#wait hold on i have a whole bunch of fanart to draw now hold on-

[shivunin]

For the character meme, you know I gotta do Zevran but is it cheating to say Wen and Revka too??

hehehehe well it works out cus I wanted to do Zev c: I did my best with Wen, but I think it's a little fuzzy when she's mine.

(Character Ask thing)

Zevran:

First impression: Ohhhh this is the elf guy! The one everyone is always talking about! ...wait, hold up, I think I just killed him 😬 am I supposed to be able to do that???

Impression now: My fucked up assassin beloved. I have tried to romance others but I was always thinkin bout you. Also:

Favorite moment: "You don't want the earring, you don't get the earring." Lol. But actually, I think the moment during the confrontation with Taliesen where he chooses to defend the Warden is extremely well-written. There is such a genuine regret in his voice when he accepts that telling Taliesen no means that he will have to kill him, and it makes me wonder so much about what the two of them were like before.

Idea for a story: I have literally two whole pages in my fic idea book for Zev haha. But two favorites I haven't started yet are one where Wen is passing judgment as the Arlessa and he is just hanging out behind her throne (ostensibly as a bodyguard) making snarky remarks between hearings so she doesn't snap. Also, a time loop fic, but the concept is still vague (shhh don't look at me holding onto my "one half of the pair watches the other one die a bunch" trope again)

Unpopular opinion: this is technically an opinion on the fandom, and I think others have said it better, but the way people make Zev hypersexual all the time/the way people write and draw him a sex object makes me really uncomfortable. There is an element of the "sexy Latin lover" stereotype in his writing that I...don't think a large section of the fandom is really interested in unpacking or understanding. I think his relationship with sex is actually really fascinating and sad (I wrote my Salshira before I knew much about Zev, but the two of them have a lot in common with the way they feel about/act toward intimacy despite having very different backgrounds) but I don't think it's as clear-cut as "Zevran has a very high libido and constantly wants sex/wants to seduce people." (I wrote like....two more paragraphs of this but I will leave it there I think haha. I don't want to go too hard too early here and I have so many thoughts.)

Favorite relationship: Alistair? It's hard to choose because I think Zev has really interesting dialogue with most of them, but I especially enjoy the dynamic between Zev and Alistair. They have such drastically different views of the world and I think (biased because I always romance him but) Alistair's dialogue with him if the Warden is romancing Zev says a lot about both of them. I also enjoy Leliana and Zev (I like that she is just. not really here for his nonsense) but he and Alistair make me laugh more c:

Favorite headcanon: I feel like they all just flew out of my head. Oops. I do like the headcanon that Zev gives at least some of the others tattoos/he did some of his own tattoos. I think it could be a really interesting thing about reclaiming bodily autonomy for Zev to tattoo himself. Also that he's a bottle blond (but I'm weak for fanart of Zev w dark hair).

Arianwen:

First impression: I first knew who she was going to be when I played through the very beginning of the origin. She was covered in that poor girl's blood and I thought "oh I would snap. All these assholes are dead" and the rest is history!

Impression now: My sweet, murderous baby girl. She is allowed to kill whomever she wants, as a treat.

Favorite moment: Hmm I haven't posted it, but there's a moment when she wakes up with Zevran for the first time (well into their relationship) and she realizes that she...actually wants to live. That she likes being alive, and that she likes that he's a part of her life, and that she doesn't want to have already died anymore. And I think it's really lovely (especially when she continues to be like "But We Don't Have Time to Unpack All of That" for several months)

Idea for a story: Again, so many lol. My favorite unwritten one is her battle with Loghain, because I think choosing to fight him is a turning point for her.

Unpopular opinion: Uhhhhh.....I think by virtue of her being mine, all of my Wen opinions are popular opinions. I guess: it's fucked up that she can't write to her family and tell them she didn't die at Ostagar, because I think at minimum she would have told Shianni. Alas, I also like the idea of them holding a funeral for her, so it will just have to remain fucked up.

Favorite relationship: Torn bw her and Ali and her and Morrigan. Haven't shared any of the latter, but I like their "we are going to sit in complete silence and that is fine with both of us" early-game vibes. Wen misses Morrigan a lot when she takes off, and I think the intensity of the loss took her by surprise.

Favorite headcanon: It's all headcanon c: But I think she visits Soris a lot after he leaves the alienage and she is just the Cool Aunt to his many children. It's one of the few places she is only herself, not the Hero of Ferelden or the Arlessa or anything else. She teaches them how to pick locks and fight, of course, to Soris's chagrin (though he comes to admit it's practical in time)

Revka:

First impression: Oooh pretty! 👀

Impression now: I am holding her gently in my hands, absolute wife material, nobody talk to me

Favorite moment: Her tearing through the Circle Tower to find Ceral is *chef's kiss* one of my favorite tropes! I love how much she loves him.

