#and i really want to make some random comics of the shit that would happen between the scenes bc they kill the serious tone

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

something that has bothered me about tua seasons 2-4 is the inconsistency of the relationships between the siblings.

starting with klaus, in season 1 ben and diego were his people. ben and klaus were always shown together in the flashbacks to them as kids and obviously every second of the show because klaus was the only one who could see him. but like… they were CLOSE. SO FUCKING CLOSE. they were the most SIBLINGS of all the siblings.

that continued into season 2. ben was randomly a bit colder towards klaus but they were still so fucking close.

and then ben left, and klaus for the first time was alone without his person. everyone else lost a brother when they were 17, except klaus. so he had to grieve ben for the first time. that didn’t happen, though. there were many nods to them being close, and then of course steve blackman pulled a steve blackman which means weird unnecessary incest implications, but it wasn’t clear just how close klaus and brellie ben were even though it had to be hard to be around someone who looked like ben and was kind of ben but also wasn’t ben.

and with diego, it also seemed like he and klaus were incredibly close. diego older-brothered klaus constantly s1 and they gave off the impression that they ran into each other a lot in the city during the years since leaving the academy.

then they completely disregarded it for the rest of the seasons. in s2 and s3 there a few interactions that could lend credence to this but for the most part it seemed like they threw it out the window.

allison and klaus had no clear relationship in season 1. they had some incredibly minor sibling interactions but nothing that indicated they were anywhere near as close as they imply in season 4. season 2 they were close and then season 3 not a lot of interaction. but s4 makes it seem like they have always been incredibly close which doesn’t make sense!!

five and viktor have a relatively consistent friendship, although s4 doesn’t really give viktor any relationship development with his siblings. same with five, if anything he just gets his relationships destroyed but that’s a different post!!

allison and viktor also are pretty consistently close. the implication is that they weren’t as kids but that they really try to be as adults, and i do like their relationship overall.

luther and allison nasty ew kill it with fire. like i thought we established in s2 that incest is weird actually and that we weren’t doing that and then season 3 came along and whatever whatever shut up.

diego and luther’s relationship is fun. they go from adversaries to himbo besties and it’s relatively consistent.

luther and viktor have similar growth. luther goes from piece of shit basically causing the apocalypse s1 because of how shitty he was to viktor towards really wanting to make things right and being the big brother he always should have been. they didn’t really have a relationship s4 but WHATEVER.

i feel like five and luther were together a lot the first two seasons and that very much changed. i’m not even that upset as i think five having character arcs with each sibling is good since he missed so many years with them (other than him and viktor they were always close and should have remained that way).

i think allison and diego and viktor and diego having relationship development would have been cool. in the comics viktor and diego have a band so we know they’re friends. and in the show allison and diego don’t have too many interactions but the ones they do have are SOOOO SIBLING and i adore that.

ben and viktor have some closeness s3-4 (and the end of s2) but it’s not really something we see, more so we’re just told. and then random flashback to them hanging out as kids before the mission which was confusing.

i think five and klaus were done the dirtiest with the relationship inconsistency. i understand wanting different characters to have arcs with different people, but when you sacrifice the established relationships and basically put your characters on shuffle then you also sacrifice character consistency, development, growth, etc.

i think a big problem is how many characters they brought on last season. there wasn’t time for consistent relationships among the brellies when they had to use a shit ton of time building new characters and relationships (and immediately killing them all off which was A Choice).

anyway just wanted to write out thoughts about this. would love to know other people’s thoughts (or headcanons about the siblings).

[tocomplainfriend]

HAZBIN AND SA (+HB)

TW: SA and RAPE

THIS ITSELF DOESN'T TALK ABOUT THE SCENE! But the surrounding context.

So I really hate everything about how this has being treated. I am a SA victim and wanna talk about some stuff. If you didn't know, in episode 4 (I think) there is an exploration of Angel Dust SA, before going to do that lets see some stuff first:

She made a "cumming" joke about the song Poison (that accompanies the SA scenes)

This person over here worked on HH/HB (draws r-pe/non-con)

BLURRED AND CUTTED IMAGES: (Some are more or less explicit)

You know, that whole thing of shipping, and drawing porn of the canonical sexual abuser with the victim?

They also left this comment, under a comic where Val threatens brutal r-pe on Angel.

This person also worked in/directed the scenes of Angel dust Sexual abuse in the episode. The person that ships a r-pe ship and does all this shit is the one to work in this scene?????

ALSO????

Like??????? What happen here?

Also...

(The pinkie pfp person is 15 here too)

Why does Angel sexually harrases Husk non-stop (which is acknowledged by Vaggie)? Why is Moxxie SA by the succubus played for laughs? Same with Chaz or Blitz harassing him sexually or touching him without consent? Why did Stolas do so many unwanted advances towards Blitz, and that's literally the endgame couple of the show? (All of this are jokes, or by the Husk x Angel shit "ship moments"

WHY THIS TOO?

And yes you are "correct", something like Hypersexuality Trauma-should not being shamed. You are not a bad person, for dealing with this. BUT HEY, that doesn't mean you get to sexually harass people like Angel does to Husk or anyone.

Also, the problem is not having an SA victim's story. The problem is how it is treated and all the context that surrounds it. All of this above is that context! Why is so much SA jokes in Helluva? Why is that funny? You want to tell a story of SA, and anyone calling out the problems with it is deleting victims feelings and stories... YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING JOKES DO THAT ALREADY. WHEN SA IS A JOKE FOR YOU, YOU ARE DIMINISHING SA AND R-PE.

There are also a lot of random fans saying that "Viv is an SA victim too"- #1 Where the fuck did she say that, cause you randomly saying that she said it doesn't mean shit. #2 DOESN'T DELETE THE WAY SA HAS BEING TREATED! THIS IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO MAKING A JOKE AS AN SA VICTIM ABOUT YOURSELF- SHE/AND OTHER IN THE TEAM ARE WRITING CHARACTERS GETTING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED AS THE JOKE. -OR NOT UNDERSTAND LEGIT POWER DYNAMICS AND THE GROSS THING THAT STOLAS DOES TO BLITZ. OR THE LITERAL "SHIP COMPILATION" THAT IS PURELY ANGEL SEXUALLY HARASSING HUSK.

"Is important to represent SA survivors stories- specially men who-" BROTHER ALL YOUR OTHER MALE CHARACTERS SEXUALLY HARRASS/ASSAULT OTHERS AS A JOKEEEE. "They are in hell" BITCH A HUMAN, A REAL PERSON WORKING ON THE SHOW WROTE hahaha Moxxie gets violated by the succubus so funny lol. IT'S NOT "LOONA IS A BAD PERSON FROM HELL THAT'S WHY SHE MADE FAT JOKES AT MOXXIE" NO IT'S WRITTEN AS IF THE SA WAS FUNNY IN ITSELF!

This is also not a scenario where there was a realization of the problems in HB with all those jokes and the harassment, so it was trying to be fixed with a serious story in hazbin. NO, THAT'S NOT IT!!!!

If there was an apology of how the sexual assault was treated in previous works! "We'll make up for it!" (the fact of that was a thing in the first place, it's still bad). That would be a little different. BUT NO, IT'S NOT! IT'S HYPOCRITICAL AND GARBAGE BULLSHIT.

I think purely by the context already given here that I think the representation it's bad. I don't feel like it comes from a good place, due to the hypocritical shit, the comments, and the artist who directed it.

We could go really back and forth with the direct scenes of the episode. BUT THIS IS ABOUT THE CONTEXT SURROUND IT rather than the scenes themselves. (Which is partly connected to the fact that it's incomplete)

Here is the scene "Tuca and Bertie". Is Bertie telling her friend of her assault. It's amazingly respectful and well written. It's not graphic, and tells the story really well.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Clockwork

I’ve been seeing “Clockwork is Chronos” popping up, and I don’t hate it, it’s a good way of connecting Danny to Wonder Woman, but there’s some baggage that comes with him being the literally mythological Chronos that I don’t think most people really want to deal with. AKA him eating his children and the war between the gods and the titans, which probably wouldn’t endear Danny to Wonder Woman

Also there’s a Villian named Chronos in DC comics, with time powers and that confuses things further

An alternative, if I may suggest, is have clockwork just be Time...

Time as in Father Time, the primordial embodiment of time, and father of the Endless from the Sandman series. Not to be confused with Father Time of S.H.A.D.E.

So Time is time and also controls his domain which is time. Time is constantly changing from a young boy to a middle-aged, then an elderly man in a random pattern. Sounds pretty darn familiar, right? Almost as if that describes Clockwork to a T. Time and his partner, Night, or Mother Night, hooked up and the result was the endless. Time and Night are no longer together, though Time misses night.

For those who don’t know, the Endless are embodiments of aspects of reality, beings above mere gods. They are described as “inconceivably powerful” There may be gods of the things they represent, but they are literally the thing they are. The Endless are Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium(formerly Delight). They’re a dysfunctional family with Death being the one that gets along with everyone and the one that most has her shit together.

So what does Clockwork being Time give Danny? 

