#i wanted to make them look like an old movie poster/comic

[inbloomwriting]

Everything to me - Chapter 2

Chapter two - Blueberry & Kidney Bean

Chapter 1

Plot: Jamie Tartt is a lot of things: professional footballer, the island's top scorer .... sexually, extremly handsome. But one thing he never saw himself as was a dad. Too bad he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions. This fic follows reader and Jamie as they navigate life and turn from practially strangers to parents. Pairing: Jaime Tartt x female reader Warnings: Pregnancy, swearing, mentions of food and alcohol, slight mention of sexual intimacy (nothing graphic), strained/toxic parental relationship Notes: 5.6k words. I do not have a set uploading schedule. Please bear with me as I work on this story. I know hardly anything about pregnancy, all my information comes from google. I tagged everyone who asked me to do it when I posted part 1. Please let me know if you want to be taken off or added to the taglist. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated. I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please

The store smells like dust and cardboard and old carpet. It's not necessarily a bad smell, it just doesn't live up to her memories.

She remembers the perpetual scent of menthol cigarettes and some kind of cheap men's perfume wafting through the air. The store used to smell like her dad and now it doesn't. And that just makes it all even more real.

Boxes upon boxes litter the room, filled with records. Some older, some newer. Guitars adorn one wall while the others are covered in posters from tours that happened long ago, some even before she was born.

There is something comforting about being here. It’s like stepping back into the past. Long nights watching Dad and his friends play their guitars after store-closing. Discovering new bands whenever a new shipment of records came in. And yes - she is the first to admit that in her younger years, she mostly chose the records by how cool the cover looked. 

It’s also memories of Dad getting caught up in the after-hours jam sessions and forgetting about her dance recital and that one time he threw a guitar at the window out of anger that a shipment of records got lost. It took him months to get the window replaced. She could probably still trace exactly where the crack used to be. 

Being here is very reminiscent in all the good and bad ways. But it’s a warped version of the past. One that’s laced with all the knowledge she has now. Like a movie that you’ve seen a million times.

“I don’t think pregnant women are supposed to be doing that!” 

Jamie’s voice cuts through the nostalgia-induced fog like a sunbeam through the clouds. And it also gives her a little heart attack as the only sound filling the room up until now had been her moving around and the soft tunes of an Eric Clapton record playing in the background.

“Jesus fuck! You scared me. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to startle pregnant women either and give them heart attacks.” 

He looks at her with those big expressive eyes of his and a comically overdone pout on his lips. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. But seriously give me that.” 

He’s so quick to take the box of records from her hands (Y/N) hardly has time to process what’s going on. 

Quite honestly, his worry is a bit misplaced here but she appreciates the sentiment even if he might be a little overly cautious at that moment. It feels nice to be cared for. 

“You know I’m pregnant, not sick, right? I can carry stuff.” 

“Yeah but why would you if you got me carrying it for you?” 

He has a point, she has to give him that. 

“Fair enough. Those go over there in the corner please.” 

Jamie follows her order without hesitation and, after setting the box down in its designated place, his eyes dart across the room and light up with childlike wonder and curiosity.

“This used to be your dad’s place, yeah? It looks really neat with all them posters and shit. Like stepping into an old person’s mind but like a cool old person that buys you alcohol when you’re 15 and lets you watch horror movies when your mum said no.” 

Of all the adjectives in the world, (Y/N) wouldn’t ever think of using the word “cool” to describe her dad. He was creative and fun and eccentric and stubborn — but cool? 

Then again he was her dad and no one ever likes to think of their own parents as cool. Oh god, will their kid think she’s uncool?! 

“Uh yeah, the shop and the apartment right above us. He owned it, now I do. I’m trying to get it all fixed up and ready to be sold.”

“What? Why?” 

There is something to be said about Jamie’s face and his absolute inability to mask his emotions. Everything he thinks and feels is mirrored twice as vividly on his face. He’s all furrowed brows and pouty lips. 

“I mean — it’s a record store. People don’t really buy records anymore. Be honest, when was the last time you bought one instead of just streaming the music?” 

“Like two weeks ago.” 

“Fuck off, no you didn’t!” 

“Uh — yeah, I did. Olivia Rodrigo if you must know.” 

A soft giggle falls from (Y/N)’s lips. How fitting for Jamie to buy an album full of teenage angst. 

“Well, you’re one of very few people though. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to sell. I’d keep it open. Instead of selling instruments, it’d turn that part of the shop into a little stage with a coffee counter or a bar. Host open mic nights and shine a spotlight on undiscovered artists. But the world isn’t perfect and there is no way I can afford to turn that vision into reality so really there’s no use in letting myself get too caught up in it.” 

There is pity in his eyes and she hates it. She doesn’t want pity, not his or anyone else’s. Has seen enough of it, especially lately. If she had received just one more “Sorry for your loss” card in the mail from relatives she hadn’t seen in decades, she probably would’ve stabbed a fork in her own eye. Pity does no good to no one. 

“Anyway, Jamie. Not that I don’t enjoy hanging out with you, it’s kind of necessary if we want to get this whole beings-friends-thing right, but uh — what are you doing here?” 

“Jesus, can’t a guy just come around to say hi to his baby? “ 

She thinks the way he says the word “Baby” in his thick accent is surprisingly and undeniably adorable. As if it ends in an “eh” instead of a “y”.

“By the way, they’re as big as a blueberry now.” 

And the way he’s keeping track of the baby's growth gets her right in the heart. For some reason, this seems to come so naturally to him when it all still feels weird and foreign and surreal to her. As if it were happening to someone else and she’s just a mere spectator. The idea that something as small as a blueberry will one day turn into a proper baby, a child, a teenager … a whole ass adult - is so wild to her. Almost incomprehensible. A person with their own feelings and dreams and personality. (Y/N) wonders if at any point in this pregnancy, she'll wake up and it'll all just make sense or if that only comes once she's holding the baby in her arms.

“That's cute. Doesn't answer my question though. What brings you here?”

A shadow of something flickers across Jamie’s face. Something unreadable and unfamiliar. Something that makes (Y/N) feel a sense of dread bubbling up in her stomach.

“I uh — I can’t do this.”

And there it is. That unfamiliar shadow is now a metaphorical atom bomb, a mushroom cloud of all that could have been and won’t be.

“Oh okay. I mean no, not okay. This sucks actually. You said you wanted to be part of the baby’s life and now you’re bailing? That’s a shit move, Jamie. You’re a right prick for pulling that crap.” 

“What? Oh no!” his eyes widen as the realization sets in. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well then what did you mean? Cause you’re truly giving me a heart attack right now. Second one for today. You really need to start working on your conversation starters.” 

She had given him the chance to opt out of being a dad, to not be a part of the baby’s life. It seemed like the right thing to do and, foolishly, (Y/N) had believed that she’d be okay with him doing just that. In this very moment though, she feels everything but okay. The idea of Jamie changing his mind is terrifying. 

Sometimes you don’t realize just how much you need something — or someone until you’re faced with the possibility of losing them.

“I mean, I can’t do this alone. I need to tell someone. All I keep thinking about is the baby and I feel like I am going to explode any second now. I know we can’t tell everyone yet ‘cause of — well you know, things going wrong and stuff. But I need to tell someone. You got to tell Rebecca and your mum, I think it’s only fair I get to tell two people as well, yeah?”

A sense of relief floods her. Starts in her toes and fills her all the way to the top of her head. He wants this — wants the baby. It’s not just her in this. It’s nice to know you have someone in your corner. It’s also scary. Because he deserves to know just whose team he’s on. And being vulnerable fucking sucks. 

“Jamie, that’s fine. Absolutely you can tell your mum.” 

“And Simon? You got two people so — “

“I didn’t though.” 

“Uh yes, you did. I know you told Rebecca.” 

“That’s right.”

“And your mum too”.

The silence that follows his words is deafening. Being vulnerable means also admitting guilt. It means owning up to all of your mistakes. Though we are not the sum of our mistakes, they are what help shape the person we become. And (Y/N) really doesn’t think they make her a very good one.

“And your mum too?” 

More silence.

“You didn’t tell your mum? Why not? “

To his credit, Jamie looks truly surprised and confused. There is no judgment there, just absolute bewilderment and that signature softness that rounds out his features and settles in his eyes whenever Jamie talks to her about something serious. Granted they’ve not had that many conversations but she hopes that softness stays. She hopes that maybe their baby can have those soft, gentle eyes too.

“I’m not sure. I think I’m scared. My mum and I have a — complicated relationship. I disappoint her, she judges me. You know, the usual.” 

“You think she’ll be disappointed because we're having a baby? Is it because of me?”

(Y/N) shrugs, breaking eye contact and fixing her gaze on the old grey carpet with the ugly 90s pattern. What if those soft eyes can look straight through her, see all the ugly parts and the insecurities? That’s too scary for now. Too much too soon.

“No, it has nothing to do with you. Think she’ll just be disappointed I didn’t get pregnant according to the timeline she dreamed up for my life when I was like 2 years old. Had it all planned out for me and I never stuck to it.” 

Jamie is quiet for a moment but (Y/N) doesn’t dare to look back up at him. She can’t deal with any more pity.

“Well if you want to practice telling a mum, we can start with mine.”

“Huh?” 

“You can come to Manchester with me if you want. To tell my mum. We’ll have one mum down then, makes it easier to do it a second time. It’s science.” 

Jamie has the fascinating quality of making you believe in his words just by being so undeniably charming and because he believes in them himself. He makes it look easy when it is everything but.

“And if things don’t go well with your mum at least you’ll know you have at least one mum you can rely on, even if it’s not your own. She raised me pretty much by herself so she knows a thing or two about babies and parenting and stuff.” 

The mocking raise of (Y/N)’s right eyebrow doesn’t go unnoticed by Jamie who opens his lips to a silent gasp and clutches his chest with an overly dramatic gesture. 

“What? You saying I didn’t turn out perfectly?”

“No,” she laughs, a lightness festering in her chest. Like the first rays of sunshine after a cold winter that never seemed to end. Like a glass of wine after a long day at work. Like your favorite song on the radio at the exact moment you need it most. “I think you turned out exactly the way you were supposed to.” 

“Thanks,” Jamie says with that cheeky smile playing on his lips that makes him look a little younger than he actually is. Then he dares to wink at her and it’s a little annoying but also insanely charming. “Not sure you meant it as a compliment but I am taking it. Now when are you free for a trip up to Manchester?” 

(Y/N)’s been on a lot of road trips around the country when she was younger. She’s even spent a whole summer traveling Europe, partially by train but most of the time was spent stuffed in a Fiat Punto with 3 of her friends and all their luggage. It was stuffy, it was chaotic and it was immensely fun. None of those road trips ever involved a shiny black Aston Martin Rapide though. 

Or a famous footballer dressed in the ugliest lime green sweater (Y/N) has ever seen. 

“That’s all the luggage you got?” Jamie questions as he moves the black shades off of his eyes and sets them on the top of his head, holding back some of his hair. It shouldn’t work so well but it does. 

“I mean, we’re only staying for a night right? Why? Should I have brought more? How much did you pack?” 

He glances at her, then towards the car, and back at her. A sheepish look crosses his face before being replaced by his childlike cheekiness. “That’s confidential. Don’t worry about it, yeah?” 

“I got my ginger lollies, that’s all that matters really.” 

“You feeling alright?” 

“Mh, I’m good. Just pregnant.” 

His eyes drop down to her stomach for just a second before he nods his head in what (Y/N) can only describe as a mix of pride and satisfaction. “Yeah, you are.” 

That’s new. Well not new-new but it hasn’t happened since the day of the funeral. That tingly feeling in her stomach that has fuck all to do with the baby and everything with how the baby got there. Yes, Jamie is hot and (Y/N) is the first to admit as much but there has been so much stress and chaos and she hardly had time to think about anything but surviving and making sure not to completely lose herself in bad visions of what-ifs that her brain has had no time to process any feelings of arousal or lust. That look he just gave her though, that one made her remember it for just a second.

“You sure you’re alright?” 

Jamie’s voice shakes her from her daydream and brings her back to the real world, her eyes focusing back on the obscene car parked in front of her tiny apartment building looking so insanely out of place.

“Uh yes, I’m fine. I just — sometimes I forget that you’re famous.” 

Jamie regards her for a moment before shrugging his shoulder and grabbing the bag from her hands. “I don’t. It’s fun. Now come on, let’s goooooo.” 

His voice is dipped in excitement and there’s a bounce in his step. If this is how the prospect of seeing his mother makes him feel and behave, she must be one lovely woman. Whenever (Y/N) thinks of her own mother her chest fills with tiny metaphorical icicles. Sharp and rough and painful. It’s all regret and judgment and disapproval. It’s “You gained weight”, “you look tired”, and “You should really look into getting a new job”. Daggers disguised as roses. Stabs right to the heart in the name of being honest. “I just care about you, because I love you, because I am your mother!” 

If there is one thing (Y/N) knows for sure, it’s that she will never ever find the need to resort to criticism and thinly veiled malice in order to show her child that she cares. They will know. Every single day. Because she’ll make sure to show them. Every single day in all the big and tiny ways a person can show their love. 

“Kidney Bean?”

“Kidney Bean. And apparently, the baby is sprouting webbed fingers and toes right now. Oh, and it’s starting to move!” 

“Can you feel that?” 

“No, not yet.” 

“It’s mental. Last week she was the size of a blueberry and now she’s a kidney bean. Kid’s growing up too fast.” 

It’s true. There is so much happening all at once and it’s almost impossible to really process it all. Suddenly there is a tiny spark of a human inside her. Not really a baby yet but a baby to her. And it's moving and developing and changing every second of every day. Fucking insane.

“Wait … you said she. You think it’s a girl?”

Maybe it’s the sunlight casting a glow through the windshield but (Y/N) is almost certain she can just about make out a blush dusting Jamie’s cheeks. 

“Dunno.”

“Jamie Tartt, do you want to be a girl dad?” 

He glances at (Y/N) through the corner of his eyes for just a moment but it’s enough for her to see the sincerity in him. This is something he’s thought about before. Learning new things about Jamie is fascinating.

“Ah,  it’s stupid, really. It’s — It’s dumb or whatever.” 

“No, come on, don't go shy on me now. Tell me.” 

He takes a deep breath. A moment passes then another. There is no rush. Sometimes silly thoughts are the result of harsh truths. 

“Told you my dad was a prick. Like the biggest piece of shit walking this earth, yeah? And I knew that all my life. Thing is I still tried to impress him. I just — I wanted him to like me so badly. Just felt wrong that me own dad didn’t care about me and that made me angry. And I kept that anger inside me for so long. Sometimes when I think about the baby and the future I am scared that if I have a son that anger will jump over to him. Like maybe all Tartt men are cursed or some shit like that. But if I had a little girl maybe that would make it easier for me to be a good dad. I don’t mind either way, obviously, but the idea of having a son scares me.” 

It’s the most vulnerable he’s been with her so far and by the way he clenches his jaw and grabs onto the steering wheel just a little tighter, (Y/N) can tell this isn’t easy on him. It means a lot that he shares this part of him with her anyway. It feels like they are actually becoming friends. So opening up to him in return is only half as horrifying. 

