#also also this is the first one of these comics i didn’t initially sketch in mspaint haha

[skizabaa]

The newest member of the DJ crew! A... Furby?

[sister-lucifer]

Anything Can Happen In The Woods

Naga!Leviathan x Male Reader 

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

Summary: Reader wanders into Leviathan’s woods and gets lost, but the naga is friendlier than the urban legends let on

Genre: Smut

content/warnings: medieval-ish time period(i think?), slight use of hypnotism, Naga Levi has two dicks, size difference, belly bulge, Naga Levi has a long forked tongue, outdoor sex, coming inside, slight mating/breeding kink, Leviathan holds you the whole time, reader is really innocent and kind of dumb tbh but it’s cute, Levi is low key OOC but it’s for the sake of the AU, slight overstim at the end, biting with slight blood 

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Leviathan had never found humans agreeable. One too many times they had branded him a monster, an abomination, tried to burn down his woods or kill him when all he wanted was to be left alone in his wonderful solitude. He had one too many scars from humans, both mental and physical, and he’d been forced to embrace the “monster” label to chase off anyone who wandered too close, though his naturally sweet nature prevented him from really hurting anyone. 

That was until you came along. 

He had initially huffed with annoyance when he realized he was smelling a human somewhere nearby. He grumbled to himself the entire time he was hunting for you. He supposed it was his fault for being naive enough to think that the humans had finally wised up and left him be for good. Seems he would have to put on the scary monster facade once more.

But when he laid eyes on you, the first human he’d ever seen not carrying a weapon, he was more than intrigued. 

“Oh gosh, oh no…” He listened to you repeat to yourself as you turned around and around, clearly lost. He chuckled at your comical misfortune. 

He only got a few seconds to really look at you with the way you were running about, but it was more than enough. The way the last few rays of sun made your lips shine, the way your eyes reflected the evening light, the clumsiness of your unsure steps… 

Cute. That was the one word running through his head. Cute in the way a frightened animal is cute. 

Upon closer inspection, not only did you not have any weapons, you didn’t have much of anything besides a small leather satchel only big enough to hold a single book and quill. 

You paused and glanced around, impulsively running this way and that as you tried to find your way back to the path you were on just a few moments ago. Unfortunately this less than favorable approach didn’t work, and you were only becoming more and more worried with each passing second. The sun was setting fast, and you couldn’t navigate in the dark, not to mention the array of predators that come out at night. 

Leviathan watched from the trees in silence, merely observing you for a long while although you were oblivious to his presence. Eventually you had to stop to rest, slumping against a tree and catching your breath. 

You sighed and pulled out your book, flipping through some of the pages as a way to take your mind off your current situation. Leviathan peaked over your shoulder from above, looking down at the book. 

It held many sketches and notes about the flora and fauna of the woods, all of which Leviathan could recognize. Each page had a date and a note of the area the organism was found in, and from these he could gather that this was not the first time you wandered into the woods like this. You’d been through many forests, gathering information about the plants and animals you could find, what their uses could be. That must’ve been why you were here. 

You’ve never gotten yourself lost quite like this though. 

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for you to stray from the paths a bit, but you always found your way back. This time felt…different, though. In your panic you’d gotten completely turned around, and you had no compass to speak of. 

Looking over your book could only satiate you for so long. Soon you were tucking it back into your satchel, preparing to stand when suddenly a low voice called out from somewhere unknown.

“Going somewhere?” 

You jumped up, looking all around you as you tried to figure out where the voice came from. All you saw were the dark trees, blocking out the fading sun. 

“I asked you a question, human.” 

Yet again you did not answer, hardly processing the words over the distress of being taunted by something you could not see. The voice seemed to be coming from all around you, distant one moment then mere inches away the next, but no matter where you looked there was nothing. 

“Answer, human.” Leviathan growled, growing frustrated. 

“I…I-I…” You stuttered, desperately searching for any words in your racing mind. 

“I was just….leaving.” You finally managed, beginning to back away. That was when you looked up.

You saw him. He knew you saw him. You froze when you locked eyes, mouth going dry.

“Is that so?” Leviathan hissed in response. How he loved intimidating you. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he would never, but you didn’t need to know that. After all the hurt humans had caused him, he deserved to have a bit of fun. 

“It’s been a long while since a human was unlucky enough to get lost in my woods.” 

“Your woods…?” You echoed in a whisper. 

Leviathan nodded, slowly extending a clawed hand down the tree trunk, lowering himself just a bit. His eyes shone in the last few rays of sunlight, giving them an ominous glow. 

“Yes, mine. I thought I made it clear many times that humans are not welcome.” 

You were frozen in place as he slowly climbed down, overgrown purple hair falling over his face and shoulders. His seemingly endless tail was tangled in the branches behind him, making the trees shift as he moved. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You blurted out, “I-I didn’t know, really! I was only here to look. I’m making a-a guide, you see—“ 

You began pulling out your book, shaky hands fumbling with the buckle of your satchel. 

“A guide?” Leviathan inquired, quirking a brow.

“Yes sir! A guide to the native flora and fauna— a-and not just to this forest, I’ve been all around!” You opened your book to a random page and turned it to him. He pretended to be interested, as if he hadn’t already seen it. 

“I’m not here to hurt anything, I swear! I-I’ll leave, and never come back. Or, I will if I can, uh, figure out how to leave…” You added the last part in a mutter, stowing your book away once more. 

“Oh, I know that, little human.” 

Suddenly Leviathan was down from the tree, and for a moment you thought he was about to strike. On instinct you crouched with a yelp, covering your head. When you looked up, though, he had circled around you, looking you over. 

“Hmm…I haven’t seen one of you in a while. And it’s been even longer since I’ve seen one so…” 

Suddenly he was rising up, towering over you as his shadow engulfed your form. 

“…Defenseless.”

You gulped, trying to back away but you tripped over one of his coils and landed flat on your ass. Leviathan laughed under his breath. 

With lighting quick speed he was hovering over you, hands on either side of you and face mere inches from yours. His brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes looking over and closely examining every part of your face. He stayed this way for what felt like an eternity. 

“…H-Hello.” You squeaked, breaking the heavy silence in an attempt to be friendly. Anything to convince him not to hurt you.

“Hello.” He replied quickly. “You reek of your human village.“

“I…I-I’m sorry?” 

He didn’t reply, seeming deciding we was done with your face and moving on to your body. His hand rested on your shoulder before moving down your arm, grabbing your wrist and turning it over in his hands.

“Hm. Small.” He observed aloud, pressing your palm to his. 

“Wha— What are you doing?” You asked sheepishly, a little unnerved by his suddenly comfortability with you. 

“Inspecting. I’ve never gotten this close to a human without being attacked. I want to see everything.” 

“E-Everything…?!” You squealed, flinching as his hands moved down to your chest. 

“…Yes? What’s wrong?” 

“W-Well, that’s a bit, um…intimate, dont you think?” You tried your best not to sound too defiant, still trying to stay in his good graces.

Leviathan tilted his head in confusion. 

“Why?” 

“Well, uh…humans dont usually lay hands on another unless they’re, well, partners…a-and I don’t even know your name.” 

“Leviathan.”

You replied with your name, intending to keep speaking but he went right back to what he was doing. He even leaned in to smell you a few times. It was completely normal to him; this was how nagas greeted each other, getting familiar with each other’s scent and feel. Why were you so tense? 

“W-Woah, woah! Watch it!” You scooted back quickly as his hands dipped a bit too low for your liking. 

Leviathan simply stared at you in confusion. There were a few moments of awkward silence as you merely stared at each other, your mouth hanging half open as you tried to find words. Leviathan beat you to it. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” 

You only nodded, eyes never leaving his face. 

“I’m serious,” He continued, “I never fight humans unless they fight me first.”

You nodded again. 

“I told you, I haven’t been up close with a human before. You’re the first to come in peace.” 

He began crawling nearer once more, but this time you made no move to pull away. 

“It’s…it’s okay.” You replied, slipping your satchel off your shoulders and setting it to the side as you pulled your knees to your chest. 

“Are all humans this…small, now?” 

“Hey! ‘m not small…you’re just big.” 

“Aha, my apologies. Humans usually send their best warriors after me. I’ve seen ones three times your size.” 

Cautiously he reached a hand out, watching for you to move away, but you didn’t. Slowly it came down to rest on your head, combing through your hair. He leaned in once more, his nose brushing over your neck as he inhaled your scent. His breath was so warm, and it sent shivers down your spine. 

Internally you were screaming at yourself. You should’ve been running away from this monster! He appeared out of nowhere! And he stalked you! And he was getting way too into your personal space!

And yet… 

“What are you doing?” You asked in whisper. 

“Getting used to your scent. Do…do you humans not do that?”  

“Not really, but…i-it’s fine…” 

If this was his custom, who were you to deny him? He wasn’t hurting anything, he was just greeting you like he would greet another one of his kind, and that’s okay. Right? 

“Let me ask you something, human. And I want you to be honest.” He said lowly into your ear. He pulled away slowly, eyes catching yours and refusing to let go. You tried to break the eye contact, to just glance away, but you could not. He was so oddly entrancing. 

“Are you afraid of me?” 

“Yes sir.” 

You meant to say no. Why did you say that? You were supposed to say no. And yet when you tried to go and correct yourself, you had no voice. Something in the deep orange of his eyes told you you were under his spell. 

“Figures. I suppose I can’t blame you.” 

Then his arms were wrapping around you, lifting you into the air as if you weighed nothing. You might as well have. 

“Woah woah, wait—!” 

Leviathan tucked an arm beneath you while the other laid over your back, not quite pushing you against him but not allowing you to fall back either.

“Shhh, it’s alright. Don’t struggle, you’ll only hurt yourself.” 

His voice sent a wave of calm through you, filling you with odd warmth that bloomed in your stomach and sprouted up your body and down your arms and legs. 

“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re…interesting.” He explained, a hint of heavy breathing behind his voice.

Something about the way he was speaking was making your face feel hot. You weren’t sure why you felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Maybe it’s his piercing gaze, the way he’s looking right into your soul. Maybe it’s his voice that had suddenly gotten a lot lower, reverberating in your chest. Maybe it’s just the feeling of being so minuscule compared to him, yet being oddly assured in his arms. 

For the first time you really looked over him. Messy purple hair that fell to his shoulders and half concealed his pointed ears which flicked about, a muscular torso littered with scars that faded into purple scales that seemed to go on and on forever behind him, strong arms connected to blackened clawed hands that could hold you as if you bore no weight. He was holding you so close as well, his grip firm but not tight as if he thought you may crack under too much pressure. 

His human half was…oddly attractive. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by Leviathan’s voice. 

“I have a proposition for you, human. I think we can help each other. You will go back to your little village and tell everyone that I’m dead, do your best to erase any record of my existence. I’ll even give you some scales as proof. That way, I can live out the next couple of hundred years in peace.  In return, I’ll give you whatever you’d like. Maybe some new plants or beetles for your little book?” 

That definitely wasn’t a fair trade, but he figured you could come up with something better on your own. 

You considered his offer. You weren’t really sure why it took so long; you weren’t losing anything. In fact, this was a best case scenario.

And yet something in you hesitated. You’re just supposed to…go back to your village? Just leave? After meeting a real life naga? Especially one that looked like him?

You didn’t want to. You couldn’t.

Leviathan sensed your hesitation, sighing to himself as he shifted you a bit in his hold, adjusting your position. 

“What’s the matter, human? Hm?”

“I…I-I don’t know.” Something was wrong, but you simply couldn’t put your finger on it.

“I’ve offered you quite a lovely deal.”

“Yes, yes you have, but…” 

“…But?”

You swallowed, words escaping you as you tried to place your feelings. 

“But…I don’t— I can’t just go back. I can’t just pretend like this didn’t happen, and I-I don’t even know what I want…” 

A smug grin broke out across Leviathan’s face, his fangs poking out just slightly. 

“Humans never do. But something tells me you want more than what i’ve offered, yes?” 

You didn’t get a chance to reply. Once again he was at your neck, breathing deeply and taking in your smell. A small squeal slipped through your lips. 

“Mhm. Don’t answer,” Leviathan said, “I can smell it on you…” 

“Smell…? Smell what?” 

Arousal. He could smell your arousal. It was subtle, but certainly there, and he could pick up on it in an instant even if the feeling was subconscious. 

“Never mind that. I could offer you something even better. Something you’ll never, ever forget, little human. Something I know your kind loves.” 

The sound of ripping fabric nearly made you scream.

Leviathan had hooked a claw under the collar of your shirt and dragged it down, tearing through the material like it was tissues paper. It fell to the ground soundlessly.

“L-Leviathan—!” 

The sudden force had you gripping onto him to steady yourself. 

Without skipping a beat his hand moved to the waistband of your pants next, ready to slice through it when you stopped him. 

“Wait, wait wait!” 

Leviathan paused, not moving his hand but looking up at you. 

“Shhhh little human, you’ll be okay.” Once more he was locking eyes with you, capturing your gaze. “You can trust me to keep you safe.”

You didn’t know why you believed him, but you did. Something in your soul told you he was telling the truth. And yet, you couldn’t help but voice your concerns. 

“Y…Y-You’re not really gonna…”

“Fuck you?”

You winced at the vulgarity.

“I…I-I don’t know if I can…” You said meekly, “You’re just so…so….so much bigger…M-Maybe we shouldn’t—“ 

“Aw, little human,” Leviathan interrupted with a laugh, “Don’t worry. I always take good care of my mates.”

And with that he sliced through your pants and underwear in one go, pulling the scraps of fabric off the rest of the way and tossing it down. 

His forked tongue darted out to lick his lips and he looked over your small body. You almost moved a hand to cover yourself, but instead you threw your arms around his neck and gazed up at him. 

