#nark is best

[narkchaos02]

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[mo-gxn]

hii! Not sure if requests are open- if not then ignore this- but may i request some Nark art?

(i love them so much- they have been rotating in the brain microwave >:) )

spreading some more of my teenage nark bull crap. (they are skating ig?)

i love them dearly.

i took a break from my current wip just for nark- i needed to.

[narkchaos02]

NARK NARK NARK 😍🤭 nark?🤨 nark. 🥰

nark🤭

I agree

Just let them be teens

[lunarrosette]

Idk if y’all on here are familiar with the tiktoker custom wood burning but I ordered a beautiful piece from her and I thought I’d share with the class

[marbletheunworthy]

For D&Dads ship suggestions… might I request some Nark? (Nicky/Lark)

Gasp Nark

[lilbluustar]

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ morning star

pairing— mark lee x fem!reader

content and warnings— fluff, smut (minors dni!), oral m. recive, unprotected sex (dont do it!!).

wc— 1.7 k

note— as always, if you notice any mistake, please lmk :)

the morning wind gently moves the white curtains, letting in the warm sunlight. summer is felt in every golden ray that caresses your skin and in the cool breeze that slips between the tossed sheets. the room is completely silent, except for mark's quiet breathing next to you.

you wake up calmly, blinking a couple of times before you turn and find him.

mark is sleeping peacefully, his hair slightly disheveled, his chest rising and falling in a serene rhythm. his lips are half-open, and his expression is so peaceful that it seems like a dream come true.

you can't help but smile.

with extreme delicacy, you bring your hand to her hair, gently tangling your fingers in its dark strands before sliding your fingertips across her nose, her lips, the tiny moles on her skin. you admire every detail as if it were the first time you're seeing it, as if you want to memorize it forever.

but just as you are about to touch his hair again, mark twitches slightly and his eyelashes flutter until he finally opens his eyes.

his gaze, still drowsy, settles on you and immediately a sleepy smile plays on his lips.

"hello, baby..." she murmurs in the raspy voice of a newly awakened person.

before you can respond, his arm lazily slips around your waist and, with a slow but sure movement, he pulls you to his chest.

"mmm... stay like this for a while longer..." he whispers against your hair, leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

the warmth of his body and his scent-a mixture of his perfume with the warm scent of the morning- completely envelop you. you feel so safe, so at home, that you can't help but close your eyes and smile.

mark pulls away just a little so he can take a good look at you, with that tenderness that always manages to make you feel special.

"do you know how pretty you look in the mornings?" he says in a whisper, sliding his fingers down your cheek. "it's unfair that you can look this beautiful without even trying".

you feel your cheeks burn.

"you make me blush... " you murmur with a slight pout.

nark lets out a giggle before taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger absentmindedly.

"it's just the truth. i don't know how you make yourself look more beautiful every day... i think i'm in trouble, because i fall more and more in love with you with every sunrise."

your heart is pounding.

"i-i really...?"

mark smiles sweetly before moving in to leave a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

"of course. i fall in love with the way you look at me with those sleepy little eyes..." he whispers, sliding his finger gently along the line of your jaw. "I fall in love with the way your skin glows in the sunlight..." his lips brush your cheek before slowly moving down to your neck. "I fall in love with every laugh, every gesture, every word you say..."

"mark... " you mumble, feeling completely melted.

he smiles against your skin before seeking your lips. the first kiss is sweet, quiet, as if he wants to savor you calmly. then he pulls away a little, his eyes fixed on yours.

"i swear there isn't a day that goes by that i don't thank god for having you by my side" he whispers. "you're the best thing that ever happened to me, my love."

your chest fills with warmth and happiness.

"it's true... "you admit softly, making him laugh.

"what's that?"

"that you blush too much..."

mark laughs again before catching you in another tight, warm hug, leaving small kisses in your hair.

"i love seeing you like this..." he murmurs against your skin. "blushing, beautiful, here, with me..."

and then he kisses you again, this time with more intensity, with more need. his lips move slowly over yours, and his hand travels to your waist, clinging to you more firmly. the kiss deepens, becoming more and more enveloping, more and more passionate.

his breathing is heavier, his grip more possessive. his lips lose themselves in the line of your jaw, your neck, while his hands draw a path of caresses that turn you on little by little.