“When I was a kid, maybe 11 or 12, I wrote a short story for school and I won an award. They did this big ceremony thing where the 3 finalists got to read their stories out loud for an audience and then receive their prizes. My mum didn’t show up, not sure if it was because she stayed longer at the office and didn’t care enough to leave on time or if she just didn’t feel like getting out of the house. Point is, she wasn’t there. When I came home that night I was sad, obviously, and I was also pissed. Because why the fuck couldn’t she take one night off to come see me succeed at something even if it wasn’t something she deemed worthy of praise. 

So I yelled at her and I’m sure I said some hurtful things. But I was so devastated and angry and I needed an outlet for once. She called me ungrateful but I was used to that, she always called me ungrateful. Then she looked at me with that look of absolute resignation and malice and she said that she hopes I have a daughter like me one day and that she makes me realize how hard it is to love me. 

When I think of the baby, sometimes I see a little girl too. One that I will love so much she never has to doubt it for a single second. And I will also prove my mother wrong. Because it will be so easy to love my little girl and it would’ve been so easy to love me, her little girl.” 

It’s the first time she’s ever said those words out loud. Truly, (Y/N) had not expected for them to come out in an Aston Martin, on the way to meet her baby’s father’s mother but life doesn’t seem to care for plans very much these days.

Softly, as if to not startle her, Jamie places his hand on hers, squeezing gently.

“I think your mum is a right bitch.” 

“Thanks. I think your dad is a huge asshole.” 

“We’re gonna be better than them, right?” 

It’s not really a question. It’s more of a promise.

“We will. I know it.”

His hand doesn’t leave hers for a good long while. 

The nerves don’t hit her until they pull up to the quaint little house with the white front. There’s a rose bush to the side and some kids playing football just across the way. The nerves don’t hit her until Jamie puts the car in park but when they do, they hit her like a freight train.

“Woah, you alright?” 

“Huh?” 

“You look all pale and like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Do you have to puke?”

A chuckle falls from her lips at the absurdity of it all. In all honesty, she’s not met a lot of parents yet but the few she did meet were parents of actual partners. People she had been dating for a while. It was a natural progression of steps. This is all wrong and sideways and topsy-turvy. You’re supposed to meet the mum first and then get pregnant. 

Again with the life and the plans. 

“I’m fucking nervous.” 

“Hah,” Jamie laughs. The audacity of this guy. “You’re nervous to meet my mum? Why? She’s an angel.”

“Do you not know how intimidating that is? Like, if she was shit I wouldn’t care but she sounds wonderful and I want her to like me. No, I need her to like me. Desperately. And I can only imagine what she thinks of me already. Some floozy who gets knocked up and really just wants your money.” 

Before she even fully realizes what’s happening, (Y/N) feels Jamie’s hands on her cheeks, framing her face in warmth.

“Calm down, please. I promise it’ll be alright. My mum will love you, I know it. Probably more than she loves me. Actually no that’s a lie, but she will love you and she will love our baby. Promise.”

“She’s not gonna judge me for — you know. Getting pregnant even though we’re not dating or anything.” 

“My mum was married to my dad, worst person on planet Earth. Don’t think she’s in any position to judge you. It’ll be alright, trust me.” 

She hardly knows this man and yet she can’t help but do just that. Trust him.

The first thing (Y/N) notices about Georgie is her smile. A smile that is so familiar because it looks exactly like Jamie’s smile. Warm and radiant and true. A part of (Y/N) hopes that their baby inherits that same smile. Partially because it’s a really good smile and partially because maybe that could help Jamie realize that he is more than the sum of his father’s problems and mistakes. He is all his mother’s boy.

“Oh, I missed you, my baby.” 

Georgie wraps her arms around Jamie’s middle, getting swallowed by his frame for a moment. There’s no denying that part of (Y/N)’s heart breaks a little seeing how loving of a relationship these two have and wondering where she and her own mother went wrong.

And as it so happens with so many kids that have never been loved quite the way they deserved, (Y/N) can’t help but search for the problem in herself. 

“Yeah sorry for not visiting earlier. You know how it is with training and stuff.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I know my boy is busy being a star.” 

The words hold a slight mocking, never mean but in the way that only people who are close can tease each other. You know every word comes laced with deep affection, with pride, with love.

“And it’s so nice to meet you too. I’m Georgie.” 

It takes a second for (Y/N) to realize that Jamie’s mum is now talking to her directly.

“I uh — oh thank you. Nice to meet you too, I’m (Y/N).” 

Georgie smells like mint chewing gum and floral perfume as she pulls (Y/N) into a hug. She’s soft and gentle and it’s been the first hug from a mother (Y/N) has received in quite some time.

“Sorry, didn’t even ask if you’re a hugger.”

“Oh that’s alright, don’t worry about it.” 

She’s not a hugger, never really was, but there is something about Georgie granting her some affection that isn’t all that bad. Maybe their kid can have at least one grandmother who cares and who isn’t completely disgusted by the idea of showing any kind of positive emotions.

“Jamie never brings girlfriends around so I’m a bit out of my element here if I’m being honest.” 

“Mum we’re not — she’s not.” Jamie takes a big breath before starting again “(Y/N) and I are friends, yeah? Told you about it on the phone.” 

“Right, right. Well, you don’t bring around a lot of friends either so same difference, really. Now come inside will you, I’m sure we got a lot to catch up on.”

Oh if only she knew how true that sentiment really is.

There are pictures of Jamie staring back at (Y/N) from every corner of the house and Georgie leads them through the hallway and towards the kitchen. Every wall and every shelf holds a memory of him at one point in his life. Gap toothed with a football in hand smiling, surrounded by a field of tulips arm wrapped around his mother’s shoulder, his teenage self smoldering at the camera with an even more questionable haircut than the one he is sporting right now. Oh to be loved in a way that every past version of you is being remembered.

As they reach the kitchen a sweet scent fills the room when a man clad in an apron turns around and faces them with a huge smile playing on his face. He has a dorky kind of charm to him that immediately puts you at ease. Maybe it’s just the frilly apron, maybe it’s the big oven gloves, maybe it’s the smile. Either way, (Y/N) thinks that if they take the news well, her kid might have truly lucked out on one side of the grandparents department. 

“Jamie, welcome home.” 

“Hi Simon, thanks, mate. Glad to be back. This is (Y/N).” 

“The friend, right.” Simon says and shoots Georgie a look that neither of them misses. Subtlety doesn’t seem to be one of his best qualities. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you too. It smells amazing in here.” 

“I found this new recipe for honey blondies. Not sure if they'll be any good but I guess we'll find out. If you guys want to go have a seat, I'll come bring them over.”

“Actually,” Jamie speaks up while nervously fiddling with his hands. “I was hoping we could have a talk before we do anything else. There’s something I need to tell you both.” 

Imagining the hypothetical scenario of telling your mum you’re having a baby and actually doing it really are two completely different things it seems. Gone is all of Jamie’s confidence and replaced with a whole lot of anxiety. 

“You're worrying me, Jamie. What has you acting so serious? Did you get someone pregnant or something?”

Georgie's words are followed by a thick awkward silence. It's heavy and suffocating and it makes (Y/N) feel uneasy in both her heart and her head.

It doesn't take long for Jamie’s parents to realize what his silence means. Everything communicated by not saying a single word.

“Oh, fuck.”

And there's nothing to add to Georgie's reaction. It's the exact same one (Y/N) had when she first saw those faint blue lines.

Of all the possible outcomes and ways this day could’ve gone, (Y/N) had not expected to find herself staring at not only a curly-haired Roy Kent but also come face to face with two very persuasive arguments belonging to no other than Keeley fucking Jones. 

“This is surreal.” 

The posters stare back at her all crinkled paper and bleached ink, as if to mock her silently. 

“Ah, well I told them to redecorate when I moved out, think they just haven’t gotten around to it yet.” 

A light dusting of pink settles on the apples of Jamie’s cheeks as well as the tips of his ears. This man can’t hide his emotions for the life of him. It’s quite adorable really. 

“Do they know?” 

“Does who know?” 

“Roy and Keeley. Do they know you have their pictures up in your room?”

“Well no and It’s not my room anymore, is it? ‘S not like I have ‘em hanging at home. Put these up ages ago.” 

A giggle slips through (Y/N)’s lips at his desperate attempt to talk himself out of this situation. 

“It’s okay, Jamie. I won’t tell.” 

“There’s nothing to tell, alright?” he responds in mock offense before sitting down on his childhood bed next to (Y/N). “Just liked boobs and football and those two were the best those fields had to offer, yeah? Can’t really blame me.” 

“Not much has changed has it?”

He shrugs his shoulders in response “Nah. Still like boobs and football but no way I’d put up a poster of granddad’s ugly mug nowadays.”

From the few times they talked about his job, including his teammates and coaches, (Y/N) was able to gather that Jamie’s relationship with Roy is something special. Odd, but special. Maybe that’s what happens when you end up working with your childhood idol. Either way, no matter how much shit he likes to talk about him, it’s clear that Jamie respects and admires Roy a great deal still.

“And uh — and Keeley?” 

“What about her?” 

“Is she — are you — how are things?” 

She still remembers that crestfallen look on his face on the day of the funeral. That infinite sadness in his eyes. She hadn’t put two and two together at that moment but later that night it all clicked. Keeley was the woman he was in love with, the woman who did not love him back. And while (Y/N) knows that she and Jamie are only bound together by happenstance and fate — if one chooses to believe in that, and that there is nothing romantic about their situation, it does sting a little to know that the man you’re having a baby with is in love with someone else.

“We’re good. We’re friends, think that’s all we’ll ever be. Her and Roy, they’re happy and I don’t want to ruin it for either of them. Keeley and I just were not right together.” 

“And you’re okay with that?” 

He nods his head, a small smile playing on his lips “Yeah, I’m alright with it. If I hadn’t made a fool of myself at the funeral then you and I wouldn’t have — you know, and then we wouldn’t be having a baby. Little Kidney Bean.” 

“That’s true. Your mum seemed excited.” 

“Hah, sorry about her. She can be intense.” 

Intense might be the understatement of the century. It took her approximately 2.3 seconds to get over the initial shock of the announcement and really process it before Georgie let out a scream of pure excitement and joy and wrapped both Jamie and (Y/N) up in her arms. She didn’t fully let go for a good 20 minutes. It was intense. It was also phenomenal.

“Don’t apologize. I am so glad she took it so well, Simon too. At least now I’ll have the certainty that my baby will have one set of loving grandparents at least.” 

“Hey,” Jamie says and nudges her shoulder with his “We’ll sort out telling your mum next, okay. I’m sure it’ll go better than you think. And if not we can always call up my mum for some more hugs and a pep talk. Whatever happens, you won’t have to do it alone. I promise.” 

For what is probably the first time in her life (Y/N) lets herself believe that there truly is someone else having her back, undisputedly and all the way. It’s unfamiliar. It’s a little scary. It’s also wonderful.

“Thanks, Jamie. I appreciate it, I really do. Think so far we’re doing alright, huh?” 

“I’d say so. Two sexy parents and a little Kidney Bean.” 

Their laughter echoes through Jamie’s childhood bedroom for quite a while longer until at some point it stills and gives room to soft breathing and quiet snores. The bed isn’t meant for two grown adults and really Jamie truly meant to sleep on the couch but somewhere between talks of baby clothes and childhood memories, eyes grew heavy and tired, and soon enough both of them are fast asleep.

Just them and their little Kidney Bean 

— and a curly-haired Roy Kent 

— and Keeley’s boobs.

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[deenigma]

It's been a little over a year now since I started listening to Malevolent, and with Christmas right around the corner, I thought it's a perfect time to send @marimo-art art of their version of John and Arthur! Merry Christmas ya old coot! Thanks again for getting me into this mess 😂😂😂

[jellazticious]

“You can’t rush art”

I think everybody can recall the quote from Toy Story 2. From the most satisfying part of the movie where we see a montage of Woody getting restored by a toy maker. It’s one of my favourites too, I absolutely loved looking at the different procedures used to fix a single toy. The toymaker’s precision and care were found mesmerizing by everyone. As a multi-hatted artist, one that can draw, sculpt, animate, and write, I can say that it’s spot on that there’s so much to do for a single piece of work. HOOO boy, you should see how me and Beefy are organizing Cursed to Charm, there’s so much.

For the upcoming webcomic, we design characters, give each and every one of them their stand-alone story, design different clothes, create the map, draw renders and posters, polish scripts for the episodes, plan to program the comic’s own website, make the backgrounds eventually, etc. To people who aren’t artists or take art for granted, to them, art is stroking a paper using a pen and BAM instant masterpiece. No no, it’s more than that.

Another thing I’d like to say about the comic is that the progress is very slow yet very fruitful because of the time taken. Me and my co-author came up with the idea at late November, which makes the comic four months old now. However, with all that time passed, we have already finalized the list of nine episodes of season one. We have also written seven out of nine summaries from that season before actually writing the dialogue in detail. We have a rough four seasons worth of story progression in the span of four months. Nyeh, excuse the little ramble about CtC, I’m just giving insight of how much should be done for the production of anything which leads us to the next point.

Art production in general.

Movies, animation, shows, video games, books, comics etc etc

All of these are part of art, some people would deny because it isn’t sophisticated like they’re lead to believe art is supposed to be. Art is literally just creation man, can’t get any simpler than that 😩 if you made something, then you made something woohoo! Congratulations you made art, cooking included. It came free with your fucking humanity.

Anyway, just like the webcomic, every single one of these listed also have a set of different procedures that will piece together the final output.

Let’s take Disney movies as a specific example, I want to talk about something real quick.

So one time, I was watching Tarzan with my parents and we stuck around for the end credits. My mom pointed out the animators are divided into sections and there’s so much names on them. There are different teams of animators for each character and these teams are divided in two for the storyboarders and the clean up artists. When the credits rolled a bit more, it showed that the background artists and colorists also have their own sections too. There’s so much people working on different body parts of a movie. I got the habit of reading end credits of every movie I watch, animated or live action, then I would compare the credits of old and new movies. Boy, let me tell you that the work space on old movies are FILLED compared to newer movies. One thing I noticed about Disney movies although, is that the old movies have more sections compared to new ones. The major difference of old Disney and new Disney are the length of the credits and the time gap of the movies. I’m really not trusting the way new movies have way shorter end credits while the publish time of new movies are getting narrower and narrower. Before the 2000s, movies usually come out twice a year and sometimes there’s a two-year hiatus before the next batch of movies are published. Now there’s at least two or three movies that publish yearly while also releasing a bunch of shows in the middle of it. I really don’t understand business talk with the way it sacrifices quality over quantity. Like I get having money is great and all but what’s the use of hoarding it? Especially when there’s so much news of people about to be in poverty and mass layoffs. Why should companies earn money if they’re not going to redistribute it back to the economy at all? This is a little off topic but I want to point it out that people in the 80s used to buy whole houses by being a janitor but nowadays people could barely afford a one room apartment even with three jobs. The Simpsons is an example of this because it was set in the 90s and the family is constantly reminded of how “poor” they are. They even created an episode that talks about the same job that supported people’s fathers will no longer support you nowadays (Poorhouse Rock ep22 s33). It’s fishy and I’m salty about it especially because I hear so much people complaining about how they’re not being given a chance to work. Anywho! Let’s go back to art.