It would make him the adopted grandson of a cosmic force, as well as give him a bunch of dysfunctional aunts and uncles, one of which is Death herself, who is actually a really cool person. 

This gives him ties to beings that are functions of reality embodied, that even if they are somehow destroyed, only that aspect of them is dead and they Reform as a different aspect, which has only happened twice.

Any member of Justice League dark would shit their pants finding this out about Danny. Hell, this might through some of the regular justice league for a loop. Martian Manhunter has met and recognized Dream before. Wonder Woman might know about the Endless already. Hell, Dream was allowed to waltz right into hell and met up with Lucifer, like it was no big deal, and that was after being incredibly weakened and lacking his tools

So yeah, let Danny be the adopted nephew/pseudo sibling to the Endless. His name even starts with a D so it works on multiple levels

[saltylandland]

You are my Sweetest love ❤️

If you get the reference I love you

Word count: 4K

Summary: an unlikely friendship between a lion and a bunny takes a turn when Leona stumbles into your heat

Warnings/notes: heats, overstimulation (I really am predictable huh 💀), rough housing, brat!reader ig, reader has female genitalia, shorkbrian made some prompts that had reader who got fucked over their plushie and yeahhh that bled into this fic, someone pls fuck me into my hilariously oversized squishmellow ok?, 3rd act break up/misunderstanding trope (I usually hate those but I think it’s in line with Leona’s character), also bunny reader lives with grim and that buff guy from the comics(?) and is not a student (just don’t question it), explaining and reasoning why this shit happens is so last year lol, the mystery is part of the fun.

———-

By far your favourite place to nap was the couch. After coming home from a long day of doing chores, repairing ramshackle so it’s actually habitable, and doing random tasks assigned by the headmaster at last minute, the highlight of your day is often taking a quick nap before you go back to another chore. This is such a common occurrence that you even have left a blanket on the back of the couch and a soft pillow nearby.

But one day something curious happened.

Coming from the kitchen you see a tall muscular body in your favourite napping spot. It was the time of day where the sun was shining in just the right spot, enough to warm your body pleasantly but not shine in your face like a nuisance. You were a bit disappointed about this development as you were using a nap as your motivation to finish the dishes, but you supposed you can get another chore or two done before Yuuken and Grimm come back. Taking one last look at the stranger, you drape your blanket over them before making your way out of the room.

You started to see him more and more after that day. Walking in the living room for a nap only to be quietly let down as you see the familiar lion tail. You knew who he was in theory, His name is Leona Kingscholar and based on Grimms description, a massive jerk. Though, he always folds your blanket haggardly before he leaves so you weren’t sure. You rarely interact with most of the student body considering your station, but you’ve seen him around quite a bit. The infamous overblot incident instantly comes to mind but more casually you’ve accidentally bumped into him more than you have any other person in NRC. Somehow always finding his hiding spots and occasionally seeing him practice spelldrive when you walk by the fields for odd jobs. Still, you’ve never spoken before. Shit, you don’t think he’s even looked at you before and you were okay with that. For the most part you were fine forfeiting your nap spot occasionally.

Until one day where you were just so fed up. Fed up with the constant chores, the property damage Grimm and Yuuken’s friends would inflict just by existing, and the lack of action from the headmaster in anything other than constantly giving out more odd jobs for both you and Yuuken. Dragging yourself back to ramshackle you wanted to cry, why won’t that bastard leave?!

You just fully gave up, grabbing a knit blanket you made you plop down right next to Leona. The couch sinks with a ‘poof’ as Leona snaps open his eyes to stare you down, you stare back. Silently communicating til you close your eyes and very slowly you feel Leona relax again. You know that he knows that this is your spot, if your occasional stare and faint lingering smell that is constant near this area is any indication. Then he would also have to know how you were oh so ‘graciously’ letting him stay there. You both try to ignore the other's existence, both too stubborn to give up the napping spot.

When you woke up you were surprised by the quality of sleep you had while napping with Leona, but you weren’t surprised by the lack of his presence now, having left before Yuuken and Grimm arrived. Just like when he first arrived, this quickly became a pattern

At first all you two would do is just sleep, but then it slowly evolved into something more. The couch never left any room between you two and before you knew it, you’d wake up with an arm or a leg or a tail loosely wrapped around your form. Both of you silently ignoring each other while basking in the other’s body heat.

One time you stumbled into the living room to find Leona sitting on your couch with a beautifully made chessboard that miraculously made its way into ramshackle. At first you sat with him, assuming he’d eventually go for a nap, but then he pulled you into a game and taught you how to play. Then one round became another then another. That was the first time Yuuken and Grimm had found you both together.

Your routine barely changed from there for a while, most often you two would just fall asleep on the couch together but eventually you got sick of only playing chess. After speaking with some members from the board game club, you were allowed to borrow the occasional card or board game. Which he would occasionally relent and it would be quite fun, or he would flip over to sleep and you would go do a chore as a protest over his attitude.

Later on in your friendship you had started receiving little gifts from time to time. Usually things that would relate to whatever you found yourself muttering about as you cleaned, like art supplies or things to help around the dorm. Sometimes it would manifest in coins being left where you don’t keep your money. Around the kitchen, in between the couch cushions, or just dropped on the floor. Knowing about Leona’s wealth you had tried to hand it to him but he always managed to find a way to deflect.

It got to appoint where he would just give you money. Usually after he would complain about something and you would point out that he’s an uninvited house guest and how money doesn’t grow on trees where you’re from. Throwing way more money than it would cost he would order you to buy meat so he can stay longer, or would send Ruggie to deliver some, though he would never specify who had hunted it for you. As well as teach you how to make it just the way Leona likes it. Despite his flippant nature you couldn’t deny how much you missed being able to eat meat in the first place, and the looks on your housemates faces made the demands more palatable even for your ego.

But then one day, everything changed… when Leona bought you a blanket. After complaining about the blankets -never about your homemade knit ones though- the next day he arrived with the softest blanket you had ever felt. What you didn’t know is that the way your eyes sparkled when you received the blanket made Leona’s heart clench and that’s when it began. The beginning of your pillow fort empire.

Something you had felt when you were only a human and not yet a bunny beastman -something Crowley still won’t answer directly about- was the comfort from a good old fashioned blanket fort. The feeling only heightened, with each new edition you felt yourself become more sweet with Leona, though a bit subconsciously. Feeling more comfortable with outwardly cuddling when you do sleep on the couch, but so far you’ve resisted the urge to drag Leona back to your room to show him your creation. What would come out of it? Nothing, you were sure, but still the small pangs of need would rock through you and you would question everything that has led you up to this point. With the increase of pillows, blankets, and the occasional plushie -almost exclusively delivered by Ruggie, definitely due to Leona’s pride- you had begun building your empire in your room.

With your bed frame rotted and rusted, you had long thrown that out and now you only have a mattress on the floor. Now padded to the nines with blankets, you hung the thinner blankets all around the ceiling and walls so there was barely any peeling wall paint showing at all. Leona never saw this development, never entering your room out of respect. Although you wish he would, even out of curiosity. He did notice the blankets he bought were brought out in rotation and that filled his chest with warmth he didn’t want to address just yet.

There were a few oddities Leona had noticed. You would spend less time napping with him, rather running like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to clean every surface in the dorm. Getting more curt when he pulls you away from your cleaning, and fussing more about the repairs and the cleanliness in general. Leona simply brushed it off as spring cleaning.

But he should’ve paid more attention. Somehow someway he forgot that you were a bunny beastmen. Your scent was slightly different then others and you already had a warm personality that it never reminded him of the fact that you were still a bunny beastman. Your scent subtly changes into more of a sweet note being masked by his own scent, but as well as Yuuken’s, his friends, and that mangy cat’s scent. He’d be lying if that didn’t piss him off.

Perhaps it made him a little bit irrational, when you came up to him nervously, telling him to stay away for a couple days -using missed classes as one of your excuses- he could only smell the people that got the luxury to be around you.

And quite honestly it made him see red.

Storming out silently but dramatically, he had actually done what you said. Avoiding ramshackle like the plague, he even started to regularly attend class. Though, it was pointless, his thoughts would only center around you and he knew everything being taught so it served as a terrible distraction. But he still couldn’t face you yet, not seeing your face or having you try to reach out to him hurt him more than he’d ever expect. Avoiding the ramshackle inhabitants was essential to avoid any conflict as his raging jealousy was still burning strong.

After a couple of days the fog had mostly cleared from Leona’s head. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed as he threw a fit to what essentially was you setting boundaries with him. And he would rather die than admit it but that stupid training idol camp was supposed to start next week, and it didn’t sit right that they would be staying at ramshakle to practice, undoubtedly would take advantage of your kindness if he isn’t there.

Walking to ramshackle after class, he unfortunately ran into Yuuken and Grimm, anticipating a verbal spar he was slightly panicked to see the worry on their faces. They had your scent though it was faint, not the same recognizable one he had smelled many times before but somehow mutated. He knew what it was but he couldn’t quite place it…

Ignoring his better judgment, he enters ramshackle with a new blanket in hand before Yuuken could even finish their request to check up on you. When he had reached the couch he was unsure of what to do. It was cold and there was barely any scent left at all, all the blankets had been stripped from the room making it feel hollow. Despite spending more time here then he’s ever been in his classes, he felt like a stranger. Leona debates walking out right then, but a thump somewhere upstairs reminds him of what he came here for.