"i love the way you blush..." he whispers against your skin before gently biting your earlobe, making you shiver. "I love seeing you like this, surrendered in my arms..."

his hands slowly move down your back until he catches you around the waist, pressing you even more against him. his lips return to yours, this time hungrier, more demanding. his tongue slides against yours in a slow, provocative brush, as a small sigh escapes your lips.

"mark..." you murmur against his mouth, feeling your body burn under his caresses.

he smiles between kisses, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your hip before sliding under the fabric of your shirt. his hot skin against yours makes you gasp softly.

"what's wrong, beautiful..." he whispers against your lips, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

but instead of answering, you pull him by the nape of his neck and kiss him more intensely, making it clear you don't want him to stop. mark lets out a satisfied sigh before leaning over you, trapping you between the sheets and his warm body.

the summer breeze continues to stir the curtains, but the heat in the room is no longer just from the sun.

his hand begins to explore your body, tracing light brushes over your skin that cause you to gasp slightly.

you begin to slowly move your hand down to his bulge, making a back and forth motion over his boxers, feeling them getting wetter from the precum.

carefully, you move down to his manhood, pulling down his boxers until you release it; small drops of his excitement fall on his abdomen, you rush to lick them and he emites a soft moan in response.

you spit some saliva on your hand and start to stimulate him, mark starts to move a little out of place; running his hands over your cheeks, through your hair, not quite knowing what to do with them.

you start to increase the speed and mark tries to say something but is interrupted by one of his cute moans.

"ple...ase "

"what's up baby?" you reply looking at him with a mischievous look.

"i need... more" he replies with much effort.

you knew what he meant, but you liked to tempt him a little before giving him what he loved so much. you moved your fingers down to his balls, resting your warm breath on his pink and wet tip, running just the tip of your tongue along it, which made mark go wild, gripping your hair tighter.

"you enjoy making me suffer... don't you?"

you turn to look at him with a smile before inserting his needy tip into your warm mouth, running your tongue around it, then slipping it in without warning.

the room was filled with mark's beautiful moans, as he whispered things you were unable to decipher, the grip on your hair was tight and needy; you knew you were driving him crazy. until he lifted a little from his place, causing you to stop.

"wait... i'm too close."

suddenly, mark changes position and places you under him, leaving wet kisses all over your neck while he lifts up your pajamas completely leaving you exposed to him; his gaze is all over you, there's a mix between desire and adoration, and he's looking at you like you've never seen him before.

he takes one of your hard nipples into her mouth, licking and biting it lightly, while her other hand, goes to your pussy, bluntly running his long fingers over the fabric of your panties.

"oh god... you're so wet.... "mark whispers in your ear as he undoes your panties with one hand.

he starts to insert a finger inside you without any difficulty, you weren’t aware of how excited you were until he started touching you, increasing the rhythm while his thumb worked on your clit.

"i need you inside me... now" you knew he was desperate, that he couldn't hold out any longer and that you were both too close.

so, without waiting any longer, mark lined up the tip at your entrance and pushed himself in, both of us letting out a big moan in unison.

he began to move faster and with more need, taking one of your hands and running the other around your waist.

"i love you, i love you, so much..."

"i love you, so much, mark... "

with that was enough for both of you to come simultaneously, you felt how the warm fluids of both of you were present. he didn't separate from you, instead, he hugged you and removed the slightly sweaty hair that covered your face and gave you a tender kiss on your forehead.

"good morning, little one..." he murmurs against your lips before the warmth of the morning becomes even more intense.

"good morning, babe..." you reply between sighs, completely lost in him.

🌱

hi! today i had more time to update and finish some drafts since it's a day off in Mexico haha. hope you like it, i'll start uploading more nct stuff, so, if you have any suggestions or requests, i'll be reading them 😼

i'm also very excited for mark's album!!! i'm sure it will be amazing, this man always does everything right and his music is ART 💘

[yayasvalveplay]

Optimus learns so many things from the ghosts.

It could be something minor like learning Swindle is a combiner. Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl, and Blast Off still hanging around him. Telling Optimus stories of what they’d get up to together and about when they could be Bruticus.