I’m just spitballing my thoughts here but somehow they’re connecting either way. All I’m trying to say is that for the people who care so much about the quality of art, it’s noticeable that they get downgraded, not just by the look but by the way they’re written.

Example.

Clone High.

Jesus Christ, the new show is a nightmare and an insult to the original Clone High. The difference is clear with this one. The original Clone High was heavy satire of every single high school trope used in shows and movies. Every single character was meant to have one personality and that personality is the butt of the joke. The original did not care about making the characters appealing because the appeal is found in the way they interact, they clash so much and a lot of them are idiots. The writing is funny because the dialogue flows so easily unlike the renewal. The renewed Clone High takes itself too seriously and it tries too hard to be relevant. It’s funny to me that fans can draw the original’s art style more accurately than the animators hired. What’s even more frustrating is that concept art was released from the art head and the concept art looked way better than what they decided on the final designs. Other than the art style that tries to be marketable, the writing is insufferable with the way they try to be “relatable” without understanding why the original jokes were funny to begin with.

Now we’re all familiar with this cheap tactic of using the title of successful franchises to grab clicks and views. It’s every live action Disney film, it happened to Scooby Doo, Marvel shows, FNAF, some Cartoon Network shows, Megamind, and now even Kung Fu Panda. Basically MILKING. It would have been better if the productions TRIED to understand the original’s intentions which they forgot about. They ended up being disappointing at best and soulless at worst. I won’t be explaining much cuz I’ve already reached the minimum word count lmao. I’m just rambling here, I better not see anyone interrogate me in asks or replies. ANYWAY, I’m gonna get to the point real quick.

Back to the quote at the start of the post, people tend to forget that. Art is a skill, not a button people press and it gives you pretty pictures or videos. Art is a job and an effort. While art is subjective and it differs from person to person, one thing for certain is that art that is made ingenuinely will never be better than art that is made because the artist loves art. This is why the Tom & Jerry reboots with the lineless art style even if they had a storyboard artist who understood the cartoon wackiness (which were discarded for a “cleaner” and faster style). This is why it’s so frustrating to see concept art of movies which have more appeal than the final 3d models. This is why FNAF Security Breach was nearly unplayable.

Because they all rushed art.

They rushed in favour of what is marketable, no matter how unappealing it is. Everything could have been better, some final products are good, but all of them could have been better. As good as what were released pre 2010s when production had a passion. You can’t spell heart without art.

I’m just really passionate about art in any form since it’s everything that created me too. I will not be here at this point in time if it weren’t for me learning that there’s so much beauty in the world if you could just squint and appreciate why that’s so. I’m defined by my works and it only hurts and infuriates me that people who have the ability and accessibility to create better art than I do waste it for their personal gain or selfish intentions. Everyone could be a better person because of art just as it did to me. Again, it came to us the moment we’re born, art isn’t just a pretty picture, it’s everything we create out of love, passion, time, and effort.

But really, to the wise words of Chef Saltbaker, “like any good bake, heart and soul is the secret ingredient”

You can’t rush art.

[jayden-killer]

DREAMS ARE MY REALITY. (pt.2)

part 1

What would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed...?

A/N: hellooo! Part 2 is finally here! 🙌 exams finished!! So now, full focus on my tumblr blog, heheh. This time chapter is longer. As always, just the reminder that I'm not a native English speaker, so you might find some errors. If you do, point them out to me! Enjoy the reading.~

Warnings: mention of the traumatic life of Miguel (both comics and movie), kinda derealisation if you hint it?, angst haha :)

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☆

«You!»

I pressed the pillow against him, ready for any movement from the muscular man in front of me. His unkempt hair and a remnant of drool at the corner of his mouth confirmed my previous suspicions: he had fallen asleep in my bed. But how could he be divine even in that way? My eyes fell on his clothing: the holographic Spider-man suit was still on the young man. And he noticed my gaze fell there, then brought his attention back to me.

«Why are you pointing a pillow at me? It's not even a weapon».

«Ha, ha» faked a laughter, «That's is...amusing. How did you end up in my house, Miguel O'Hara? Did you fly with your webs through the window? Do you come from the roof of the building?»

And how do you know that my name is Miguel?" The man slowly approached me, losing his self-doubt demeanor that he had until recently, and I threatened him again with the pillow, lifting it up more as a reminder. «Stop there» My finger pointed to a precise point in the room, «First: what are you doing here. Second: how can you be real?»

«Are you answering my question with another question? Seriously?» Miguel's hands found place on his hips, and his eyebrow rose. I felt I was being watched too much by his eyes, which menacingly scanned me from head to toe.

«I'm in charge here, whether you like it or not, I make the rules here. Now, answer»

A snort left Miguel's lips. He rolled over more than once, shaking his head as if he was trying to find the right words. Well, a clear and comprehensive explanation didn't seem bad.

«Alright. I don't know how it happened, apparently my Gizmo started showing signs of instability as I traveled through the multiverse. The destination was marked for Earth-42. At the last minute, this maldito reloje decided to take me up to Earth-199999» Silence fell between us. I pushed the pillow aside, sitting on the edge of my bed to better focus on Miguel's bizarre story. The man seemed to mutter something in Spanish, but it was hard to decipher what he had said. He continued to look at me without looking away. «I was catapulted into this universe. The portal threw me onto the hood of a truck and the driver, seeing me, almost threw the truck into the wall. Luckily I managed to fly out of there with my webs».

«May I know then why did you come to my house?»

«I'm not done yet.»His eyes narrowed. I gulped fearfully. The man took a deep breath and continued to tell his story. «As I was saying, I flew away immediately. I wandered the streets for a while, and I saw how different your universe is from mine. The means of transport, the buildings, the people. I was tired, my strength was out of me. Your building was the closest. And your window was open. Besides, I would never hurt you. I'm a Spider-Man after all.»

«Yes, but you still attacked a fifteen-year-old boy because he didn't listen to you.»

«What?»

«What?» I laughed embarrassed. «Okay, I get it big boy. So you had a good sleep in my house, good, but now you should reall-Hey! What are you doing?»

«How can I be a giant poster hanging on your bedroom wall?» His was more than a legitimate question. I would have felt uncomfortable (and also quite lost) if I suddenly saw a poster with my face on it. I wouldn't have liked it at all. Even though Miguel was handling it well. I noticed how his head didn't move an inch, but he instead showed a surprised look at finding himself in poster form.

«Well, it's a long story...» I began.

«I have all the time in the world».

At that moment I looked at Miguel, then at the poster again and heaved a long sigh.

«What I'm trying to say is...you shouldn't be real». I put much more emphasis on the last word. Oh, God. Things were taking a turn for the worse. How could he believe what I was about to tell him? He had always felt real, but to me, he has always been part of the fictional world. It was just a drawing, yet he was here. How was all this possible? He was way beyond the multiverse.

«Miguel, I know it may seem strange to you, but you're part of a movie, you're a comic book character. You're...».

I couldn't.

I didn't want to make him feel like someone out of this world. I already understood what he had been through before. The loss of his mother, his brother Gabriel, the abuse from his father, and even the loss of his daughter, Gabriella. To tell him that it was just pure fiction, an invention of some brilliant mind would have been... not right. But Miguel wasn't stupid and he immediately grasped what I wanted to tell him. His gloved hand curiously and delicately traced his figure on the piece of paper. He shook his head, almost as if I were telling an unfunny joke. I couldn't blame him. I would have reacted way worse than the man. It was at that moment that I noticed the man in question ran a hand through his brown hair and swallowed hard, his back to me the entire time. In the meantime, worried, I was playing with the edges of my nightgown, with the fear that he might tear me to pieces.

«I feel real». His voice boomed off the walls. And I looked up to notice strange movements. «I am true. Even if all this creates a lot of...confusion for me».

«Miguel, you deserved to know...» I broke into the conversation, trying to find valid explanations. «I had to...»

«No». He held up a hand to stop me. A moment of silence followed. «You did the right thing. Being Spider-man also leads to these consequences... doesn't it?». It didn't seem that the sentence was addressed to me, but more to him.

«Maybe you need to take a shower, yes?». I tried to change the subject, my tone going from concerned to persuasive. «I have some clothes left here by my brother in case of an emergency. Maybe they'll fit a little short on the shoulders, but they'll have to go».

Without saying anything, Miguel nodded, then asked me where the bathroom was, so he could freshen up.

«Take your time, so don't rush-»

Slam!

Shit. What did I do?

[seeminglydark]

1. would caro and john be into the tv show, the x-files? would they buy tapes of the episodes and talk about their own conspiracies and guess about the outcomes of the episodes.

2. also your comic has help peak my interest for the supernatural and conspiracy theories. what are some stories or theories that you’ve learned about that you have found the most interesting? and were you a believer before starting your comics or has your interest grown as you’ve continued with your comics.

3.lastly, i’m trying to buy more secondhand items and become the diy punk that i’ve aspired to be since high school (too afraid since i was a closeted trans man and living with an unaccepting family), any tips?

i, like john, try to stay away from modern tech as much as i can. i’m able to stay off my phone for the most part and rarely use my computer but i’ve been looking around and audiobooks on cassette are kinda expensive around me so i like to narrate book as i read them in paperback. i was wondering if canonically john uses resources such as the library and what his favorite books and movies are. i love horror and am just now getting into sci-fi and i love watching movies on my vcr + tv combo and i sometimes use a blu-ray player for more rare or expensive (at least in vhs format) movies.

sorry for the long winded paragraph, i’m unfortunately unable to escape my strict household (despite being an adult) until i find a job and am able to save every cent. i also tend to isolate myself so i have no friends to help me out. sorry to vent to you about this but i just wanted to end this by saying your comic and characters inspire me and give me hope that i’ll be okay once i’m free.

YES. John is obsessed with x-files. every once in a while you can see he has the iconic 'i want to believe' poster in his younger years on his walls. He still has it as an adult. both caro and john like watching those together, they also enjoy the twilight zone, charmed, Buffy (they they agree the corny movie from '92 is the best) and those old Bruce Campbell shows noones heard of, re: Brisco County Jr. I think as kids they theorize, and as adults they talk about everything everyone gets wrong, now that they know how these things really work. John can always guess WhoDunnit.

Ive always been interested in the idea of the supernatural. im a big skeptic though, ill be honest there, even though ive had many 'experiences' myself. i kinda like the idea of the unbelievable. definitely making the comics has peaked my interest in things i wasn't too keenly aware of before, like cryptids. im fascinated by the concept of Missing 411, and missing people who reappear somewhere else, but Liminal Spaces hold my heart specifically. ive always been keenly aware of the off feeling in those places before i even knew what that meant. i love scouring the internet for images of things like abandoned hotels that give me a weird kind of uneasy, most of the things people tag as Liminal aren't really that, so its a scavenger hunt to find something that fits my idea of it. coming up with the lore of my stories has been an adventure. my interest has definitely grown, more in places and phenomenon than in ghosts specifically.

there are so mnay things you can do to diy punk stuff, in my opinion thats the best and most rewarding way. it sounds to me that you need to start small and slow for your safety, so let me reassure you right here anon, that punk is a set of ideals, and not just fashion. youre still punk no matter what youre wearing. a jacket or vest is always a good place to start, you can literally buy ANYTHING at the thift store that strikes your fancy. this is a canvas you will be adding too for as long as its yours. once you have your canvas, its time to create, and there is literally no wrong way to do this. you can use paint markers, embroidery, bleach, ect. dont have money for spikes and studs? you can use soda can tabs and bend them, metal lighter caps, hell even staples and safety pins always look cool. you can make your own badges by bending metal soda or beer caps around a soda tab with a safety pin through it and then paint whatever you want on the cap. dental floss is what you usually see when punks have the white stitching on their pants and jackets, its durable and doesn't break, since crust and gutter punks need tough clothes that last. if you're worried about your family, i would personalize it first in small secret ways that are just for you, such as a message beneath your collar as seen here on my friends jacket. and here, and here! he hides patches on the inside as well! Im including a pic of john hiding a patch on caros varsity jacket as well. i will post my jackets one day, my camera is broken but i figured id share his since he hides things more than i do!

John absolutely uses the library, its a fantastic resource for SO many things, depending on where you're located. He would also probably use a digital reader later, because many of them you can get library cards on and borrow books that way. he is not a strong reader so he mostly reads books that may be under his age level, like goosebumps, but who cares, do what you enjoy. movie wise hes very obsessed with cosmic horror (hence the UFO tattoo) his favorites are Alien, The Thing, Killer Klowns from Outer Space and the Blob from the 80s. both he and Caro love the original Evil Dead franchise, horror comedy like American Werewolf in London, lost boys, etc.

Thank you, Anon, for the long winded paragraph. You asked some really fun questions for me to answer, i love nothing more than to talk about my characters, it was a really nice little break from editing a new podcast episode. I am so so sorry about your situation, and i am sending you all the best and all the love and strength that you can come out of this free and on the other side and live as yourself. If my comics and characters stories can provide a tiny bit of hope that its going to be ok, than ive succeeded at what i set out to do. wishing you all the best. and look into your library, they may have resources to help you with this as well.

[jaxieus]

ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

[lady-of-sorr0wz]

Finally making a intro after a year of having this acc

HIIII IM RAY

He/they

Gay

Trans

Minor

Infp

I love music, art, singing, and writing

And i especially LOVE mcr (im so normal abt them)

Favorite bands

Mcr, the misfits, the cure, bikini kill, siouxsie and the banshees, linkin park, kittie, soad, slipknot, oingo boingo, bratmobile, bauhaus, dead Kennedys, nirvana, hole, ramones, the clash, black flag, ptv, fob, evanescence, flyleaf, new order, talking heads, pencey prep, strawberry switchblade, depeche mode, joy division, x ray spex, descendents, circle jerks, rancid, echo and the bunnymen, le tigre, sex pistols, bad religion, lunachicks, p!atd, green day, weezer, korn, blur, cranberries, babes in toyland, sisters of mercy, christain death, adolescents specimen, minor threat, the used, the runnaways, and alien sex fiend.

Theres more but thats the main ones!!

Fandoms

Mlp

Sally face

IT

Stranger things

Fnaf

Umbrella academy

Doctor who

Gravity falls

Random stuff I like :3

My friends, cats, porcelain dolls, rats, cds, tea, books, comics, clowns, bones, old horror, horror movies, jupiter, garfield, rain, hair dye, posters, stuffed animals, forests, youtube, painting, mcr interviews, fashion, video games, vintage stuff, dinosaurs, gothic art/literature, architecture!!!

Fun facts about me!!

I have two cats and one is older than me

Im very close with my cousins

My family and my cousins + my aunt and uncle go over my grandmas for dinner every Friday and we’ve been doing this since before I was born

Im an introvert but im a very loud and talkative person (i never shut up)

I make my own patches and band tees

I want to be in a band and make comics/regular books for a living

I have red bangs and black hair right now

I wear glasses with giant circle frames so i look like one of those cartoon nerds

My full name is rain dash and so ppl always compare me to rainbow dash from mlp

When i was four years old my favorite songs were for whom the bell tolls by metalica and come together by the beatles

I have one little brother

My grandparents have around 15 cats

My aunt and uncle have 6 cats

THATS EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF RN!!