He brought a hand up to your chest, drumming his claws against you for a moment before retracting them, leaving behind rather human looking hands.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I seem…eager.” Leviathan said as he hand traveled down, just barely brushing against your now rock hard cock as it passed on its way to your back. “I won’t lie; the second I saw you, I thought you were adorable. Stumbling ‘round like a fool. It was….endearing.” 

You wrapped your legs around him to hold on, allowing him to hold you with one arm around your back. Meanwhile his other hand was teasing your entrance, bringing a whine out of you. 

“Oh, little human. You’re going to be so much fun.“

Then he was pushing two fingers into you, quickly pulling you into a kiss before you had a chance to scream, though it didn’t stop you from trying. 

His hand was so big, and his long, slender fingers hit all the right spots. If he could hit this deep with just his fingers, you could only imagine how amazing his dick would feel. 

“My, my,” Leviathan muttered as he pulled away, “If you’re this tight around just my fingers, I can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my cocks…” 

You nearly choked. 

“C…Cocks…? A-As in—“

“Two? Yes.” 

“Oh, god…”

Suddenly your nerves were amplified tenfold. Leviathan noticed immediately, taking pity on his poor human mate. 

“Now, now, you’ll be alright. I promised I’d take good care of you, didn’t I?”

You merely nodded in reply, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He could feel you shudder against him as he added a third finger, spreading you out as best he could. There was only so much he could do with his hands. 

“You promise you’ll be careful..?” You whispered meekly into his ear. 

“Oh, I promise, little human.” 

Your grip on him only tightened, your nails scratching up his back and one hand coming up to tangle itself in his hair. You tried not to be too tense, hoping it would aid the process a bit, but it was far too difficult to relax completely.

His lips brushed against your neck as he nestled into your neck, sighing against your warm skin. 

Slowly he worked in a fourth finger, and he can feel your nails digging into his back. He certainly was not complaining, though. 

You were struggling more and more to contain your voice, pathetically whimpering against his shoulder as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. He wasn’t being terribly rough, but he didn’t want to be too gentle either. Partly because he really did need to prepare you, and partly because he simply loved the way you mewled when he hit just the right spot. He could feel your cock twitch against his stomach. 

“Oh, please…” You whispered, “Deeper…” 

He gladly obliged, putting even more force into his thrusts. It made you arch your back for just a moment before you relaxed against him once more. The way you constricted around his digits only made him crave to be inside you more. 

He really should’ve kept going, but he was getting so impatient.

“Mm…taking my fingers so well. Think you’re ready for my cocks yet?” There was an odd shake to his voice, a crack in his facade telling you that he wanted this just as much as you. 

“I…I think so…” You replied as you sat up, hands braced against his chest. After one last thrust he removed his fingers, and the second they left you already felt empty. Fortunately, you would not stay this way for long. 

Suddenly you felt something warm and wet rub against your backside. You glanced down to see that both of Leviathan’s erections had unsheathed from a slit on the front of his tail, and they were more than you could’ve ever asked for. 

“Oh, no—“ You whimpered as Leviathan’s hands moved to grip your legs. You instinctively tried to squirm away from them, but he held you firmly in place. 

“Oh come now, you’ll be alright.” Leviathan insisted, but the look in his eyes made you more than nervous. 

“I-I…I just don’t know if I can…” 

Leviathan merely pulled you tighter against him, his face intimately close to yours. 

“I said you’ll be alright.” His voice was oddly stern, but he sounded sure. 

He could see the way your eyes widened as he lifted you, the way your breath labored as your eyes lowered. He couldn’t blame you for being nervous, really, but he promised to keep you safe. 

He leaned in to pull you into a soft kiss, distracting you as you were lowered. You yelped against his lips as his cocks teased your entrance, just barely breaching it. 

He never pulled away from the soft kiss, a tender distraction from the way he was forcing himself into you. It was slow; it had to be, after all. He couldn’t risk breaking his precious human. 

He paused about halfway, finally breaking the kiss and giving you a moment to really breathe. 

“Leviathaaaaaan…” You whined, your thighs trembling in his strong hands. The pain wasn’t nearly what you were expecting—possibly due to a bit of magic work from Leviathan—but you weren’t used to being this full. 

And yet, as he filled you the rest of the way, something about the feeling of his thick cocks resting in your stomach was absolutely blissful. 

“See, human? I told you you’d be alright.” Leviathan said with a grin. You nodded in a daze, hardly processing the words. 

He put a gentle hand on your stomach, letting a groan out under his breath as he felt the bulge his cocks made inside of you. He pressed on it just a bit, savoring the whine it brought out of you. 

“Th…That feels weird…” You whimpered into his neck. 

Slowly you were able to relax against him, growing accustomed to feeling him inside of you. Leviathan was not particularly patient, although he allowed you a minute or two of rest as he stroked your back. It didn’t take long before he was adjusting you in his hold, preparing to lift you. 

“Are you ready for the fun part, human?”

You didn’t reply, but he felt your grip on him tighten as you braced yourself against him. 

You tensed as he lifted you, only going a couple of inches before pushing you back down again. It was slow, careful, a cautious start to ease you into things. The second time he lifted you he went a bit further, and a bit further the next time. 

He was rather uncoordinated at first, focusing more on your safety than anything else, even if the feeling of you squeezing around his cocks was overwhelming. Soon, though, he found a steady pace, rhythmically pushing in and out of you. Each time he got a little faster, and he hit a little deeper. He left no spot untouched, but he still craved more. 

You kept your face hidden in the crook of his neck the entire time. He could feel how your cheeks burned against him.

“Mm…faster…” You muttered through heavy breaths. Leviathan’s ears twitched, his grip on you momentarily tightening. He obliged, sucking in a breath as he picked up the pace a bit. 

His breath shook at the small, barely audible “oh”s and “mm”s you murmured into his ear. They were so quiet, so pathetic, so wonderful. He wanted more. 

A particularly hard thrust hit right at your sweet spot, making you arch you back and let out a broken moan.

“Th-There—! There, please—!” You begged, “Please! S-So good…” 

Once more he lifted you, slamming back in with all his strength. It worked just as he’d hoped, and the delicious whine of his name you gave made him shudder.

He couldn’t wait anymore. 

Suddenly he was lifting you almost all the way off his cocks, just the tips still remaining. There was a split second where you were held like this, a split second where you realized what was about to happen, but it wasn’t enough time for you to protest before he was slamming you back down in one go.

“Oh, mercy!” You shrieked, nails digging into his back with full force. They left angry red marks as they scraped his flesh, ones that Leviathan hoped would never fade; a constant reminder of you.

Again he lifted you, a cry of his name beginning as you rose and crescendoing into a scream as you were forced back down. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body. 

“L-Levi….Levi—!” You choked out, unable to say anything else. Your head was spinning, heart racing, and all you could feel was him. 

Leviathan was holding it together a bit better, but his low groans and the way his fangs dug into his bottom lip was more than enough to tell you how he felt. He’d had a few mates in the past, sure, but nothing could compare to you. It was like your fragile human body was perfectly molded to fit his cocks. He never wanted to let you go. 

He growled your name into your ear, his long forked tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up your neck. It was wet, warm, and the feeling made you yelp. He sucked on your flesh, his tongue running back and forth over it. You were absolutely delectable. 

He nipped at you just a bit, careful with his fangs. He knew they were sharp;  a bite in the wrong place could be fatal, and he wanted you around for much, much longer. 

You squealed at the pinch of his teeth, but made no move to pull away or even protest. The pain was washed away quickly by the pleasure of being pounded by Leviathan. 

The longer he went the quicker he got, and every time you thought he couldn’t possible hit any deeper or go any faster he found a way to. It was rapidly becoming overwhelming, all of your senses completely overpowered. 

“Levi, I-I can’t—“ You stuttered in a whine. 

“Cant what, human?” Leviathan replied with a rumble to his voice. Normally it would be intimidating, but the way his words shook gave away his desperation. 

“I-I can’t take…m-much more…”

You gripped onto him for dear life, mouth hanging open as you panted. 

“What are you saying, huh? You’re gonna cum? Is that it, little human?” 

You couldn’t reply, but you didn’t need you. The way you tightened around him was more than enough of answer. 

“Come on then, little human,” He teased, “Cum for me, and I’ll fill you up nice. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” 

“Mhm, mhm—!” You hummed with a nod. Your release was fast approaching, and each sharp thrust was pushing you closer to the edge, although you couldn’t tell when you’d inevitably topple over. 

“Levi, Levi—! I’m gonna…Oh, my stars—!” 

“Come on, little mate—“ He panted, “Cum for me. Be a—fuck— be a good boy and show me how good it feels when I breed you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to breed you, make you mine forever?” 

“Yes, yes—!” 

It didn’t matter what he was asking, you’d agree to anything that would keep him pounding into you. 

You practically chanted his name as your orgasm quickly built up inside you, making your stomach flip in the most delightful way. Soon though, the words devolved into slurred moans, and you hardly managed to utter one last warning before all at once your climax hit you like a truck. Your entire body trembled like a leaf, toes curling and back arching as you gripped onto Leviathan. 

“Good little mate,” He praised in a growl, “Good good boy…and good boys get rewards, don’t they?” 

He wasn’t even sure if you’d heard him. He hadn’t given you a moment to rest, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he mercilessly pounded you. 

You could feel his cocks twitch inside of you, a sure sign that his release wasn’t far behind. 

“Levi, please—! I-I can’t take it…!”

“You can and you will! You’re my mate, mine! And I get to decide what to do with you.” 

He bit hard into your shoulder, sinking his fangs into the tender skin and making you shriek. 

“Fuck, fuck— g-gonna fucking…breed this boy cunt…” He drawled, though his words were muffled by your flesh between his teeth.

At the last second he pulled you into a kiss, shoving his forked tongue past your parted lips and further down your throat than any human could ever reach. It almost made you gag, but something about it was wonderful. It squirmed in your warm mouth as Leviathan moaned into the kiss. 

He didn’t give a warning before he came, merely a small squeeze to your thigh and suddenly it all rushed into you. If you could make any noise, you would be screaming. Two cocks meant twice as much cum, but even one of his loads would be too much to fit inside of you. It seemed endless as he thrusted into you the last few times, releasing more and more of his seed that there simply wasn’t room for. It spilled out from your hole, down Leviathan’s cocks and your quivering thighs. 

He didn’t release you from the kiss until he was completely done, quickly retracting his tongue and making you cough. He was panting too hard to ask if you were okay. 

You collapsed against him, trusting him to hold you. Gradually your whines quieted, and the warm feeling of being so full settled inside of you. Leviathan bounced you in his hold, doing his best to soothe you. 

“There there, little human. You’re alright, aren’t you?” 

“Mhm…’m okay…” 

“Good, good…” 

He sighed when he noticed the terrible mark he’d left on your shoulder, small dots of red spilling out and rolling down your skin. He ran his tongue over the bite, muttering an apology for tarnishing your perfect skin. You assured him it was alright, but he still felt a little bad. 

Finally he pulled back to look at you. You were sweaty, exhausted, eyes glassy and hair awry. 

God, it was beautiful. Practically a work of art. 

“It seems we may have…digressed a bit, hm?” 

“I’ll say…” You replied with a breathy chuckle.

“Satisfied, human?” Leviathan asked as he slowly lifted you, his cocks retracting into their sheath once more. He didn’t set you down, though, at least not yet.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a human man again…” 

Such high praise was unexpected, but certainly welcome. 

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to. You have me now.” 

Your face lit up at this, and your lips curled into a clumsy half smile. 

“You…You mean you’ll let me come back?” 

“Of course, little human. I can’t just kick my mate out. Speaking of which, the sun has long set. You’re not getting home til the morning, i’m afraid.”

You nuzzled into his neck lovingly, exhaling slowly. 

“That’s okay…I don’t wanna leave just yet…” 

Leviathan bent down to retrieve your satchel and what was left of your clothes, handing you the bag and draping the torn garments over his shoulder.

“That’s quite alright. My den isn’t far from here, and I’ve got some winter clothes you can borrow.” 

“That sounds nice…” 

You yawned and stretched a bit, clearly more than worn out. Humans and their limited stamina. 

“It’s alright, little mate,” Leviathan assured you. “Go on to sleep. I’ll take good care of you.” 

[starferret]

omg hiiiiii :3

Ok so first off thank you guys so much for all the love and support on the previous comic, it really does mean a lot. I might try to continue it in some way, either by just drawing some key moments, or sharing the script of it. But anyways!! Here’s some behind-the-scenes and fun facts about the comic!

This was the initial concept sketch from back in May. I wanted to focus on the creepy expressions that Luigi would have with mimicking Dimentio’s, but didn’t go that much into detail in the comic since it was just meant to be sketching out the ideas

These were the sketches for what was the next planned sequence, but I just didn’t like the action poses. SPEAKING OF ACTION POSES-

When trying to visualize the fight scene, I’d boot up Smash Ultimate and observe their attacks. I’d go to training mode and have so it advances by one frame at a time and just stare at it. I just spammed all of their attacks to learn about their fighting style and how they move.

Fun fact! Pretty much every Dimentio that floats behind Luigi were all drawn while I was on a 6 hour plane ride back in August

Writing stories always have you researching the most bizarre and mundane shit. I had to scrub through videos to see how Mimi teleports, and in the end I didn’t even do the one in the video. In Chapter 2 when Mimi is chasing you, she has a unique animation when she enters the room where she basically materializes out of a bunch of squares. There was no way I was going to be able to replicate that effect in 2 panels, so I went with the normal flipping animation- which she does do in her normal form.