Or it could be something larger like the time Bumblebee said he was going on patrol when he doesn’t have it that night but before Optimus can even ask Astrotrain tells him that he’s actually going on a date with Bltizwing so just play along, his amica put a lot of work into it to make it speacial for his darling Hummel

I am imagining Op gets dragged into buying something of Swindles. It's really useful for the team. But he's not so keen of getting it through illegal means. But hey the others say that he's the best at what he does.

"So Autobot have you considered my trade?"

Op looks over his shoulder at his gaskets who all nods. Vortex giving him a thumbs up. "Yes. Yes I have."

"Wonderful. Pleasure doing business with you." Of course it's Swindle and tries to give him a faulty one and Onslaught sees it and tells op to not grab it. Which he doesn't.

"What's the matter? We made a deal. So take it."

"It's defective."

Swindle gets a bit irritated and tries to go on a long rant on how it's not defected only for Brawl to tell op to tell him to shut up you nark.

Upon doing so Swindle pauses and looks at him. As if he's seeing him for the first time. Only his team called him a nark (others called him a cheapskate, dealer, horrid mech.)

"What did you call me?"

"Brawl told me to call you that."

"How do- how do you know that name!?"

It takes a bit to get him to realize he's saying the truth.

"Are they all here?"

"Yes. And they are quite proud of you. Though many also want to strangle you for doing incredibly stupid things on your adventures."

Swindle just laughts and nods.

Omg Astrotrain being near Blitzwing. Always looking out for his Amica. Please Optimus do nor ruin this for them. He's never seen Blitzwing smile since his death. Bumblebee has brought out the best in him.

And op allows it as long as Astrotrain keeps him up to date and I'd anything goes wrong to contact him immediately.

[butchersboobs]

Twist (Part Two)

A Billy Butcher POV fic

You may need more tissues.

NSFW under the cut- MDNI

READ PART ONE HERE

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I musta been 'ere at least three hours now, an' I swear t'God - that boy ain't stopped bombin' about once. 

'Appy little chappy, 'e is. Always yappin' and gigglin' away - eyes bright as a bloody summer’s day. 

For someone 'oo's never played a game wiv a kid before today, I don't fink I'm doin' too bad. I've bin chasin' the little bugger 'ere, there 'n every-bloody-where for the last 'alf hour, makin' 'im laugh wiv me ridiculous dinosaur noises - an' I'm fuckin' knackered. But the way 'e looks at me - like e's 'avin the best day of 'is life? Bloody'ell. Even completely fuckin' knackered feels good. Real good.

And then you walk in.

You stand there in the doorway, arms crossed tight across yer chest. And you got that fuckin' look on yer face - one I know all too bloody well. The one that says yer about firty seconds away from bustin' me bollocks over summink that's narked ya.

The whole room suddenly feels off, some'ow. Like ya sucked all the warmth and joy out the place the second ya stepped frew that door.

"Alright, Ollie, time to tidy up now," you say. Christ - even yer voice is stone cold. I bet you've been sat frew there plannin' whatever this is gonna turn into all afternoon, aintcha. Some fings never change.

Ollie’s face falls straight away. E's confused, poor lad. 'E looks up atcha like ya just told 'im Christmas is cancelled. "But me an' Billy playin’, Mummy. Five more minutes pleeease?" he asks, bless'im, holdin' five fingers up.

But you don’t care. Ya don’t even blink. "No - not today. Billy’s got to go. It’s time to go get your jarmies on. Now please, Oliver."

What the fuck ya bein' like this for? We were  'avin a whale of a time, me 'n 'im - five more minutes won'urt, surely? Are ya really that fuckin' desperate to take 'im away from me again? Jesus Christ. No need to upset the boy like this, f'fucksake.

"Can Billy come play t'morrow?" he asks, 'is bottom lip wobblin', tears in 'is eyes..

I'm about to say 'Yeah, I'd like that..' when you let me 'ave it - both fuckin' barrels.

"Billy’s a very busy man, baby. We won't see him again after today. So let's say byebye, and then get ready for bed, yeah? There's a good boy…"

Me stomach drops. The fuck you just say? I can't believe you actually just fuckin' said that. And ya never even flinched.

I can’t fuckin' fink straight. 

I just watch Ollie, me 'eart breaking. 'E runs over, wraps 'is tiny arms round me legs and just sobs. "B….bab-bye, b..Billy."

I bend down 'n pick my beautiful little boy up - little fing's light as a fevva. And I 'old 'im close t'me. I don' ever wanna let 'im go. I rub 'is back, rock 'im gently for a minute or two.