[the-feminist-filipino-fangirl]

Climb In: A Rottmnt Fanfic

Author’s note: So… I may have seen a really cute comic about baby Donnie letting Mikey sleep with him after a nightmare, and that combined with my emotional crisis of taking my writing too seriously and 13 straight hours on a plane led to the creation of this adorable little fic. Anyways, enjoy some turtle piles. Spoilers, of course

10 years ago

It was nighttime and Leo laid alone in his bed, squirming like a kid that had too much energy. Probably because he was one. Right before bedtime, he and his brothers had watched the coolest Jupiter Jim movie ever! There was so much action, and fighting scenes! It was awesome!!! The only problem was that it made the turtle tot way too hyper, making falling asleep much harder than usual.

Soon, the silence and his inability to sleep became too much for Leo. Wrapping his blanket tighter around him, the six-year-old hopped out of bed and scurried off in search of comfort, undeterred by his pitch black surroundings.

The little slider stopped outside his older brother’s room. He needed someone to comfort him and this was the first place that came to mind. Leo tiptoed inside. “ Raphie?” he whisper shouted. “Raph.”

The young snapping turtle groaned softly, emerging from his pile of stuffies. “What is it Leo?” Raph muttered, not unkindly.

“I can’t sleep.”

The night was quiet for a second. Raph smiled softly, schooching over and fixing his teddy bears to make room for his brother. “Climb in,” Raph said, patting the spot on the bed.

Beaming, Leo waddled over as fast as he could, dragging his blanket behind him. He hopped into the bed, snuggling close to his older brother. Raph’s arms wrapped around him protectively, hugging Leo like he was one of his teddy bears.

Leo loved the feeling of being hugged by Raph. Even though they were both cold-blooded, Raph was nice and warm, probably thanks to the heat of his stuffed animals. The slider closed his eyes, burying his head into Raph’s chest.

“Goodnight Raphie,” Leo murmured, his brother’s embrace already lulling him to sleep.

“Goodnight Leo.”

When Splinter came to wake them up the next morning, the two of them were still cuddled together, melting the rat man’s heart. He snapped a photo or two to use as blackmail when they were older before leaving the room, letting the brothers rest.

Present Day

1 week after the Kraang Invasion

The world was a wasteland, his surroundings cold, dark and empty. He is hurt. His whole body felt like one giant bruise. Why does it hurt so much? He wants it to stop.

Something was in his hand. Something light and worn. He gripped it with all his might. Warm liquid, tears, streamed down his face. Out of the darkness came a blinding red light, accompanied by a voice.

“WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE”

A powerful explosion shook the empty space he was in. He was thrown back and-

Leo gasped, sitting up straight. His heart was booming in his ears. The images if the Kraang and the prison dimension faded as he looked around his room, taking note of the things there. He looked at his Jupiter Jim posters, then his comic book collection. Then he looked down at his lap, gripping the blue bedsheets in his hands.

He sighed. “It was a dream,” he whispered to himself, clearly shaken. “It was just a dream.”

Leo let out a shaky exhale. He brought his knees to his chest, burying his face in them. It didn’t feel like one though. To him, it was as if he was back in the Prison Dimension, exhausted and terrified, knowing full well he was about to die.

Leo tried several breathing exercises in an effort to calm himself down. None of them worked. Comfort, he needed comfort and fast.

That’s when he heard a startled yell from inside the lair. Leo half jumped out of his bed, ready to fight when he realized where the sound was coming from. It was from Raph’s room. He probably just woke up from a nightmare too.

Leo paused, an old memory resurfacing. He smiled. Hopping out of bed, he picked up his blanket and walked out of the room.

In his own bedroom, Raph was sitting at the edge of his bed, breathing heavily. He shut his eyes, trying to block out the images and memories that kept plaguing him: the sound of his shell breaking, the feeling of Kraang tentacles worming themselves into his eye sockets, his inner voice screaming as his possessed body dangled Leo by the neck, and of course, the explosion of light in the sky as his idiot brother closed the portal, trapping himself in the prison dimension to save them.

Leo approached his brother’s door quietly, softly knocking to announce his arrival. Raph looked up. Even in the dark, Leo could see the exhaustion in his brother’s eyes.

“Hey,” Leo said gently, leaning against the door. “Nightmare?”

Raph nodded, slumping forward a bit.

Leo bowed his head. “Yeah…” he said, letting loose an awkward chuckle. “Me too.”

The words hung in the air for a second, the atmosphere silent. Leo cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. “Hey, um, can I…” he trailed off, clutching his blanket tighter. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Like we used to? I don’t wanna be alone.”

At his brother’s words, Raph’s face lit up ever so slightly. He smiled softly. “Yeah, me neither,” he agreed. The snapping turtle inched back to make more room. He smiled. “Climb in.”

Leo practically flew to the bed, a streak or two of blue Ninpo following behind him. Right when he landed, Raph scooped him up in a bear hug, extracting a laugh from the slider. They landed on the mattress with a huge thud. Now they were both laughing.

Still trapped in the bear hug, Leo curled up against Raph’s plastron. It was just as warm as he remembered. He was tempted to touch the crack left behind by the Kraang before thinking better of it and keeping his hands folded to his own plastron.

But, Raph read his mind. “I’m guessing you dreamt about the same thing I did,” he muttered, his baritone voice gravely.

Leo kept quiet. He just nodded into Raph’s chest.

The red turtle let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah, I thought so.”

No words were needed in that moment. Leo just buried his head deeper into Raph’s plastron. Raph, in turn, tightened his arms around his little brother. No nightmares could get them now.

They stayed like that for a few minutes until light footsteps came padding down the hall. “Turtle pile!” Mikey’s voice exclaimed softly, his eyes lighting up. “Can I join?”

Leo turned to look at the orange turtle. “Get in here, hermano!” he called, grinning, his good humor having returned.

Grinning, Mikey launched himself onto his brothers, earning an oof from Raph. He retracted his legs into his shell as he squirmed his way into Raph’s bear hug, right next to Leo.

“Better not kick me in your sleep,” Leo teased, rubbing Mikey’s bald head.

“Hey!” Mikey retorted, trying not to laugh. “Fine, I’ll keep my legs inside my shell the whole time.”

That’s when Donnie decided to come in, noticeably missing his signature eyebrows. “Reserve a spot for me!” his twin singsonged as he waltzed over to the bed, claiming Raph’s back and using his shell as a mattress. Donnie’s soft shell nestled surprisingly well against Raph’s spiky one.

Leo smiled to himself. Sweet Pizza Supreme, he loved his family.

Raph let out a massive yawn, exposing his snaggletooth as well as his other teeth. “Goodnight, guys,” he sighed, pulling them all closer.

“Sleep tight!” Mikey chirped.

“If anyone snores, they get punched,” Donnie called from his spot on Raph’s shell.

Leo rollled his eyes, unable to keep the smile off his face. “Fair enough,” he said, closing his eyes.

The turtles all fell asleep in seconds, comforted by each other’s presence. It’s safe to say that none of the brothers had anymore nightmares that night.

The Next Day:

“ARE YOU TAKING PHOTOS OF US!?!?”

“POPS!!!”

“HEY, ONLY I CAN COLLECT BLACKMAIL ON MY BROTHERS!!!”

“GET THE PHONE!!!!!”

The End

[adrianaxzawacki]

jake's sexuality has always been something he hadn't ever thought about. i mean, it was obvious he liked girls. for as long as he could remember, it had always been just girls. so he never really had a reason to even consider the possibility he may like boys too.

even if he did like boys, it wasn't something that he could ever see himself being publicly open with. he wasn't opposed to same-sex relationships. how could he be? after all, his best friend was gay. and he still likes drew all the same. it changes nothing. at least not for him.

for others, outside of the jomies, it's hard for them to accept that people can feel romantic or sexual attraction to their own gender. any outed homosexuals are usually singled out and ridiculed just because of their preferences. and despite being picked on his whole life, jake doesn't think he can handle any of that.

so no, he hasn't really taken the time to figure out his own sexuality. he's never had a reason to.

but lately, he just can't help but notice how attractive the men are in the movies his mom watches, or the posters his sister has hung up on the wall. or how jake finds broad shoulders more alluring as compared to a small and delicate frame like most girls have.

but what makes him question himself most is how he's entranced by every little thing drew does. he's coated with goosebumps every time drew accidentally brushes against him. how his stomach flips whenever drew says jake's name while holding his gaze. how he finds his train of thought constantly going to anything related to drew.

does he like drew like that? he doesn't think so. he isn't even gay. he's dated girls before. not boys. plus, drew’s his best friend. he couldn’t like him like that. if he did, he would just feel guilty about it. like he’s taking advantage of drew just because he knows that he likes boys and jake’s feeling a little confused. he wouldn’t want to play with drews feelings like that just because he’s lost.

jake thinks that he's just attracted to the idea of something different. when he was with hailey, he never felt the thrill he did when he hung out with drew. maybe jake really did like him, who knows? everything's so new to him.

jake and drew had been hanging out a lot more than they had been. after hailey broke up with jake, he realized just how much he had neglected their friendship by ditching the jomies for the music club. jake apologized profusely, and drew forgave him. now they're inseparable.

one afternoon while hanging out in drew’s room, jake decides to pursue the answers to the dwelling questions that have been nagging at him ever since he first started to notice people who weren’t girls. 

"drew?" jake asks, solemnly.

"yeah?" drew turns his head to look at jake, who is sitting next to him on the bed. drew has been reading an old copy of one of their favorite comic books: something from the spider-man series.

"how... how did you know that you were..." jake trailed off, the word 'gay' feeling taboo and insincere. "...how'd you know

you liked boys?" he finishes.

"oh. uh well, it was just something that i've always kind of known, you know? like i just dated zoey so i could feel like someone would love me in some kind of way." drew answers plainly.

"oh." 

although drew had technically answered jake’s question, he was hoping for something a little more. something that would give him any sign of the clarification he needed to describe how he felt. 

"why?"

"i..," jake starts, unsure of himself. "i really don't know. i guess i was just wondering."

they fall back into a comfortable silence. drew is lost deep in thought for a moment before he asks, "but like how did you know know?" he asks, pushing the subject further. 

drew looks confused. "what do you mean?"

"like you've only ever been with one girl before, so how would you know that you're not into it?" he asks.

"i've never had a crush on a girl before, jake. never.”

"yeah." jake knows he must sound like a babbling idiot at this point, but he just can't help but ask, "have you ever been with a guy?"

"i mean, no. i haven't, not a real relationship...," drew responds looking at jake with a very puzzled look painted across his face.

"so you just know? that's it? what if you don't know?" jake asks, running his

questions together.

"where is this even coming from, jake? i thought you said you were cool with it? that it didn't change anything?"

"it doesn't!" jake says, matter of factly. "it seriously doesn't matter, drew. this is.. this is different, alright?” jake hesitates before just ripping off the band-aid, “i think i like boys too. i.. i don't know. it's just that i know how to feel about girls, i know when i have a crush on them, but i can't tell if i feel the same way towards guys."

drew looks taken back. "oh. really?"

"yeah and i just... you know what? sorry for asking, it’s stupid. forget I said anything," jake answers, waving his hand trying to drop the subject, regretting he even brought it up.

"no, no. . you can talk to me about it. please talk to me about it," drew says earnestly, wishing jake would let him in. he had trusted jake when he was discovering himself, so jake shouldn’t feel like he has to be alone with his confusing feelings. 

"i...," jake wasn't sure how to even begin to describe what he means about how he feels.

"seriously, jake. i'm not going to laugh, or judge you. you can trust me. i won't say anything to anyone if you don't want me to. hell, if you tell me and never want to talk about it again, we won't. just talk to me, i'm here for you," drew says sincerely.

"okay," jake smiles at drew, knowing he means every word. "i don't even really know how to put it. i mean, i know when i like girls, but when it comes to guys... i just don't know how to feel. i think i've had crushes on boys in the past, but i don't think I ever put it together that i liked them like that. and I know that it's okay to like guys,” he continues, “but it's just I'm scared. i... i don't mean that in a bad way, i swear, it's just.. different."

"i get what you mean," drew speaks when jake goes quiet. "it is scary. being different, i mean. but it's okay to be different sometimes."

"i know that. i just don't know if it would feel right."

"if what would feel right?"

"being with a boy," jake says, his gaze drifting down to his hands in his lap, feeling a bit embarrassed of what he's admitting.

"do you want to find out?" drew asks. jake lifts his head to look drew in his eyes.

"what do you mean?"

"do you want to know if it feels right being with a guy?" drew asks again, warily.

"i..," jake's sentence trails, unsure.

"it's okay if you don't want to. i just thought you might have wanted to explore with someone you're comfortable around, like me. your friend."

"friend," jake repeats, thinking of the countless times he's told himself that's all he and drew were whenever rogue thoughts roamed to the boy sitting next to

him. that's all they were after all. right?

"yeah. i... you know what? forget i said it, it was a stupid thing to say anyways. sorry–," drew starts when jake cuts him off by saying,

"no, it's okay. yeah, yeah, i want to know."

"you're sure?" drew asks, fearing he's pressured jake into something he doesn’t really want to do.

"positive. i trust you."

"okay. i know you've kissed a girl before," drew states and jake nods, "and i'm guessing you've never kissed a boy?" jake shakes his head no. "then I guess we start with that..."

drew waits for jake to come closer, and when neither of them show any signs of movement, drew scoots over, rearranging the pillows, so he's only inches from jake.

jake's heart is beating fast in his throat as he stares at drew's slightly parted lips. he's frozen in place with nervousness and excitement both as he waits for the other boy to close the space between them.

when jake notices the slight hesitation as drew leans in closer, he recollects himself and meets him halfway. their lips meet, touching lightly, as if they were treating one another as very fragile.

jake melts into the kiss. drew starts to take charge, leading it with a silent passion. jake, lost in the kiss, parts his mouth slightly to take in a breath, which is immediately taken advantage of by his partner who shoves his tongue into jake's mouth, deepening the kiss. jake lets out a groan in surprise, and drew smiles against his lips.

they pull apart to catch their breath. they stare at each other silently for a moment.

"was that okay?" drew questions.

"yeah. more than okay," jake answers, his slightly swollen lips tugging up into a grin.

"so it felt right? kissing a boy?"

"i think so," jake replies, vaguely thinking of how it was more than okay, especially since the boy he was kissing was drew.

"if I tried to kiss you again, would you let me?"

"definitely."

at that, the space between them closes yet again, lips reconnecting. jake loves the way drew's lips feel: soft and smooth. his tongue glides easily over them.

the kiss becomes faster and messier as it continues. teeth start to bite gently at bottom lips urging the kiss further. hands roam across one another's bodies, entwined in the other's hair, running down their side to rest on their hips. 

jake lets his hand venture under drew’s shirt, feeling his bare skin against his hands. He explores every part of drew’s back under the material before moving his hands to the other boy’s chest. jake is absolutely entranced by how soft drew’s skin is against his touch. 

just like jake, drew is equally as handsy. he cups jake’s face intimately for a while, before they sink down to his neck, resting with fingers laced together. They continue to drop, running down the sides of the blonde’s body. drew runs his fingers along the insides of jake’s thighs for a moment before they move once again to grab at the boy’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer until jake is seated on his lap. drew’s hands toy with the hem of jake’s shirt, lifting it up a bit, a silent want for the material to be discarded. 