Idea for a story: Wen and Rev begrudgingly trading off Warden-Commander duties. I think it would be funny and they could always try to bribe each other to get out of things, which offers an absolute wealth of story opportunities.

Unpopular opinion: hmmmm I feel like this doesn't apply?

Favorite relationship: I haven't seen much of her dynamic with the rest of the party, but I like the dynamic you've built between her and Ceral (and of course Wen and Revka's friends to lovers pining thing in our throuple au, but it felt like cheating to say so first c:)

Favorite headcanon: Secret bookshelf room with all her smut in Vigil's Keep. Secret smut library with nice comfy couch and nice convenient fireplace.

[dailylogyn]

Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife? 

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple. 

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings. 

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness. 

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric. 

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity. 

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her. 

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.) 

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost. 

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be. 

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki. 

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife. 

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer. 

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.  

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship. 

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other. 

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation​ was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way. 

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology. 

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want. 

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you. 

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

[factual-fantasy]

I gots 20 more asks for yalls :}

That’s so something he’d try, but of course everyone around him would stop him because duh, that’s a sure way to lose a finger. XD

Oh, I’m sorry, but due to my energy levels being through the floor, I’m not really taking requests at this time.. <:{

Happy new year to you too! I uh.. wish I could say I did heh..

Thank you! However uh.. I don’t think I’m going to be up for drawing anyone's suggestions. My energy has been completely drained lately and I have no energy to draw anything other than things I personally really want to.

I’m not usually one for live action movies, or particularly scary ones for that matter. But I’ll keep that one in mind. :}

Wh-where you goin?? I didn’t get to say I love you too!

Hi, thank you, glad to hear that you like my headcannons. :}

Although unfortunately I don’t have much to say about what I think would happen after the incident. :{

Perhaps the crew would be a little shaken after hearing about Pesos broken flipper? Injuries like that are a big deal, Peso is basically completely out of commission until he recovers. And that might stress the crew out a bit, you know, not having their medic firing on all cylinders for a while.

And I feel like Peso would have to teach some of the crew, like Kwazii and the Captain some extended first aid because no one knew what to do with his broken flipper. He would have to teach the crew first aid and some other important things because he cant always be there for them when something goes wrong.

I feel like it would bug the Captain somehow as well that Peso broke his arm. Like, he’s the Captain, how did he let this happen? Even though the situation couldn’t be helped, I feel like he’d still feel guilty over it all somehow.

Kwazii would probably hover around Peso a lot too. He’d be so worried for his little buddy and would want to constantly check up on him. He’d probably play games with him, talk, do puzzles, whatever, just to keep the little guy company and help him feel better. Because despite how calm Peso seemed when it was first broken, I feel like it would freak him out later in. I know I would be too scared to move or even look at my arm if I broke it. Just the knowledge that the bones inside my arm are all screwed up would freak me out too much to do anything.

With Peso, I feel like he was calm because he was on a bit if an adrenalin rush, and after he calmed down I bet it really start to hurt. That could be why Kwazii spent so much time with him, he was just upset and hurting and just wanted someone to hang out with him until he got better.

A lot of artists seem to like fanart for some reason. I personally don’t..

It feels kind’a like you stole my character or idea and decided that you were going to do what ever you wanted with it. Which I know isn’t the case but that’s just how it feels.

It doesn't feel like a gift, it just feels like you stole something from me you know?

Fanart just doesn’t feel good to me, I cant understand why some artists like it. And I don’t understand why I don’t like it either, it just feels bad for some reason. Me not liking fanart is why I urge people to make sure the artist is okay with fanart before you draw something for them. <:}

Thank you, its nice to hear that you actually wanted to get all caught up heh.. Yeah I guess I started drawing a bunch of Octonauts stuff out of no where huh? When times get this low you just kind’a slink away into your comfort shows right? S’all normal.

As for going through a rough time? I sure am, we all are. I thought it was rough a few weeks ago, but now things have just come crashing down on me, and I cant even talk about it on here.

Thank you very much for all the kind words and encouragement! I really appreciate it, that’s just what I needed to hear. <:} ❤

I watched it, and man I cant wait to see what they do with that new gup! 

I was going to leave a link to the video here, but when I tried to go to the link you sent me the video had been removed..

As someone who is terrified of bees and other bugs, they better not come back.

Aww thank you! I’m very glad you like what I make! :}

I use FireAlpaca. Its a free art program that is simple enough that beginners can get the hang of digital art pretty easily, but has enough features to make some really complicated pieces. I’ve seen that you can even animate with it although I’ve never really gotten the hang of it..

Its got its weird quirks and there are a few annoying buggy things here and there that take some getting used to, but overall 8/10 would recommend. :}

Its interesting, although I don’t personally hold it as one of my headcannons, I have no issue with anyone that does. :}

Aww thank you, so far its been.. well terrible, but uh. hoping for a brighter future.. 