I kiss the top of is 'ead, 'n I tell 'im "There then, s'alright mate - don't you worry yerself, right? Don't you cry. We've 'ad a lovely day playin', ain't we, ay? I've never 'ad so much fun in me life! Now, listen t'me, yeah - I promise ya, I'll come back 'n see ya as soon as I can, right? You're a good lad, Oliver. Now, can you do me a favour and go play in your room, yeah? Put them dinosaurs to bed. Billy needs to 'ave a little chat wiv yer mum, OK? There's a good boy." 

I set 'im down, an' off he mopes, all dejected.

And when 'e's gone upstairs, summink inside me snaps.

I can’t 'old it back no more. The rage. I fuckin' can’t. 

Me fists are clenched that tight I can feel me knuckles turning white. 

I’ve been patient. Kept me fuckin' mouth shut in front o'the kid.

But now - I’m fuckin done. 

Done wiv you, ya fuckin' bitch.

"'Appy now, ya spiteful cunt? Some fuckin'   muvva you are. Fuck me…"

"I won't be happy 'til you get the fuck out of my house and away from MY fucking son, Billy…'

“Are you fuckin' stupid or summink? You seriously thought I’d just show up 'ere, play wiv'im for an hour, and then just fuck off like it’s no big deal?” Me fuckin' anger's still spirallin'. "You really believe that’s all I fuckin' came 'ere for?"

You just stand there, all defensive. Fuckin' arms crossed again, like you’re waitin' for me to apologise for givin' a shit about me own kid. You got some fuckin' nerve, girl, after everyfin you've done.

"You knew what this was," you say, all calm and collected, as if I’m the one in the fuckin' wrong. "You just wanted a chance to meet him properly. That's what you got. And now, you can fuck off."

I can feel the blood rushin' to me 'ead.

Fuckin'ell. 

"Yeah, I said that, didn’t I?" I snarl atcha,  steppin' closer, not even givin' you an inch. "And now, I’ve changed me mind. I ain't fuckin’ goin’ anywhere. You fink ya can stop me seein' 'im, do ya? Fink that's your fuckin' decision t'make?"

You keep yer gob shut for a fuckin' change, probly finking ya got some kinda power 'ere, some kinda control. But you fuckin' ain't. Not no more.

"You can kick off all ya fuckin' like," I yell, takin' another step toward ya. "But you ain’t keepin' my son from me. You fucking 'ear me?"

And then I see it. You’re scared. 

You're tryin' ya best to 'ide it, but I can see it in yer eyes. 

You fink I’m gonna back off, dontcha, ay? Fink I’m just blowin' steam. Well, I fuckin' ain't, I can promise you that, love.

"Who the fuck d'ya fink you are, ay? You fink ya can keep me out 'is life, like I don’t fuckin' matter? He's my fuckin' son! An' i'm fuckin' tellin' ya now - you ain't fuckin’ walkin' away wiv 'im again. Not now, not ever. Do you fuckin' understand me?"

Your face twists. You’re angry now. But I don’t give a fuck.

I ain't fuckin' interested in anyfin' you gotta say right now. I can't even bear to be in the same fuckin' room as ya. So off I fuck. I'm so fuckin' mad I pretty much rip yer fuckin' door off, just openin' it. I stand in the doorway and look back over me shoulder.

“I’ll be back to see the boy again, very soon.” I tell ya, tone bitin', venomous. "And God fuckin' 'elp you if you try t'stop me."

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[alien-bluez]

Welcome to Narkmas 2024! 💚❤️

Narkmas is a week long event in december dedicated to creating fanmade content revolving around the romantic relationship between Nick Close/Foster and Lark Oak Garcia. Hosted by me, alien_bluez!

Participants may submit entries based on the different prompts provided for each of the seven days.

Day 1: Campfire / Concert

Day 2: Future / Past

Day 3: Smoke / Reflection

Day 4: Trust / Betrayal

Day 5: Study / Party

Day 6: Song / Bird

Day 7: Birthday / Christmas

Day 8: Free Day

All entries must be tagged with "#narkmas 2024"so it's easy to find and share. Fic writers you can add your entry to the Narkmas2024 Collection.