“you can take it off,” jake says, not needing drew to voice the question. at this, jake leans back just enough so that his shirt could easily be stripped off of him. 

without the shirt to cover his torso, jake becomes aware of just how real this is getting. he’s growing flustered when he moves to pull at drew’s shirt, in desperation of contact with the other boy’s bare skin. 

once drew’s shirt is removed and tossed aimlessly aside, jake gapes at the alabaster skin in front of him. his hands immediately start to touch at every part of drew, wanting more. 

drew reaches out to touch just under jake’s chin, gently raising his head so jake’s gaze reaches his own. He licks his lips before resuming the kiss. 

this time, the kiss is fueled by mutual desperation. a shared desire to taste every part of their partner’s mouth, reeling them in with every glide of the tongue against the other’s lips. drew bites jake’s lip gently. it didn’t hurt. instead, it only made him want more. 

the two are chest to chest, breaths almost perfectly in sync, marking this moment as something they both want. sighs are breathed into the kiss, enhancing it. once more, needy hands start to wander.

drew tugs at jake's hair, which earns a sharp moan from the blonde. jake feels his dick pulse as a result from the sudden tug. everything else leading him up to this moment was already building him up, but this really set him off the most. 

drew pulls away from jake, looking down at jake's growing erection.

"i could help with that, too," drew says softly, treading carefully, not wanting to push jake. "only if you want though."

“i do. want you to, i mean,” jake replies, after a moment. 

“you’re sure? we don’t have to…,” drew trails. 

“i’m sure,” jake whispers in response. 

“okay.” 

drew moves to unbutton jake’s jeans, taking it slow. jake readjusts himself by moving off of drew’s lap so he can remove his pants. drew simultaneously removes his own before jake climbs back onto his lap. 

jake’s boner was even more visible now that the only thing constricting it was the thin piece of cloth making up his boxers. drew hesitates before gingerly placing his hand on jake’s erection. jake groans and bucks up into the touch. 

“more,” jake whines. drew smirks at just how desperate the boy on top of him was. barely a single touch, and he’s begging for more.

“you need to take off your boxers for that, jake,” drew says, casually, a newfound confidence stirring inside him. 

“oh. right,” jake utters, turning a light pink shade. once again, he moves off drew. fingers reach at the elastic waistband and slowly pull them off. his dick springs up, content with the removal of its constriction. jake takes his place once more on top of drew. he shyly waits for drew to say or do something feeling exposed with him now having not a trace of clothing on. 

drew stares down at jake’s length in awe. his dick was quite frankly very large for someone of his age. drew knew his own to be thicker than jake’s, but the length of it was in no comparison to the other boy’s. he figures this is only natural for someone

as long and gangly as jake. 

“drew,” jake urges, snapping drew out of his trance. he reaches forward to take jake’s dick into his hand. starting at the base, he slowly starts to pump his hand. 

the sound jake lets out is a reward to drew’s ears itself. he makes it his goal to bring more noises out of the other boy. jake whimpers and whines as the pace quickens. 

drew feels his own dick in his underwear in desperate need of friction. he’d been so caught up in making jake feel good that he had neglected his own aching erection. 

he reluctantly releases his grip from Mike. the blonde whines at the loss of contact before he realizes the motive of it. he watches intently as drew slips out of his underwear. 

he sees that drew is just as painfully hard as jake. he almost feels sorry for him because it had to hurt, going that long without any sensual relief. alongside this, he comes to a realization that he made drew have this reaction. his dick pulses, missing drew’s palms clasping his base and fingers wrapped around it. 

luckily, drew quickly resumes their previous actions, this time palming his own cock as well. breaths become more labored as the pumping quickens. groans and inaudible slutty moans that vaguely sounded like drew’s name were released from jake’s mouth. 

drew quickens his hand movements is a desperate attempt to draw out more sounds from jake. 

“Ah.. fuck, drew. I’m.. I’m close,” jake says, in between moans. 

“cum for me, jake. you’ve done so good for me,” drew urges. almost instantly, at the sound of praise, jake releases, cum spilling out all over drew’s hand and his own stomach. drew continues to gently stroke jake, letting him ride out his high, until he feels the other boy grow soft. 

“holy fuck,” jake sighs, feeling blissful. drew finds his previously discarded shirt and wipes up the mess jake had made. 

“how was it?” drew asks, already having an idea of the answer, but he felt obligated

to let jake voice his own opinion. 

“good. really good,” jake replies with a smile. he turns to look at drew, becoming aware that he still was incredibly hard. He felt selfish. drew hasn't been able to tend to the erection.  

“drew..,” jake trails, staring down at the other boy's length. “can i… can i help you with that now?”

“it’s fine, jake. you don’t have to,” drew says apologetically. 

“i want to,” he insists. 

“okay..,” drew looks unsure. he waits for jake to take his dick into his hand like he did for him a few moments ago, but instead is guided to the edge of the bed and instructed to sit. 

drew watches in fascination as jake lowers himself off of the bed and sinks onto his knees in between drew’s legs. 

“jake…,” drew growls lustfully, in anticipation for what is yet to come. 

jake grabs hold of drew’s base as he licks a strip up the underside of drew’s dick. drew hisses in admirable pleasure. 

jake makes his way up to the head before licking circles around it. teasing drew, he barely pushes his head down onto drew’s cock before coming off of it again. he strokes drew just a touch before he grows impatient. 

“get on with it, sterling,” he half growls in desperation. 

jake smirks before taking drew back into his mouth. once he sinks down and reaches the hilt, he hollows out his cheeks, sucking harshly. drew moans in pure ecstasy and laces his fingers through jake’s hair, tugging lightly. same as before, this draws a groan from jake. however, this time, it’s even more enjoyable because it’s let out against drew’s dick, intensifying the pleasure.

jake slowly drags up the length of his dick, tongue pressed flat to the underside of it. jake bobs his head up and down, moans growing louder each time the pace accelerates. 

after a moment, jake’s jaw grows sore, and threatens to go lax. accidentally, his teeth run against drew’s cock. drew bucks his hips up into jake’s mouth, surprised by the sudden new stimulation.

“fuck,” drew breaths out. 

jake pulls off before apologizing, “sorry.”

“no, it’s okay. god, it’s more than okay, jake.”

drew pushes jake’s head down, encouraging him to take him back in his mouth, which jake does. 

with the newfound knowledge of drew liking gentle strokes with teeth, he uses this to his advantage. every now and then, after four or five bobs of the head, he adds teeth, and every time, he’s greeted with a sharp moan from drew. 

he continues this motion for a little while before drew tightens his grip in jake’s hair. 

“i’m close, jake,” he gasps. jake smiles, the pace of his bobbing head quickening impossibly. he lightly drags his teeth with intent on making drew feel good. drew starts to thrust upward in sync with jake’s mouth. he lets out a deep groan before he is overcome with immeasurable pleasure. white cum paints the inside of jake’s

throat. 

drew sighs, loosening his grip on jake’s hair so he can pull off. once free, jake spits out the excess cum that was still in his mouth. 

“fucking hell, jake,” drew says, exasperated. he leans back, so he’s now laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling. jake joins him, and drew wraps one of his arms around his torso. 

“wow…,” was all jake could say in return, and not just because his jaw was sore from sucking drew off, but because he was genuinely at a loss for words. 

“did any of this help you clear anything up?” drew asks. 

“yeah, of course. i think i definitely like boys,” jake responds. 

“i’m glad you told me.”

“me too.”

[rappaccini]

arachnophobia notes; chapter 2

chapter title:

from 'ivory tower' by nova twins.

preface quote:

from james m. barrie's peter pan. hobie's nickname for her being both a ref to her nickname from peter in the main comics (... a pet name used by her boyfriend. which 👀), and a ref to wendy of peter pan-- also a girl who flees her home to avoid dealing with a difficult situation, who is the only girl among a group of flying mischievous boys, who is connected romantically to a peter who she does not end up with because she's capable of growing up and going home to face her responsibilities and he isn't.

the peter could be peter parker, miles, maybe even miguel. all three, in my book.

it's clear that the movies see miles as her peter pan. makes you wonder if the writers remembered how peter pan ends. or if they think that changing the ending so wendy and peter end up together will improve the story instead of fucking up its purpose.

the quote in question refers to wendy after her return home. it's okay that she outgrew peter, just as it's okay for gwen to have outgrown miles in their time apart.

processing

timeline notes: we've synced up with where gwen is chronologically in atsv. seventeen months after itsv, five-ish months into her stay with the society.

stages of grief: this one's about denial, in both definitions of the word. gwen is in denial about how angry and upset she is, and that she doesn't want to solve her death problem by being miles's girlfriend... then she denies miles when he tries to start that relationship.

it seems like noir and ham don't get invited into the society in atsv, since they don't appear until gwen's assembling her band at the end.

had to make some mention of gwen and peni seemingly having no strong relationship, which i guess follows since peni's a bit young to hang out with her. peni only turns up for miles in both her appearances in atsv.

tiny divergence here: in atsv, gwen isn't actually keeping hobie's shoes, even though external material for the film calls them a gift from him. based on their dialogue in mumbattan it seems like she threw them on in a hurry when she was leaving his place that morning (which has very 👀 implications regarding why exactly she was sleeping over, in need of a quick redress, and why their clothes were mixed up together). in this fic, presumably that still happened, but she just kept them afterwards. the chucks are great and i'm so happy 65b gwen finally gets to have them.

gwen's age is a bit hard to pin down. we know she's fifteen months older than miles in the movies (and 3-5 years older than him in the comics, but the writers are being slippery with both their ages to try and hide that), but since we're not sure how old miles is, we can't pin gwen's age down any further. my best guess was if miles is a little into fourteen in itsv, gwen's about 15 and a half. plus seventeen months is sixteen-and-ten-ish-months (further supported by rio thinking gwen looks old enough to vote, so if she's 16, she's going on 17). and gwen would be counting those months, because birthdays would mean a lot to someone who knows they'll likely die at nineteen.

time did canonically keep moving in gwen's world. so on 65b she was a missing person for months.

ballet academy: idk if 65b gwen's at a formal ballet school or just does it as a hobby, but it felt relevant to include.

in the comics, when gwen goes missing, the mary janes do actually put up missing persons posters for her. however in the comics gwen and the janes are friends. in the movie that doesn't seem to be the case; maybe they wouldn't.

in the comics, gwen's identity is guessed by the janes well before she reveals it. because it is quite obvious. probably even more so in the movies, because on top of the captain stacy connection, she's literally running around wearing a distinctive set of ballet shoes they'd probably see in gwen's bag all the time, and both disappear at the same time.

as in the film, by this point gwen is regularly crashing at hobie's. since hobie lives in a fascist dystopia, is involved in the resistance movement there, and has a history of squatting, he probably doesn't have a reliable address and it isn't always a good idea for him to invite someone to sleep over at his.

also, i needed a reason for gwen to have late nights with miguel. that felt like a good excuse.

gwen's creep-o-meter deja-vu goes off because she has been here before, actually. 65a and 65b gwen both get pressed into joining shadowy organizations led by a conflicted-but-antagonistic older man (with the first initial m) who has a, uh, vibe with her. it's an interesting constant in their narrative.

in case it isn't clear, miguel hit gwen with his mug. if he was throwing shit at her in atsv in full view of hobie and miles and she was unfazed, then 1) he does that a lot and she's used to it. and 2) he probably does worse when they're alone together. (with that in mind, hobie not wanting to leave gwen alone at the society, and specifically hanging around in the background as she speaks to miguel, probably has something to do with that. he knows she's in a situation where physical abuse is likely and wants to get in the way to deter it before it happens, or at least be there to comfort her afterwards.)

for the purposes of this fic, miles had to be able to join the spider-society. trying to skirt canon here by playing up gwen's own anomalous status-- if she's one, yet miguel let her in, he should be willing to do the same for miles.

anyway the moment gwen gets to reunite with miles in the film is roughly what happens in the fic, except she is allowed to see miles, and is here to recruit him.

(maybe the spot exists at this point, maybe he doesn't. idk. he can't be here for this fic due to the timeline so i guess he just fell through a hole in the universe and hasn't found his way back yet.)

miles arrives

gwen knew miles for literally three days. that isn't brought up enough. she knew him for three days, and hung out with him for one of them. then she spent seventeen months apart from him, and five of those months were spent hanging out with other spiders, two of whom she becomes closer with than she ever was with miles in the first place. she and miles don't actually know each other well. if anything, they're more interested in the idea of each other than the actual person.

(so gwen having a crush on him so strong that she risks her life to see him again even after spending far more time with other guys who are her type and clearly interested in her... makes no sense. gwen would not do that. nor would any teenage girl.)

and to gwen, the idea of miles does matter a lot to her: he's the first other spider-person she met, his world's the first other one she explored, and hanging out with him (and peter b) made her want friends again. he opened that door for her.

and she does sincerely respect and admire his abilities as a hero and find his personality appealing. also important to acknowledge.

... she just ultimately does not know him that well, and has more history and bonding experience with pav and hobie. so in this fic, we're actually gonna acknowledge that and explore the implications.

which means when gwen reunites with miles, she's over her crush on him. and her opinions about him throughout this story are going to often be completely wrong: she has no idea what he's actually doing or thinking.

miles morales is spider-man. that's marvel editorial's stance on him, that was his creator's stance on him. he is, unquestionably, a spider-man who is/will be peter parker's equal. he is the next bearer of that mantle and is the friendly neighborhood teen spider-man of anyone under 25. as much as atsv implies that miles is unwanted, that simply isn't entirely true, and has to be taken more as meta about the fandom perception of him, because right from the start, miles had editorial's support and at this point his momentum is undeniable.

... and, gwen has rose-colored glasses about miles fitting in at the society. he DOES have an easier time navigating it than her, being that he's male and not the communal dead girlfriend, but he is not having a good time and his acceptance is full of caveats she is unaware of.

miles and margo's 10-second interaction in atsv was fantastic. in this fic, since he gets to actually join the society, he gets to befriend her. in my mind they get together in the end, but i don't think that'll be mentioned in the fic since gwen and margo barely interact.

gwen being incapable of telling miles important information that could hurt him (that he's an anomaly, that his dad will die, that something's Going On with her and hobie; she even skirts around going into detail about her death) is an aspect of her atsv characterization i like a lot. keeping it here.

and for the purposes of this fic needing miles to remain in the society, he can't flip out and go on his canon-destroying mission yet. ergo, he can't be told his dad will die right away, and he can't be given a specific time for it either. so here, he just finds out after a few weeks, and it's still unclear when it'll occur. ergo, bullshit dead dad math is the excuse to buy us a few extra months of time for the plot to play out before miles flips his shit. that's still coming.

the crush: it makes perfect sense that miles would fixate on gwen for seventeen months. (... just not that she'd be as attached by the time they reunite. she friendzoned him at the end of itsv. maybe she reevaluated her feelings and thought 'well, if it's him or being alone, i pick him,' but after a year that crush would fade. after seventeen months, she would not be hung up on him.)

and if miles is so fixated on gwen, why wouldn't he look her up in his world sometime after itsv? that's the first thing any modern teenage boy would do with a girl he likes: google her.

miles is a smart kid. even if he isn't told the truth early on, like in atsv, he would have figured it out.

another important thing about miles and gwen's connection: he saw her for her. most other spider-men see someone else first.

miles honey, not-like-other-girlsing gwen isn't gonna help

miles is spider-man. spider-man is optimistic, scrappy, and determined to beat the odds. of course he thinks he'll be the exception.

miles is miles. he wants to save his dad. he'd want to save gwen too. this conversation takes place under uncle aaron's memorial wall to give miles an emotional trigger for that promise.

miles is a teenage boy who's never been in a relationship or had his heart broken before. he's gonna go about this in a very earnest, but very flawed way.

and really, how on earth does atsv gwen, who knows that being spider-man's love interest gets her killed, not get worried or nervous when she realizes miles, a spider-man, sees her as his love interest?