As for how they’d react to rain? Hmm..

I had this idea that the first time Bulkhead experienced rain he was out somewhere with Miko goofing around. It started to rain and at first Miko was just annoyed, thinking she’d have to go back to the base.

But then Bulkhead out of no where starts to flip out, he scoops up Miko, transforms and speeds away, all the while clearly having some kind of panic attack. He races to a nearby cliff and rushes into a little cave for cover. He’s rattling and is asking Miko questions like, “A-Are you okay? Did it get you?- W-We’re you burned??” Miko gets him to chill out a little and he manages explain why he’s freaking out.

Even after Miko comes out of cover and dances in the rain to show him that its safe, Bulkhead is still too frightened to go out there. He’s spent his whole life being afraid of rain because he knows that it burns you and can even kill you if you’re in it for too long.. So even though he’s being shown right before his optics that, clearly, its safe. That primal fear of rain is too much for him and he doesn’t move. 

They eventually called for a ground bridge and Bulkhead bolted through the rain and raced through it. He told the other bots about rain and how Miko claims that its safe on this planet, but that still didn’t stop them from experiencing that same primal fear when they came into contact with rain themselves.

There was supposed to be another time when Ratchet and Arcee were taking the kids home from the Base. Arcee had Jack and Ratchet had Miko and Raf.

They were almost into town when It started to trickle. Jack was surprised that it was going to rain in Jasper of all places, but he was also annoyed because he was going to get wet. But then Arcee and Ratchet both hit the brakes and freeze up. “Did you feel that?” Jacks about to ask “feel what?” when Ratchet says “Yeah, yeah I did..” Raf asked Ratchet what is wrong, but then the rain really picked up. Out of no where Ratchet starts freaking out, “RAIN!! GET TO COVER!!” Arcee and Ratchet Floor it for town. 

They rush into town and find cover in a run down gas station that’s on the edge of town. Ratchet’s alt form is literally shaking and Arcee is really freaking out. Both of their primal fears making them forget that rain is safe on this planet.

“Are you okay? Jack? Ratchet? How bad are your burns?“ Jacks just like “huh??” But Ratchet goes “I-I don’t know, I don’t feel anything yet, were you burned?” Jack tries to say something but Arcee goes, “No I don’t think so, Jack gave me cover, are you alright Jack? Were you burned?” Finally Jack gets a moment to talk and asks what the heck is going on. They explain that on their planet rain is acidic, Jack then stands in the rain to prove that its okay, but just like Bulkhead they’re still scared.

Miko gets out and jumps around in the rain to show that its safe while Raf tries to explain to them that its really only water. They’re both not convinced and stay put. Raf gets out, cups his hands together and collects some rain water. He brings the water up to Arcee and Ratchet to show them that its just water. He even drinks some of it to prove that its really okay and not acid.

This convinces Arcee and she slowly inches out into the rain, eventually managing to get into it. Although she’s still nervous, after realizing that its safe she encourages Ratchet to follow suit,

Ratchet manages to inch his way out too and they both shakily take the kids back home. They come back to base and tell everyone their story, but again, that fear of the rain cant be reasoned with right away. It takes a bot to experience it personally to help them realize that this planets rain is harmless.

With Bumblebee and Smokescreen it could’ve been just like Bulkhead. Out with one of the kids, it starts to rain, the bot panics and the kid calms them down and explains that its just water. With Optimus, I feel like a human wouldn’t have been around to explain it to him. There could have been a time where he was out on a solo mission and it began to rain.

Like every other bot, Optimus has this instinct to hide from the rain, so he does and finds cover. He contacts Ratchet and tells him the situation, Ratchet tells him that he’s been in the rain before and it shouldn’t hurt him. Optimus is still nervous but he steps out from undercover, sees that its okay and moves on without really mentioning it to anyone back at base. The very same thing could’ve happened to Ultra Magnus later on now that I think about it..

With Wheeljack? Imagine him, Bulkhead and Miko were out driving somewhere, Miko is with Bulk and Jackie is following behind them. It starts to rain and it freaks Bulkhead out a little but he’s mostly okay, Miko reminding him that its harmless. Meanwhile Jackie slams on the gas and swerves off the road into the forest. Clearly no one told him that Earths rain isn’t acidic.

Bulkhead follows him and finds him in his alt form rattling and tucked really tightly underneath a big tree. They’re trying to talk to him and get him to relax but he’s clearly stressed out. Miko climbs out, goes up to him and manages to talk him down. Explaining that Earth is different than Cybertron, and that their rain is not toxic or acidic. Its just water. He calms down enough to come out of hiding but he’s still clearly on edge. He sticks close to Bulkhead and doesn’t talk much for the rest of their trip.

I feel like all transformers, con or bot, had a freaking out over rain moment at some point. Except for soundwave probably, I think he’d feel a liquid falling on him from the sky and not react because it doesn't hurt.

