#cw: crushing

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Knock You Down!!

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Queen tries to get to Kris with some psychological torment, but Kris pushes through, and the Fun Gang wins! Berdly is also recruited to the team...for better or for worse!

Aaaand yay, this part's all done! Definitely one of the most complex so far, but also satisfying to do a real boss battle!

[bluerosefox]

In Luminous Green Glow.

Another TaliaxDanny idea

So we knows those AU where Danny pops out the Lazarus Pits and meets like Damian or Jason.

What if, due to time travel shenanigans or even dimensional reasons Danny pops out of the Lazarus Pits when he was investigating it (maybe he's CW apprentice and helping keeping the Zone in check) and while looking he suddenly gets a sword put to his neck and a voice, a very very spine tingling smooth voice, saying

"Who are you. And how did you find this place."

Out the corner of his eye Danny could see a woman (or if time travel, teen! Talia) around his age and ooooh boy the Fenton 'I love a woman that just might kill me' genes are totally kicking into high gear.

[artchixs]

girl loser arc continues <3

[paintingpuff]

When there's not enough official Outer Wilds merch so you make your own poster

[pineappical]

smoke break

[g1ngerbeer]

he glows like a glowstick btw

[vanillashusband]

this is what its like being plagued by cute thoughts of a potential f/o

[proship dni]

[callibee]

women

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

hi! loving your art. I was watching your awesome stories/gifs and I was wondering: how did Chang develop his feelings for Tintin? Did he discover them before or after him? How did he react and why? (English is not my first language so if you see a grammatical mistake, I'm sorry. Also, sorry if so many questions made you feel like you were in a philosophy exam)

Thank you so much! As a contrast to the rest of the Marlinspike team I'm writing Chang as someone who makes friends and develops crushes pretty easily!

I imagine he's had a crush on Tintin for some time, possibly from when they first met. He's been at the mercy of his circumstances for most of his life until that point - Tintin basically makes him feel capable of doing stuff.

He's pretty heartbroken after the Blue Lotus. Tintin doesn't contact him for years. Chang is struggling to adjust to his new family and is failing at school, having missed out on a good education for a few years prior. Until Tibet he feels pretty hopeless, he will never live up to the time when he took down a drug ring.

His near death experience in Tibet shakes him out of this rut. He starts to travel and take up hobbies like dance and photography. Didi trains him in some basic martial arts. Tintin makes an effort to actually stay in touch this time. Chang has some abandonment issues as he's frequently lost people throughout his life, so he's someone who's willing to give people second chances, even if they've hurt him badly. Chang thinks he's well over his crush on Tintin when he comes around to Belgium for his studies, but falls for him again very quickly!

Unlike Tintin, Chang is a lot more comfortable with who he is. He's used to being the odd one out and has generally low expectations for himself, so just goes with the flow.

Below I talk a little with how I'm going about writing him and the historical context surrounding this, cw for mentions of racism (sinophobia) and queerphobia:

I'm writing Chang as bi, I thought it would be interesting to explore as Asian men were perceived differently in the 30s compared to today. While Asian men in the West are currently heavily desexualised in the early 20th century they were stereotyped as predatory and deviant. In London a lot of Chinese immigrants were male dockworkers, so when they married white women there was a lot of fearmongering about predatory and disloyal Chinese men.

A lot of depictions of Asian men in Western media reflected these stereotypes (and often used queercoding to push the idea of Asian men being animalistic seducers - General Henry Chang in Shanghai Express (1932) was written to be bisexual while posing as a threat to the white leads). Some examples off the top of my head include Hishuru Tori from The Cheat (1915) and The Mask of Fu Manchu (1932). Novels frequently depicted Chinese drug lords with borderline supernatural powers in manipulation.

On the other hand I've noticed how fans frequently depict Chang as someone who's submissive, demure and soft, which ignores how ridiculously brave and proactive he is in canon (stealing documents from police officers, charging into a man immediately after getting shot at by a machine gun, I could go on!). It's a common example of Fandom Racism (not accusing anyone specifically, it's just a trend I've noticed.)