Time for fun details :3

While the “dependent” one isn’t based on any specific moments, the other two are each from the previous Paper Mario games (woohoo I love canonical timelines!). “Insecure” is based on Luigi telling Mario about his adventures in TTYD, while his partner Blooey says that he’s lying. “Obsessed” was a bit harder for me to find an example of, but I settled on a line from his diary in the original Paper Mario. In one of his entries he talks about how the Goomba family came to visit and gave him a treat, and he writes “It looked so yummy I ate it without telling my brother! My FP increased by 3. .........You think he'll notice?”. Now this could be interpreted as “do you think he’ll know that I ate it without him” or something like that, but the way I interpreted it was that he’s proud of his FP increasing and wonders if Mario would notice this ‘accomplishment’, as if he’s desperate for his brother’s approval.

Luigi’s hand twitching is him trying to break free :) that punch angered him so much that he overpowered Dimentio’s control on him enough to be able to move his fingers around :)

Also I drew Bowser on Carrie cuz I didn’t know how to draw him running lol

[peachypede]

I saw @cecilioque had a dtiys event for their oc Lani and thought it’s a good excuse to draw Roseli but also practice some comic format stuff. (Not that I need an excuse to be self indulgent, but hey this makes me feel more productive when drawing so I’ll take it. And also this is fun?? Maybe I’ll do something like this for my own ocs in the future.)

I know Tauros are ride Pokémon in Alola, so maybe Lani mistook this one as a public ride? The saddle isn’t what she’s probably used to for a ride Pokémon. Luckily Oscar, despite being a Paldean Tauros, isn’t aggressive at all and just seems…confused at this interaction.

I feel like this is a first meeting. Roseli doesn’t know Lani yet, but is used to dealing with people who are like her. Luckily, Oscar didn’t get spooked and decide to make her mashed potatoes, so she’s relieved. (She just has a resting bitch face)

What the initial sketch looked like cause I thought the simple expressions were funny:

[gomzdrawfr]

i love yr oc sm aaaaa!! It makes me want to make my own oc too but im not that creative…i could write a lil but I can’t come up with cool backstories that i see from a lot of people, do you have any advice on this?

also Im gonna pretend the latest comic you did didn’t exist~

🫖

Hi 🫖!! Thank you for the ask and showing your love for my bbg Raven(im gonna assume its her since my other oc Fish is basically non-existent PFTTT) hehe 💕

I am probably not the best person to answer you this because funny enough, Raven is my first ever OC XD so my experience with OC creation is kinda just…based on vibes haha but I’ll offer a few of my stories

Its majorly thanks to my friend bressy when it comes to making Raven, although she doesn’t post her OC Ava as much now we do a lot of things behind the scenes!

If im going to be honest, my advice will always be just do it, you have to start somewhere and then roll the snow ball down the hill!

You might not believe this but my Raven initially was just suppose to be a regular military private with zero background and stuff and boi her first sketches were terrible XD but hey! At least I had a name and a purpose— which is im gonna ship her with Price.

Everything else comes afterwards! Slowly but surely, I didn’t start focusing on her until very much later when im more active in the cod active, which speaking of is also great because the community (albeit less) do have some people who are willing to talk about OCs, which can often help build your stories!

In my case I talked about Raven with Bressy a lot :3

Not sure if this count as an advice but in my case, Raven is like…a mash-up of a few characters that I love! So taking inspiration from your fav shows, characters and movies can help out. Hell, my Raven’s blueprint follows Ghost HAHA (quiet, deadly, silent, unhinged you name it)

I guess Raven’s character is based on my own experience as well, like Raven has a few pieces of me inside :3 maybe your oc can be an extension of yourself, something you wish you can have irl but unable to achieve it(god do I wish I know how to use knifes HAHA) or being the opposite

Oh yeah, dramatify everything you can think of HAHA and also trauma helps (not even kidding)

Like if we combine the “opposite” thing and making it dramatic, the prime example from my case would be: hey! Im a huge flower enthusiast, I love them

And then I turn it into the extreme in Raven, giving her anthophonia(fear of flowers) and then make up a traumatic backstory for it(got tortured in an abandoned kindergarten with sunflower wallpapers which manifested as generalised fear towards anything that resembles flowers of sorts)

I think what matters most is to have fun. Your oc doesn’t have to be extremely badass or complicated backstory! There’s absolutely no shame in creating one for the sake of your indulgence (like to ship it with any of the 141, yum)

And OC creation takes time, don’t rush the good stuff yk, heck I didn’t give Raven a full name until months later :)

I hope my answer can hopefully help you out a bit and possibly motivate you to make your own oc albeit its shite advices HAHAHA if you do make one though feel free to share :] I always love seeing other people’s OCs 🫶🏻

Regarding you ignoring Raven’s death…heh you do you because I have a part two incoming….👁️

Have a good day/night! Muahahahahaa

[libertys-lovers]

A Basic Guide to 🕶️💥Dramatics💥🕶️

Good evening everyone; the time has come for me to begin spamming my own format~ I used the almighty randomizer wheel to decide which ship I’d discuss first, and what’dya know, it picked the goober that the account’s currently themed after! So welcome to a breakdown of Freedom x Karamatsu, otherwise known as Dramatics.

* Introductions: Karamatsu Matsuno is the second-eldest brother of the Matsuno Sextuplets, therefore being a main character of Mr. Osomatsu. With his signature blue jackets (or his even-more signature biker-aesthetic ‘fits), Karamatsu’s known for being a try-hard when it comes to being cool. He thrives off of replicating romantic tropes and using a mysterious/solitary persona... all of which fail. The question of “what’s his job?” does not apply to this man for he does not have one. Meanwhile, Freedom is a comic creator defined by her "sleep-deprived artist” tropes. Though she’s often the common sense of the brothers, she’s also one to happily fuel their chaos whenever she can. She’s the type to go on random hobby-centric or “deep” tangents that nobody else can understand, as well as tangents about American food... for no known reason. Oh, and she’s also an interdimensional traveler- They two have incredibly passionate and eccentric personalities and often build off each others’ praise.

* Meeting: The two first met at the Fishing Holes, an iconic location from Mr. Osomatsu. Karamatsu’s youngest brother, Todomatsu, bet that Karamatsu wouldn’t be able to talk to a girl. Karamatsu, figuring the lone artist across the way would be easy to approach, decided to approach her for the bet. Though Karamatsu tried to make suave conversation with this artist (AKA: Freedom), she was so invested in her sketching that she barely noticed him. Once she DID notice him, she was so startled that she accidentally knocked her notebook into the water, which Karamatsu dramatically dove in to retrieve said book. This SOMEHOW lead to a successful conversation, ending with Karamatsu requesting she draw him. Kara didn’t know she existed before then, but Freedom knew he existed before then.

* Behaviors: The beginning of their friendship had Karamatsu being nervous because he was buddies with a new girl, while still trying to be smooth and cool. Freedom was relatively shy, often not initiating conversation until he did, but she still laughed at his antics (in an affectioate tone) and tried to compliment him back. They often went out of their way to avoid alerting each other of their troubles, both not wanting to be a nuissance. Fast forward to today, when these clowns are CONSTANTLY bouncing off their “r/imfourteenandthisisdeep” personas, making dramatic gestures and statements all the time- They do plenty of performative romantic actions, but underneath is a couple that genuinely cares about each other. When they’re facing anguish, the first people they go to are each other, and the other won’t stop until it’s resolved. Though the two are still easily flustered by physical affection (Karamatsu being MUCH easier to fluster), they’re definitely more comfortable with each other physically than before. Freedom loves crawling onto him just to cuddle when they’re laying down, and he just loves hugging her... like all the time-

* Development of Feelings: While Karamatsu’s development of “shallow lusting because he knew a chick” into “feeling genuine love” was gradual, there was a distinct moment when he realized it happened. See, when they weren’t as close, Karamatsu would always pull flirtatious nonsense without shame. However, as he grew closer to her, he started feeling more shy about doing them. Once he realized this happened, he KNEW he’d fallen into the pit known as love. As for Freedom, she entered the dimension having idealized feelings towards him. Those feelings relaxed into friendship though... until they resurfaced as actual romantic interest- There wasn’t a specific moment that reignited them, rather it was just the fact she kept seeing his dramatically cute and dorky self.

* Iconic Moments: The entirety of The Karamatsu Incident; since she was there, it played out just a bit differently >:3. For context, in the episode, Karamatsu got held hostage in the middle of the mfing ocean by Chibita (his buddy) to pay off his oden-stand debt. None of Kara’s family came, so Chibita felt bad, and they planned to prove his family cared about him... by threatening to burn Kara at the stake in front of them- Now in Dramatics canon (because rewriting actual canon is based), Freedom realized he was out at sea (albeit super late) and rushed over there to pay off his debt. She’d try to prevent the whole “burning at the stake” bit, but ultimately fail. So rather than Karamatsu being left on the street by Chibita (like in canon), Freedom would offer to take him to her place so he could have a moment of peace. Needless to say, he took the offer. The next few days consisted of Freedom helping him with injuries and Karamatsu enjoying himself on the beachside.

* Confession: Okay, so technically Karamatsu’s been confessing his interest in Freedom ever since they met, but nobody took that seriously so- The first proper confession actually came from Freedom (his flirting made her... VERY confident he’d say yes lmao). She confessed on Valentine’s Day, catching up to him while he was on the hunt for chocolate. She stumbled over her words a bit, but her dramatic flair pulled her through. It was overall a wonderful moment full of dramatic tears and phrases, ESPECIALLY for Karamatsu (as he never actually expected he’d get a partner). It was also a very lucky moment since the other brothers weren’t there to see (for they would’ve freaked out if they did / neg & lh).

* Nicknames: Karamatsu LOVES nicknames; he usually calls Freedom “honey”, “my dear”, “princess”, and of COURSE “My Karamatsu Girl”. Freedom (which at this point is just another name for “me”) is ALSO a sucker for nicknames. She usually calls Karamatsu “sunshine”, “baby” “my knight in (shining) cornflower blue armor”, and even “My Freedom Boy” (to compliment his “Karamatsu Girl” nickname).

* First Date: Their first date was simply a walk throughout the Matsuno’s area of Japan; the idea was to just explore and try out whatever they found interesting! Freedom enjoyed this because she wanted to spoil her little scrimblo and see parts of the dimension she hadn’t yet, and Karamatsu enjoyed this because he wanted to show her off and spoil her as well! They ended up trying out a cute lil cafe, checked out a pet-shop, and browsed a fashion store; they encouraged each other to try on different outfits as they took photos! Karamatsu’s brothers kept a close eye on them, and there were even a few attempts to sabotage the date, but comedic timing sabotaged the attempted sabotages :3. Freedom was a little embarrassed (/lh) whenever Karamatsu would show her off, and the two were aware that his brothers were near, but it was ultimately a pleasant time!

* Late Nights: Most of their late nights together are when Freedom joins the brothers at Chibita’s oden stand; she’s usually the sober friend and LOVES seeing the comical chaos break out around her. She’s also sometimes hung-out late at the Matsuno household. There’s been a time or two when she’s spent the night over there as well, though she always stole their upstairs couch for that. In terms of nights when it’s only Karamatsu and Freedom together, those mainly consisted of them taking nighttime walks around the neighborhood.

* Living Spaces: They don’t live together permanently, BUT they spend a hell of a lotta time at each others’ places. Freedom’s more likely to visit Kara, at least when it’s contained in his dimension; she often goes to hang at the Matsuno house for writing inspiration or just to chill, but sometimes Kara will visit her beachhouse too! Outside of Kara’s dimension though, Karamatsu visits Freedom’s pocket dimension literally ALL OF THE TIME. He’s one of the most consistent vistors there.

* Love Languages: Karamatsu provides Words of Affirmation and Acts of Service, but he C R A V E S Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation, like EXTREMELY so lmao. Freedom provides Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, and Physical Touch, but she craves Words of Affirmation and Quality Time the most.

* Friendships: Freedom’s made friends with Kara’s friends; Chibita’s one of her best buddies from this dimension, in fact! Freedom doesn’t have friends in this dimension that Kara didn’t know beforehand, but he has become close with her lovers and buddies from different dimensions (mainly Hawks from MHA).

* Family: Freedom’s interdimensional parent-figures like him! They worry a bit that he’s mooching off her (ya know, since he has no job), but he’s very sweet towards her AND them, so they trust him with her life. Her interdimensional kids usually find him super fun and reliable, albeit a bit cringy at times. Karamatsu’s family generally likes her; Osomatsu’s read some of her comics and finds her decent enough (though she’s too stuck-up for him), Choromatsu practically idolizes her for working in the comics industry, Ichimatsu thinks she’s too energetic but has her chill moments, and Jyushimatsu LOVES infodumping with her. Todomatsu and her are the closest; they have this incredibly close bond built from being the youngest/smallest out of their respective groups. Not to mention Karamatsu’s parents; O H how the Matsuno parents adore her, especially their mom! Freedom and Matsuyo always go on girls-days-out kinda adventures, and Matsuzo just thinks she’s a good influence.

* Symbolism or Aesthetics: Roses are a staple image of their relationship, for no other reason than it being Karamatsu’s default flower (with it being Freedom’s favorite to sniff). I also associate beach imagery with them a lot, but no particular aesthetics. The passage of time is a common motif/theme(?) I associate with them.

* Tropes: All Girls Want Bad Boys (except he’s only role-playing as a bad boy), Birds of a Feather, Cheesy Playboy x Straightwoman (he’s only a playboy in energy and aspiration-), Chocolate of Romance, Covered in Kisses, Devoted to You, Divine Date (Right? Because of Freedom’s dimensional nonsense?), Extrovert x Introvert, Everyone Can See It, Foot Popping, Malewife x Girlboss, Sickeningly Sweethearts.