“The Octonauts is a British children's television series, produced by Silvergate Media for the BBC channel CBeebies, and based on the children's books written by Vicki Wong and Michael C. Murphy.

The show follows an underwater exploring crew made up of stylized anthropomorphic animals, a team of eight adventurers who live in an undersea base, the Octopod, from which they go on undersea adventures with the help of a fleet of aquatic vehicles.

Although its technology is fictional, the exotic creatures and locations that the crew encounter are based on real marine animals in their natural habitats. The show's subject matter has been compared to that of Star Trek and Thunderbirds blended with Jacques Cousteau. The show was animated in Ireland by Brown Bag Films for its first four series. The show was renewed for a fifth series in 2018, with Canada's Mainframe Studios taking over animation work.

Two new "movies" have been available on Netflix only since October 2020: The Octonauts and the Caves of Sac Actun (which takes place in a cenote in Mexico) and Octonauts and the Great Barrier Reef (a musical)”

I feel like this quote from the Octonauts wiki does a better job of explaining it than I ever could. :}

I feel sorry for the poor thing. <:{

It was a Gup destined for greatness someday, but because of unfortunate circumstances it was converted into an artificial reef.

Its just like the old Octopod. Destined for greatness, just imagine all the adventures that ship could’ve had with the crew.. But because sea creatures got to it before they could, it was doomed to a life of darkness at the bottom of the ocean. 

I feel bad for those poor Gups and other mechs that just didn’t make it.. 😔

No I still have some bread left over, here  (╯°▽°)╯🍞 Sorry, it might be a wee bit stale.

Oh I bet he gets hurt all the time and tries to play it of a bit so he can keep running around. Usually he does something stupid and gets hurt and he’s too embarrassed to really go to Peso about it. Or sometimes the injury would seem insignificant to him or the pain is tolerable enough that he thinks it’ll just go away eventually.

Maybe Kwazii doesn’t really avoid Peso’s care on purpose? Maybe he could have a high pain tolerance? Like, imagine he does something kind’a dumb and as a result gets his arm got stick under the Gup-B or something. When he frees himself his arm does hurt a bit, but it looks fine to him so he just thinks “eh”. He figures that the Gup-B isn’t very big or heavy, his arm wasn’t stuck for very long, what could possibly be wrong with it?

He comes back to the Octopod and casually tells the Captain what happened. The Captain seeing Kwazii gritting his teeth and holding his bent out of shape arm like that instantly made him turn right around and go get Peso. Peso wants to examine his arm but Kwazii’s all like, “Nah its fine me hearty, Its probably just some bruising.”

Well, put his arm through an X-ray and turns out what do you know he broke his arm in three places.

And Kwazii’s just as surprised as everyone else that his arm is broken. He’s like, “It was only the Gub-B! Is it really heavy enough to crush my arm??” And the Captains like, “The gup was ON your arm?? Of course that can break it!”

XD I bet Kwazii gives everyone a headache.

Thank you! :} And well, its more innocent than you might think. People have wondered if they were self harm hints or something more dark like that, but really its not that at all.

You see, I’m a bit of a clean freak. I usually wash my hands up to 40 times a day, no exaggeration. I would usually wash my hands with dish soap, which really does a number on your skin.

So, washing my hands 40 times a day with dish soap, plus drawing on paper for several hours a day meant that my hands were so utterly dry that they’d bleed. My hands were always bleeding and covered in Band-Aids like 24/7.

All of this was going on around the time I made my blog and designed my little avatar character. I wanted to give my character something unique, like an accessory of some kind. Like gloves, a watch, a scarf, a bag, something. 

Then I looked at my hands and thought you know? What if this strange aspect of myself was added to my character? Its ominous, its unique, it looks cool.. I think I’ll do that.

So now my avatar has bloodied banged all over its hands. Later on down the road today I try to wash my hands a wee bit less and I lather my hands in lotion religiously now. So my hands are much better and don’t bleed anymore. But those bloodied hands are now like a trademark of my character, so I haven’t removed them,

Although with this new uh, “playful” cat I have, I suppose the Bandages now resemble my real hands once again haha.

I looked it up and I didn’t find any info saying that its common or even normal for cats to have just one baby. So its safe to assume that Kwazii must have had at least a few siblings. As to where they are or what happened to them?. Well..

The life of a pirate is a dangerous one. And I find it odd that with how often he’s mentioned his Grandfather, he’s never mentioned any siblings..

Perhaps... they’re.. you know.. dead? Kwazii’s Grandfather could be the last living member of his family. Which is why if he ever mentions his family or his pirate days, he only ever talks about his Grandpa. Maybe talking about his siblings would be too much for him?..