(...because she's being written by straight guys who want Being The Male Character's Girlfriend to be such an overwhelming pressing need for gwen that she'd overlook her own life for it. no thanks.)

perfect gwen

earth-803 is the steampunk-inspired world of lady spider.

it's atsv canon that gwen and hobie hang out when not on missions. incorporating that here.

jess is the person handling gwen day-to-day, so miguel being the one calling on her means shit's real.

the vibe with gwen and miguel's relationship i'm going for here is that he's essentially her abusive foster dad. not too far off what's going on in canon-- notice how gwen's dad was redesigned to look a lot like miguel?

i can't imagine that miguel likes hobie, or that gwen is hanging around him. he doesn't respect hobie enough to think he's a threat, but he does regard him as a nuisance with some uses.

and he doesn't fully perceive what's happening between gwen and hobie. he doesn't see anything he doesn't want to. and he does not want gwen fucking around with spider-punk, because that's not the spider-man the society wants her to pair up with.

miguel's reasonings for his fixation on saving gwen will be explored in chapter 4.

earth-8 gwen, in the comics, is 38 years old. if we're assuming she became spider-woman at the same age as 65b gwen, at around 13, then she's been swinging for 25 years.

"the sensation surging through gwen" is a feeling of belonging.

recontextualizing canon is a thing made up for this fic. but it's gotta be in play somehow in atsv; how else do you explain how 'there's only one spider-man' is a rule, yet the insomniac spider duo of miles and peter are literally walking around in the background? how else do you explain gwen's foundational death being her crush instead of a relative? clearly canon can be stretched as needed.

miguel's presumably a single dad, given how his wife is mentioned nowhere in the film. he and gwen share that dynamic in common.

celebubration is the gwen 65a equivalent of instagram.

the challenge for miguel that he's been wrestling with is figuring out if spider-gwen is a spider, or a gwen.

'gwen stacy will always fall in love with spider-man, but can live as long as it's miles' is the conclusion i'm afraid the movies will come to. (which misses the point, probably intentionally, to make sure they get together.)

miguel does want gwen to survive. he's just going about it in a really shitty way.

gwen-8 comes from the comics. specifically, the miles-gwen shipping miniseries of sitting in a tree. my feelings on it are... negative. essentially, miles and gwen go looking for his missing dad in her dimension, and despite barely knowing each other, having an inappropriate age gap (he's in hs, she's in college) they're weirdly touchy-feely. oh, and the watcher/basically god swoops in out of nowhere to inform them that there's a utopian world where everything works out perfect for them, and they just so happen to be a power couple with a nuclear family, and come meet your sweet super-special kids, don't you wanna get together and have them? and that's the context in which those kissing panels exist. it's the worst story spider-gwen's ever been in. it is beyond creepy that a 16yo boy and a 20yo girl who barely know each other and are in a high-stakes stressful situation are being told they can only have a happy ending in a world that loves them if they make out and procreate.

so this entire section is sitting in a tree hate. that issue singlehandedly ruined comic gwiles forever. it doesn't matter if they get together as adults after the age gap problem becomes irrelevant, bc the basis of their relationship will always be 'we feel obligated to be together' and not 'we are acting on feelings we developed without any coercion or entrapment'

and full stop: it's worse for gwen. she's being told, in siat, and in this fic, that she still has to be spider-man's girlfriend (and wife, and babymaker) if she wants to live, and to be accepted by people. it very much feels like an arranged marriage miles's creator sprung on gwen for his character's benefit.

funnily enough, in siat, gwen-8 never actually appears. nor does her miles. their kids do. in the fic, i wanted gwen-8 to actually get to weigh in on the frankly gross situation she's being asked to take part in. (that's coming later.) thus, we meet her.

earth-8 gwen is everything people in-fic and irl want gwen to be. she's gorgeous, she's one half of a power couple with miles, the mother of a son and daughter who are both superheroes, she's the leader of a superteam and a beloved celebrity by her world. all that is from the comics. rant time! it was deeply shitty of the writers to dangle that version of her in front of 65b gwen and say 'this is what we wish you were. don't you want to be that? better get with miles'

earth-8 gwen being an interdimensional genius is a creation for the fic. there had to be a way for her and her miles to have met and settled on earth-8. thus, they did it themselves long before miguel. (which also blasts a hole in his own importance, necessary for later)

"we're the ultimate crossover" is what max and charlotte call themselves. bleeeeeeh. (also, 'ultimate' as in 'ultimate spider-man'-- aka who miles is in the comics)

in the comics, gwen curses a lot. she starts cussing in the fic when she starts following in her 65a self's footsteps. before that point, there are no expletives. after, gwen's got a sailor's mouth.

once more with feeling, it is unbelievably creepy that gwen had her potential future kids thrown at her and was forced to hang out with them. it felt very much like she was being pressured into wanting to have them. which she didn't.

something's wrong: fuck yeah it is.

a "brighter tomorrow" is how earth-8 is referred to. we get it bendis you really think you did something special there.

miles chatting with perfect miles will come back later.

in the comics, earth-8 gwiles aren't around because they're on that second honeymoon. here, they skip it to come meet their alt selves.

just as miles's story can be read as an allegory for how black and brown boys are treated by society and in fiction, the same's true for gwen and (specifically white) girls. comics gwen being lured in with promises of safety and protection from a big terrible outside world, and then told the only way she'll ever be accepted is if she marries the right sort of guy and reproduces with him very much plays into that narrative. that allegory is at play a lot in this fic.

earth-8 gwen can still see gwen clearer than anyone else here. that's coming back.

the unbreakup

jess is a bad mentor, but she's not as bad as miguel. she at least lets them have privacy.

the conversation happens on the clock tower miles takes gwen to in atsv. within the bounds of this fic, they went here when she asked him to join the society.

"they streamed their wedding to 300 billion people" literally happened in earth-8. ridiculous. and shady as hell: why would anyone do that, unless the wedding's more about attention than love?

when drafting this fic i debated if i was going to go with gwen being trans. i like the coding, but it's also not the same as clear representation, and i knew i wanted to explore the earth-8 situation; which, for a girl who can get pregnant, is a much more visceral and immediate kind of horror, because it feels possible. trans gwen can't get pregnant, so the horror had to be different. the angle i went with instead is 'she instantly knows that this isn't her' and we spin the anxiety from there.

('even if i could i wouldn't' needed to be here. spider-gwen is an ambiguously-queer punk drummer with no interest in domesticity. having kids is deeply out of step with her personality and her wants for her life.)

the more important test for a spider-person seeing gwen stacy isn't actually 'do they see her for her.' it's 'can they change their behavior so they can appreciate her as her own person even if they DO know.' miles didn't pass the test-- he never took it in the first place.

gwen being drawn to visions, now that we know that the gwen stacy death curse is in effect, is kinda horrifying. she literally cannot get away from the spider-man who's going to swallow up her life, even when they aren't on the same plane of existence. a 'soulmate' can be a terrifying thing.

"the universe is bringing them together. It’s cupping the backs of their heads and mashing their mouths together like dolls" .... did i mention i hate sitting in a tree?

in the comics, even the best case scenario for gwen means her homeworld rejects her and she gives up on ever returning to it.

for this portion of the conversation, miles is distracted by how excited he is about that future. he's a teenage boy with a crush who just had that crush validated by everyone, and he's a boy in love with a girl he's afraid might die, who knows it's possible to save her.

he is also a boy who has spent as of this fic, one whole month hanging out with this girl (and again, three days in canon). he doesn't know her well enough to be able to tell she's unhappy.

he is capable of picking up on it. just not quite fast enough.

important to note that even though miles is a sweet kid who wants gwen to be safe, his crush is entitled. he does want things from her that she doesn't want to give him.

refs to 65a: gwen's dad sleeps through his favorite show, dadcop. the mary janes are constantly bickering. the art style has a watercolor shine to it (... but only on the covers. not so much in the actual page art). the yancy street gang like to cause minor trouble with gwen. vulture kicked her ass and threw her on a trash boat once. and there are billboards everywhere advocating for her arrest and deifying peter parker.

even the crappier parts of gwen's world are worth missing, because they belong to her.

at this point gwen wants agency so badly that she's looking back at peter's death as a positive, because at least she was able to make that happen.

what's wrong, what's been plaguing gwen this chapter, what she's been in denial about, is that she doesn't want a relationship with miles. she likes him, but not enough to be with him romantically. and never enough to give up her personhood.

to reiterate: miles is a good kid who wants gwen to be happy. he just hasn't considered that to be happy, she can't be with him.

gwenandmiles: fandom salt. i hate how overnight, the gwen discourse shifted from 'i hope she gets her solo series back! can't wait for her to travel the multiverse and meet other gwens, or have more sexual tension with em jay, or play with her band, or fight jackal or man-wolf. how are harry and her dad? is the bodega bandit okay? when's cindy moon coming back, would love for them to face off! how's she going to defeat the storm siblings and be able to come home from exile again?' to 'gwen is soooo in love with miles! look at her pining after miles! sure do love how her arc in atsv is all about falling for miles and becoming worthy of him! miles miles miles! all gwen thinks about is miles!'

thanks i hate it! the fandom proved all my fears right! if gwen and miles get together, she'll never be her own person!

'gwen's going to end up in miles's world' is my big fear for the comics. if gwiles get together there, because he's vastly more popular than her, she's gonna be the one who has to move to his world and join his supporting cast, and abandon her own stories where she's the lead, to be a side character in his. it doesn't matter how sweet miles is to her; the imbalance is impossible to avoid.

(it's that kataang flavoring: it doesn't matter how sweet the boy is; the relationship will still unravel her because the writers pulling their strings will never treat her as anything more than his girlfriend. and the audience will follow suit.)

(plus some makorra: they look good together, and the concept of them is great, but in practice this relationship brings out the worst in them)

the arrangement also sucks for miles. i can't imagine a kid as kind as him being okay with her losing that much of herself to be with him, or being treated as an extension of him.

(but it is worse for gwen. unquestionably.)

however he also doesn't realize those are the consequences yet. he doesn't realize that gwen doesn't want those things for her life. and he's afraid that if they don't get together, she will die.

gwen stacy hated spider-man. but because she loved peter, that's what everyone remembers. which means she can never hate him for how he fails her. isn't that horrifying?

'miles cares so much' -- this is the gwiles ship assassination chapter. i didn't want it to be the miles character assassination chapter. gwiles is bad for gwen, but miles isn't.

however, there's no way she realizes that yet.

'break his heart'-- a motif from the comics. that's how harry refers to gwen killing peter. physically, and metaphorically.

hobie. naturally, miles is gonna jump to that conclusion. it's easier to assume a girl is rejecting you because she's with someone else than because she just doesn't want you. and he's still considering another guy's feelings over the autonomy of the girl in question.

also to be clear, she and hobie do have an intimate relationship at this point in the fic. we'll get into that more later.

in the amazing spider-man movies, gwen dies when she falls from a clock tower. very eerie that gwen and miles's convo in atsv is at one too.

miles did catch gwen. but that's not the point. the point is he never should have needed to.

it does not matter if miles isn't peter parker. he's still spider-man. even if she lives and is his girlfriend, she's still His Girlfriend. she still isn't her own person.

the seventeen month gap. again, so much happens in that time, especially for teens. miles and gwen do not know each other that well. they're more attached to the idea of the other, instead of the actual person.

the autonomy issue isn't just exclusive to miles. it's everyone. gwen gets her first taste of that realization here, but she's a teenager trying to dump a boy; she's kinda busy. she'll get there though.

end quote

from the 'sitting in a tree' miniseries of jason latour's radioactive spider-gwen. specifically, this is the moment gwen rejects a relationship with miles. sideeyeing the atsv writers hard for borrowing so heavily from siat, but seemingly missing the point: that this relationship is shallow and forced and should not happen.

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Chapter 2 - Deal With The Devil

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Summary (T) Earth 65 AU where Elektra is Daredevil and was hell-bent on killing her ex Matt Murd(er)ock but she’s in therapy now and is channeling her energy into helping Spider-Women defeat him instead. Semi-comics/Marvel movies crossover. Elektra and Matt are mostly based on the Netflix version and Gwen is based on Into the Spiderverse.

“Can I ask why Murdock specifically? I know he’s related to Fisk but I thought you took care of Fisk. And surely there are other people high up in the crime syndicate pyramid scheme.”

“Cut off the head another takes its place. Murdock is just picking up where Fisk left off.”

“So ah. Ok this is going to sound like super ableist but Murdock is blind, right? I totally get how he can still be a leader of the mob with like accommodation and stuff but. Can’t we just,” Gwen punches the air a couple of times. 

Gwen never had the fortune of fighting Fisk herself but hearing from her dad, that man is built like an unmovable wall. Even if he hadn’t been legally untouchable for the last decade until Daredevil swopped in, he’s strength was borderline superhuman. And apparently, he has the temper of a child, with tantrums loud enough to flip cars. And they say girls are emotional. 

So what exactly is Elektra so concerned about? Murdock is just a dude. Kinda look like a Chad but in a rich kid I-went-to-Columbia-and-played-polo way. Probably owns a pair of pastel-colored shorts. 

“You’ve never fought him?” Elektra asks, eyes squinting slightly. 

“No? I don’t make it a habit in fighting people with disabilities,” Gwen says, causing Elektra to break out into a wry laugh, turning away to hide her face from Gwen. Guess she finds ableism funny. Canceled. 

“The chemicals that blinded him also enhanced his remaining sense, his earring, smell, touch, and taste. They all like work together to create a sort of radar. You know, like the blind girl from Avatar. Combine that with his years of martial arts training with the Hand, he’s a deadly opponent.” 

“The what?”

“The Hand. Yeah I know, stupid name. Cults always have dumb names,” heh true. What kind of dumb name is Scientology? What’s scientific about paying a buttload of money to reach enlightenment? Just smoke a blunt and look at the city lights like everyone else. “We’re called the Chaste so it’s not like it’s any better,”

“Who is we?” Gwen asks, tilting her head ever so slightly. Wait, is Elektra also in a cult? 

“You want a role call or what?” Elektra says dryly. 