* Free Space: Freedom’s able to bridal carry him whenever she wants; this isn’t even because of her powers making her stronger, it’s just that Karamatsu’s light. Their theme song is Buy You a Rose from AJR. Freedom also wears a matching version to... t h a t outfit of his. You know the one; the leather jacket w/ the tanktop that has his face on it? Yeah... she wears that... and wears it proud- They are also Bicons. Their ship name, 🕶️💥Dramatics💥🕶️, purely comes from the fact that they’re both dramatic af; that’s really it. The sunglasses reference Karamatsu’s sunglasses, and the explosion references action bubbles in comic books (ya know, for Freedom!).

[vonkarma2]

1, 2, 23 for the oc ask?

1. Your first OC ever?

I’m not 100% sure I’m pretty sure it was a superhero who could turn into any animal in a puff of smoke, she had been raised in the woods like all by herself and so she knew a lot about nature. She had kind of like a wild unpredictable personality, and her outfit was a leopard print onesie with like ears on the hood. Her name was She-ra because I had see He-Man and my dad mentioned She-ra also existed and so I used that same name because I thought it fit the character. This was when I was like 8 btw. But my ninjago fan oc (there were like elemental dragons in the show at one point) who was a pink girl dragon with the element of magic could have come first.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

Which character is my favorite changes pretty often, like depending on who I’m most interested in at the time and I guess whether I’m interested in their inner emotions, so I would say I do have a favorite like at any given time, but not any one favorite like in the long term (I do have one it’s Rocio)

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Saida was originally created as part of like. A school assignment for my art class basically what I was doing was creating a magical girl team based on 2000s fashion. So every character had like their own power and then what it was was tied to like whatever their character arc was (for example one of them was like super nice but had zero self esteem, so she initially had the power to heal the other characters + amplify their powers, but then she became more confident and could like use her own powers as well which were related to like light/the sun). 

It was like really simple so I finished the character designs but I didn’t really have a lot of interest in developing them any further. But then I did anyway for some reason + like 1/2 of the characters were abandoned but 1/2 of them I kept. Grace and Melanie have basically the same personalities except they’re not magical girls and they were like developed further into more in depth characters, but Saida’s whole like character was changed. She went from having no sense of identity (and so shapeshifting powers)+ feeling lost and helpless I guess to having to fake being overly confident because a lot of the things she wants in life seem impossible (whether it’s things that actually are very difficult like becoming a successful musician or things that are very plausible like having someone fall in love with her) and she’s convinced she’s going to fail at everything, so she like turned hard into acting as though she can do literally everything she wants and success is guaranteed until she starts to believe it, which at like the start of the story she kind of has, but she’s also stubborn and has an unwillingness to like reflect on her choices or think abt the future. 

I like her a lot basically :) I think she’s a fun character to write she’s really funny (< I have like 5 handwritten pages that will never see the light of day and some comic page sketches) and I like her relationships with the other characters. But overall she’s completely different than the original concept (or than she was in some of the 500 other iterations of this story, I last described what the story is like a month ago and that’s outdated now. Right now it’s mostly a slice of life type story with very very minimal magic elements but that could completely change. At one point this story was about being stranded in the far future, at another point it was Halloween themed. So with this I mostly have the characters and their relationships established + like ironclad, but as for what actually happens to them… anyone’s guess tbh.)

[punkchestnuts]

the product of immense work, part 3 chapter 7

Leon ended up having to change into a pair of jeans that day. He didn’t spend a lot of time in his apartment the next few days either (despite his initial plans to just stay home and probably read). He takes Hilal out in town, to different places he knows she’ll like. He takes her to small cafés and shops across town, to the more interesting places in the city that only locals know about: like that small bookshop that sells books in different foreign languages. Leon had bought a lot of early editions of Greek and German philosophy in there, and it remains to be one of his prized possessions in his library (he still isn’t as fluent with German as he liked).

It was there that he learned (and was impressed) of Hilal’s fluency in Greek. It was far more advanced that she’d let him initially believe, and they managed to have a short conversation in the language before Hilal burst out laughing in embarrassment.

(He’s also a little proud for taking the opportunity to flex his fluency over a few languages.)

“I’m not surprised you learned Turkish, you were already a little intermediate by the time we left,” Hilal had said.

“You have to admit you’re a little impressed, küçük hanım.”

She rolled her eyes. “Being cute doesn’t give you any favors.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Shut up.”)

After that, he brought her to the patisserie where she tried macarons for the first time. He was very amused at her expression, especially when the macarons they bought where shaped like kittens.

(“I thought they’d taste like Whoopie Pies,” she said with her eyes comically growing bigger.

He only laughs at her.)

In the course of the next few days, he takes her skating (which she decides she’ll be taking up as a hobby after an hour just skating around the rink and not minding Leon at all. He’s the one who just taught her, but she’s a natural at it and decides to go fast like it’s a race), manages to persuade her into taking a Japanese cooking class (where they attempt and fail at making mochi), takes her to museums and a few art galleries (where they meet a woman named Latife and happens to be an artist Hilal knows about. They leave the gallery with free sketches of them made by her), and goes to an arts and crafts fair (where he buys her a threaded bracelet and she buys him a bookmark too).

They also take pictures. They take A LOT OF THEM. His gallery is filled with recent photos of Hilal and he’s glad that he has so much space in his phone storage from not really taking any photos besides sunsets. (His wallpaper is one of the default ones.)

There are photos of her browsing through books and items up for sale at the shops they’ve visited. There are photos of her admiring food displays and of her unflatteringly shoving food in her mouth. There are also videos of her: skating ahead of him as she gets a better hang on how the roller skates worked; holding her hand so tightly just as she’s learning how to move with wheels; and speaking in Greek and in the other languages she knows.

What he likes the most are the photos and the videos she doesn’t know he took. They’re the ones that feature her reading quietly, sipping on coffee, admiring things, and all her genuine quirks.

(He has a particular picture of hers where she’s sitting across him in one of the cafés they’ve visited. They were disagreeing on a movie’s release date and she took her phone out to verify who’s right. She’s smiling down on her phone when he took the photo and he likes it so much he ends up making it his wallpaper. Though, he’s too chicken to make it into his lock screen wallpaper.)

He's going to miss her. He’s really going to miss her. He really does hope that no matter how long she’ll be studying, talking to her won’t dwindle or too tiring for the both of them. He hopes and trusts her that they won’t lose contact.

(What he doesn’t know is that Hilal makes a new folder in her gallery and titles it with a lion emoji.)

It’s the night of the dinner and he’s preparing to leave his apartment. Eleni is in the kitchen, making dinner for her and Ali Kemal. His roommate is leaning against the wall and watching Leon fix up his appearance.

“And you’re sure you’re really okay with this?” Ali Kemal asks as Leon puts on his shoes. “You’ve only found her again and now you’re just letting her leave?”

Leon huffs. They’ve had this conversation before. Just last night actually, when he came home from Hera and Mábel’s café and after dropping Hilal on her apartment building. He knows why Ali Kemal is bringing it up again and he appreciates his roommate for looking out for him, but sometimes one word should be enough.

“Of course. It’s what she wants, who am I to ask her to stay?” Leon says and assesses himself one last time in the small mirror they hang on the hallway wall.

Ali Kemal clicks his tongue. “Alright then, will I be expecting you to be moping for the next four years?”

Leon laughs. “You’d love that won’t you?”

“I’m serious, Leon.”

“Yes, I know. But you don’t have to worry Ali Kemal. I’m okay with it and I’ve made my peace with it. All I want it for Hilal to be happy.”

His roommate looks at him for a little while longer, as if staring him down can prove him wrong. “If you say so,” Ali Kemal relents and sighs. “Have fun at the dinner then.”

He gives Leon a heavy pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” Leon says, brushing his roommate’s hand away. “And no sex on the couch. PLEASE,” Leon says it loud enough so Eleni can hear it from the kitchen.

Eleni just laughs and Ali Kemal rolls his eyes.

 …

[frankhightower]

Beware of this scam

A few days ago, Sharon (relatively new user, blank gallery) fav's one of my arts on DeviantArt and notes me saying that she loves my style and wants to paint something of mine.

So I start by thinking she wants to do a collab. I ask and she says she wants to paint it, oil on canas, and that I would give her a finished, fully-detailed piece and she'd credit me on the oil painting.

So now I think she does reproductions. Why would she want me?

The piece will be huge, a crowd of humans and a crowd of furries. My most expensive commission ever, even at my prices.

Okay, but the art of mine she fav'ed was the Great Seal of the Mouse Government. Did that impress her that much?

I tell her we can start as soon as I get payment and she says "oh."

I'm thinking I asked her for too much money upfront, so I say "all I need is $10 for the initial sketch: the two main characters, and we can work up from there"

"No no no no no, I'll contact you tomorrow"

The next day she wants a second piece, and now they're not on canvas, but murals. Also, her name is now Hannah since we've moved to Discord. I tell her my price and she says, "no, it has to be the same price as the first." But, I object, there's no crowd in this one. That is not how I work. "It has to be for the same price. My client was impressed by your experience" What client? (The one who owns the walls the murals go on, of course!) What experience? (I didn't even have a price sheet before this year!) "They'll both cost him the same in supplies so the original artwork has to cost the same. You'll get the paycheck tomorrow" "You mean a literal check or...?" "Check as in Cheque. My client is very old" I say that's fine so long as I can digitally deposit it with my bank app. "You can't deposit it tomorrow, it's a holiday" I'm pretty sure the internet still works? "I mean, you can, but it will take longer to clear and we need to get started right away" Wouldn't it be cleared on the same day regardless then?

She seems like she wants the information for the endorsement (and I know that means account numbers). That's not how checks work, you're supposed to endorse it yourself. I ask why does it matter? "Oh, just in case he asks!"

Day 3 begins with her asking if I want to be on the old guy's company payroll. The job is now to populate an art gallery. "What company?" I ask "Here's the back of the check! Remember you can't deposit it today!" "...Where's the front?" "Of course he'd have to meet with you to put you on the payroll" "like... a zoom meeting?" "Conference call. He's veeery old fashioned." "Where's the front of the check?" "So I'll need your phone number" "Here's a phone number you can call me at. It's a burner. You can't create accounts with it." "Oh, hahaha, it's a burner? I hadn't even realized! I just need your email to send you the check, and you'll additionally get all the paints you asked for, of course" "...No"

So, aside from the red flags I comically highlighted, you can almost hear her brain going "Crap, he has low prices. It's not going to work for that little money!" "Crap, digital deposit. He's not going to give me an address!" "Crap, he knows how digital deposits work! The check will bounce before we grab him!" "Crap, he knows how checks work!" "Crap, I can't use this phone number!" "Crap, he already knows I can send the check through the chat and won't give me an email!" "Crap crap crap!"

And yes, I know it's a "her". There were voice calls. (Her accent was slightly different each time).

It wasn't at all funny as it was happening, though.

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[abovebelowetherington]

god how did I not introduce this dude sooner he has a bio and everything!, oh well as good a time as any I guess here’s to introducing the overlord of the world of wandering souls Count Patchington 

this freaky fruit ball was one of the earliest character ideas I had for the project which was initially about the story of a uncaring mole going through a spooky Halloween style setting for some comically petty reason which was losing his TV remote down the hole and going on a life threatening journey to get it back instead of....you know buying a new one,  I even have early sketches of the designs for the mole as well as a very very very early sketch of patchington that I made in this little mess of doodles 

as you can see the idea didn’t get very far depsite thinking that’s what I’d do for a while, oh well gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelette and this mole was unfortunately an egg.

anyways I also created a Bio for our good friend here as well whcih basically gives a basic rundown of his character and why he’s terrible at his job (I like how casual that sound when I type it down.)

in terms of inspiration it’s kinda clear as day that Patchington himself is a sort of hyrbid of two different monster types, Dracula which is seen in his attire and of course a Jack-o-Lantern, as for why is more describable as the idea sort of came to me naturally but also I just have a general affinity for Jack-O-Lanterns despite not being the biggest Halloween buff, however there might be another inspiration now that I think about it, a few years ago I created a falemon design of a ghost/grass type that carves Jack-O-Lantern styled head coverings due to it’s face being so scary to the point of causing paralysis,I called him Patchtetygeist  

also of all the designs made for this project Patchington for whatever reason was the one that seemed to come the most naturally to me, you can even see that in his earliest sketches this dude was fully realised the moment he was born, I guess I just had a really clear idea of what I wanted him to look like, like I’m almost shocked with how I basically nailed it on the first try. 

So yeah that’s Patchington, despite not talking about him I really adore this dudes design, I don’t know if I’m gonna use him in the future for other stuff but hey who knows maybe he’ll leave the confides of this concept to bring some pumpkin themed shenanigans upon my original projects. 

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. Sometimes I feel bad about the rage I feel about LO because like, bad works really should be allowed to exist. It's fine to turn off your brain for Fast and Furious or get horny over 50 Shades. The problem I have is LO's fake deep lessons it gives, pushing toward the WRONG direction. I'd be far less annoyed if it was just another trashy romance. Hades would have been fine as a shit guy; people love getting hot for fictional villains. This "aktchually he's the good guy" angle is embarrassing.

2. LO fans are more than happy to imagine the gods are neon pink and blue but at the same time get offended you fancast the actual gods as anything but blonde, blue eyed white people to be "accurate". even LO fan casts are overwhelming white people (and never greek, mind you) unless it's a villain like apollo or minthe, then they just HAPPEN to be black 🤔🤨

3. assuming the PJO Disney+ show is good and gets more seasons, just get ready for LO fans to try and review bomb it and harass the crew/cast because they'll see a popular series they already hate be mythology accurate with HxP and even show Hades would leave her to be with (gasp) a mortal instead. Apollo is even shown positively in it too!