Man, I gotta polish that into a headcannon or something, that stuff is angsty as crap. Imagine if he was attached to the Octonauts in a way no body really understood? What if his old crew was like his mom, dad, siblings etc, and he mostly became an Octonaut because he had no where else to go after loosing them? Now that his family are all gone and his Grandpa is missing, all he has is this new crew. He would become hyper attached to his new crew and all of his care and tenderness comes from a fear of losing them just like he did his real family. 

[colour-outside-the-liness]

Hey, I'm doing good too. Just normal amounts of stressful stuff right now. Just moved to a country I've never been to before but can't complain, things are not as hard as the last time I did this so. Thanks for asking! Yeah, I saw you posting about some pretty scary health issues before, I'm glad you came out of that alive and hope you're healthier now!

The nerve some people have! Haha I know I would be pissed if people were questioning my intelligence like that especially after a couple of drinks in haha. Though I do like taunting people when I play group games, I'll be like "don't need to try that hard guys, you're gonna lose anyway" just to mess with them or just call people sore losers if they accuse me of cheating haha (they're probably right on the accusations tho). People get real mad sometimes it's kinda funny. 😂

Omg literally laughed out loud reading this! Hahaha, how did you manage to fall over a road sign then end up in a ditch? lol omg hope you didn't get hurt too bad 😂 I was trying to downplay my drunken escapades but since you shared yours I should tell you my worst one:

I was at this summer street party at night and got drunk on something made out of tropical herbs and cachaça (which is about 48% alcohol), drank 3 and a half bottles of that like it was apple juice, made friends with a bunch of strangers in a bathroom queue (who tried to talk to me weeks later but I had no idea who they were), had to be held by my best friend while I peed (mostly missing the toilet), fell in the middle of the street and scraped my knee, threatened this boy who was helping me walk and told him not to try anything funny or I would beat him up, then dragged my friends to the beach and left them shortly after to go make out with my ex, came back with lipstick all over my mouth and chin and when my friends asked what I was doing I said I was just talking to my ex and they were like NO YOU WERE NOT, hahaha then I kissed all my girl friends on a dare and we danced under the full moon, then I told my best friend I had to puke so she took me to the ocean but I changed my mind and happened to step on a dead turtle on the way back and started crying bc of it, but last month my best friend told me it was a rock I had stepped on (I believed it was a dead turtle for 7 years!). Had the worst hangover of my life the next day. ✌️✨

Ah I'm happy you liked it! I've never listened to Six musical before but it sounds fun! I can see why you like it haha made me want to dance around my apartment 💃. And hey if liking musicals is your thing then it's great, I'm sure Hozier will understand if he's not your top artist of the year. 😋 Here's my "damie" Pinterest board if you or anyone else wants to check it out, totally recommend making one if you're a visual person like me!

https://pin.it/UcHVlkq

Oh I could talk about Dani and Jamie forever I think. I love the beast in the jungle speech too and it's so painful to watch, VP delivered that beautifully, but I have to admit I'm always a crying mess from episode 1 when older Jamie starts reciting that song about being sad while waiting for her lover to return, this show is fucking cruel I hate it and love it at the same time hahaha. Omg your mom 😂 but I mean it's truly an honor to be compared to someone like Dani, no? She's really great even if she needs a little help haha (don't we all).

Aaah you're amazing! Thank you so much, I'll read this pirate AU soon!

I used to draw a lot, really loved doing it when I was a kid as I said before, and all throughout adulthood too but I haven't done that in almost a year now bc I've got a bit of a case of burnout I guess, it just takes a lot of effort to do it when it shouldn't be like that at all. I used to do fanart too, for other fandoms. Even made one for Dani x Jamie but ended up not liking how it turned out haha. I've got a lot of respect for writers and fanfic writers also! Yall can make words make sense in really interesting and beautiful ways, build worlds so enthralling I can see them vividly in my head. Writing is such an incredibly fascinating skill to have! And I guess the most important thing is that we enjoy doing these things right? Even if we think we're not particularly good at it.