Please include the day and prompt in your caption (ex. Day 4: Trust)

Don't upload entries early, please wait at least until the day of the prompt to post

Late entries are allowed

This event is SFW for the most part, spicier is okay if tagged properly

Other character ships can be shown but Nark must be the main focus

Entries containing bigoted material or excessive gore are not allowed

All forms of media are allowed! This includes art, writing, cosplay, photography, playlists and videos!

Entries with uncredited, stolen, or plagiarized work are not allowed. Please ask for permission to use someone else's work in your entry

Do I need to do all 7 days to participate?

No! It's perfectly okay to only do days that you want or are able to. The important thing is having fun!

When can I start working on my entries?

Whenever you want! This is not like artfight where you have to wait until the start day, in fact it's okay and encouraged to finish your entries before the event begins! Do whatever is best for you.

If there's any more questions feel free to message me here! Remember, this event is meant to be FUN!!! Thank you for reading and indulging me in creating stuff for my favorite ship (for almost a year now!) if you decide to participate. I can't wait to see what works you all submit!

[rei-ismyname]

Logan tried to murder Chuck. What then?

After the sun set on Krakoa and the dust settled, Charles Xavier surrendered himself to 'human authorities.' He was being transported to his super prison built by Reed Snitchards and Tony Nark when...

Logan came to kill him in a very unsubtle way. Surely those guards died or at minimum suffered serious permanent injuries. What little we get of his motivation is an objection to Chuck's time as Sentinel X - killing a bunch of humans. Logan Behavior, basically. Certainly hypocrisy.

Pretty stylish entrance though, The Shining style. He's just about to gut him after Chuck declines explaining himself or speaking at all. Keep in mind resurrection Protocols just phased into another dimension - Logan is aiming to kill Xavier permanently (comic book permanent obviously) here despite the fact he's going to prison for life. He'd actually be subverting punitive state justice here.

I hardly need to say that this is pretty extreme for Logan. He's killed countless people, but for the last few decades he's worshipped the ground Charles walks on. After AvX, when Chuck committed suicide by Phoenix, Logan appointed himself the custodian of 'the dream' and ran the school (though he renamed it after Jean because he's a creepy and petty man.) Cyclops is often held up as Chuck's heir, but I think Logan is just as much. (Though Jean and Storm beat them both out and surpass him.) Maybe this is a hypocritical broken pedestal moment.

Magneto objects, freezing him in place and proclaiming 'no more martyrs.'

Did you know 9/10 failed murderers say 'cripes?'

Then he yeets him out of the prison and levitates it so he can't get back in. Mags and Chuck have a chat and we see nothing of Logan until Wolverine #1.

These people all need therapy. Emotional intelligence so low.

That murderous unilateral motivation seems to have cooled - 'Charles doin' what he did' is third on his list of things that took their toll. Not to minimise his pain, but everyone else has experienced those things too. Many had it worse. Scott, for example, was tortured for six months with his eyes sewn shut and a broken back (which... healed somehow.) If someone else was doing this he'd call them out at best, more likely he'd tell them to get over it. This is #Logan Behavior, though it's weird he doesn't mention Daken's death.

Brief aside - was he truly needed in the pack? I can't see what use a throng of wolves would have for a naked guy with opposite sleep patterns, very different dietary requirements, and the inability to breed with them. His presence got them killed. He was tolerated at best, more likely an imposition. Kevin Costner motherfucker.

I'm 99% sure this is next chronologically. Scott says Logan was 'in the area so he asked him to investigate' - 'the area' being Santo Marco, a fictional South American country that Magneto briefly conquered in 1963. The X-Men answered his distress call.

No mention of Chuck here, and he greets Scott warmly. No thank you though. They patch him up back at the Factory. Looks like he does have use for X-Men.

Wolverine can absolutely give up. It's his thing.

From 'I never should have left the woods' this has to be after Wolverine #1, but before Uncanny X-Men #1-4, because that takes place over a few days and the phone call between Rogue and Scott implies so. We only get the end of this conversation, but it's very safe to assume it was a soft recruitment offer and assumption of a family relationship. No mention of Chuck here either. He claims he's done, citing Krakoa as a loss. It is a loss, but it also bought back the 16 million Genoshan dead and established a mutant paradise in a heaven dimension - one he could have gone to.