Walking up the stairs he barely realizes what he’s walking into until it’s too late. Frozen at the doorway he watches as you repeatedly shuffle around trying to make your… nest as comfortable as possible. Suddenly your head snaps towards him, but he can sense that you’re staring through him as your hazy eyes barely latch on to your surroundings. Still, you crawl towards him and your hand reaches towards the new blanket but when your fingers touch you both drop the blanket. A blazing feeling that sparked at the lightest touch. You grab the blanket that was now on the floor and you hug it to your chest, sniffing it occasionally as you regard Leona slowly.

You’re whining now, explaining how you researched this before it got worse, “it’s only supposed to last a couple days, but it’s only gotten more intense!” Leona’s head looks at you more closely when he realizes “it’s because you’ve grown attached” your eyes widen sweetly as your brain tries to remember that part you had only skimmed over. Leona approaches your nest, and he watches you crumble at your realization.

“Is this all for me, Bun?”

Slowly crawling into your nest and over your withering body, he takes gentle breaths as your scent overwhelms him. With hazy eyes he slowly pets over your body, cooing when your body arches into his hand. Slowly as he unbuttons your thin camisole top, he kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed. He uses his tongue to tease at your sensitive skin, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his textured tongue playfully laps at your breasts. Your whines and moans were like music to his ears.

You quickly found that his light teasing wasn’t enough, any remaining control your body had before quickly diminished as your body surged with a new found strength. Pulling at his clothes, almost ripping them off, your body arches up to grind against his. Feeling his boner through his pants you chuff a breathless laugh. While he may have the patience and self control to drag this out, you certainly did not. With some pushing and pulling you managed to get Leona on his back, he did not expect this but you ignored that. Barely wearing anything at all, you focus your attention on unbuttoning Leona’s pants, just enough to free his cock.

Wasting no time, you sank down on Leona with a satisfied moan. Leona tries to buck you off, to take control again, but you won’t be moved easily. As your hands and mouth are busy undressing his upper half and peppering kisses all over him, his rebukes are very weak. Bouncing happily, your eyes roll up and moans break out easily through your slackened jaw as the sounds of your skin hitting fabric and leather echoes throughout the room. Leona watches on in disbelief. You were like a completely different person, taking your pleasure unashamedly.

For now he relents, using his hands to massage your breasts and rub at your clit. Your body rocking back and forth to get closer. Letting you use his body to cum over his cock. Still, he doesn’t hold back and bucks his hips that make a satisfying ‘plap!’ when they meet yours. Allowing this time to chase his own orgasm before he takes control, it doesn’t take him long before he cums inside you. This seemed to affect you heavily, your voice reaching higher pitches than before as you cum again. Showering him in sweet kisses you begged for him to do that again, and he was close to giving you exactly that. But he had to hold back, if he truly indulged in your body he knew he wouldn’t last, not with your heat only starting to be satiated. So for now he’ll hold back, then he’ll reap the benefits after you’re completely fucked out and satisfied.

You don’t kick back when he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down to kiss you as you reach closer to your next orgasm. As you were distracted chasing your orgasm, Leona takes advantage of this and switches up the tempo. With one hand on your neck and the other on your ass, he starts thrusting faster than you could ever achieve on your own. Allowing your orgasm to rush over you, you fall back on Leona’s chest and he overtakes you.

Flipping over, Leona wastes no time to fuck you through your orgasm. Caging you in his arms to keep you there, he buries his face in the alcove of your neck. Teeth teasing the skin there as a way to coax you to behave. But that didn’t work, because soon enough you were squirming trying to get on top again, despite the fact that Leona was effectively blowing your back out.

Going harder than before, he maneuvered your body so one leg was resting on his shoulder. He never thought that he’d have to fight you in order to give you the pleasure that you're demanding. Your body shudders at your approaching orgasm, but Leona doesn’t stop. He had gathered that he’s going to have to fuck you til you’re tired and sleepy for him to have full control, if your mischievous smile through half opened eyes was any indication.

Throwing your leg aside, Leona grabs at your wrists despite your disgruntled whine as he moves down to your pussy. The sweet scent of your sex and sweat intoxicated him and he went to lick you slowly just to tease you. After narrowly avoiding a foot that almost hit his head, he bares his teeth and growls at your pout. That kick had no real power to it, but he couldn’t just let that brattiness slide. Slapping hard enough to sting on your thighs, he then mirrored that to your cunny. Ignoring your cute moans at this rough treatment he continued to slowly feast on you as you cry about how unfair he’s being. Even as you cum and gush on his tongue you’re begging for his cock.

Eventually he pulls away so he can properly undress fully but you scramble after him. Quickly putting your drool covered lips around his cock, gagging around the base of it. With one hand supporting your weight beneath you, the other grasps onto Leona’s thigh firmly in order to keep you grounded. Your little kitten licks disorient Leona and after he finishes undressing he brushes the hair away from your face. Despite his want to watch you choke on his dick, he pushes you away further into your nest. Flipping you over he keeps your head down as he pushes into your cunny again and you grip the bed sheets like a lifeline as you whine out.

This position lets Leona hit all the right spots with ease, your breath gets knocked out as he reaches even deeper than before. Reaching over you, he cages you in as he reaches your clit. Rubbing it so you’re sobbing as he growls obscenities in your ear. Your hips push back into his, your hands pushing against the headboard to get more grip. You can feel the haze of whatever frenzy you’re going through start to fade and Leona’s fast pace starts to become overwhelming.

Grabbing at the base of your nape, he finally feels you melt as you cum quickly around his cock. His hips still for a moment and then he cums inside you as you come down from your orgasm. Shifting into a bit more gentle rhythm he praises you as you cry out. “Finally settled down now eh?” Pulling back a little he tells you “rub your clit for me yeah? Can’t make me do all the work here.” You sob happily into the blankets beneath you. Looking around he grabs at a plushie that was shoved into the corner of your nest. It was large and obnoxiously cutesy, Leona himself struggled to hold it in both arms much less look at it, but it will serve its purpose here.

Tucking it underneath you, you immediately hug it closer with comfort and that was good enough for Leona. Not having to worry about you suffocating with the way you buried your face into the blankets, as well as making it easier to thrust into you more harshly. You’re a complete mess now, tears streaming down your face as you let out gentle ‘ah! ah! ah!’s as Leona thrusts.

Rolling over now you keep your plushie loosely in your grasp at your side as you watch Leona situate himself over you again. Feeling boneless you can only moan as your body rocks to the movement of Leona’s hips. Leaning down you two kiss lazily as the previous frenzy that consumed you was alleviated for now.

The spikes of overstimulation was now rushing in as Leona keeps up his gentle pace, squirming around only makes it worse and Leona only smiles at your keens to slow down. “Ah bun, I’m going as gently as I can. How can I know until you're satisfied? Why don’t we keep going til I’m done ok? That should give us more time to sleep if you're completely tuckered out.”

Bunny: 0 Lion: 1

[yah1dka]

i probably need to stop trying analyze something while i'm not 100% sure but

i've seen a bunch of fanfics/comics where izuku has a quirk and bakugou never becomes his bully because of that, or bakugou just has overall better thoughts about quirkless people and ending up protecting izuku. but was izuku's quirklessness really the problem here?

beside being quirkless, izuku overall was weaker than katsuki. not only physically, but he was softer (and tell me bakugou doesn't view that as weakness). and from bakugou's perspective he looked down on him while also being so much worse. and it should've been impossible, but that deku. that river. that hand. how dared he even try to surpass katsuki while obviously katsuki should be number one.

izuku being worse than katsuki was just objective fact in bakugou's head. at some point not even in mean way, just the piece of information. and bakugou was fine with it, okay, cool, but then. the river.

that's moment became so important for katsuki not because he just couldn't let this random memory fade. no, in the second izuku's offering his hand to katsuki he suddenly understands: midoriya now in superior position and this could happen literally any time even while bakugou is the best. and if bakugou understands this, then it means the kid and the rest of them know this too. and knew long time ago because why izuku isn't as surprised as bakugou?

and katsuki is terrified of failures, like, panic attack after training, just remember it. he should make sure that deku never ever would be in this position again: standing on the ground while katsuki is laying in the dirt. so. quirkless? yeah, you know your own diagnosis, nerd, so don't even try. most bullies are insecure like shit and just trying to make sure that the victim's insecure more.

but if izuku isn't quirkless? he can't stand up for himself, so continue to sit on your knees, deku. he can speak up? well, katsuki always would be taller, lick dirt from his shoes with this height (this is an absurd example, but it's the idea that matters).

changing izuku wouldn't fix katsuki's behaviour because none of the izuku's traits really were the problem here. changing katsuki's view on discrimination also wouldn't fix much. katsuki's mindset and character are the problem, that's it. get the kid some wise mentor or idk, couple of sessions with the psychologist (at four years?) if you want to do besties au, but take away izuku's quirks, they're useless.

he saw a threat in izuku, so really nothing could've make bakugou change his mind easily. that's like the point, he was just "a pank going through something" (or what else was said)

[mgarmagedon]

How are you and your au co-maker friend doing? Any new ideas?

