to revere it as such.

[evelhak]

Since you were so gracious to give me some asks, I shall do the same! Artists asks: 2, 7, 19, 26, and also 30. ^__^

Always happy to hear from you and to know more about you!

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)?

I think it's the easiest to draw someone facing left. That one usually takes the least amount of redrawing.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

Pottery is something I feel very drawn to, as well as glass blowing. I don't have the physical requirements to become good at it but I'd like to try some time.

19. Favourite inanimate object to draw

I'm stuck between flowers and books. I'm so basic.

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended?

Wow, what a question. Nothing came to mind from the art I have on Tumblr, so I had to look for something I haven't posted.

Someone interpreted this as your typical fantasy character with fire powers. It's SO far from that, actually. The fire is symbolic, because this character plays with fire metaphorically, and because what she's holding in her hands can symbolically be burning for better or worse, and also because she is blinded by magic in the story, although it's more the lack of it than the thing itself, and because she's seeing what she wants to see.

I guess it's not that "wild", but I couldn't think of anything else.

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated?

I'm going to have to go with writing for this one, because sometimes I can't believe how much more interaction smut fics get on AO3 than long fics like mine that are basically like another season of the story (with a different focus or angle, but still).

I get that another reason why I'm never going to get that many readers is because I'm pretty much never posting at the height of a fandom's interest, because I need to mull things over for months after the series ends, and I never create anything while the original story is incomplete, so I'm usually only starting when the peak interest for a series is already going down, and my fan works tend to require a bit more of an attention span than the average fan seems to have for one thing. Even my She-Ra comics were a bit late for the fandom, although they are of a much more readable length than my fics, so I assume that's why they got relatively popular. I guess comic form is easier to digest for a lot of people, too.

Anyway, I think if I have to pick the fics I'm the saddest that many people haven't read them, they are my retellings.

I'm really proud of the way I basically paraphrased the whole Into The Woods to tell a KnB story! I don't understand how most people's brain doesn't light up with all the good hormones from wordplay like this! I was SO high, writing this.

I'm also really fond of this one, which was inspired by the Romance of Silence. Where are all the people who love intertextuality, hiding??

Yes, I understand another reason why people aren't into these stories is that they are so niche. That's always going to be my curse too, because I love the interaction of specific and general, but I love to go about it by combining things that are niche and don't usually go together. Not because they are niche or rarely combined, it just happens, I can't help but be drawn to specific concepts in a specific thing and then finding another equally specific thing with compatible concepts that send me right into hyperfocus, and I can't leave them untouched, I have to create something new from the interaction of those separate elements, because the abstract connections just sing to me. But I guess there's always the hope that when someone whose niche my stories perfectly fit into, finds them, then they are going to really love them. And honestly, I'd rather have one person to whom they are the perfect fit, than a hundred who thought they were "okay".

Also, I know these stories don't work very well unless you read the whole fic series, though I guess Kuroko's Fairytale makes more sense, and I tried to frame it like you could read it as a standalone, since I think technically you can, but you're probably still going to be very confused at some parts.