Also, Logan didn't build shit. He had nothing to do with Genosha, in fact he opposed and obstructed it. He bailed on Utopia and the narrative kept genocidal threats away from the school. He had little to do with building Krakoa itself and while he went on the missions he was asked to, he remained a skeptic the entire time. He didn't trust the island and lived on the moon in a polycule. Anyway, he tells Scott not to come looking for him. I promise you he wouldn't say that to Jean.

Sure, stay in the woods, idiot. Get more wolves killed.

She's right, they're not strategists.

Looks like he's fine hanging out with Rogue and Gambit. Rogue seemed fine with joining Cyclops and co, but doesn't argue at all when Logan (who is hours away from leaving and has no intention of staying) shoots it down for... reasons? They were X-Men enough when they rescued him from Santo Marco, ingrate.

Neither should struggle to imagine a community 'run' by Scott Summers. Logan has been living with him for at least 3 years and he wasn't everywhere when Logan and Jean were banging. Rogue was on a Krakoan X-Men team with Scott and he and Jean prepped new leaders and stepped back. They all considered themselves Krakoan and Scott 'lived to serve.' How does it end this way? The Chuck question answers itself, though Logan doesn't say 'I wish Magneto didn't stop me killing him' or something. Scott? Uhhh, you took this misanthrope's grumbling as gospel. Go to Alaska and say hi! Or maybe he'll call you. Kate? Uhm, she just told you. She broke in Fall of X, you know this.

Interestingly, Logan uses the term 'fill Chuck's chair.' I thought he was quitting the parts that don't work? 'Why do you even want to?' should be self explanatory. Rogue receives a phone call after this from Scott, and she says he's 'the last person she wants to speak to.' Maybe Logan is right and he shouldn't be around people. He infected Rogue with Scott haterism very quickly.

The Outliers show up and less than a day later he leaves, heading for the nearest forest. Even the swamp hag that guts him thinks he's a whining bitch. Logan is aware that Rogue's group are planning a prison break, that children are being hunted, though it doesn't stop him leaving.

Put all this together and it paints a very human portrait of a traumatized person pushing everyone away, albeit in the most immature way possible. This is what Magneto referred to when he said Logan Behavior, and he's right. If I was talking about a real life person it'd be unforgivably callous, but I'm not. I wrote this piece to interrogate his continuity from Krakoa to FTA, and I was expecting it to make less sense to be honest. As I said, this is textbook trauma response. It portrays that well, but the whiplash of Logan going from 'murder Chuck no matter the collateral damage' to 'Chuck did bad things but Cyclops is worse - don't be friends with him, Rogue' is severe and unsatisfying.

Uncanny #700 was one of the last things written for Krakoa, so it's likely that information wasn't available for FTA writers. Except Logan and Kate had both sworn they'd kill Chuck with plenty of notice, so I don't think that deserves a pass. Is anyone surprised by this? Maybe I should just write a post that says 'From The Ashes doesn't care about smooth continuity and has clumsily broken up these teams by fiat. Just ask Havok, Polaris, Angel, Storm, Omega Red, Jubilee and Shogo, etc etc. Also, it's pretty fucking mid' and pin it on my Tumblr.

That's no fun though. Even when it sucks, when it's safe and nostalgic, when everything you loved has been swept away and replaced with cardboard cutouts, when it's 'fine I guess', and even when it's great; the play's the thing. I love the X-Men and fans have as much ownership of the story as anyone. Not entitlement, just the right to be a part of the narrative, close to the characters. I find it fun and if I ever don't I'll stop (or spend a few years covering Krakoa). I hope you do too. Importantly, you should be critical of the things you love in good faith. As for Marvel the capitalist entity - all bets are off. Fuck em. They do it for the money, we do it for the love.

[narkchaos02]

thought about nark and got genuinely sick to my stomach

[mo-gxn]

Hey mj! If it’s not too hard could I have a Nark kiss? (No pressure ofc!!!!!) they’re like my favorite rn I can’t get them out of my head

here’s a fresh one, with the late teen designs i have cause i was bored, and there are two that aren’t as serious under the cut ⬇️ enjoy🤭🤭

i love them dearly. i love drawing them. i’m not sorry.

[flameof]

Alright, so!

Given the whole MangaDex DMCA thing, I'll be uploading any and all new translations I do right here. Simple, easy.