She is fine, for now she is really busy and has really hard time, so she wouldn't have time to even make anything with me. Wish her luck guys, because she is doing her best ❤️❤️❤️

And she isn't exactly co-maker, because she is from time to time making random content about transformers prime or rid15, I'm mainly creating content here, but thank to her Sideswipe is tampon now. :D

But i can tell off what we were talking about last time:

Like lately we chosen to add that after Starscream almost died in explosion, when he was still mainly into scientific stuff, not only making Megan angry (when war was still active conflict and 90% of the population weren't dead), he met that time KO (when he was still teenager) and without getting licences, because how he could get his licence while the war, when practically all schools were in ruins XD So they met that time, KO helped him in coming back to better shape. This is why KO came to Nemesis in TFP with his husband Breakdown, because Starscream saw him as a trustworthy doctor. I don't need to add that they fucked AS ADULTS ON NEMESIS, when Breakdown was still around, because he was fine that KO wants to life in open relationship. They were still happy together :DD

We talked about the fact that Bee couldn't look at Sideswipe optics at the beginning, because he has Smokescreens optics and after all this shit that happened, it was really painful for him. He drank himself into unconsciousness, Ofc Grimlock and Danny were trying to comfort him as much he could (at that time Drift wasn't around yet, he joined with his sons team after 8-9 months Bee, Strongarm and Sides came to earth). He felt terrible, because it wasn't Sides fault that he born or that his best friend, which he treated like his older brother and first love in his life, made children when both of them was drunk. He didn't won't to hurt him or take revenge on the poor teen, which also had hard childhood like Bee and slowly but surly start to get close with. Sometimes he even thought of if he didn't leave him that day they told him about the protoforms, he would be now Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's father and maybe even marry KO. But those are only his thoughts. I was thinking of making black and while comic of it, but in his bot form not human. XDDD

We also lately write A LOT about Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack. Mainly we was thinking what Magnus was doing after the war and becasue he was like this big badass judge, he could just become the guy how almost rule Cybertron. I mean by it, that Cybertron came back to the almost state after the war and that is not a good news XD. "And what about Ratchet?" nothing, he doesn't give a fuck about him. After all, he himself as a guy in new created council vote to send Ratchet on Earth as his retirement and still explain himself by saying " this is last wish of Optimus Prime". I just like the idea that right hand of Prime, makes Cybertron great again, causing fulling prisons by ex cons and not happy with his decisions war veterans. It would also explain WHY FUCKING CYCLONUS WAS IN THE FUCKING FINAL, because he would be rebeliant that wants freedom for his ppl. He also created slums :), idk I think it's cool idea that Ultra Magnus was a villain of the series And I think Arcee would see sense in that and after all those years and ptsd, also got mature, she would fine peace in new worlds order. But she would still take back her father and brother back on Cybetron... at least be too kick his fucking ass. XDD And practically nobody can do anything with, only Bulkhead is living his best life as a worker, it doesn't mean that he is now fighting, he is just tired and like Arcee wants some peace in his life. After they banned contacting with earth and he could talk with Miko, he needed finally some peace. The same with KO and Smoke. He is living now with Wheeljack AS A FRIENDS!!! But from time to time, Wheeljack is showing up at Magnus mantion to fuck him, say hey to his daughter and then disappear for next 9 months. I'm just seeing NeoCybertron as a Gotham City but as a planet XDDD

I can't write more words, so do you have any more question? XD

[atticssmellgood]

could u please write spencer reid with male reader who hasn’t had a great childhood so he never experienced bubbles, coloring books or parks since his parents just never cared :( so he’s more childish than a normal adult but spencer js loves him and gives him all the color books and blows all the bubbles possible for him 😭

The Childish Kind of Love

Spencer Reid x Male!reader(he/him pronouns)

Summary: reader opens up about his childhood and Spencer does his best to fix what was broken

CW: mentions of childhood neglect, self conscious reader, a little angst, minor cursing

A/N: This is me coming out of my very random and long hiatus. I just kind of lost my motivation there for a little bit BUT IM BACK!! This is such a cute idea and I had so much fun writing this❤️

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“God Y/N you’re such a child.”

The laughter at the table stops abruptly, three out of the four of you taken aback from the sudden quip. You look to your other friend sitting across from you at the table, a genuinely confused expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

Her eyes drill into your own and her voice is dripping with venom as she repeats herself.

“I said, you’re such a child Y/N.”

You don’t really know what to say to that, considering how abrupt the comment was and the fact that it came from none other than one of your closest friends. She had been a little quiet during the whole meet-up but you had just chalked it up to a late night out or a sour day. You certainly hadn’t been expecting this. She took your silence as an invitation to continue.

“I mean, I personally don’t even want to be around you anymore. All you ever want to do is talk about things like comic books and cartoons when the rest of us grew out of that shit by age seven.” She scoffed

You can feel your heart start to sink. You push yourself further into the booth seat, looking anywhere but at your friends.

“I…. I’m sorry I didn’t know I was annoying you guys with that stuff.” You press your lips into a thin line and swallow the growing lump in your throat.

She continued, ignoring the quiet apology.

“I mean seriously, you make dumb, unfunny jokes that we only laugh at because we don’t want you to feel bad about your childish sense of humor. When we hang out, it feels more like a babysitting job without the pay.”

You gain the courage to look at the other two of the group for some sort of sign that any of this was a lie. You were hoping it was all some sick joke and you guys could just go back to laughing and drinking coffee together like you usually would.

One of them just avoids eye contact, guilt written all over his face as he plays with his hands. The other looks like she’s trying not to laugh.

You can feel your heart breaking into little pieces at that moment. You clench your jaw in an effort to keep the tears in your eyes as you stood up. You internally thank yourself for deciding to sit on the outside of the booth, because at least now you can make a quick getaway.

“Well then,” you pull out your wallet and take out a couple of bills to pay for the coffee, slapping them on the cool metal table.

“Consider this your paycheck.”

Before they could say anything more, you promptly turn on your heal and make your way towards the exit.

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By the time Spencer got home, it was already dark outside and you had been crying for god knows how long.

The door opened with a slight squeak as light from the hallway illuminated the small apartment.

“Y/N?”

You could hear the floorboards creak when he stepped into the space, following the sound of the front door shutting with a click.

You stood up from your half-sitting-half-laying down position on the couch and immediately ran over to wrap your arms around his waist. After what happened this morning, all you wanted to do was hear his voice and feel his body heat.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, putting one hand under your shirt to rub soothing motions up and down your back. You could feel the tears coming back as you replayed what your friend said in your mind over and over.

“You’re such a child”

“The rest of us grew out of that shit by age seven”

“Spencer?” Your voice is slightly muffled by his shoulder when you speak, but he hears you.

“Hm?” He hums quietly.

“Do you think I’m too childish?”

He pulls back slightly to look at your face, his expression puzzled.

“No, why on earth would you ever think that?”

You avoid his eyes when you speak again. “It’s just-“ you stop and take a deep breath, realizing that this is something you want to tell him. It might do you some good to get it off your chest after all these years.

You pull away from Spencer and take his hand, leading him away from the front door and towards the couch. The two of you sit down on the small sofa, and you take another deep breath in preparation for this conversation.

“Earlier today I went out with my closer friends, and found out that hanging out with me is comparable to ‘babysitting without the pay’” you add air quotes to the last bit and let out a dry laugh.

Spencer stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You sighed and looked down at your hands, trying to figure out the right words to say.

“When I was a kid, my parents weren’t exactly…attentive to my needs.” You started, swallowing the oncoming tears “I was the result of an unplanned pregnancy so they never cared that much about me.”

“When they weren’t out getting drunk or high, they were acting like I didn’t even exist. They couldn’t even bother to pick me up from school or feed me, so you could imagine their reactions when I would ask them to go somewhere fun or to buy me a simple coloring book.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your face, dripping onto your hands as you tried to steady your breathing. It seemed stupid that you were crying over such a simple thing.

Spencer pulled you closer to him on the couch, making you lift your head up to look at him. His expression was a soft one. It wasn’t a look of pity, it was a look of understanding.

He gently wiped your face with the sleeve of his cardigan before speaking.

“Give me a list.”

“What?”

“Give me a list of things you didn’t get to do as a kid, and we’ll do them.”

He smiled when your eyes went wide with surprise.

“Um, I don’t have a specific list but….I’ve never blown bubbles before.”

“Alright, get your shoes on, we’re going on an adventure.” He gets up from the couch, bringing you with him to the door.

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The two of you were now standing in a park, in the middle of the nights, with cheap blowing bubbles in hand.

Opening up the bottle, you were immediately hit with a soapy smell that made your nose burn.

“Are you sure these are safe to use?” You ask, pulling out the tiny wand inside the bottle and staring at it like it was another life form instead of just a piece of plastic

Spencer laughed at your hesitance and opened his bottle as well. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Sooo, how do you do this, exactly?”