When writing Chang I'm kinda reckoning with two different eras. From a contemporary angle I'm writing him as a love interest, which as an Asian guy I rarely see in media today. I also gotta consider his own time and context, how he would navigate being a queer Chinese guy, and how that would affect his relationship with others and himself.

[harbingersecho]

grif's surgery but just a little more... obvious?

I actually rly rly ADORE frankengrif but I don't have an in-show reason why he'd have extensive long-term allogeneic skingrafts on his face 😔

[mrkanman]

shes only 18! no kissing! only murder!

[diosmaden]

predator or prey

(first sketch inspired by a photo by candycane7 on reddit)

[sourscratched]

what a way to end the battle

[the-k1tchen-s1nk]

i see it with my eyedbarls

+ close ups ↓↓↓

[midnight-moth]

Can we get some of Mountain helping Dew with some DPT to help decompress? I think he'd love the big boy just with him after a long show

Ooooo. Sometimes only big earth boy will do.

Cw anxiety and panic

“Dew, ritual’s over now. You can relax.” It’s more of a gentle suggestion than a criticism or a command. But Dew still levels Mountain with a look that is equal parts frantic and desperately sad.

Mountain has seen that look before. And even if he can’t exactly hear Dew in his monitor, he can still see him throwing his pick at the ground hard enough that maybe it’s now embedded into the stage like a throwing star.

And he could see him stomp off to the side of the stage and disappear for a moment. He could see Rain dashing out of the war path and then digging his toe into the floor like he’s snuffing a cigarette. A nervous tick that is increasingly rare.

So something must really be wrong.

Mountain hopes that whatever it was, it’s long forgotten as the ritual progresses. But he can see rigidity in the normally fluid movement as Dew stalks back and forth.

Mountain reached out and places a very large hand on Dew’s chest, pressing pause on the little map he is scuffing into the floor with his boots.

Maybe it’s the physical contact, maybe it’s the fact that Mountain cares enough - to care - to not see it as a tantrum. Rather exhaustion and frustration and the need, the obsession, for perfection.

Mountain brackets himself around Dew, creating a shield between him and the rest of the world. His imposing height feels like safety. The steady rise and fall of his chest is like a metronome, and Dew finds himself trying to keep the beat. Breathe in, breathe out.

But that still doesn’t slow the thoughts that keep racing, the way his heart beats fast and irregular like it’s just going to quit on him.

Mountain knows that now is not the time to press for answers. Dew will just work himself into a frenzy trying to explain everything that went wrong, force himself to relive it and go through all the steps in his head. Like reading an instruction manual. Trying to figure out which bolt he missed that made the whole thing come loose.

Instead, he leads Dew to the shifty looking loveseat against the wall. It’s like moving a ragdoll, which would normally cause concern. But in this case it means trust.

Trust that is placed in very few, trust that Mountain will do whatever is in Dew’s best interests, that he will tend to his wounds be they metaphysical or bodily, bruised ego or broken heart.

He gathers Dew in his lap, arranging him just so, so that he can lean his head against Mountain’s chest to hear the steady thump of his heart, so that Mountain can wrap his arms around his body and box him in with his legs, curl his tail around his waist.

When he really starts to squeeze, Dew lets out a little chuff.

“Too hard?”

Mountain feels Dew’s tail coil around his forearm, grounding and affectionate. “No, just right.”

It is just right, no one can really just get around him like Mountain can. Make him feel like he’s flanked by two ghouls, one on each side.

Mountain doesn’t have to say it, but he needs Dew to know it, not just guess at it, “I’ll be here as long as you need, or want, not letting go until you tell me to.”

The corners of Dew’s mouth curl into a smile, “I guess you’re carrying me to the bus then?”

Mountain ruffles his hair with a few exaggerated kisses, “Deal.”

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

he literally already calls you partner really all the legwork is done already

THIS POST IS ABOUT THEM!!!!!