4. The idea massive age gaps are "normal" IRL is a huge lie. It's basic statistics that most couples are within 2-5 years of each other's ages, while much older partners is a HUGE abnormally. Going off RS's ages for them (19/20 vs 40s mentally) that's barely 1% of the population, with divorce rates being HIGHER for these couples than closer in age ones. Just because old rock stars, actors, and businessmen marry women who can be their daughters' ages does not make it the norm, far from it actually.

5. RS claims she's "fighting against the toxic nature of purity culture" as if the FIRST EPISODE didn't set up the Madonna/Whore trope in Persephone and Minthe. Even them being with men that aren't Hades is framed this way. Persephone is still the pure heroine who was assaulted, she'd never willingly sleep with anyone who isn't her eventual husband! Meanwhile Minthe is the cheating whore though Hades also cheats on her and they're not exclusive. RS just lies so casually about what she depicts.

6. Ive LO fans say the Trojans deserved to be killed because they're "the bad guys" to the Greeks and bc Apollo is their patron god like?? Really?? The countless innocent men, women, and children deserved to DIE because of your shitty understanding of mythology and you not being able to tell Rachel's bad depictions apart from the actual gods? Did they read about Hektor's baby son being murdered and think he deserved it because Apollo may have liked him? These people are so gross.

7. Remember that one time when RS slutshamed Minthe for wearing a revealing dress to kid's party? Same kid who brings her mom alcohol drinks like it's nothing? And some chapters later we learn it's perfectly normal for gods to be naked around each other even if they are underage? And the shaming words come from a guy who is lusting over teenager's barely covered ass? And it's supposed to be women empowering webtoon? I just love the logic and consistency! No sarcasm, seriously!

8. Good time of the day to you I came with some news! This news may not be relevant or interesting, but when browsing the tag "Circe" here, I found this-https://why-i-love-comics.tumblr.com/post/658087925147369472/wonder-woman-black-gold-2-the-acquaintance  comic. This piece was done by RS, as you can see. Sometimes I compare her monochrome art, and the art her team colors off her sketches, and in my opinion LO would look better in black and white color scheme with some details in color! But that wouldn't work very well the color shading is inconsistent and would not look good!

9. i feel like LO fans are the same people who watched Labyrinth and got mad the MC didn't want to be with the Goblin King because they ignore the fact she was a sixteen year old girl who got over the initial desire for an older man praising her to instead see he was manipulating her and he was, duh, the villain of the movie. Like guys, there's a reason "older powerful man chases and lusts after an impressionable young girl/woman" both in fiction and in real life is seen as a BAD thing.

10. Something that I wish is Amphitrite being more important, she’s a queen and I don’t think she’s had one speaking line in 2 seasons.

[cosplayinamerica]

Kouru from Star Wars Visions : thegirlwithagreatsmile

What initially inspired me about Kouru's character from Star Wars Visions Episode 1, was her skill with the lightsaber umbrella. I've never seen anything like it before! It was both amazing and ridiculous that I immediately sat up on my bed and said to myself, "I have to make that. I have to be her!" I kept watching that first episode and I started seeing the multi-cultural elements in her design. It's primarily Asian like the main pieces are based on Samurai armor, which I started looking up online that night. That armor had a single "kusazuri" in front and the "do" redesigned as a corset type with a little pillow "nishiki" from a traditional kimono. And I always love tough looking female characters in heels. It's definitely not practical for battle and fighting, but it adds that extra wow.

I think it's normal for cosplayers to obsess about cosplay right at the moment of inspiration, so that's what I did. I thought about it a lot that night, what fabric, fastest way to make the outfit, and then the umbrella itself. My process is usually thinking a lot about how to make something, sketching it in my head, usually thinking more about the prop than the clothes or armor. I sketched how to make the umbrella lightsaber different ways, from how to make the mechanics of an umbrella from scratch to using a rice paper umbrella and deciding on repurposing an old large umbrella. I knew it had to be lightweight and I wasn't going to figure out actual lighting. My focus was to get it made and show it at a con. The clothing and armor was easy. I knew the pants had to keep a certain shape so the fabric had to be stiff and the armor parts also have to be light and thin so it'll be easy to wear and I won't overheat. The most difficult thing was making the "lightsabers". It turned out that the best way was the simplest way, which is to use foam board, popsicle sticks, reflective tape and hot glue.

(Photo; EBK )

SDCC and LACC were the perfect place to premiere that cosplay because there were a lot of industry people and Star Wars fans. It was very well received. The fandom recognized it right away and there were literal gasps and some were speechless. I know it's because it's so amazing and different and whimsical that people couldn't help but go "wow". Also, I made the wig using upholstery foam with a technique I learned from another cosplayer. It has a flowing look that suggests how Kouru's hair was bouncing and flowing in the episode but it had a familiar look like that from Dragonball. I did have to tell people taking pictures to use a flash to get the full effect and once they look at the picture they took then the "wow" got louder. It was great to see people's faces light up and their jaws literally drop. The cosplay is unexpected and they loved it.

One of the standout moments happened after SDCC when the executive producer of that episode messaged me and complemented my work. Sometime after the author of the book accompanying that episode shared my cosplay picture on social media.It feels great to bring other peoples art and visions to life.

I didn't know I was already cosplaying when I used to work at nightclubs in West Hollywood and we had to wear different costumes on certain nights, like superheroes and villains. I took some fashion design classes after college and experimented with different garment constructing techniques, learned about fabrics, and bringing ideas to reality. I also made costumes and gowns for pageants that I competed in, so I already knew how to make stuff. Technically, I officially started cosplay in 2016 when I intentionally made and wore costumes for a local comic convention. My niece told me about cosplay in 2014 and realized that I already do that but it wasn't until I went to that convention that I consider myself becoming official.

Costume making has always been a hobby, usually for pageants and halloween. Back then it was mainly for fun, competition and to show off. Cosplay has become my art therapy after my husband passed away in 2017. The process of designing to making to wearing what I make helps me with focus, calms me down, allows me to express myself, and explore other sides of me. The most rewarding thing is when kids see my cosplay in person and they have these great smiles and eyes widen with amazement. It's also always rewarding when the "big kids", the adults who still have their inner child, when their faces light up and go "ooh" and "wow" and just become speechless. 

I think because cosplay has become so popular and mainstream, a lot of cosplayers get caught up with becoming popular especially on social media. I still struggle with it but I always remind myself that cosplay is costume and play. If I don't play, if I don't have fun, then I'm just wearing a costume. That's why conventions are a big part of cosplay, the in person connection people make with others who share the same fandom is incomparable. Social media has been helpful especially these past couple of years. It has kept cosplayers and fandoms connected but it also got to a lot of people's heads. I hope cosplayers always remember to have fun in their costumes regardless if the made the threads themselves or bought the costume already made. Keep the play in cosplay.

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century

AYO! Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle! Team Enemies-to-Lovers for the win. I bring you another oneshot. but this time i used 3 prompts like a dumbass.

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Daminette Oneshot 4.3K words (no warnings except slight cursing)

Summary:

“Marinette is invited to the Super-Rockin' Wedding of the Century and she needs a date. Alya is both her best and worst wingman.”

Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle, I used 3 prompts to make this thing: 1. "You don't have to like me, you just need to pretend you do." 2. "I like your costume. You look very cute." "Are you making fun of me?" 3. 'Write about a very unusual wedding proposal.' this is the culmination of all my efforts.

without further ado:

It was the biggest news on the internet. Global sensation, international rockstar, Jagged Stone, was officially engaged to childhood friend turned manager, Penny Rolling. Memes and fan theories stormed every corner of the web. Trending topics including #rockstar_wedding and #RollingStone permeated every social media platform. Guest lists were speculated, dress designers were tagged in every post that even mentioned the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’. It was total mayhem but none felt it worse than up-and-coming Parisian designer, M. D. Cheng, privately known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The young adult was up to her neck in design templates, and was drowning in half-baked ideas and sketches. While the internet has only heard about the proposal for a solid two weeks at this point, Marinette was in the know for six months. Jagged Stone had contacted her in advance because he needed her help with the proposal itself.

And what a proposal it was.  

Jagged had outlined his idea in simple terms but it was still so mind-boggling that Marinette needed him to draw some visual aids to completely convey his idea. Initially it sounded simple enough but the more the man spoke, the more Marinette felt her brain fry at the mental picture. It first involved recreating a scene from Penny’s favourite movie. Which sounded rather romantic, if you ignored the fact that her favourite movie was Bride of Chucky. Then it involved Jagged dressed as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz. Oh, and the proposal had to happen on Halloween because that was the anniversary of their first date apparently, and based on everything else this plan entailed it might as well have been. Marinette’s role in all of this was to simply re-make the white wedding dress Chucky’s bride, Tiffany, wore because Penny already had the leather jacket to match. Of course she did. She didn’t even want to know how Jagged acquired the Tinman suit. Not her barrel of monkeys.

While many thought Jagged was the eccentric one of the pair, due to his loud personality and being an actual rockstar, the more Marinette worked for the two of them over the years, the more she learned how absolutely wrong they all were. It turned out it was Penny’s idea for Jagged to dye his hair purple, and she was the one to ask him out on Halloween all those faithful years ago. Her calm and collected demeanor was an impressive cover for the absolute weirdo she actually was. And Jagged had planned a proposal that was undoubtedly perfect for her. Regardless of how abso-fucking-lutely bizarre it was.

To each their own and let’s move on.

The set-up for the proposal started with Jagged, dressed as the Tinman, playing the part of Chucky, who begins the body-switching chant from the movie. Everything from that point on was resting on Penny’s love for the movie. Without hesitating, Penny, dressed as Tiffany, and playing her part, knew the lines by heart and immediately began reenacting the scene with Jagged. Her lines involved telling ‘Chucky’ to kiss her while she reaches for a knife that’s supposed to be in his pocket. Instead, as Jagged was still dressed as the Tinman, Penny pulled out a slip of paper. On said paper, the words ‘All the Tinman wanted was a heart’ were written in Jagged’s almost illegible chicken scratch. When Penny was distracted with the piece of paper, Jagged had gotten down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring. The actual words of his proposal were never actually said because, upon seeing the ring, Penny flung herself into the man, clipping her chin into his metal-plated shoulder, but she wasn’t complaining.  

So that was how the proposal went.

Wedding planning started almost immediately since the newly engaged had already picked a theme. And this is where Marinette began to regret every life choice she has made since she was thirteen; starting with opening the mysterious box she found on her desk and ending with agreeing to being the main designer for the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. One thing that wasn’t well-known but not a secret about Jagged was that he was a superhero fan. He grew up enjoying the fictional ones in his childhood comic books and he adored the real ones he witnessed in his adult life. His song that he dedicated to the teenage Ladybug was only one part of his… appreciation. His hero-worship went so far as to beieve that a hero-themed wedding was appropriate. Or he didn’t, but also didn’t care about adhering to societal propriety and went with that theme anyways. So the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century was now the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. And twenty-three year old Marinette was incharge of the entire wedding party’s outfits.

Perfect.

As a small mercy from some god, both the bride and groom to-be had a rather short list of people in their parties. Marinette was also able to design appropriate hero-themed outfits for all of them and scheduled them for fittings in the coming weeks. That, surprisingly, was the easy part as there were plenty of heroes to draw inspiration from. However, that wasn’t the cause of her current crisis right now.

No. Marinette was up to her neck in unnecessary designs and ideas because she’s been avoiding one particular contingency in her acceptance of the wedding invitation.

She needed a date.

She needed a date because she had promised Penny that she wasn’t overworking herself and to prove it, she would bring a date to the wedding. Rather than call any of the people who expressed interest in her at some point in time, she designated herself to wallow in her situation and distract herself with designs. In the midst of her one person pity party, her phone rang under the sea of ripped out pages. She scoured for the device and hastily answered before she could accidently send the caller to voicemail.

“Hello?” She didn’t check the caller ID and was delighted at the sound of her best friend answering her.

“Marinette! How’s it going over there?” Alya’s voice was mixed in with the busy street life of Metropolis. She had moved there immediately after high school, snatching an internship with the Daily Planet and attending the local community college. She and Marinette don’t call often due to time differences, but when they do it’s like they’ve never parted. She always looked forward to her calls.

“It’s going great, Als,” if she ignored her current dilemma, then yeah, everything was perfect. “But you wouldn’t happen to have an available bachelor willing to be my date to the ‘Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century’ in your back pocket, would you?”  

Alya’s answering laugh was both comforting and teasing and Marinette felt herself missing her even more. What she said next, however, took Marinette by surprise.

“Actually I do.”

“Pardon?”

“Well,” she took a pause to build suspense. “I know a guy who knows a guy. But it’s nothing shady, I swear.”

“That’s not comforting.” Oh god. What has she unintentionally signed herself up for?

“You know my coworker, Jon? The guy who does the photography for all my field work?” Alya had met Jon as soon as she had started her internship. Both of his parents were top journalists at the Daily Planet so he volunteered to act as tour guide for all the new interns. He and Alya, from the exasperated stories Marinette has heard from Nino, got along like a house on fire. If he was involved, Marinette was starting to doubt even further that this was going to end well for her.

“Yes, I know Jon. How is he by the way?”

“He’s fine, but I remember him telling me how he tried to set up his best friend on several dates over the years and how they all ended poorly. He’s as approachable as a brick wall; not just a prick but the whole damn cactus. Or so Jon says.” How does that sound like someone Marinette wanted to bring along with her to the wedding? “But he’s totally your type so I could ask Jon to wrap him up in bubblewrap and send him your way whenever you want.”

“How,” and Marinette said this with a lot of feeling, “is he my type exactly?”

“Green eyes with daddy issues.”

“ALYA!” Marinette was absolutely floored at her bluntness. She wasn’t even sorry about shouting into the receiver.

“Am I wrong? You have a type and he fits that type. Jon mentioned how this guy and his dad hit several roadblocks when they first met. And I’ve seen pictures of him so ‘green eyes’ checks too.”