“You just dip the wand into the soap mixture, and blow through it.”

You dip the wand back down into the bottle and bring it to your lips, gently blowing into it.

A stream of bubbles flow from the wand before you can’t blow any more without dipping it back into the container.

You stare in childish wonder as they float down to the ground, popping on the blades of grass

“Magical, right?” Spencer laughs before blowing some of his own bubbles.

You continue to stare at them floating downwards, laughing as you blow some more and attempt to catch one in your hands. You frown when it pops and leaves a sticky residue behind.

“Not very durable, huh?” You say as you wipe your hands on your shirt.

“No, not at all. In fact, the bubbles are made up of three layers; an inner and outer layer made up of soap and a layer of water in between, like a water sandwich. Water evaporating from the bubble film is what makes it pop.” Spencer smiles at you, clearly proud of the built-in encyclopedia of information he has in his brain.

You move towards him and wrap your arms around his waist before pecking his cheeks, then his lips. He squeezes you closer when you try to pull away, drawing out the kiss longer than you intended.

When you finally pull away, he smiles a sweet thing.

“Well, was the bubble-blowing Everything you wanted and more?” He asks as he gently grabs your hands and runs over the ridges of your knuckles with his thumbs

“Yes, I’d say it was.” You beamed.

You both stand in silence for what felt like forever before he brings his hands up to your face, cupping it lightly.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to think of something. Then he spoke.

“I love you so much Y/N, childish or not, and screw anyone who willingly misses out on your amazing personality just because they think they’re too grown up for it.”

Tears started to well in your eyes for the third time that night. Except this time, it wasn’t because of pain or sadness or your shitty friends.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

And before he could speak, you pulled him in for a kiss that tasted only of blowing bubbles and happiness.

[enden-k]

it always makes me really happy to see artists that are more 'fandom-centric' by nature posting their OCs and other things along that line and getting positive feedback, which then in turn causes them to create and post more OC stuff tbh (this is meant 100% genuinely, i apologise if the way i phrased it is a little stilted or odd, i just love seeing non fandom content on my dash)

anyways, feel free to use this ask as a free pass to give us some random tidbits about your OCs and their stories! whatever is swirling around in there that you haven't been about to find a spot to talk about just yet would be great /gen

tbh i always drew my own characters and stories since childhood but started doing fanart when i joined my first big fandom back then (which was bleach in my teenage years); i kept drawing my own things until college between fanart here and there but the moment i made my art blog here i neglected my works more and more and did more fanart instead (for fgo back then). i havent drawn any of my comics again for 4 years or smth but now that my sister got back into hers again she motivated me to pick up my old stories again!!

i think bc ppl were so excited abt my fanart i always knew my own stuff wouldnt get as much reaction so i didnt even try and then just stopped working on it hhjhdfkj but yea, now that my sister gave me motivation and energy and now that i see ppl are actually liking my stuff its smth else aaaa. sry for rambling, i just wanted to clarify that im not fandom-centric by nature, it just happened over the time

anw idk what i should babble abt so uhhh have a fun fact:

not only is this specific story the first proper, planned through one i drew in my teenage years, its also the one that got me in trouble and caused a lot of serious pain bc my adoptive father snooped in my room back then and stole specific pages (like gore or smut scenes, yea i was edgy but also heavily traumatized and in a very bad place) and made up random shit about it to make fun of me, expose me by showing my friends and others and claim outrageous stuff. i tried to remake it later but always stopped with each version and never attempted to revive this story again bc it always filled me with shame and horror knowing he still owns these pages. me redrawing it now is lit the first time in YEARS that i touch it again and it feels very healing, like im seeing my teenage self again drawing this stuff with sm passion and not the person anymore who trampled on it and used it to cause me pain. bc that exact thing was what kept me from working on it again. i just couldnt do it.

(as usual w personal stuff, im just sharing this very dry like facts and i get uncomfortable when people send comfort so ye, reminder to not do that please)

[bougiebutchbitch]

happy izzy headcanons, off the cuff:

ed's adhd ass remembers the most random shit about him that he said one time, like that his favorite color is green, he doesn't like sweets, and he used to feed a stray cat when he was a kid (despite not remembering ostensibly more important things / things that were repeated or told to him directly. RIP iykyk etc)

he called the cat Miss Lady and sometimes to get out of "playing" with "fellow" "children" and other such tedium, he would claim she was his boss and he had to go to work for her in her estate (he's like ≤8yo or something when he pulls this)

still has not gotten much better at lying than that tbh

his parents loved each other and him and his big sister very much. they were as happy as they could be in their level of poverty, and iz's youngest years were filled with unconditional love

he and his sister both got their first jobs at the same little shop, but izzy was immediately and comically fired for being crass and rude to customers lmao (also for wearing pants)

he was part of the navy for an astounding one (1) year before being discharged - equally comically - for being the singular most insubordinate little shit ever seen. regular punishments had absolutely no effect on his behavior, and though they threatened to do worse by that point they could not catch him.

his criminal record is just as long as ed's, but the bulk of his charges are morality based. he fucks so severely it is a crime. (not that hard to do really, at the time, but he's proud of it lol.)

Jewish

was taught to read english and hebrew as a kid (Jewish communities at the time had higher literacy on average than other groups & taught girls as well as boys to read, iirc)

can buy and sell in many languages, but can't really converse. is in the process of learning spanish from jim and french from frenchie (with much more unsavory instruction provided by roach, for surprise use on frenchie lmao)

not necessarily about izzy i guess lmao, but i have a scene that runs in my head of izzy telling jim something private in spanish and jim interrupting (but not fast enough) to yell that oluwande is fluent, to which olu nervously says "no, i forgot. those words. don't use 'em much, so. you know. whoosh. gone. didn't understand any of it."

he and anne fake dated way back, to make ed and mary jealous

he and jack tried this also, after it worked for anne but not for izzy, but in the process they accidentally dated for real (jack... might have had ulterior motives lmao)

takes ye olde hrt, in the form of an herbal tea recipe that he got from a midwife who clocked him at 50 paces. they are still friends.

bottom sub leaning, but still a vers switch!!!

explores his gender further, with encouragement and some minor guidance from wee john. he has a little bit of a crisis at first, wondering if he only felt like a man because he didn't make a very pretty woman, but he talks it all through in fits and starts - primarily in out of context ambushes - with john and jim, learns more about drag, etc, and eventually gets comfortable with being a man who pretends to be a woman sometimes and just happens to be very good at it due to certain biological advantages lol

later functionally becomes ed's drag mom, the way john was for him - featuring many more instances of dressing him up like he did for the party in season one

realizes after being folded into the found family that he LOVES cuddling, and physical intimacy of all kinds. like basically discovers acts of service is actually not his only love language. nothing makes him feel more content than being physically in sync with someone.

at some point pete decides he wants to stop being all talk and actually live up to all the shit he's bragged about, but he doesn't want everyone else to know and/or there to be any witnesses to him being bad at stuff at first. so he solicits secret lessons from izzy, and izzy gives them and keeps the secret without condition.

he's basically the gordon ramsay of piracy. if you're learning and you're working at it, he's patient and attentive. if you act like you don't have anything to learn or make claims you can't back up, he calls you a fucking donkey.

grows his hair out. adores having it played with.

takes his job as "unicorn" very seriously. all of his duties are pretty much assigned to him via his own perception of what the fuck being the ship's unicorn even means, but if he says something is or isn't his job everyone goes with it without question. he sometimes abuses this fact, but only with ed lmao.

has each member of the crew add their own x to his tattoo and ends up with a little constellation of slightly differently shaped stars across his cheek/temple

SHRIEKS IN JOY

oh these are PERFECT. Excuse me while i squeal over each and every one.