Anyway, have a lovely weekend! 👋✨

Good I'm glad you're doing great but sorry you're dealing with stressful stuff!! Hope living in a new country goes well for you I'm so jealous that you've lived in different countries I'd love to live somewhere else even if just for s few years!! Awwh thank you so much I definitely came out of it alive and am feeling so much better now thank you I mean I do some pretty ditzy things so when people say it to me it's pretty deserved sometimes, I'm secretly smart and people just don't expect it so I never mind too much haha I might have to start saying the things that you do and just taunting them over it I mean, I usually do win even when they make me answer different questions so I will definitely have to start saying things like that to them Haha I love that you're just like "yeah they're probably right in their accusations" I agree seeing how mad some people get over games and stuff is funny (it's me I'm people I hate loosing games depending on what it is and I am very competitive) So it was very dark and all we had for light was my roommates flashlight on her phone but while we were walking home a friend of ours that lived else where kept texting her to make sure we were still safe (my phone as dead at this point) so while she was texting him her flashlight was facing down and someone had moved this road sign to the footpath and it was on that sits on the floor so while I couldn't see it I walked into it and fell over it but while I feel I grabbed hold of it and flipped with it and fell in a ditch with it on top of me... I was fine and was just laid laughing while my friend looked down at me and in the most northern accent ever just said "get up you dickhead." and helped me off of the floor and then asked if I was okay... and I was so it was all good!! Haha 😂 I love this drunken story that sounds like one hell of a night and is a roller coaster from start to finish!! I'm sorry you thought you had stood on a dead turtle for 7 years though, someone really should've told you that it was just a rock!! But that sounds like my kind of night!! I love nights like that... stories that will last a life time... the only down side is the hangover... luckily I have only ever had one hang over in my life and it wasn't the morning after the road sign fiasco... I felt surprisingly good the morning after that haha 😂 It's such a good musical it's about Henry VIII wives and I just love everything to do with his wives and that musical is so much fun and actually gives a little insight to the lives the six Tudor queens had away from Henry and with him because at school we're mainly just taught about him which sucks!! I loved the Hozier song and am definitely gonna have to listen to more of his stuff!! I love musicals so much I mainly listen to musical soundtracks at the minute- usually, Legally Blonde and Six on repeat haha 😂 Ooo thank you I will definitely check out this Pinterest board thanks for sending it to me!! I could talk about them forever too... since watching Bly Manor my niece has been asking me so many questions about it and I am more than happy to talk to her about it haha!! The beast in the jungle speech just breaks my heart every time I relate to it so much and VP just delivers it so beautifully!! Oh yeah now I know at the beginning that it's older Jamie I am just a wreck the whole show is just so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time I LOVE IT!! Even though it makes me sob- I keep putting myself through it!! I mean, yeah I was happy that she said it Dani is great but it was the way she said it... my mum can be something else sometimes... she said she thought Dani was like me the first time she does the accent when she says "I've fallen quite in love with London" because I just randomly do accents a lot too but it was the way she was like "She needs help... but I like her she reminds me of you" I was just like... "Should I go get help?" I still don't know the answer to my question about if I need help or not but I mean I probably do need it You're welcome I really hope you like it!! It's a

great fic I love it!! Yeah I get that if stuff starts taking too much effort and burns you out you're not gonna wanna keep doing it so it's understandable that you stopped!! I think fan art is great and I really would love to be able to do it myself but I just don't have the skill it takes!! Awwh it's a shame you didn't like the Dani x Jamie one you did I would've loved to have seen it!! Honestly there are so many talented writers out there and when I read their fics I am just in awe of the worlds they have built and the stories they have created we are so blessed in this fandom to have so many amazing writers and so many amazing fics out there Oh yeah definitely its important to enjoy what you do!! I know I love writing and love writing fics for Dani and Jamie so I think I'll be doing it for a while even if I'm not great at it haha Awwh thank you very much I hope you have a great weekend too!! ☺️

[spongebob-connoisseur]

(Sorry for the spamming with my opinions but hhhh) I just couldn’t stop thinking about this whole ‘spongeboomer’ stuff.

As that disgusting event happened on the SB cosplayer post, which weren’t the sb-boomers, more like plain stupids, there were other issue that triggered me when I read comments on the official IG account. For Thanksgiving, they posted an artwork made by one of their storyboard artist, which imo opinion was a really creative way to show how the families will mostly spend that holiday. However the very ‘clever’ “fans” could only say that the new design of the characters were bad and they miss the old ones.... I’m sure the admins facepalmed as much as I did, and they had to write a comment stating it had been a personal artwork, aka a fanart of the storyboard artist, not any kind of official art. This triggered me, because I’m also an artist and even in the team who works on the show have different artstyles, and they just tried to show it. This is how spongeboomers understand art and animation, why are we surprised they don’t like the change of the animation style?

It saddens me they go that far they harrass the crew, invading their personal life. The fact they did that with poor Hillenburg for the reason of ‘saving the show’ just makes my heart broken: he was probably sick enough in those times, yet they didn’t leave him alone. Now that he unfortunately passed away, they feel even more free to continue talking shit about the show and blaming on the members: the writers (the old and new ones) and the animators mostly - who work hard on each and every frame to keep the show going. I can see the VA cast enjoys doing that too, they are so enthusiastic about it, watching the interviews uplifts me. One of those BTS/interview kind where they talked about the SB’s big birthday blowout, Lawrence, who was a co-writer of that episode, said he couldn’t wait for everyone to see that episode - which melted my heart yet break it because those annoying ‘fans’ will continue to bring it down, telling how this series turned into piece of crap. I just soo soo agree with everything you said in the recent posts/answers!

In the end, they tend to forget what’s the show really is about, what Hillenburg’s aim was with that. We just can’t have this kind of community of a cartoon which highlight love, accept and optimisim. So sorry for this long ass paragraph😅

Hey its okay! I enjoy reading these anyways and they're always fun to answer!