“I mean, I’d like to know who’s on my team. Like what if someone joins us and I think they’re with Murdock and I accidentally punch them,” Gwen asks. 

“Then you apologize..?”

“Well yeah but–”

“You don’t have to worry about that now, tonight's thing is just us.” Tonight? Don’t worry about it? Gwen was under the impression that Elektra was going to train on something, not jump straight into a mission. And for someone who scolded her yesterday for being reckless, the ‘plan’ is as vague as a punk show poster. Band: Spider-Women and Daredevil. Time: sometime after ten and before we’re all corporate slaves to The Man …The Hand? BYOW (Bring Your Own Weapons). 

“Ok so. Murdock took Fisk's spot at the Kingpin?”

“Sorta. I think he’s still taking some orders from Fisk but Murdock has his own agenda. Fisk is just a capitalist, Murdock is connected with the Hand.”

“And what does the Hand want?”

“What does any secret ninja want? World control or immortality or something.”

“And what does your cult want?”

“You’ve seen Midsommar, right?” Blink blink, sorry what? “Kidding, duh. You’re so serious. The Chast isn’t a cult. It’s a thousand-year-old organization aiming to stop the Hand,” Elektra ‘clarifies,’ heavy on the air quotes. No one in a cult ever admits to being in a cult.   

“Quacks like a cult, walks like a cult,” Gwen says shrugging, throwing her hands up. “Hey, no judgment! I know you Hollywood people are into some weird crap.” Is anyone else in it? It would be kinda cool if Elliphant is in the cult. Maybe Gwen would be down to join the cult if there are cool people in it. 

“Bestie, if you wanna join, you’re in,” Elektra gives her a playful wink. “Ok, today’s mission should be easy enough, my sources say Murdock’s at a party on the Upper East side so we don’t have to worry about him. The Hand is expecting an important delivery, some sort of weapon. Murdock paid the tracksuit mafia to meet his guys at the docks. Plan is I’m going to fight the Hand and you’re going to swing in a couple of minutes later and help with the tracksuits. I want Murdock to think there’s a mole working with the tracksuits and to turn against them. Or at least think they’re incompetent. Since this is our first team-up, he’ll have no suspicion that we coordinated the attack–” 

“Wait, last question,” Gwen interrupts.

“Yeah?”

“How do you know so much about Murdock?” Elektra really seems to know Murdock, his location, his thought patterns. Not to accuse her of being a mole but… Elektra is a stranger who found her in a dumpster. 

“It’s ugh whatever,” Elektra stutters. Pull her scarf up to hide her face in a hurry.

Oh!

“No way,” Gwen gasps. “No. Fucking. Way.”

“I don’t like how much you curse.” Gwen can see Elektra's transparent attempt to change the subject. 

“You slept with Murdock!?” 

“No no, it’s worse. I dated him.”

“You what!? How long? Why? When? WHY!?”

“Long time. You do dumb stuff when you’re young and in love. Wait, how old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“Brutal.” Yeah, that's fair. “If the mission goes well we can have brunch and gossip tomorrow but, let’s go Spider-Women.” 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Ok, plan. You’re going down there and you’re going to fight those dudes in black and my dudes are the ones in the tracksuits, right? But like when I swing in, you’re gonna start fighting all the dudes right? And that must be the container with the weapon, right DD?” Elektra’s gone? Gwen looks around, confused. “Daredevil?”

Oh. 

There is she. 

Slicing through one guy and kicking another guy in the face. Thanks for the heads up. They didn’t even get to say, “Go team!”  

The tracksuits are hiding out being some containers, shooting chaotically at Murdock’s guys– oh they really are ninjas, with masks and swords and everything. Not just some Naruto cosplayers, they seem legit. 

Although, if anyone care to consult Gwen, the Hand ninjas and the Russian Tracksuit guys should totally switch uniforms so the ninjas can look like the lady from Kill Bill. 

Gwen keeps a close eye on Elektra, observing her fight style. Like herself, Elektra increments a lot of acrobatics, varying from flips to jump kicks. But where Gwen has a background in dance, Elektra looks like she has a background in Taekwondo or Capoeira. Every move is deliberate, every move is dripped with confidence and power. Quick and efficient punches to major pressure points. Elektra fights like a tiger–hiding behind obstacles and blending into the shadows before prancing on her victim, and kneeing them right in the neck.  

Ouch. 

Surely it’s been enough time? Has it? Maybe Gwen would know if Elektra actually went over the plan but it’s fine . It’s fine!

Gwen, you came in too soon, MJ’s voice echoes. 

Never too early for a badass dumb solo. 

One-two-three, Spider-Women swings in. Kick one guy and push him into another, causing them to trip over a pile of trash as she lands gracefully on the top of a shipping container. Guitar lick, the crowd cheers, and, “hey guys.” It’s Spider-Women, woosh. “Love the tracksuits, so Y2K. Are they Juicy Coutier?”

Gwenhe thwaps one gun out of one tracksuit's hand and throws it at another dude's face, hitting him right in the noise. She webs one dude and webs this other guy and bop.

“Come on, guys! At least make the fight juicy!”   

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The fight doesn’t make long, despite being outmatched, the Hand and the tracksuits are severally outskilled. Gwen is careful not to get too close to Elektra, hoping that none of the goons think they’re coordinating this. Still, she does web one guy's sword out of the way, giving Elektra a perfect opening. 

“Thanks,” she just says. 

Soon enough, someone shouts something in Japanese and someone else says something in Russian and they all skirt away. Gwen tries to run after them before Elektra stops her.

“Help me open the container instead,” Elektra says, prying the door. Gwen helps before peeking her head in, anxiously anticipating a legendary sword or spear or bomb. 

Not this. Anything but this. 

“It’s just a kid…” Gwen says apprehensively, “Elektra, he’s just a kid.”

“...Fuck. I ah–I ahh I have a friend on the police force. I’ll call him and the paramedics. Can you stay with him?” She nods, putting her hands up before carefully approaching the boy. Poor kid couldn’t be more than ten years old, fear painting his face. 

“Hi,” Gwen says softly, “hi, don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you. Here–” she crouches down. “What’s your name?”

“Peter…” 

“Oh ah that’s so cool. That’s my best friends name…” her voice drops, fear creeping up her throat. “And he’s one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. He taught me something important, do you want to learn what is it?” She waits until Peter gives a nervous nod. “Everyone is capable of being special. Just like you. You’re special and that’s why we rescued you.”  

“I want my parents…”

“I know, I know. We’re going to help you find them. We’re going to help you. Do you trust us?”

He nods shakily. 

“Good.”

Gwen holds the little boy close til the ambulance sirens creep in, helping the paramedic transfer him on the stretcher. She uses a bit of webbing to pull the shock blanket up, earning her the tiniest smile from Peter. Totally worth it. 

The assisting cops scatter around the crime scene, and Elektra stands off in the corner to talk to her friend? Oh crap, Castle. Ahh. Seriously Elektra, of all the people you could be friends with why him? Though maybe she shouldn’t be too surprised in her poor judgment, Elektra did date and probably make lots kisses and smoochies and yuck to Murdock. 

Peter’s safe now, surely Elektra will understand why she’s webbing away. She sends Elektra a quick text asking her to meet her on the same roof top.

Gwen climbs up the side of a building before launching her web, swinging off like the badass she is. 

—

“Wow! That was so cool! I can’t believe it! Sorry I dipped, Castle totally terrifies me, hold thing that we don’t need to get into but that was so cool! The way you used your pitchfork things–” Gwen blathers as soon as Elektra shows up. 

“My sais?”

“Is that what they’re called? Cool! But yeah! Thank you!”

“No problem.”

“Do you think we can visit the kid tomorrow in the hospital? I mean as civilians, totally weird if Daredevil and Spider-Women showed up for visitation–”

“I’m sure we can,” Elektra smiles. 

“I guess I should introduce myself then. Properly,” Gwen pulls her mask off, revealing her million-dollar smile, and extends her hand. “I’m Gwen Stacy.”

“I know. I googled your phone number. Remind me to get you a burner phone. But it’s nice to meet you, Gwen Stacy, I’m Elektra,” taking her hand with an equally sincere smile. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

So yay, they saved the day. Go Team Spider-Woman and Daredevil. A cooler-and-more-stylish Batman and Robin (Gwen being Batman of course). Girl Power! Yippee. 

Can two girls share the cover for Forbes thirty under thirty? Meh, she’ll email Mr. Forbes himself tomorrow morning. Will Elektra let her borrow a fancy dress for their press interview? Maybe something aqua. With sparkles. And biker shorts because ya never know. 

Changing into her old band shirt and pair of shorts, Gwen flops–not lays gracefully, not awkwardly climbs in– flops onto her bed. Ahh her back felt so crunchy she should really stretch before sleep but she’s so exhausted. She hugs one of her Squishmellows and opens up youtube, queues up a video of Watcher, and waits for her eyelids to feel too heavy. 

Brrrring. 

Huh? 

Elektra?

“Hello,” Gwen grumbles.  

“Oh thank God, are you ok? Where are you?” Elektra sounds like she’s out of breath like she’s in the middle of a fight. But no, the fight just ended. They won. 

“I’m home. Why, what’s going on?”

“Someone got the kid. Gwen, I’m so sorry…”

What…?

[wolfontheloose]

|| Tony & Ryden ||

Ripping the door to his apartment open after the first couple of eager knocks against the painted wood, Ryden let the other man through without much of a greeting since his visit was expected, their plan to hang out and watch Jujutsu Kaisen long awaited and prearranged. Ryden had been looking for someone to watch anime with like the nerd that he secretly was and meeting this dear friend of Bellamy’s opened up the opportunity. Because watching animated series was at least ten times more fun in company than alone.

“Come in. I got popcorns and beer ready.” Ryden informed, leaving it up to Tony to close the door behind him and make himself comfortable in whichever way he wanted. Inside, Ryden’s apartment was a punk-rock biker fairytale dream come true, an alternative kid’s sanctuary when he got too tired of playing a proper grownup. Walls were painted insultingly black, fading into grey in a subtle gradient near the floor. Posters and wall art were scattered all over, in a chaotic but still somehow aesthetically appealing disarray, not merely a cover-up for a bad paint job or holes in the walls Ryden might’ve punched in for some recreational anger venting - which he never actually did although he looked like a bloke who regularly punched holes through walls. Almost everything was carefully framed, purposefully hung up, especially the limited editions hard to come by and therefore cherished and given special spotlight places. Iggy Pop, Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, Johnny Cash, David Bowie; faces of many a legend watched on from their lofty vantage points, cozily observing in between framed movie prints and comic book covers. Flat surfaces had picture frames of more real people, ones Ryden encountered daily in his life and kept them there, and artwork or mementos made or gifted by them. Taking up an honored place on the TV stand against the central wall, among Alien and Predator figurines, were framed hand-done doodles and drawings in charcoal or pen, shiny little car models and wooden 3D train puzzles Ryden assembled himself in what little free time he had.  

The furniture arrangement was where one would expect it to be in a space as small and predictable as this. The kitchenette was tiny, separated from the rest of the living space by a large kitchen island with rusty-colored countertop, tall leather-dressed barstools tucked under it. Ryden’s precious curved plasma TV was huge and very likely the most pricey thing he had ever bought with decently earned money, taking up most of the wall opposite to the black leather couch matching the barstools. The coffee table was Ryden’s own invention - a couple of beer crates and a wooden panel over them all securely nailed together, spray painted a glossy black, with stylized pair of claw mark engraved across it. Two Pacman-shaped lazy bags were shoved into a corner, stacked one on top of the other. An Xbox and a PlayStation sat under the TV.

Most blinds were shut and the only source of artificial light was a red lava lamp strategically placed where its crimson illumination would be at its best. A rosewood guitar sat in another corner on its stand, the amplifier connected, stereo mounted on the wall. An old jukebox was next to the instrument, still recuperating from when Ryden had salvaged it from a dumpster. He’ll fix it eventually and make it work. Heavy hand weights were stacked neatly on their rack, proudly being the reason why Ryden didn’t have a dining table. Instead of any ceiling lights hanging, there was a very professional looking punching bag, definitely sand-filled. The door to the bathroom was open and a sneak peek would reveal that it was kept pretty neat, yet sadly only large enough for a shower stall. Aside from that particular space dedicated to cleanliness, Ryden didn’t believe in storing everything away immediately after use - anything that might belong in a drawer was equally comfortable on the floor.

@tony-baxter​

[taiblogcomics]

No One’s Red Raven About Her Disappearance, I Bet

Hey there, opinionated smoke detectors. Well, we're back in the pit. We got the final six issues of Avengers Arena to get through, so we might as well get started, yes?

Here's the cover:

Okay, this is my favourite cover of the whole series. I don't need to see the next five or remember the previous 12 (most of which were movie ripoffs anyway). This one wins. If you ain't read Runaways--well, first of all, go read at least the first volume (#1-18) of Runaways, it's my favourite comic of all time and you're missing out--but also, Molly Hayes is one of Nico and Chase's fellow Runaways. The youngest of the team and a genuine sweet kid. So of course she would make this poster. And secondly, the two implications here: A) someone in the outside world has finally noticed 16 superhero kids have gone missing, and 2) enough people care to take Molly's... hashtag, I guess?

So we open with Arcade with his stringy red hair and goofy white tuxedo, which is never a good way to start a comic. He's in a good mood, which is also never a good way to start. He's strutting around, preeening and plotting about what his next way to escalate his stupid teenage death game will be. Meanwhile, his robot secretary is repeatedly trying to get his attention for something important. He's as douchey a boss as he is a supervillain, though, so he keeps ignoring her until she yells, and he asks what's so important to interrupt his being-a-douche time.

That's when Giant Man, Thor, Wolverine, Captain Britain, and the Hulk bust through his ceiling~

Alas, the comic is not about to get cool and give him a comeuppance he richly deserves. No, it's all holograms Robot Secretary has conjured up. He concedes, and listens to her, though he's still snotty about it. "I gave you every possible detail, what could you possibly have to bother me with?" And what she needs is for him to authorise a particular "trump card". See, someone's finally noticed the kids are missing (Arcade, in his infinite douchiness, is like "Already? My family didn't notice I went missing for months.") and it's the worst possible person. It's not a parent or teacher or spurned lover. It's Molly Hayes~

And indeed, our dear Molly is confronting Giant Man (Hank Pym, in case you weren't sure) at Avengers Academy over the fact that he promised they'd be safe. But she hasn't seen Nico or Chase in weeks, and that means bad guys stole them. Kid's fucking sharp, you see why she's my favourite? Karolina Dean and Julie Power (AKA Lightspeed of the former Power Pack) apologise to Hank, figuring Nico and Chase just ran off to do horny teenage things. Molly's still throwing a fit, though, and she pounds the ground hard enough to break it.

Karolina and Julie pull her off, continuing to apologise. See, Old Lace, the velociraptor Chase has a psychic bond with (seriously, read Runaways), is moping about and won't even eat. They figure if he was in actual danger, she'd be all on alert, but she clearly just misses him. Even so, Hank promises to try and look into it for the kids, and Molly gives him a kiss on the cheek as thanks, because she's a sweetie. As they're leaving, he asks when Nico and Chase went missing, and that's when the other shoe drops: it was three weeks ago, right after Christmas.