I KNOW THAT PAIN, ED, BABYBOY, DARLING, PRINCESS WITH A DISORDER. He is theeeee most ADHD gremlin. He will randomly describe in perfect detail a day from 10 years ago that Izzy only has the vaguest recollection of, down to the precise inflection in whatever Izzy said to make that moment stick in his mind - but he still doesn't know Izzy's birthday sldkfhgklsdfhg

oh no. OH NO. Tha'ts horrifically cute. And I love that Izzy is a gritty old pirate who can kill without a moment's hesitation - but he cannot tell a good fib to save his life lmao. It's the 'tism

:cris and holds happy baby Izzy close:

I'm WHEEZING at tiny angry scowly Izzy getting fired from a shop for being a bastard refusing to wear a dress, saying fuck this, running away to join the Navy where the wearing of dresses is not requisite, and almost immediately getting fired for STILL BEING A BASTARD. :chinhands: it's so him

I am just. Imagining. Lucius getting hold of Izzy's criminal record in S1 before they really get to know each other. And just being supremely confused that Izzy has actually walked the walk lmao

JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY JEWISH IZZY :clutches that headcanon very close to my chest:

ohhhhhh gosh I LOVE the crew teaching each other casual little things.... language tutors Jim and Frenchie and co., my favourite. I wonder if Izzy teaches them a tiny bit of Hebrew, too? Or if he keeps that very close to his chest. (I love the headcanon that he and Ed are both Jewish, and it's part of what drew them together~)

SCREAMS at Izzy accidentally Revealing Things to Olu because he doesn't realise he speaks that much Spanish.... And at Jim warning him! I also imagine that like, AS SOON as Jim gives that warning, they get the fuck in front of Oluwande with a knife, juuuust in case Izzy goes for him - but Izzy just glares at Oluwande, jerks a nod, and mutters 'first time I've given a man amnesia without having to hit him in the head'. Oluwande awkward-laughs and flees, but though Izzy's a tiny bit wary of him for a few weeks, he doesn't stab him?? So, y'know, success?

also, as ever, I am OBSESSED with Jim and Izzy being casual quiet trans buddies and helping each other out now and then. :gently pushes my headcanon of Izzy helping Jim acquire Ye Olde Top Surgery towards the fandom on a silver plate:

FAKE DATING FAKE DATING AHHHHHHHHHHH

CJIZZY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh (I love Jack being like. 'Yeah I'll fake date you to make Ed jealous, Izzy :D Yeah, absolutely no strings attached. Yeah we're not gonna actually fuck or anything. Of course.' then pulling EVERY string available to get in Izzy's pants dsfklghkdsfgkdlsgf

YESSS TO BOTTOM SUB LEANING VERS SWITCH IZZYYYYYY he has the range, darling! I love the idea that he was Ed's service top for ages, and is legit good with a strap~ >:3c Almost as much as I love subby top Izzy who always comes too soon and goes jellylegged so his partner has to sigh and take over and fuck him into the mattress while telling him what a disappointment he is (which, ofc, only makes him wetter). ......Yes, I blame carryme for this one entirely.

TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY TRANSMASC DRAG QUEEN IZZY - I vibe with this on a spiritual level. Also: I can imagine Izzy was REALLY rigidly 'I am a man so I have to be masculine' as a result of internalised transphobia/fear of discovery, so this whole process of realising he can do whatever the fuck he wants, actually, involves a lot of unworking of societal assumptions and confronting past traumas and fears, and Wee John only meant to share something transgressive and fun with Izzy but now Drag Hour is therapy hour too. And honestly, it's good for him and Izzy and Jim, and Izzy's expression goes this amazing mix of offended and delighted and terrified and excited whenever he realises that yes, he is allowed to present himself however he likes and he will 'still be a man'. Although I do think he might draw the line at dresses, and keep to more andro drag? Like, he tries on a pretty dress ONCE and it's a bit Too Much when he sees himself in the mirror - but that's completely okay too, and Wee John and Frenchie are more than happy to help with tailoring outfits that he actually likes!

i AM SCREAMING AT IZZY BEING ED'S DRAG MUM YES YES YES YES YES

ohhhhh.... Izzy being just an absolute cuddle magnet.... be still my heart. I like to imagine that he was too awkward to approach anyone at first, but was SUPREMELY touch starved, so he'd sneak into the cuddle pile on deck at night and then try to wake up in the morning before everyone else. But of COURSE, everyone realises and knows and thinks it's very cute and one day when he tries to make his usual escape (moving slow to try and draw out the warmth and the contact, as well as so as not to wake anyone up) Lucius sleepily grabs his wrist and grumbles, "Izzy, staaaaaay". And, well. How can Izzy say no to that?

PETE IZZY FRIENDSHIP AHHH???? I would read that fic in a heartbeat.

Vis-a-vis the Gordon Ramsey comparison: he has ABSOLUTELY called poor Stede an 'idiot sandwich'

LONG HAIR IZZYYYYYYYYY AHHHHHHHH

Izzy wearing each of the crew's little 'x' kissy marks besides Ed's.... oh, be still my heart. This one got to me. That cheek and his neck and chest are just a map of tiny stars and - OHHHHHHHHHHH you know they're all getting gently smooched

[deadbydangit]

HI idk when this was made but this is a godsend, especially considering the new dbd comic out. me, a rabid legion (frank) fan……. wonders

killers when they get to share in the campfire with you? just you and them sitting by the survivors campfire and taking in the area thats usually reserved for survivors

Aww, that's cute. I have to get ahold of those comics! I decided to make it a campfire party with the Legion.

Hanging out with them at the campfire.

Legion members: Frank, Julie, Joey, Susie

Frank

He's the one bringing the party!

And by that I mean the booze.

Yeah, lots of it.

"Hey guys, watch me do a back flip."

Literally the life of the party.

He does kind of try to show off.

He wants you to see how cool he is.

It might not always be safe.

"Five bucks says I can jump over the fire."

There is no money in the realm.

He's kind of drunk.

He gets drunk really fast.

He's the drunk who does really stupid shit.

Then picks a fight with the largest person there.

Then is their best friend.

Has no idea what happened the night before.

But he has a ton of bruises.

He's just glad he got to have fun with you and the others.

Julie

She's bringing booze too.

Except she brings more exotic things.

Special things she can only get from doing really well in trials.

Frank likes cheap beer.

Julie likes her fancy champagne.

All the things you would find at a fancy party.

But she drinks it right out of the bottle so...

Kind of defeats the purpose.

But look at her expensive taste.

Look how mature she is.

She really wants to impress you.

Liquid courage.

She's a real flirt.

She leans on you.

Arm around your shoulder.

Cheesy pick up lines.

The works.

But you're worth it.

Joey

Weed.

Joey is bringing weed.

He's a chill guy.

Sure, he'll have a drink.

But he'd rather just smoke some weed and chill.

"Wanna take a hit?"

If you do, they be aware.

He has the strongest stuff.

If not, no problem.

He won't judge you for it.

But he still wants you to have a good time.

Relax a little.

No one's here to kill anyone.

We're just chilling.

He's the one who will lay on the floor, just vibing.

He'll lean you on his chest.

Start talking about the most random things.

"Do you think butterflies know they only live a month?"

He's trying to be philosophical and impress you.

He sounds really stupid.

But he's trying so hard.

It's almost comical.

He just wants to seem cool in front of you.

Is that such a bad thing?

Susie

"Guys! I brought snacks!"

She brought snacks.

Not just a bag of chips.

All the snacks.

Candy bars?

Got up.

Marshmallows?

Check.

Sticks for making s'mores?

All ready.

Hell, she even has hot dogs to roast over the fire.

And every condiment you could ever want.

Where did she get all this?

And how did she store it in such a small bag?

The only thing she doesn't have is healthy foods.

She's got a bad sweet tooth.

But, who can really judge her.

Call it childish, but several of the other killers and survivors are partaking in her little feast too.

She's going to show you all the crazy combinations she's made.

"Ever had worms in dirt?"

She'll show you.

Pudding, Oreos, gummy worms.

She'll make you anything you want.

She just loves sweets.

That's why she loves you so much.

[graphicabyss]

War and Alienation

There are many terrible things war brings into your life. There's death and destruction. There's the uncertainty and constant anxiety. There's the worry for your loved ones fighting. There's deteriorating physical and mental health. There's also the deep down guilt that many out there are suffering way more than you are. But one thing you don't see coming is the alienation from the outside world.

I like being in international public spaces like streams but it also often produces mixed feelings. On the one hand, it gives me the sorely lacking sense of normalcy. But on the other, it often makes me feel even lonelier than I am.

I am not that different from the First World people there. I speak the same language, I like the same games, I repost the same memes. And yet, I feel there's a deep abyss separating me from them.

And it's not just being unable to participate in the money-giving rituals when you have none to spare. In fact, even if I had more money right now, I would not direct it to foreign artists, no matter how much I appreciate them. I would direct it towards buying more drones or to some of the countless local charities.

It's sometimes hard listening to people complain about random shit like food or having too many games to play. And of course I know everyone's struggles are valid. But it's just hard to keep myself from commenting "You haven't had a good sleep because of your cat, ay? Well, I had a 6-hour drone attack on my city so that makes two of us lol." I know it wouldn't be good for anyone so I usually just hold back. And I, like other Ukrainians, often try to frame it in a comical or sarcastic way but it doesn't seem to help.

I am constantly torn between just chilling with the guys and screaming about the terrible shit that is happening. And it's hard enough on a quiet day, much harder when you have to step away from the stream because there are missiles flying your way. When you try to mention shit like that, it makes people uncomfortable. They usually just freeze and say nothing. It's too awkward, too unpleasant and they probably are afraid to say the wrong thing. So you only end up feeling bad for achieving nothing but dampening someone's mood. But it adds to the feeling of alienation. Ben told me I shouldn't worry about ruining the mood, which I am very grateful for. But I will definitely always worry about it. I don't want to be that person who comes and ruins the atmosphere. I don't want to be the 'war girl'.

And yet, I want people to care about us, just a little bit. To remember us and the shit we go through every day. To realize how lucky they are that they don't have to deal with war on top of money, job and family problems.

Nobody wants to hear about the war. People in the West are tired of it. And I get that. I can't really blame them. I'd love to just turn off the news and not know any of this. But I can't. And if it's tiring to just hear about it, I'd love them to try to imaging how tiring it is living through it. After nearly 2 years, it's taken a heavy toll on us all. And this war fatigue ultimately translates to less support for Ukraine, to less military help and less hope for us to survive it and that is scary.