But yeah I fully agree with everything you said. While the SB cosplay was just because of racists (and as of lately instagram seems to have a growing racism problem as of late)

Stuff that goes on with the SB insta and some self proclaimed "true SB fans" is concerning and the things they do are just awful. They are ready to praise the show when they post a clip from a classic episode and so quick to tear it down when they show a clip from a modern episode.

And they really do the worst when someone has the guts to disagree or share their opinion.

This isn't very different compared to what they do on twitter anyways. I think thats the worst since they spam p0rn in the replies to every single post for months. And like I said before, keep bugging the writers about their personal lives.

Hillenburg worked on the show the best he could even while sick! That's what makes me upset sometimes. He really wanted to work on the show for as long as his health would allow him and he really did his best but these spongeboomers expecting him to be some sort of messiah to return the show to season 2-3 carbon copies and reject anything that doesn't fit that ideal in their heads. They don't really want his creative input on the show. They just want a recreation of their nostalgia.

They nitpick everything and don't even see the irony in their behavior and they're so selfish.

That storyboard artist who got their art featured sounds so so sweet. They took time out of their free time to make that and they have the audacity to nitpick it and whine?? Like jeez spongebob's art style is the most inconsistent. Literally episode to episode has different styles especially in the classic seasons, not to mention like you said, storyboard artists have different ways of drawing things. Its a bit of individuality which adds a nice touch. Honestly these people deserve the same hate they give others to really understand what kind of damage they are causing.

Spongeboomers really don't understand the process of animation. I've noticed this a lot with the very toxic parts of cartoon critical people. Who really don't understand animation or anyway how it works and act like they know more than people who spent years at this craft refining it. Of course you are free to critique things but there's a difference between critiquing and talking out of your ass.

(Also I find it funny how they complain about how the new SB movie is a ripoff of Have You Seen This Snail? When HILLENBURG literally pitched this idea since the very beginning. Gary getting kidnapped/lost and Spongebob going to go save him is in pretty much every draft of the film that we've seen so far. even the alien cats one!)

I feel bad for all the people who worked so hard holding this show together. It wasn't just Hillenburg. There was a bunch of brilliant creative minds. Shows is a large group effort. It takes a lot of time and energy to create a single episode. They were having fun and eagar to share their work. They don't deserve the treatment they get. (Also drop the interview for SBs big birthday blowout 👀 👀 it sounds adorable)

I just wish they would get more support than hate. They get hate for every small step they take. I just want them to know how appreciated their work is and to enjoy and critique these things respectfully.

Sometimes you need to take a step back and accept this is just a fun silly innocent show and should be treated as such.

I really don't mind this at all! It was an interesting read! Sorry about the late reply but I really did enjoy reading and replying! Its fun!

[maxdark158]

CHAPTER FIVE IS HERE! ALERT THE GUARDS! The fic is almost done and I can’t even believe it... Luckily I’ll have more to write after this due to the partner fic and the sequel that I am planning.

Please check out @ozmav they started this whole au and are still an inspiration to me ^^

tw for panic attacks and violence

Characters are probably OOC because MLB is a kids show and there’s SO MUCH Batman just too much

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

As soon as Joker said those words, Marinette threw her chocolate bar at his face.

It wasn’t much, obviously. It was just a chocolate bar. But it still hit him across the eyes and distracted him long enough for her to grab the vending machine and throw that too.

Well, throw is the wrong word. She wasn’t able to pick it up and hurl it like Superman would a building, but she was able to quickly move it and sent it falling in the Joker’s direction. She saw it land but didn’t want to stick around to see him get out from under it.

“Run!” she yelled at Lila. She didn’t move right away so Marinette grabbed her wrist and pulled.

Lila began to run with her. Then she changed their course toward the elevator. Marinette didn’t like that – having to wait was bad enough, but the doors wouldn’t shut the Joker out if they sensed his limb in the way. She tried to lead Lila toward the front doors so they could get some help.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lila hissed.

“We can’t lead him to the others, and I don’t want to be trapped in an elevator with the Joker,” Marinette let go of Lila’s wrist. “Besides, the vending machine won’t hold him for long-”

Lila growled and grabbed her wrist. “I am tired of your superiority complex, Marinette-”

She ripped her wrist from Lila’s grip. “Look who’s talking! Besides, I’m only being rational. We can’t win, we need help, and our teachers and classmates won’t be able to do sh-”

The vending machine’s glass shattered when it crashed to the floor. Joker staggered up, clearly injured. Even in the dying light of the vending machine, Marinette could see his wide grin. It made her bones shiver.

“You certainly are a challenge, Parisian brat!”

She reached for her purse. She had two stale cookies, her key card, and the purse itself. She could maybe use the cookies as-

A playing card, razor-sharp, whizzed by her hand. Her purse fell to the ground, clearly cut by it.