“That is not my type of guy.” She can’t believe this was how this conversation was going.

“Adrien.”

“I didn’t even know who his father was at the time, Alya.”

“Felix.”

“His dad is dead! That doesn’t count as ‘daddy issues.’” She can feel her cheeks flaming as the call went on. Any hotter and she was going to set her sketchbooks on fire. “Besides, I dated Luka so he doesn’t fit the criteria.”

“He’s an outlier and that’s only because his eyes are blue.” Okay, fine she had a type. “And besides, you don’t even have to date the guy. You only need him to accompany you to the wedding and you both go your separate ways after. No harm, no foul.”

Right. That was true. No strings attached. She could do that.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she held her breath and let it out loudly, ignoring Alya’s chuckle at her dramatics.” Give Jon my number to give this guy. And send his number to me.”

“Wahoo! Look at you, girl,” Alya was hooting and hollering over the speaker and Marinette found herself going along with the theatrics. “Okay, I will. But I gotta go, my cab is here. Bye!”

“Bye! Stay safe. Oh before you go, what’s Jon’s friend’s name anyways?”

“Uh, Damian, I think.” The call ended before Marinette could respond, but it was okay she mused. Tossing her phone onto her couch, she flopped down onto her floor and stared at her ceiling contemplatively.

What could go wrong?

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When Alya had described this Damian guy as ‘not just a prick but the whole damn cactus,’ she was right. Marinette had been texting back and forth with Damian for a month, and the guy was making this idea seem less and less worth it by the day. Whenever Marinette tried to learn more about the guy, he would ghost her for days on end before replying with a half-assed response at best. She knew nothing about him other than that his first name was Damian and that he was from Gotham. She had no idea how the ball of life that was Jon was even friends with someone like Damian. She asked as much to Alya in their most recent call.

“How did they even meet?” She was pacing the floor plan of her apartment, ready to tear her hair out. “Did Damian bully him in school or something?”

“Apparently their dads knew each other and introduced them,” Alya sounded half awake, stifling a yawn; probably because Marinette had called her at 1 am, Metropolis’s time. “Their brothers being friends also forced them to get along.”

“And that’s another thing!” Marinette had paused in her pacing and was now staring intently at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Any more rage in her glare and the plant would have wilted and died. “He doesn’t tell me anything about him. I don’t need to know all his personal information, but if he’s going to be flying out to Paris on my behalf, I think I at least deserve to know his last name.”

“Hey, M,” another yawn echoed through the speaker, “I love you, truly, but maybe this could wait for holier day time hours?”

“I guess,” a vindictive part of Marinette felt like this was payback for all those inopportune calls when Marinette was busy with clients. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“It’s no big deal. But have you tried talking to him about it? If he’s ghosting your texts, try calling him. If he ignores you then too then maybe you should try finding another person to be your plus one.”

“The wedding is in two weeks, Alya!” Marinette partially regrets waiting so long to vent her frustration about the situation but she had tried to tough it out. “I would have much preferred if you were my plus one. You sure there’s no way to convince your parents to skip out on the family trip?”

“Sorry, M. Once the news about the proposal hit the internet, I tried everything. I even tried to use work, saying that I could cover the ceremony for the newspaper. My folks won’t budge though. My dad’s aunt is important to him and he wants us all at the funeral.”

“Right, right, I forgot about that.” Now she felt like an ass. “Send you dad my condolences when you see him again.”

“Will do. Good morning, Marinette. And don’t worry too much about the guy. Everything will turn up great. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Alya. Good night, get some sleep.”

The line went dead and Marinette let out a rather weary exhale. She had no idea how this was going to work. She pulled up her contacts and searched for what she had Damian saved as.

‘Douche’ flashed on her screen and she hit the call button without remorse. She didn’t care that it was also currently 1 am in Gotham. He didn’t deserve that much consideration from her.

“What?” His voice was gravely and deep. And also really pissed if his clipped tone was anything to go by.

“Damian? Hi, this is Marinette, the girl you’re accompanying to the wedding in two weeks?” Her voice was pitched as if she was dealing with an irritating customer. Fake and polite.

“I know who you are. Why are you calling me at this unreasonable hour?” Fair, but Marinette was still aggravated at him so she wouldn’t concede.

“I’m calling because we need to talk.” She heard him scoff over the line and she felt her blood boil even hotter. She took several calming breaths to reign her temper in. “Don’t hang up.”

“Look,” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse and kept talking, getting everything off her chest. “This wedding is important to me and I promised the bride I would bring a date. After that you can delete my number and we never have to speak to each other ever. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Whatever,” he sounded less annoyed from when he first answered the phone. “I will act as cordial as the situation requires, and nothing more. I also have my attire secured for the wedding and accommodations in Paris already prepared. I will see you at the wedding.”

“Than—” The sound of the call ending interrupted her and her frustration was back tenfold. With a cry in anguish she flung her phone onto her couch and stomped into her kitchen to channel her rage into baking.

Three loaves of bread and a dozen eclairs later, Marinette felt calm enough to finish the final touches on her outfit for the wedding.

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It was the day of the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. The Rolling-Stone’s, as they were asking to be called, had kept the ceremony small. Relatively. Only two hundred invited guests, few of which were asked to bring a plus one. Marinette was over the moon at the array of outfits people were sporting. Some chose full-on cosplay while others, like herself, went for more subtle nods to the heroes. In honour of a previous Ladybug, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Marinette based her outfit off of Wonder Woman’s uniform, Hippolyta’s daughter. A navy blue sequined halter top bodice that flows into a blood red A-line skirt. She paired it with a thick silver belt, silver gladiator heels rather than boots and broad silver arm cuffs. It was simple but effective. Besides, all attention should be on the bride and groom today.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention and she turned only to come face first with red with black spots. Ladybug. Someone chose her as inspiration. How flattering. Looking up to see who was wearing the Ladybug-themed suit jacket, she stared at a pair of deep forest green eyes and a sneer to ruin that ridiculously handsome face. She recognized him from the photo Alya had sent some time ago. Damian.

“Hi, Damian,” at least one of them had to be civil and Marinette knew it was going to be her. But the idea that of all the heroes for him to choose from he chose her sent her into poorly stifled fits of giggling. Images of him going ‘Lucky Charm’ and ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ were almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know what’s so amusing about my choice of attire,” his face was starting to flush in similar shades to his jacket and that made Marinette laugh harder. “Ladybug is a well respected heroine and I thought it appropriate to pay homage while in her home city.”

“No. No no. There is nothing wrong with it. I like your costume, you look very cute.”

“Are you making fun of me?” His irritation was rather cathartic for the still giggling woman.

“No, I just didn’t think you would have put that much thought into your outfit for today. You always gave me the impression that you were ready to back out at any time.”

“I made a commitment and I had all intentions to see it through the end.”

“Could have fooled me.” And her snark was back. Now was not the time to pick a fight with the guy, he did fly all the way to Paris on her behalf after all.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” and Marinette wanted to know how he managed to sound so condescending with that statement. “How did you even get an invitation to this wedding anyways? You’re not a celebrity and you don’t look like family either.”

“Actually,” she said it with more force than what was probably necessary but his slightly accusatory tone was just so irritating. “I am the lead designer for the wedding party,” her chest was swimming with confidence at the chance to talk about her job. “I’ve worked with the bride and groom for years; M. D. Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette will deny to her grave the rush of satisfaction at the absolute gobsmacked look on Damian’s face. A real fish out of water. Mouth open wide ready to catch flies. She wished she could capture this moment forever.

The moment was over too soon because Damian was regaining his composure and slipping into his default stoic expression. He cleared his throat and fixed a look at Marinette. It was rather intense.

“I believe I owe you an apology then.” He looked put-out at admitting something so menial. “I believed you were nothing more than a socialite chain climber.”

“A what?”

“When Jon reached out to me saying that a friend of one of his coworkers needed a date for an event, and when that event turned out to be the wedding of someone of such popularity, I figured you were only trying to increase your own social status by showing up with me on your arm.”

“And you said ‘yes’ anyways?” Marinette was confused but pieces of the mystery that is Damian were starting to fit in place. But something else stuck out as odd to her. “Also, how would you being my date increase my social status anyhow?”

He scoffs before answering. Bitch.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time one of Jon’s set-ups ended that way. Besides, we’ve had an agreement that I can’t turn down an offer until meeting the person face to face.” Weird deal but some friendships are just like, Marinette supposes. “And being seen with me is enough to make anyone more popular.”

“...And you are?”

“Damian… Wayne…” He spoke as if he was talking to a small child. As if it should be obvious who he was like he was some celeb— Oh shit.

A name had flashed into her mind. On the finalised guest list, Marinette had only seen it once in passing, there was a name that belonged to someone Jagged was rather excited to see. He said the friend was an old college buddy. She remembered that much. She had completely forgotten that ‘a billionaire playboy’ was also attached to the name. Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne. Suddenly everything in the past few months made perfect sense. The cold shoulder, the ghosting, and his prickly disposition. He was overly guarded because he had justified reasons to be. Now she felt like an ass.

“Oh.” Real intelligent, Marinette.

“Oh? What, you didn’t know?” He sounded incredulous at the notion and he had every right to be. Marinette could only shake her head. Words were failing her now, her brain trying to rewrite the memories of every interaction the two ever had.

She was saved from further mortification by a call for everyone to find their seats. The wedding was about to begin.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Penny’s dress was a silver grey, tied back with a golden belt. Instead of a long train, Marinette had attached a black cape that shimmered in the right lighting. Penny wore a tiara with two peaks to imitate the ‘bat-ears.’ A Batman-themed wedding dress was not something she ever saw herself making, but she was proud at how beautiful and confident Penny looked in it. Jagged was adorn in a royal blue suit with bold red lapels. He also had a matching red cape. His hair was styled in the familiar sleek way Superman wears it. The two made quite the pair.  

The reception was a lively affair. Jagged had dedicated several songs to his new wife and they dazzled the crowd on the dance floor. Marinette didn’t pay much attention to the speeches beyond a quick glance at Damian when his own father stepped up to the podium. He had buried his head in his hands, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. A courtesy pat on the back was all Marinette gave to him.

The two hadn’t really spoken much since the revelation that they had completely misjudged each other. The awkward tension was almost palpable. As Marinette was gathering the courage to speak to him, to try and officially clear the air, she was being dragged by one of the bridesmaids onto the dancefloor. It was time for the bride to throw the bouquet. All the unmarried women were being corralled into a tight cluster and Marinette got swept up in the tide.

Marinette wasn’t focusing on the actual game, trying her hardest not to get trampled, when she saw something move in her periphery. Years of being Ladybug had left her with finely honed instincts so she could not be blamed when she immediately jumped and caught the incoming object. The bouquet. She had caught the bouquet. Oh that was just her luck. Deafening squeals of delight brought her out of her own head and she was suddenly being embraced in Penny’s arms. She returned the hug, sharing in her delight, before breaking away to sit down.

“Nice catch.” His voice had surprised her, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her for the rest of the night.

“Uh, thank you. Just lucky, I guess.” Damian didn’t get the chance to respond because he was being dragged by his own father to join all the bachelors in catching the garter. Marinette was equally uninterested in this spectacle and had let her mind wander to other things.

A loud uproar caught her attention again and her eyes zeroed in on Damian holding the tossed garter. He made his way back over to her, dropping himself into his seat gracelessly. The two sat in silence, contemplating the implications of them both catching the garter and bouquet. The games were done purely for tradition’s sake, with total disregard of what it was supposed to symbolise. Still. One’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Minutes ticked passed and Marinette was beginning to wonder if someone was going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“So,” Damian’s voice was slightly strained, like he wasn’t used to being this flustered. It was kind of endearing. Wait what?

“So.”

“While marriage seems far out of reach for right now,” Oh god. He was going to talk about it. “How does dinner sound, next Friday?”

“Wait,” he wanted to spend more time with her? After their disastrous first impressions? “Really?”

“Really. I believe we started off on the wrong foot,” he let out a soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating. “Which isn’t really new for me, but it’s not everyday I meet someone who doesn’t recognise me at first glance. I think you’re someone who I would like to get to know better. If that is something you are also interested in.”

“Yeah,” Marinette knows all about wanting to get acquainted with someone who she’s had a bad first impression of. Just look at her past relationships. Wow, she really does have a type. Damning thoughts for later. “Friday works for me. Seven pm?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the details then.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

The rest of the evening was spent in companionable silence with small bouts of conversation in between. They shared a couple dances on the floor and parted ways at the end of the night with budding anticipation for Friday.

As Marinette was preparing for bed that night in the comfort of her apartment, she sent a text to Alya that her friend would see later in the day.

You were right, I do have a type :(

[dukku-of-catempty]

Bonnoki Itaru's interview with his "mentor of unreachable hieghts" One pt.3

original interview: https://natalie.mu/comic/pp/sugushinu

translated from weibo

pt.1 pt.2

----As the special event of this occasion, we asked One sensei to draw characters from KyuuShi. though it’s only a sketch when this talk happened……

Bon: I see it……!

(Comments after One’s drawing is finished

One: Congratulations on the anime. It’s very interesting. I look forward to future stories from the strong personalities of KyuuShi.

Bonnoki Itaru: My heart stopped for about 5 seconds. I’m so happy I keep sweating. The 3 who didn’t appear together in the manga look really happy here…...One sensei’s drawing…...So happy…...I’ll use it as my phone wallpaper! Thank you so much!)

----Now there’s 3 characters, but Bonnoki sensei initially asked for either Ronaldo or John or Naijiri

Bon: There’s a reason, Ronaldo is the main character, John is the mascot. Naijiri is my secret wish, I want to see how he’ll look in One’s style.