[it-is-i-zim]

A little bit of a rant but I really don't like it when non-Captain Boomerang try to portray Captain Boomerang as this like cold hearted, stone cold killer. I understand why it could possibly appear that way to someone who knows absolutely nothing about Captain Boomerang, outside of this one character in 2 different comics, but like as a fan of him, it's getting annoying to see people act like he goes around murdering people on purpose. Hero or not. Presumably he'd probably be more uncomfortable with killing children or teenagers.

"But what about Hack???" I hear no one yelling but just to cover all of my bases... HE CANONICALLY FELT LIKE SHIT AFTER THAT!!! He literally states "I can't believe I just did that" with a clear look of shock, and possibly horror, on his face. He literally cannot believe he killed someone. But he feels that he has to because he's "the bad guy." And bad guys kill people. That's what they do so he feels that in order to be a good criminal, he has to kill, even if he fuckin hates it. Even if he feels bad about it.

And not too much longer after this, Harley notices that it's eating away at him. She doesn't know what specific, but she knows he's distressed about something. So she asked if he was okay.

His response is very telling, "... I did a bad thing, Quinn." He looks so guilty about the whole thing. It's also clearly meant to sound like he genuinely feels bad about what he's done.

"What about Jack Drake" I hear probably no one asking still, but just in case, again, covering all my bases here. This is a bit more of a complicated thing. Especially considering the fact that the comics was written 15 years ago by this point but it's recently come to people's attention as a result of a new comic called Robin: Knight Terrors, where issue 5 of Identity Crisis is referenced in issue 1 of Knight Terrors: Robin.

I want to make something very clear. Knight Terrors isn't meant to be taken absolutely literally. It is simply exploring character's fears through the lense of a character's nightmares while at the same time trying to tie it to this new villain, Insomnia or whatever his name is.

These aren't meant to be taken as what literal canon events. These don't accurately portray what happened in the slightest. These are just Tim's perspective on the events, combined with the trauma that Tim Drake received because of his father being murdered.

First thing I'd like to point out, no words were said at all. Captain Boomerang literally didn't even see it coming until it was too late. He was only really there to break in, steal stuff, and leave. Still not necessarily something Captain Boomerang would do, he's more of a bank robber kind of guy. This is something well established but I don't want to waste everyone's time showing every single time he's robbed a bank or a jewelry store or convenience stor. Cuz that's what Captain Boomerang does. He steals from establishments, not individuals.

In Identity Crisis, Captain Boomerang is literally falling over after being shot 3 times in the chest as he's throwing the boomerang at Jack Drake. Jack Drake fired first. It was not Captain Boomerang's intention to kill anyone here. Cuz that's not what Captain Boomerang does. He doesn't kill unless he's trying to defend himself or he feels like he has to. He's not a killer.

To add to this, in issue 6 of Identity Crisis, Tim literally did not get there until after his father was dead for some time. He did not witness the events that took place at all. Knight Terrors: Robin is based on how Tim would view the situation though a nightmarish lense by having his father die essentially on loop.

In short, Captain Boomerang is a thief, not a killer. He doesn't kill unless he feels it's necessary for one reason or another. He's still a bad guy, I understand that, but he's not murdering people at random and I'm kinda tired of hearing people thinking that that's his thing. Cuz believe it or not, Hack and Jack Drake are literally the only 2 examples I have for Captain Boomerang that aren't specifically part of a Suicide Squad assassination mission. Which if you don't know anything about the Suicide Squad, they literally have to do so or their head gets blown off. I guess technically Hack was killed cuz Harcourt and Captain Boomerang are working for The People, an organization trying to be just like the Suicide Squad, so presumably, the brain bomb situation still applies here, but on the other hand it established that I guess he volunteered or something like that? But my point still stands. He's existed since at least December of 1960, the publication date of his first appearance.

If Captain Boomerang was an actual killer, you would have definitely heard about it by now.

And I haven't even gotten into the fact that, at least like... 10 years ago or whatever, that Flash Rogues kinda have a code against killing and doing drugs and such. And Captain Boomerang is a Flash Rogue. It's not really physically shown anymore, but he still is. I mean just look at Aquaman and The Flash: Voidsong, issue 1. Right there, he's back with the Rogues.

And even then, this isn't the best interpretation of the Rogues. Because contrary to popular belief, they don't kill Speedsters. This is yet another one of their established rules. They just don't kill. It's not at all what they do.

I feel like a broken record having to explain this time and time again. Because these guys are riddled with writers who just don't understand them. Writers often just use them as Bad Guy Numbers 1 through 15 or whatever, despite the fact that they are Flash's (at least Barry's anyway) main villains. And all they do is rob from banks mostly. Maybe a jewelry store. They don't go out of their way to murder people for no reason, even during a robbery. They don't go out of their way to kill heroes for no reason. I don't even think they've gone out of their way to even fight the Flash for any reason. He just shows up when the commit crimes. That's it. They aren't trying to kill him. They aren't trying to actually put people in danger. It's not what they do. And once again. Captain Boomerang is still one of them. Therefore he's not doing any of those things either.

This honestly wasn't necessary to explain, but I feel the need to share by perspective as a Captain Boomerang fan. There seems to be a Captain Boomerang Misconception™ that I've kinda witnessed within the Captain Boomerang tags alone with a bit of discussion involving Knight Terrors: Robin from Tim Drake fans in particular and Captain Boomerang isn't portrayed very will in comics about Tim Drake.

[atla-suki]

sokka’s treatment in lok was astonishing tbh but i’m actually glad he was dead by the time the series started bc toph being a cop??? aang being an awful dad???? they would’ve ruined him and suki’s characters lbr.

as far as any possible kids go idk we didn’t meet suyin till book 4 we barely saw izumi i think they just didn’t want to make the new series be a atla reunion plus lok was only meant to be one season so they were making that shit up as they went along lmao. and back in 2012-14?? they didn’t know themselves what happened to sukka lmao.

sokka and suki are definitely the type to break up bc of long distance but then find their way back to each other a few years later especially as they settle into their roles in life.

while bryke definitely neglect suki and sokka to some capacity also they do have a soft spot for suki after bringing her back. many don’t consider her to be team avatar but they’ve stated they do so idk ! she shows up a lot in the comics which have obv been created post-lok and it’s been said that they’ll utilise it’s plots and characters in shall see in future projects (crane fish town becoming republic city maybe??? where suki currently is working?? and sokka later lives!!)

i’m p sure suki will be in it at some capacity anyway and that there’ll stick with jennie as she’s one of the few asian og va’s. she’s doing a lot of work atm for avatar studios.

also random but i literally found out today that it’s not bryke-confirmed that mai and zuko end up together. it was a comment on a panel by the old comic writer. it’s not technically canon. izumi is the spit of mai anyway but hmm! interesting!!

btw btw suyin’s father was def a sandbending outlaw who toph had a secret relationship with that couldn’t be public bc of her role as police chief x

oo big ask ok let me break this up into different paragraphs …

fist point - one thing i will admit about lok is that it fell short in incorporating the original characters into the new series in an interesting way with enough verisimilitude (realistic-ness) that it didn’t feel like they were just throwing a popular character into an episode for the sake of it. such as the whole ‘aang is a bad dad’ thing because they under-utilised him as a mentor figure to korra and instead focused on his supposed favourite son (i have thoughts on this re. aang NOT being a ‘Bad’ dad but i will make another post on it if u are interested (or have i alr made one? i’ll make another one.))

i have to agree that they would’ve probably done something shitty to sokka or suki if they were included. especially with the entire first season of lok being about bender/non-bender equality… i can just imagine they’d make sokka say something dumb about the equalist movement being 100% Bad instead of him actually supporting some of their completely valid arguments. idk. i’m sad there’s no sukka but at the same time…. quit while ur ahead yk.

second point - sukka long distance relationship is so real ESPECIALLY during their first few years together. i can see them just kinda calling it off because of commitment issues due to their work, etc. but not ever really losing feelings. they’d be endgame tho🥰

i can absolutely see suki being in upcoming projects! especially since she and the other kyoshi warriors expanded their reach across the nations - it would be hard to ignore them completely if we’re assuming they’re including comic canon into the universe. i hope jenny returns!!

third point - yeah! how crazy that maiko as izumi’s parents isn’t canon confirmed… though she’s so clearly mai’s daughter. i wonder if mai’s role will be expanded in upcoming projects / if she’ll be featured more. hmmm.

fourth - would honestly prefer this to the theory sokka is her father lol. it kinda baffles me that TOPH became a cop.. not bc she opposes authority - there’s something different about enforcing it than there is having to follow it. i can see toph in authoritative positions, and she fits them well. but i think it baffles me moreso because why would toph even work as a COP? isn’t that boring as hell for her?? go do something awesome like probending or professional underground fighting (adult blind bandit anyone?? this would make a good fic) or literally just construction idk i feel like toph isn’t a Hard Worker type that would want to be stuck in such a rigid career.