So, that said, here's chapter 40 of Symphogear Shirabe Meshi

And hey, I can at least talk a bit about the process here! Kinda like what I do in the Author's Notes sections of my AO3 uploads, and with this chapter in particular, I kinda do feel the need to talk myself through the logic of it all.

From what I could glean from translating this chapter, the general story is; Serena's eating habits are a result of her connection to the Nephilim, and the constant jumping between chubby and slim is not good for her health, thus leading to the idea that it might be safer to seal the Nephilim away again. Serena, determined, decides to go on a one-day long fast to prove she can control that gluttonous influence, and Maria, in a moment of being 'not a very good sister', continuously tries to tempt Maria into eating, because feeding both Serena and the Nephilim is very taxing on the budget. But, eventually, Elfnein realises that the connection between Serena and the Nephilim is basically the same as between the Symphogears and their users, thus, the use of Anti-LiNKER can help neutralise some of that connection. Unfortunately for Maria, Serena's still a big eater.

... Oh, and Shirabe and Kirika were there, too.

O' course, I know my translations aren't the best, but... I don't see anyone else doing them. It's how I got started down this road in the first place.

On a different topic, if anyone wants to reupload this to one of those other manga aggregate sites that I won't name under risk of accidentally narking, then please, go right ahead. I promise I won't stop you. Heck, add this to a massive upload of all translated chapters on the Archive, if you think that'll help preservation. I'm just here to provide the goods.

[lunarrosette]

Liking someone who’s also autistic who has the same hyperfixations and special interests is silly bc I’m just “subtly” flirting when I’m making fake “cast list” of just assigning characters to my friends

Like omg I think u would eat up Martin (it’s true they would) and I mean I’m Jon bc Jon is literally me everyone agrees

Or trust u r Curt and I am Owen

I’m not slick BUT maybe someday it’ll get there

[alix-is-o-a-k]

I audibly gasped after the cut holy shit

LARK?!?? S2 Spoilers under the cut but I think it’s funny

That feeling when you shoot your boyfriend and his arm falls off 😥

[lt-doberman]

Disposal of Angelic remains!?

A question I get asked a lot is about the disposal of super natural creatures. It’s always awkward when you dabble a little too much in magic tombs and now there’s a dead book-wyrm on your floor. However it’s a particularly confusing subject when it comes to angels and co. Here’s what you should know:

Angelic remains - such as wings or blood - is essentially like magic-nuclear waste. Call a local monster-hunter organization about the disposal and cleaning of your property, if anything angelic died on your property it is… probably not safe? In the past you could use feathers for weapon-smithing and spell crafting but recent regulations make it so the usage of these products can be highly illegal depending on where you live. So it’s best not to sell or use em 👍

"I inherited a pair of taxidermy angel wings, am I cooked?” yes, because that’s so cheesy but in actuality it is most likely not real wings. In the 1930-1940's monster hunters didn’t have as many regulations when it came to celestial bounties, yes it’s morally wrong but the ‘reward’ socially or psychically from this hunt was big. Most display wings were actually swan wings, as it was very wasteful to use angel feathers for anything other than holy blades.

Speaking of which…

"I’ve come into possession of a holy weapon, how do I dispose of it?” Now, I’m not a nark, so I’ll tell you a secret. You can own holy weapons - it’s not illegal. As long as you DO NOT use them and DO NOT sell them you’re fine. If you want to properly maintain them I will be releasing a guide on the maintenance of holy firearms later this year, once I get the material to fix my beaut’ . AND, for the record, if you do want it disposed of, there is quite a few programs created with the goal of disposing dangerous magical artifacts who would love to help.

"I bought an angels heart off—" jail. I don’t think I have to explain why.

Now, about the corpse itself, there is a few things to keep in mind before you call a huntsmen.

> any property that had angel blood in it is considered, ‘stigmatised’, which in the business is code for really fucking cursed. If you feel sick at all after coming into contact with angels call a professional.

> angel shedding / or “cruelty free” wings are a SCAM. Trust me bud, have you ever met an angel who isn’t a massive dick? Why would they give anyone their cool shit. Not only is it STILL HIGHLY ILLEGAL TO BUY IN THE STATES but it is most likely just spray painted animal feathers.

> angels are like tree trunks where you can see how old / powerful they are by how big their wings are. Trust.

If you have angel blood CALL ME, I’m not a cop we can work something out.