----Kind of surprised Draluc’s not in the lineup

Bon: There are times when I asked other people to draw KyuuShi characters, and I often get “Draluc is super hard to draw”...... I guess it’s because he’s drawn in my style to the fullest.

----One sensei took the offer and drew all 3 characters.

One: I thought, Naijiri has crossed paths with John, he can hold up John with Ronaldo.

Bon: Thank you, it’s wonderful.

One: Naijiri is also a character I really like. I really like the characters that seem as if they walked onto the wrong set. Originally a character from a serious drama, but slowly infected by comedy, and with it came their humanity (laughs)

----By the way, Is there a character you want to draw? One: I really like Draluc’s face so I’d like to try.

Bon: I should have said Draluc then! (laughs) I’m honored that sensei says this, but because I really like sensei’s drawings, I guess that’s the reason my style might be a bit close to sensei’s…...

----We’d also like to know about the KyuuShi anime. First, what were your feelings when you heard that it’ll become an anime?

Bon: At first I felt “maybe it won’t get axed now”....... I used to always think “when will I get axed”, now I guess Akida bookstore will let me live for a while, my life’s safe for now.

----More feelings of safety than happiness.

One: Though I said this before when I heard of the anime, once again, congratulations. Every time Bonnoki sensei always says “It’s thanks to sensei”, but I think it’s by your own power. I really respect Bonnoki sensei, and think it’s quite a feat to continue a weekly serialization. When I heard of the anime, I was really encouraged, I felt I should work harder as well.

Bon: Thank you…….

----When we had this interview, the 1st episode just aired, have One sensei watched it?

One: Of course. Episode one is a bit special, since it’s the only chapter when the castle is still there, it’s really true to the manga and a lot of fun.

----The manga usually completes the joke in one panel , the comedy is really concentrated. I had thought the tempo would be hard to bring on screen, but it was done really well.

Bon: It’s thanks to the hard work of the staff on the production team, the directors, the background artists, color design etc. that the anime is done so well.

One: An anime multiplies the amount of people working on the series, the series also becomes stronger. MP100 is like this too, to see a project independent from me, made by animation staff, brings a lot of joy. A work like this gets to air on TV and be seen by more people, it’s also quite marvelous. As a spreader of seeds of a work like this, I’m very happy. It's a treasure.

----Though only the 1st episode has aired, what are your feelings on the reaction to the anime, Bonnoki sensei?

Bon: To be honest, there are too many Twitter and internet articles, I didn’t receive them directly. I had to learn through my family, but I’m really happy there’s such a huge response. Another thing, sorry it’s sort of private, my grandmother is starting to get dementia. She has a John plushie, she didn’t really know what it is. After watching episode one, she would put the plushie on her knees, pet it and say “Your name is John? So cute.” This made me really happy.

----Thank you for sharing this touching story. Although John’s plushie is no longer on sale now, the cushion will be on sale until 10/31 24:00. And the voice acting cast of Kyuushi, even the side characters are really extravagant. The Nuderanium we’ve talked about many times today is Otsuka Akio (laughs). Did the author make a wish list for the VA choices?

Bon: Actually I was asked to hand in a VA wishlist beforehand. But it’s only along the lines of “please look for VAs with voices like these”, for impression, so I naturally listed some big names. And then they came as I listed. I’m like “No way, what’s going on”

----The official twitter also cited, you let the VAs read the pervy lines you wrote……(laughs)

Bon: Exactly. I went to the recording, and, I thought, what did I make these legends say! I’m sorry! (laughs)

----I look forward to future episodes as well. It’s near the end of the interview, is there anything you’d like to say to each other?

One: I said it earlier. Bonnoki sensei always said it’s thanks to me, but I thought from the start that you’d be a person to draw interesting mangas. If you’d get more and more famous, your works more and more known, and more people come to read manga, I’d be really happy too. I look forward to future anime episodes.

Bon: The first episode is the most slow tempo and quiet one, it’ll only get noisier from now on (laughs)

One: I see (laughs) And weekly serialization is hard work, take care of your health.

Bon: Thank you. There will always be times when one’s health is not good, but I’ll try hard to find my rhythm. Although sensei is very modest, I am where I am today only because sensei took me in on that day. Sensei is my mentor of the soul, please take care of me in the future as well.

One: Nono, please take care of me.

[junkmixart]

I drew up a character sheet for the BOZO BOYS~~~ because they deserve only the best! 

And some roughs that didn’t make the cut in the webcomic! 

The first and second ones were the initial character endings for Ace, Boomer and Brick but I ended up changing it to make their character paths a lot more personal but I think these were some pretty funny ideas i wanted to share!

the last sketch based off chapter 3, Richie and Shifty at first were gonna actually fight about Button’s sickness but that one also got changed because it didn’t quite fit the story. But i thought i would just include it too for those shippers who like the angst LOL 

Link to Rockababy comic!

[clarenecessities]

As my followers may have picked up from my long, spiraling rants, I’ve undertaken a new research project, courtesy of the death grip She-Ra has on my brain. And guess what? It’s finally at Disseminate Information Stage! So I’m going to lay out all of the gods, demigods, and godbeasts of the Masters of the Universe. With sources!

This table is more of a cheat sheet. We’re gonna tackle this god by god, with a section on Actual Lore & a meta section to help you decide how valid you think they are, because frankly some canons are more canon than others.

Asklepia, Benevolent Snake Goddess

Lore: Asklepia is one of two snake goddesses, the benevolent twin sister of Serpentia. We know very little about her abilities, but the Snake Clan (a clan of human warriors) were said to worship her, and they were famed for their architecture and healing. She had the ability to curse and deform people--to what extent is uncertain, but she’s known to have condemned a fallen priest named Ka, whose disfigured likeness now adorns Snake Mountain.

Behind the Scenes: First appearing in the 1987 comic “Il Nero Cristallo Del Potere“, Asklepia remained nameless for over 30 years, until Masters of the Universe Classics (MOTUC) released a few choice bios. For the unfamiliar, MOTUC seeks to reconcile the often contradictory canons into one overarching narrative, which is great in theory, but in practice is kind of like putting ice cream on a hot dog. And calling it a Chilly Dog ® as if that makes it taste better. But I digress. In 2019 they released a bio for the Staff of Ka which finally put a name to the less-evil Snake Goddess, in an obvious nod to Asclepius and the asklepian (that staff+snake icon people put on medical stuff).

Sharella, the Green Goddess and/or “Avatar” of Asklepia

Lore: Contradictory

Long Version: Okay I’ve put avatar in quotes because it is... contentious. Basically, and you’ll see here why I felt the need to make this post instead of relying blindly on the wikis, Sharella was introduced (in the ‘87 licensing guide) as a tribal leader who had joint custody of Gray, the original name of He-Ro’s alter ego, while he was growing up. This was further developed by Emiliano Santalucia’s concept work, wherein she was the leader of the Green Tiger Tribe (GTT) specifically. While the comic concept was not run through licensing & is thus not “canon”, the idea of her leading the GTT persisted. This teeny tiny image of her from Tytus and Megator’s 1987 Italian box art was all we had until 2008, when one of He-Man’s accessories described her as the “warrior woman ally” of Queen Veena, “who had been changed into the immortal green-skinned avatar of the Goddess Asklepia”. In 2009, MOTUC released a figure for The Goddess, apparently forgetting they’d done that shit the year before because the packaging did say “K’yrulla” was her real name. They had to cover it up with a sticker. 

So who’s The Goddess? Way back in the days before Mattel solidified any of the lore around MOTU, there were mini-comics released with the toys. Initially, the Goddess served a similar function to the Sorceress in the cartoon, and was in fact sometimes called the Sorceress. She facilitated He-Man’s transformations, gave him missions, was generally magical and mysterious, etc. If you know who the Sorceress is, and you can picture Teela, but green? That’s about it.

Back to Sharella, though. The Third Ultimate Battleground rolled around in 2015, and for the first time since some packaging in the 80s, we saw Sharella in action! She was shot through the heart with a poison arrow. Yeah. But don’t worry, she received a blood transfusion from Moss Man (who we’ll get to later), and was transformed into the Green Goddess! She’s immortal now. How Asklepia figures in here is sort of unclear, which is weird since this is still part of the MOTUC line, but whatever. Whatever! Queen Grayskull (the aforementioned Veena) received a bio in 2015 as well, which described Sharella as her apprentice who became “The Goddess”.

Horokoth, Aspect of the Mother Goddess

Lore: DC went a little batshit (pun intended) with the lore for the Eternity War. Here the Goddess is three combined aspects, “Serpos” (Serpentia) for the Snake Men, Zoar for the human “Eternians”, and a third, invented deity called Horokoth, who represents the Horde. Horokoth is “the coming destroyer. The darkness at the end of days.” and is represented by a bat.

Behind the Scenes: That last link has a clearer picture of her, it just didn’t crop well. Also, I confess I couldn’t bring myself to read Eternity War. As thrilling as the prospect of a cohesive narrative is, if I wanted to see Adora slit her brother’s throat there’s the edgier side of deviantArt to peruse. Therefore I know little of Horokoth outside of a few still images of Hordak. The bat was almost certainly selected for the Horde’s vespertilian emblem.

Hordeous, God-Beast of Horokoth

Lore: A “primordial”, bat-like godbeast of Horokoth, created in response to the god Saz’s feline races. Their face was “forever infused“ on the surface of Horde World by Horde Lord (Hordak and Horde Prime’s father in the MOTUC canon) to grant their family power and immortality.

Behind the Scenes: Yes they’ve used some words wrong, but they’ve got the spirit, right? Hordeous was (allegedly, this is secondhand) an invention of the MOTUC crew in answer to Horokoth. Now, the Horde Supreme bio predates Horokoth’s introduction by about 3 years, but obviously the comics were in production already. There’s an undated sketch of Horokoth Hordak from an undated interview (thanks for nothing you useless website) but in that same gallery there’s an orko sketch labeled 2012 so. We’re good right? That makes sense, timeline-wise. Anyway the comics slam dunked Horde Prime out of existence and combined him with Horde Lord so it’s contradictory anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Serpentia, Malevolent Snake Goddess

Lore: The evil counterpart of Asklepia, Serpentia is the goddess of the Snake Men. The priest Ka of the Snake Clan forsook Asklepia in her favor, destroying Asklepia’s sacred orb and stealing the Serpent Ring (an artefact capable of transforming humans into Snake Men) from the Ophidian Spire with King Hsss. In DC’s triune interpretation of the Goddess, Serpentia (here ‘Serpos’) is blood, passion, and desire. A primal and primordial force appearing to the Snake Men in their own image.

Behind the Scenes: Okay yes I’ve reused the Asklepia pic but in my defense they are twins and this is the easiest one to crop. So here’s the thing about Serpentia: we only got a name for her in 2019. We knew there was a snake goddess, and she was pretty evil, or at least hostile towards mammalian life (see: the source of the pic I chose for her). Where Asklepia references the asklepian, ‘Serpentia’ is a much more heavy-handed snake reference, even though Anguis was right there. Those Masters Mondays came through for us, though, with the shield and staff of Ka, Ssssylph, and of course MOTUC’s Dark Despot Skeletor, which is. something. Though only recently named, Serpentia has been a shadow over Eternia since the Snake Men’s introduction in 1985 (or, depending on how much of the presented backstory you accept, even sooner in the form of Skeletor’s lair, Snake Mountain).

Serpos/Sarcedon, God-Beast of Snake Mountain

Lore: Contradictory, but the gist of it is he’s a very large snake with elemental magic and a grudge, that was turned to stone and became Snake Mountain.

Long Version: Snake Mountain was conceived of towards the end of 1982, but wasn’t revealed to the public until September of 1983, with the debut of the Filmation cartoon. For another year, the snake coiled around its summit was simply a carving, its mouth hollowed out for Skeletor to stand in and loom. But in 1984 the Snake Mountain toy was released, completely discarding the Filmation design in favor of the hewn face of the figure we now call Ka. Instead of a snake carving winding its way up the peak, the Mattel toy featured a ‘striking serpent’, alive and attached to the mountain itself. From there, it was an easy leap to make to ‘this carving comes alive’. So easy, in fact, that they did it twice!

First attempted in 1985 in the newspaper storyline “Vengeance of the Viper King”, the snake was here called Sarcedon, the World Destroyer. At the dawn of time, he was said to crush Eternia within his deadly coils. He burrowed deep into the ground, causing fearsome storms that nearly destroyed the planet. Only a fearless hero (implied to be He-Ro) could defeat and imprison Sarcedon. Using a macguffin called a Mirror of History, He-Man forced Sarcedon to behold his own reflection in a reference to the Medusa myth that kind of missed the point of it being reflective. Sarcedon was sent back in time, Snake Mountain was restored, the good guys win, blah blah blah.

That was the last of it until the MYP cartoon in 2004. Serpos as a name was actually first invoked by Mer-Man in a 1982 minicomic, but like it probably wasn’t about the snake. Anyway in the MYP cartoon the Snake Men get this thing called the Medallion of Serpos that lets them un-petrify the snake around Snake Mountain, grow two more heads, and unleash his godly wrath. He breathes fire, trashes Eternos, beats up He-Man, then turns his attention on Castle Grayskull to consume the Orb of Power (containing the strength and wisdom of the Elders, who had first trapped him in stone). He-Man cuts off Serpos’s extra heads with a sword upgrade, the Elders are somehow magically restored to life, and they re-petrify him. Snake Mountain is restored, the good guys win, blah blah blah.

Zoar, the Fighting Falcon

Lore: Contradictory, but it sure is a bird!

Long Version: While Sharella’s backstory is fraught because of the comics couldn’t decide what they wanted her to be, Zoar was similarly tangled up by the toyline. Initially male, he went through several color schemes, some prettier than others. Though there was a vague association with the Sorceress before the cartoon (recall that pre-Filmation, the Sorceress was just the Goddess), Filmation made them literally inseperable by designating Zoar as the Sorceress’s falcon form, to which she was confined when leaving Castle Grayskull.