[datusaguy]

For the Mirage TMNT comics, I’ve seen this general sentiment sometimes when they’re brought up that’s something like this:

“I don’t like all these new goofy TMNT adaptations, I want adaptations to go back to the OG Mirage comics that were so serious/realistic.”

It’s not even necessarily brought up just to diss whatever new versions for not being serious enough, like I’ve heard The Last Ronin being praised for being ‘just as serious’ as the old Mirage comics. As someone who’s read some of that run (relatively) recently though (as in, I read it within the last year compared to dudes who read it 30+ years ago as kids), I don’t think portraying the Mirage comics as almost completely divorced from silliness is very fair when a lot of it is very clearly absurd. To prove my point, here’s a handful of examples of such silliness.

1. The first issue is just outright comedic in a lot of ways, even when it’s not being an outright Daredevil parody. Really, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is such a random assortment of words. Or there’s the fact that Splinter is a rat who learned ninjitsu just by watching some guy practice. I really want to emphasize as well, he did that entirely prior to being mutated, he was already a ninja master rat before he mutated into a more human-like rat.

2. Donatello so happens to have a bird puppet on hand he uses to trick a camera. Peter Laird (one of the OG TMNT creators) even specifically requested this be adapted for the 2003 show (and they did put it in there).

3. One of the turtles flew through a random window (this is separate from the recurring “Leo flies through a window after getting his shell kicked by the Foot” moment seen in various adaptations).

4. The whole Fugitoid stuff is such an absurd premise. Mutant Ninja Teenage Turtles go out to find their Rat master, mistakenly think the brain-like aliens as evil, accidentally stumble into a teleporter and end up trying to protect a random robot guy from evil space dinosaurs.

5. Don and Raph bickering

6. Could probably put every page from this issue and there’s something nuts about it. Casey loses his shit that someone stole a Brass Cow from a random store he’d visit as a kid. He does so much so that he fucking hunts down the gang who took it and rescues the cow (including a car chase where Casey leaps onto a moving car to grab onto the cow).

7. Raph being a goober

8. There’s a whole issue where for most of the issue, it’s just unexplained why we’re following a lone Mikey through an ancient Japan. The last 2 pages of the issue however indicate that this isn’t really happening to Mikey, rather he just wrote a story including a self-insert who gets a princess to fall in love with him. This page in general also really exemplifies that Mikey isn’t just some Ninja superhero, he is also a nerdy teenager.

This definitely isn’t every example from the Mirage comics, it’s not even all you could pull from those issues alone. Anyways, my point is that this silliness has been in the franchise since the beginning. Seth Rogan didn’t start making them goofy. Rise didn’t make them goofy. Nickelodeon didn’t make them goofy. The 1987 show didn’t make them goofy. They’ve had a lot of goofiness since the beginning.

Also, this isn’t to say this comic somehow lacks seriousness or that it’s wrong to want/prefer more serious versions of TMNT. After all, if silliness was the only thing that mattered, I think the 87 show would be still running for 30+ seasons. Additionally, I don’t think it’s wrong to make a more serious version of TMNT compared to the original. For example, The Last Ronin tackles a lot of serious concepts and situations and I think that story is quite good. I just think it’s silly how some people exaggerate the Mirage comics as some sort of “realistic/serious Holy Grail” of TMNT.

[genericpuff]

Hi,I don't know if you've been asked this before but I'm prettt curious

Where'd your username come from? Is there a story behind it or did you pick it at random?

huehuehue so it's not really anything super crazy but there IS a story behind it

back when I was working on my longform dark fantasy series (Time Gate), I wanted to try and get back into doing gag strips (which is what I had started with when I got into webcomics) and so I made like, this really dinky little shitposting comic that I named after the cereal box that shows up in the first season of Family Guy-

I think I only updated that comic maybe a handful of times, and then I just sorta left it. It was a very cringe unfunny comic, and I don't even mean cringe "offensive" unfunny, I mean just cringe "where's the joke even" unfunny LOL

Then YEARS later I was making an LO critical blog (this one!) and I was trying to think of a name, when I thought hey, what was the name of that shitposting comic I made years ago ?? and I remembered it was called 'generic puffs'

so I gave myself the name 'genericpuff' and it's not only since stuck, but it's become an ironic meta joke about how rekindled is seen as the 'off-brand LO'

you gotta understand, rekindled wasn't even a glimmer in my eye yet when i made this blog, i literally only set out to create a space for myself where i could dump all of my LO criticisms and panel edits separate from my main account (esp because at the time, there was a lot of sus behavior happening from the main subreddit, with people trying to dox users in the ULO subreddit, nasty shit like that that i didn't wanna press my luck with by doing it all from one account lol) and now it's just like. it's whole own thing and that's really neat but also holy crap i never knew that that old shitposting unfunny comic would end up coming in handy some day

but here's the thing about generic non-name brand cereals

they're often the exact same , if not better, than the original brand

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[estrellami-1]

Soft Touch Baby

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3

Eddie is a sight to behold when he’s in the zone. Truly.

He picks up his guitar just to put it back down again. He walks around the room, notebook in one hand and pencil in the other. He sketches random figures in the air, looking off to the distance, mouthing whatever he’s thinking. When he gets an idea, he yelps and scrambles for the nearest hard surface to write on, sometimes just collapsing to the floor because it’s fastest.

Steve is ridiculously enamored by him. “Hey, uh, Eds?” He gets a distracted hum. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.”

“Yeah. Yeah, help yourself.” He waves a distracted hand behind him, in the general direction of the door.

Steve smiles and slips out to the kitchen. He freezes in his tracks when he sees Wayne sitting at the table. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hello,” Wayne responds. “You’re the, uh, Harrington boy?”

“Steve,” he nods, moving forward to offer a handshake. “And you’re Wayne?”

Wayne hums, accepts his hand. Studies him. “You anything like your father, boy?”

Steve winces, looks away. “I try not to be,” he says honestly.

“Good,” Wayne answers, leaning back in his seat. “And you and my boy?”

“We’re friends, sir.”

“Because of everything he can’t tell me?”

Steve offers a half smile. “Yeah. He, uh. He’s a really good guy. I’m proud to be his friend.”

Wayne raises a brow, amused. “You aiming for brownie points or some shit, son?”

Steve smiles. “Just saying what I know. He’s writing a song right now, so I figured I’d try to find us breakfast.” He points over his shoulder to the kitchen. “If that’s alright?”

Wayne waves a hand. “Have at it.” He flips his paper back up, clearly signaling the end of the conversation.

Steve smiles as he turns around and heads to the fridge.

He decides on eggs and toast, rooting around in the cabinets to look for a pan before getting the eggs and bread out.

About half of the eggs he makes, he breaks the yolks on. He takes those for himself, leaving Eddie with the better-looking, better-cooked eggs. He butters the toast and loads everything up onto two plates, bringing them back to Eddie’s room.

He watches as Eddie smells the food and whips around, eyes widening comically. “You’re an angel,” he says reverently. Steve very carefully ignores the way his heart flips in his chest.

“It’s eggs and toast,” he says, choking down whatever else wants to come out. “Coffee?”

Eddie waves a hand. “After. Thank you, seriously.”

Steve smiles. “You were busy. It really isn’t a big deal.”

Suddenly Eddie begins to laugh. “So I guess I cook at yours, you cook at mine?”

Steve chuckles. “Guess so.”

They sit on the bed, eating in silence, stealing glances here and there. Looking away whenever their eyes meet. Eddie shifts, stretches out his legs, pressing his shin into Steve’s.

Steve presses back. Looks at their legs. Doesn’t dare look up at Eddie’s face.

Eddie breaks the silence. Steve smiles to himself, because of course he would. “Sorry for…” he waves a hand, indicating the guitar back in the corner, the notebook and pencil tossed haphazardly onto the desk. “Y’know. Spacing.”

Steve doesn’t answer yet. Takes another bite of eggs. Thinks. “I don’t know how to show you that I think you’re a genius.”

Eddie blinks. “A genius?”

Steve shrugs a shoulder. “You’re a great storyteller, Eds. As someone who isn’t? Yeah. Your songs tell stories. And I’ve sat in on a few sessions now, right?”

Eddie snorts. “Only cause it’s in your house.”

Steve waves him off. “Point is. When you’re telling the kids what happens next? You’re… you’re fucking captivating, man.”

Eddie’s breath catches as he grabs for a section of hair to pull across his face.

Steve reaches over, fingertips on his forearm. "Don't hide?"

Eddie drops his hand. Catches Steve's wrist. Looks intently at it as his fingers brush over a beauty mark, just on the inside of his wrist.

Steve watches. Lightly grasps Eddie's wrist in return. Eddie's hand stills, squeezing once, before they sit in silence, both their gazes trained on their hands before drifting up, locking eyes.

They jump apart, both flushing, when Wayne knocks on the door. "Boys? I'm heading out to work, one of you lock the door behind me sometime today."

Eddie laughs. It only sounds slightly forced. "What do we have that someone would steal, old man?" He calls back.

"My dignity," Wayne immediately responds. "Just lock the damn door, boy."

Eddie grins. "Will do, Wayne."

Pt 14

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