As Hank is next seen explaining to Tigra, sure, two teens running off, that wouldn't be so unusual. But the fact that they disappeared the same day several of their own Academy students (Mettle, Hazmat, Reptil, possibly X-23 and Juston as well) went off the radar, well... that's a bit suspicious, isn't it? Now, Mettle and Hazmat were 1) a couple, and B) not supported as such by Hazmat's parents, so they didn't think too much of it at the time. And they're also graduates of the Academy, not like they just left their rooms. But still, Hank wants to ask around to some of their friends.

There's a few cameos here. On the Academy grounds alone, he talks with students Finesse and White Tiger. The former, she drifted apart from both X-23 and Reptil, since she has difficulty with emotional closeness, and doesn't know where they are. White Tiger, meanwhile, also knew Reptil, but when he got focused on finding his parents, she gave him his space. She'd want the same if she got any leads on her own parents' deaths, after all. Likewise, some calls, and Wolverine reports none of his kids are missing (if anything, he wishes a few would, give him a moment's peace). He heard something from Captain Britain, though...

Indeed, the Braddock Academy also has a few students gone walkabout, but since they're the usual delinquents, he didn't think much of it. It isn't even the first time this particular group has left school grounds, they usually turn up on social media after a few days. He helpfully forwards a pic of Anachronism cupping the breasts on the Venus de Milo as an example. Captain Britain asks Hank if his campus has any security footage, and they do, of course. But Hazmat knocked it out before she left, and they haven't gotten it back yet. In fact, the only person who could get it up faster... is Juston Seyfert.

They call up Juston's father, who is now kind of incensed with them. He withdrew Juston from the academy for safety concerns (since Juston's only power was "owns a giant robot"), and doesn't want anything to do with them now. They just want to check, since several of their own students went missing, and Mr. Seyfert replies that Juston is fine, he's out playing with his brother right now. And we cut to a POV shot of Juston's brother, Chris, and it's clear that the POV is from a Life-Model Decoy. That is to say, a robot duplicate that looks human.

So Hank takes it to the top: SHIELD. He talks with Maria Hill about teleportation tech, and she shows him a map where teleportation signatures go off across the planet, including a signature from around Chase and Nico's place. However, she won't give more detailed info, because it's highly classified. She does give him one piece of info, though: a girl with Deathlok tech disappeared right around the same time. But she's accounted that one as a time travel thing, so it's not important to their investigation. ...Right?

So Hank's a bit stuck. He's got at least a dozen kids missing, no leads. (As far as he knows, Juston's accounted for, and Cammi, Red Raven, and Darkhawk aren't brought up at all.) He can't put the pieces together, there's no real connection, especially when places like the Jean Grey School and the Wakanda Academy haven't been hit. He's fretting himself sick, and Tigra and his other colleagues are beginning to get worried. And that's when Finesse comes in with a phone call for him. It's Mettle, asking to meet.

They figure obviously this might be a trap. But then Mettle pulls up at their designated meeting spot (which he picked, of course), and explains he did, in fact, elope with Hazmat (who of course didn't feel safe enough to come along) and he's lying low because her parents filed kidnapping charges. Hank runs a scan, confirming that Mettle's DNA, retinas, and voice all match, so he's not a Skrull (and Hank would know, having spent several months replaced by one back in Secret Invasion). But Mettle's iridium body is just too dense to run a deeper scan out in the open. Well, isn't that convenient~?

Mettle says he's glad they're missed, at least, and peels off again. Hank accepts that maybe he and Molly just have difficulty accepting change. And the whole time, Arcade is watching from his creepy little basement lair, gloating at how thoroughly he's tricked them. The fake Mettle was the previously discussed trump card, since his already metal skin hides the cybernetics well. And all of this means he'll prove himself a great villain and get respect, everyone will line up to suck his dick, blah blah blah. The issue ends with him being smug, and isn't that just a great way to come back to this series~?

While I do dislike this issue because it’s just more of Arcade being a smug smuggy-smug who has all the powers and is Teh Very Best Evar, I also really like it for the parts that aren’t that. Hank Pym may not be perfect or, like, anyone’s favourite hero. But here he is, moving heaven and earth to find a lead to track down these missing kids. And that, I certainly appreciate. i get the feeling that, despite being smug and douchey, Arcade didn’t cover his tracks as well as he thinks and this is all gonna come crashing back on him later. I can at least hope that’s the case~

Also, seriously, one last time: go read Runaways. Even the weaker arcs in later volumes are still better than this dreck~

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Violetta Paper Girls AU!

Violetta, Ludmila, Francesca and Camila are 12 year old girls (it's important to the story that they specifically are 12) who work as paper girls. It's Violetta's first time on it, as her dad does not let her go out very much and she begged him to please do something - she has no friends or any social life, so she just wants to get out. But.. it does not go as planned, as suddenly some really strange people starts to chase her, Ludmila, Francesca and Camila. They take cover under a bridge and then there's a light - without knowing, that light made them travel in time to 2016.

Arriving in 2016, they strange people still are after them, so they take cover at Violetta's house. Only to find out that… it's different. There is other furniture, the TV is "SO BIG" compared to the one they had in 1988 and then… adult Violetta comes into the room and is like "INTRUDERS!!". After finding out it's herself as a 12yo she just is like "Uh. help. what the heck." Anyway 12yo Violetta finds out that adult her is just sad and lonely. She apparently "quit the paper girl job after a day and none of these girls even know your name" and she never broke out of her father's overprotectiveness so she just lived at home and now she just has some lousy job. 12yo Violetta is obviously all bummed about this and just like. What the heck is my life I don't wanna end up like this. So adult Violetta tries to help them and just. Tries googling for stuff yk as a 2016 person does. And the girls are just like ":0 YOU CAN SEARCH?? ON THE COMPUTER??????" and they wanna look up themselves bc ofc Francesca searches for herself and she's apparently a singer in the future so she's like :D Camila searches for herself next and is surprised she just… cannot find anything. However, Ludmila does not want to find herself. She goes "if my mom got what she wanted, I don't wanna see my future"

Anyway after this, the strange people starts chasing them again and they just. Run as fast as they can. And this is when they somehow end up time travelling to 1999. Now, in the Paper Girls show (I have not read the comics), there's some drama in 1999, one of the girls as an adult comes with them and she accidentally gets killed by a future robot. This does not happen here. It's just the four girls, no one dies. But in the show, during this time, one of the girls gets her period for the first time and they just steal tampons and have this really weird but funny conversation how tampons work. Like they talk about toxic shock syndrome and one girl just goes "yeah my mom's friend got it and she lost her leg! She's still alive though, she just… doesn't have a leg" - that line is a huge Camila energy. No idea who would be getting their period tho, it could literally be anyone tbh ANYWAY, they go to Ludmila's house because Ludmila is sure that no one is home rn. But they are wrong - there is a party at her house. They sneak inside. Ludmila sees herself as a young adult and notices she's putting on a smile and acting as her mom tries to introduce her to some boy. Ludmila is like "I hate that man, I hate him, why am I doing this, ugh mom got exactly what she wanted"

But then young adult Ludmila excuses herself and goes upstairs. 12yo Ludmila, curious, follows her up as the other girls stays downstairs. She checks out her room and notices how there's… posters. Posters of movies she has never heard of (because they have not come out yet in 1988). There's also a lot of astronomy stuff obviously, which makes Ludmila happy that she still has that. Anyway then she hears footsteps and hides in the closet. In comes young adult Ludmila with… Natalia. YA Ludmila: Now we're finally alone Naty: Does your mom still try to push boys on you? YA Ludmila: Ugh, you should have seen her tonight… Naty: You just hang in there. She doesn't have control of your life anymore. You're taking more and more control. Went to film school instead of business school like she wanted. You're not gonna be some lawyer, you're gonna be the next big director! YA Ludmila: What would I do without you? Naty: * smiles * And then they start making out as 12yo Ludmila stands there in the closet like 🧍‍♀️ So obviously she has a whole "???? W H A T" process, while the other girls kinda realize Ludmila is gone and just goes "where tf is she help" But Ludmila manages to sneak out and comes back downstairs like " 😀 so guys. Where are we going next"

They go away and then find out Francesca in 1999 is singing at some place, so they go there just because. Young adult Francesca sees them and just is like "holy shit that girl looks like me" so she slowly goes up to them like YA Fran: Excuse me, what's your name? 12yo Fran: Francesca! YA Fran: … YA Fran: What

Anyway she takes them to her apartment and 12yo Fran mentions something about how she's gonna be successful in 2016 to which YA Fran is like "omg!!" Then curiously, she asks the other girls. Violetta: I am apparently very sad and lonely. Camila: I have no idea! I seemed to have vanished from existence Ludmila: I am a… filmmaker…

YA Fran tells them that "she sometimes sees Violetta go grocery shopping and she has been afraid to say hi, but maybe she will" and 12yo Vilu is like "PLEASE. I NEED FRIENDS, I DON'T WANNA END UP IN THAT SAD LIFE" For Camila, YA Fran says that she has decided to "move out to a faraway place and start a hippie colony" to which Camila, too excitedly, is like "I'M GONNA START A CULT??? MY OWN KINGDOM?? :D" and the other ones just looks at her really concerned

The strange people show up again and the girls flee once again. But this time, one of the people turns out to be kinda nice and just tells them that the others are out to either wipe out their memories or kill them, but they will help them get back home. In desperation, the girls agree to go with them. So they travel to the very far future to get into time travel pods that gets them to the exact time period they live in. However, the other strange people find out and tries to run after them, which causes a fight to break loose This eventually leads to the girls being separated into two time travel pods - Camila and Ludmila in one and Violetta and Francesca in one

And they end up time travelling to different time periods completely… and none of these are 1988 Where the two different pairs time travel I have not come up with.

And that's the end of my pitch.

[aardvaark]

last thing but i also found it funny that everyone was surprised by what parker’s place looked like (it’s just a bed in the dead centre of an empty warehouse with some tables and whiteboards set up for notes) cause like,,, i used to want to live in an empty warehouse with basic amenities as a kid lol. literally my dream, though i would’ve liked some books. and i thought that her place was ideal and pretty normal (for someone who lives alone, prioritises security, and can afford to buy a warehouse obviously), until they all acted like it was super duper strange. same thing happened when i watched person of interest and i saw nothing wrong with shaw’s apartment, but reese clearly thought it was overly bare. that’s just like me tbh, ive never understood the concept of putting up photos or decorations that don’t serve a function. my room is only decorated by stuff i’ve been gifted over the years. i thought that having posters was just a thing they did in american 90s-00s high school movies to show us the personality of a character through pictures of their interests, i didn’t know that people did that for real lol. there were never any photos of me up in my parents house, or of them, or of anyone - just some paintings and vases and a few other ornaments. i realise now that that’s like comically bare and sterile, but yeah. also i remember clearing out old toys as a kid and offering to get rid of so many of them that my parents were telling me i should keep more of them, and i remember thinking at the time that i wasn’t a very sentimental person and getting attached to objects didn’t make any sense to me. so it makes sense that i never understood decorating, i just can’t see a poster or photo as anything more than some ink on paper. anyway it’s just funny, and maybe a bit odd, that that’s carried over into my early adulthood and i tend to like characters who have the same weird tendency before i even know that about them. i call that style "accidentally, unfashionably minimalist" btw, lmao.

[keypiner]

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It seems like something new is starting in the "Star Wars Universe" every week and everything is very exciting. Right now I'm starting to do stuff for the new Boba Fett and Andor shows. I'm very fortunate and blessed in what I do. To think I'd ever sell a painting to George, let alone a couple of hundred paintings to him over the years and doing thousands of illustrations, that was probably the most rewarding thing. That was a unique feather in my cap that I never saw happening as an artist from Toledo, Ohio. Lucas was interested in buying the original painting from me. At the end of the day I got a phone call telling me that Mr. So I did a lithograph for the California Science Center that was sold at the exhibit for a few months.

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It was comparing and contrasting real-world science to stuff George came up with in the '70s at his little place out in California. The file 1080P Mod is a modification for Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, a(n) rpg game. ROOD: For me it was one of the art pieces I did that George Lucas purchased many years ago for a touring exhibit called Where Science Meets Imagination. Heres Avinah Auroras mosaic of The Last Supper with Star Wars characters via The Daily What Geek: And so you can see how big this mosaic is, heres a diagram of the frames used to compose the. : Of all your artwork for Lucasfilm and "Star Wars" over the years, which project was the most satisfying? "Star Wars" illustrator Brian Rood's banner poster. This one is a little looser around the edges and more artsy. Boba Fett has a pretty solid tie-in with Tatooine over the years so I thought why not pay a little homage to that and keep it warm and juicy and add a hint of that sky in there with the twin suns. On the second piece, I was at first going to do a white background, then I thought it would be cool to throw a couple of suns on there. I wanted it to be fun and universally appealing. It keeps a little mystery there without stretching the boundaries too far and going off on my own tangent. You know some stuff is going down but you're not quite sure exactly where the firefight is coming from or who he's blasting the flamethrower at. We know it's a chase and the Falcon is way back there in the background coming after their boy and all the bounty hunters are also, so I thought it would be more intriguing by keeping the opposing forces off-panel. I've had a couple of very popular collector pieces based on the character from the Acme Archives fine art line and pieces I did for "Star Wars Celebration" in Germany a few years back with his helmet off.įor this comic book, we had to keep it kind of vague and not try to tell my own story not knowing what was depicted in the interior of the book. He's always been one of my all-time favorites.

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6' Black Series Mural (Galaxy) visual guide released in 2020 and is grouped by the movie or show they appeared in. ROOD: Well, first off I love Boba Fett, because who else can have that kind of color combination of green and yellow and burgundy and red and make it look that cool. 6' Black Series Visual Guides for the: Orange, Blue and Red (Force Awakens) waves from 2013-2020 including figures 1-112 Mural (Galaxy) Series. : What did you hope to achieve in each of these dynamic "Star Wars" covers? Kyber Bricks are used for upgrading skill trees and having tons of them will make your experience in the game much easier.Boba Fett takes center stage in this cover B variant for "Star Wars: War of the Bounty Hunters #1." (Image credit: Marvel Comics) Once you do this, the Kyber Brick will unlock. This will flip all the remaining tiles necessary to show the Rebel Alliance symbol.

While standing on the last corner tile, double jump on to the centermost tile.

Walk on each of the four corner tiles, careful not to step on any other tiles.

This will create a checkerboard-like pattern as shown above.

Pull the two levers in the corner of the puzzle.

Once you find the puzzle, you’ll want to do the following: The puzzle is on the upper floors of the temple on Yavin 4.

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Our Lego Star Wars : The Skywalker Saga Yavin 4 tile puzzle guide explains how to solve the puzzle and get the Kyber Brick. If you step on the tiles to flip them all to the Rebel Alliance symbol, you’ll get a Kyber Brick. On Yavin 4 in Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga, you’ll find a tile puzzle with the Galactic Republic and Rebel Alliance symbols on them. The mosaic image in the newly released Star Wars 9 set photo looks to be the same circular Prime Jedi mosaic that was previously seen on Ahch-To in The Last Jedi.