Some of the comics and Golden books showed Zoar as being flipping enormous & ridden into battle as a steed by Teela and Man-at-Arms. Pre-Filmation, Zoar was always referred to as male, but post-Filmation, always female, as an incarnation of the Sorceress.

The Eternity Wars comics describe Zoar as the third aspect of the Goddess, the ‘Great Preserver’ whose light would shine through the universe for eternity. They pull off a sort of tripartite priestess thing where it’s Serpos/Zoar/Horokoth represented by Teela-Na (the Sorceress)/Teela/Evil-Lyn.

MOTUC, of course, had to reconcile all of these contradictory canons. How’d they do it? “In the folklore of Eternia, the golden falcon symbolized the godhead Zoar, a powerful deity of Preternia. As a god, Zoar could appear in both male and female guises and while the blue-tipped female falcon was associated with the Sorceress of Grayskull, the golden falcon represented Zoar's masculine nature.” So Zoar is genderfluid now, and the Sorceress is merely borrowing their form when transforming into a falcon. This bio also established that Zoar had anointed the first Sorceress, Veena (Queen Grayskull), which explains why she has wings for no apparent reason.

Also it’s not offically MOTUC but the scultors of the line, Four Horsemen, made a single anthro Zoar for Power-Con 2013. In case you need that for some reason.

Glorybird, Emissary of Zoar

Lore: Many millennia ago, there were three siblings, who were very poor and mistreated by their stepmother, but had hearts filled with kindness and love. Zoar, recognizing their resilience and desire to help people, sent an emissary named Glorybird. Glorybird bestowed upon each sibling a divine gift, but as they used their new powers to fight for good, their stepmother revealed herself to be a Celestial Witch & attempted to sacrifice them to Zoar’s “greatest enemy”, Horokoth.  

Backstory: Okay, so the Star Sisters (and Glorybird) were in exactly one episode of She-Ra, primarily to set them up as new toy designs. While prototypes were made for these, the figures weren’t actually produced until MOTUC released figures for them in 2012. Though they were referenced in Princess Prom, and we saw a brief cameo in a background, Glorybird was absent until the introduction of the Star Siblings in Season Five.

That’s right! This bird is a god, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Saz, God of All Felines

Lore: One of the “Gods of the Multiverse” (he is the only member named explicitly), Saz was a blue-furred, feline deity responsible for the creation of all cats, humanoid or otherwise. He transformed himself into an enormous cat-beast to defeat Serpos and Hordeous, whose progenitors created them in envy of his children. Though Serpos was defeated, Hordeous escaped into the cosmos, and Saz himself vanished mysteriously.

Behind the Scenes: “By the whiskers of Saz!” is a fun pseudo-swear made by various cat races throughout MOTU, first in He-Man’s “The Cat and the Spider” and later in She-Ra’s “Magicats”. That was the only real mention of him until... okay, so MOTUC bios aren’t always attached to the product. Starting in 2018, they did this thing called Masters Mondays where they put unposted bios on the org forums. So while we’ve had the sword since 2010, we didn’t get the background on it until March of 2020. And then a couple weeks later, the Cat Mask of Catra bio referred to him as a “mystical being” instead of a god, but the mask was from 2011 so. He may not have been a god yet. It really depends on when the bios were actually written.

Saz wielded a blade probably best described as a falchion, whose quillon & langet formed a vaguely triangular shape around a deep red gem. I want to be clear that while it looks totally rad, this sword would be very impractical and have poor structural integrity were it not made by a literal god. Do not make swords like this. Also it’s almost certainly riffing on the Sword of Omens from Thundercats (affectionate).

Sabe-Or, Son of Saz

Lore: A green-furred, orange-striped paladin, Sabe-Or is one of the only named Ancients. He inherited his father’s blade upon Saz’s mysterious disappearance, and lived for centuries more. Upon his death, he transferred his “heroic essence” into a group of Eternian tigers, forever transforming them into the Green Tiger Tribe, whence both Granger (steed of King Grayskull), and Cringer, steed of Prince Adam.

Behind the Scenes: So “Battle Cat Man” is a concept that’s existed since they decided to make their hero ride a wicked tiger into battle. If you show a kid a superhero, and a supertiger, apparently the natural inclination of most children in the 80s was to combine the two. There are so many custom action figures. So, so many. Sabe-Or is visually a clear reference to this concept, and canonically seems to be the closest we’re going to get outside of the Thundercats crossover, unless you count Cowarros from 4H’s Mythic Legions line (I do, because it means Purrrplor is also canon and I fucking love calling him that).

Moss Man, Ancient Eternian Nature God

Lore: An ally of King Grayskull, Moss Man was something of an Eternian cryptid in the centuries leading up to He-Man Times. He has control over all plant life, the ability to meld with plants, and apparently can imbue sentience to said plants.

Behind the Scenes: Moss Man wasn’t featured in many episodes, because he’s a little... incredibly over-powered. He’s literally Bigfoot from 5000 years ago with magic powers. And like, since I don’t think the writers appreciate how long 5000 years is, you know what happened 5000 years ago? Stonehenge. This bitch is Stonehenge-old. But sure, you can trace a direct line of descent from his contemporary. smh. Anyway according to MOTUC his real name is Kreann’Ot N’Norosh so make of that what you will. Also his toys were pine-scented. I just love that.

Evil Seed, Rebellious Creation of Moss Man

Lore: Created by Moss Man to help fight in the Great Wars, Evil Seed betrayed his master and turned to evil (who could have foreseen this...), finding joy in corrupting all forms of plant life for his own amusement. Moss Man imprisoned him in enchanted chains, keeping him restrained for many millennia.

Behind the Scenes: According to MOTUC, his real name is Sero Malustro, clumsy New Latin for “(to) plant evil-burnt“. Why his name is New Latin and Moss Man’s is... whatever that is, I have no idea. As you can see from the image I included, he originally had an artichoke head, which was upgraded for the Mike Young Productions (MYP) cartoon. Personally I think the artichoke rules.

Volcana, the Fire Goddess

Lore: Canonically, she’s a fire goddess, and the mother of the Volcano Magus. Together, they are a rising force that seeks to conquer Etheria in the wake of Hordak’s defeat.

Backstory: Volcana has taken a long a twisted journey, but was first revealed to fans at Power-Con 2016 in a panel revealing previously unseen concepts and characters. After the first wave of She-Ra toys, a second wave was planned with a snow focus, to bring more attention the Filmation-neglected Frosta. This began with the introduction of a fire villain, an “evil lady that glows with heat” who would attempt to melt Castle Chill. That concept actually refers to a character named Amber (not Ember, as one might assume) who was reworked into a benevolent counterpart, Volcana’s twin sister.

Volcana was later fleshed out to be a Fire Goddess with flame-red hair, x-ray vision, and arms sculpted with flames. Her cape flew up with flame detail that rose up to control the volcano (of Volcanica, a proposed toyset that seems to have been reworked into the Crystal Falls). She was emphasized by Mattel to not start fires, which, honestly, is probably why they scrapped the character. He-Man couldn’t use his sword as a sword; a woman made of fire was basically doomed.

Now, though, we’re several decades in and lines made for collecters that are largely in their 30s and 40s can say whatever they want! So she’s canon, even if Amber isn’t. Yes there’s only one mention of her. Amber technically was mentioned in an unproduced episode titled “Amber Waves of Flame”, but as it was unproduced, it’s noncanonical.

Volcano Magus, Sinister Son of Volcana

Lore: Living within a dormant volcano, the Volcano Magus of the German audio plays was the source of most of Catra’s power and all of her evil intent. He supplied her with magic for spells and schemes with which to assail the Crystal Castle, but neither she nor Clawdeen were aware of the dark influence he held over them.

In the MOTUC canon, he’s specified as the son of Volcana, a demigod from the “Region of Volcanoes” who craved the nature magic of the Whispering Woods. When he learned the Twiggets were inextricably linked to that magic, he used his powers to petrify the former Rebels (this was after the Horde's defeat) and kidnap three Twiggets to drain the magic from their souls. Twiggets, for the uninitiated, are like purple tree-elf things. According to MOTUC, Razz is a Twigget, though the ‘real’ name they assigned her doesn’t fit their naming convention. She is purple, I guess.

Kowl, who avoided petrification, read Razz's spellbooks to find a way to save his friends, and learned of an Entrapment Gem that she hid in a shoe, for some reason. He confronted the Volcano Magus, spoke in the ancient tongue of the First Ones, and sucked him into the Gem.

Backstory: Admittedly this stuff is second hand, as I don’t speak German & they only have transcriptions/translations for the He-Man tapes anyway, but if anybody can find me an audio file I will do my best to verify. The MOTUC stuff at least I can confirm 100% because it’s from 2019 & I do speak English, for better or worse.

Oak, the Jackal God

Lore: Oak was the terrible Jackal God worshiped by the denizens of Zhar, an ancient civilization that once existed in a remote, forested region of Eternia. Long ago, Oak was imprisoned within a statue which could be found within the Temple of the Jackal. When Skeletor removed the statue from the temple, Oak broke free of the enchantment which imprisoned him and wreaked havoc on Eternia. Although the Jackal God was immensely powerful, he could be weakened by the elements of nature and was ultimately foiled by a rainstorm conjured by the combined powers of He-Man's sword and the magic of the temple's guardian priest.

Backstory: I have lifted this from a He-Man guide word for word as I cannot for the life of me find a copy of the Brazilian Editora Abril comic he came from, O Templo Do Chacal (1986). The description is like, suspiciously similar to the plot of the He-Man episode The Cat and the Spider, except the Grimalkin was never described as a god. The rest of it--statue, Skeletor, storm defeat--plays out almost the same. True pity I can’t find the original source, but I do trust this guidebook. You may be interested in Ceres from the UK comics--another dog-slash-statue who frankly might as well be a god himself, but as he’s not called one in canon he’s not going on the list.

The Bitter Rose Goddess

Lore: As Man-at-Arms told the legend, “Every day, a woman climbed Rose Mountain to look for her husband to return from the war. Alas, he never came back. Her tears poured from her cheek and entered the ground. One day she disappeared, but where she stood was a single, solitary rose. It’s the only thing that grows on Rose Mountain.”

The Insect People, who lived at the base of Rose Mountain, believed that the Bitter Rose is all that held the mountain together (and when it was picked, they were proved right). After the flower was restored, it transformed into the Bitter Rose Goddess herself, who explained that she had been a prisoner of her love's sorrow, so bitter that she refused to allow anything else to grow on Rose Mountain. She blessed the surrounding area, blanketing the jagged peaks with roses, and disappeared.

Backstory: She’s kind of... barely a god. She showed up in one episode and no other media & has objectively less power than like, every single demon they ever brought in. I almost didn’t put her on this list.

Mask-Ra, Goddess of Masks

Lore: A goddess who created the magical Masks of Power.

Backstory: Mask-Ra was first mentioned in 2019 and like, look, I’m gonna be real. I don’t respect her. She’s an invention of MOTUC (unless they were drawing on this concept art of Maska-Ra, which I doubt bc he was a Man-E-Faces precursor) and they retconned her into having created Catra’s mask, which is kind of redundant given the entire episode Magicats. This mask did not need two bios. There are no other mentions of her in any canon.

Potential other Masks of Power: The Deemos and Tyrella masks from the He-Man episode “Masks of Power”, lizard and canine masks from the mini-comic “Masks of Power”, Lord Masque’s Demon Mask from the He-Man episode “House of Shokoti, Part 1″, and whatever the hell Red Shadow has going on.

Procrustus, Giant Guardian of Magic

Lore: During the creation of the various dimensions (5 in MOTUC canon but demonstratably higher everywhere else), the gods installed the four-armed, immortal giant Procrustus to guard their secrets at the heart of Eternia. There lay the Starseed, from which the entire dimension was created. It still held immeasurable power, and could be used to conquer entire universes. Hordak, in an attempt to access the Starseed, cracked Eternia in two with the Spell of Separation. Though he was (mostly) thwarted, from then on Procrustus was forced to hold the two halves of Eternia together from within, lest the planet break apart and the Starseed be exposed.

Backstory: First appearing in the mini-comic “The Magic Stealer!”, Procrustus is a lot more tangible than most gods. We know where he is, at all times, and he seems confined to one size. His powers appear to be largely physical, as he had to burrow out of the ground to investigate in the mini-comic instead of teleporting or like, magicking the dirt away. This was his only appearance until MOTUC released a figure for him in 2012. He also showed up in the Subternia map the next year, holding Eternia together.

Standor, Cosmic Creator of Power

Lore: “Before time began, the great Gods of the multiverse convened in the Hall of Power to create all that was and all that will ever be. Head architect of this great task was Standor. A cosmic being of unlimited imagination, Standor helped lead his fellow deities by fueling their energies with raw creative force.”

Backstory: Released for Comikaze 2013 to celebrate the partnership of Mattel and Pow! Entertainment, Standor is literally just Stan Lee But a God. The prototype was called Standar--idk why they changed it, but I think it’s because it’s too easy to confuse with “Standard”. They made a bio for his sunglasses. I don’t want to talk about it.

Bash-Or, Slain Mystic God-Beast

Lore: Very little is known of Bash-Or, the Ram. His last remnant was sealed within the Ram Stone by the ancient sorceror kings of Zalesia, imbuing it with his divine power to overcome any barrier, magical or otherwise.

Backstory: Bash-Or was revealed in the bio for the Ram Stone, September of 2020, but his spirit (previously referred to as ‘the Spirit of the Ram Stone’) was twice utilized by Skeletor in the MYP cartoon, to great effect, before the stone was destroyed.