He had projectiles. He had a deadly chemical. She had to assume that nobody was coming for her, that Joker somehow distracted them or they just didn’t care. She had nothing. She was nothing she wouldn’t ever be anything she was useless, unworthy, unlov-

Marinette ducked automatically to avoid another round of the sharp cards, the movement jarring her mind. She had to focus! She didn’t have time to panic now!

Deep Brea-

“I’m going to take great joy,” The Joker laughed, “In watching you laugh and seeing you smile, girlie. Maybe I’ll even see what you look like under that spotted skin of yours.”

Marinette tried to keep the imagery of him peeling her freckled skin off her face out of her head. It didn’t work.

His gait was slow. He was bleeding through his suit. He had to rely on the cards more. These were all good things.

Her earlier maneuver caused her to end up next to the front desk, where she was entirely visible in the only remaining light source. She could still hear the Joker’s steps and see his shadow in the dim light, but it wasn’t much. Her purse was on the ground, a few feet away, the strap cut off. These were all bad things.

She couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in, she was drowning, her lungs screamed.

But she had to do something.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lila continuing toward the elevator. When it opened, a new light source from the inside of it illuminated her and her position.

The Joker noticed – of course he did he wasn’t as stupid as Hawkmoth – and threw several sharp cards at her. Marinette yelled a warning and Lila screeched, dodging barely.

Well, mostly dodging. Several chunks of her hair were cut by the cards, but right now Marinette couldn’t care less. The elevator closed when Lila didn’t enter it.

The Joker was heading toward Lila still – No! Marinette reached up onto the desk and grabbed the first thing she could and hurled it at him.

She saw it flying – a landline phone – and heard it made contact. It was only after she threw it that she realized she should have maybe used it to call the police.

Oops.

The Joker growled. “Ed failed to mention how annoying you are. I can’t blame him. He prefers rules, regulations, patterns. He doesn’t understand anarchy. He doesn’t understand that chaos is-”

Marinette cut him off by throwing the battery-powered lamp from the desk at him. The lightbulb shattered on his jaw and plunged the entire hotel hobby into pitch-black darkness.

Marinette was now heavily disadvantaged, but so was her adversary. And hopefully, her experience in swinging around rooftops at night, and fighting akuma in pitch black rooms would help her come out on top.

Two sets of footsteps. One pair heavier, gait slow and uneven due to injury. The other lighter, along the walls across the room.

Marinette tuned the other out, focusing on the footsteps that were trying to end her life right now. She could feel the carpet underneath her bare feet, the slight sting of rugburn. It grounded her, kept her from spiraling.

“Where are you, girlie?”

She silently rolled over to her purse. The clasp would make a click when she opened it, so she didn’t. She picked up the card used to cut it, carefully, and cut it open.

Two stale cookies, her key card, and the strap that was removed from the purse earlier.

She heard his footsteps move past her and put a hand to her mouth to muffle her breathing. She heard the sound of wood being sliced – he must have thrown a bunch of cards at the desk where she once was.

Marinette, as silent as a cat, crawled along the carpeted floor toward the front doors. She still remembered the layout of the room, luckily.

“Do you know the power of laughter?” The Joker sounded further away, but not by much. His footsteps were walking away from her, toward the elevator.

It was only after Marinette had been blinded by a light that she realized she should have paid more attention to where Lila was. The girl has walked along the wall behind the desk and turned on the lights by the front door.

The Joker whirled around to see her, grabbing some cards-

No.

No, Marinette couldn’t let him do that, no no n-

“No,” she screamed, throwing a crumbling and stale cookie at the eye she could see from the side angle. It hit, and the Joker let out some strong obscenities as it did so.

Marinette noticed him trying to regain his balance and slid her room’s key card under where his feet landed. Luckily, her plan worked and he slipped cartoon-banana style onto his back while still rubbing cookie crumbs out of his eye. His fall aggravated some of the still bleeding cuts on his body if his angry scream had anything to say about it.

Lila had begun to run to the elevator. As stupid as her classmate was, Marinette was glad. The Joker was fully focused on her, and wouldn’t care that the elevator was being used so long as he was occupied with Marinette. She wouldn’t have to worry about Lila’s life.

The Joker turned to face her, eye still red from the cookie. His pant leg seemed to be more blood-soaked now and he had a few newer cuts on his jaw and neck from the lamp. And he was furious.

Very furious.

Marinette couldn’t count on any help. There was a chance that Lila would leave her to die to the Joker, hoping he would go away after she was finished. She didn’t want to assume any of the heroes were coming, she didn’t want to think of them right now.

There was no way she’d beat the Joker.

But she had to stay alive long enough to call for help herself.

“If you weren’t so resistant and,” The Joker lolled his head and grinned, “Dull, I’d consider allowing you to become my new Harley-girl.”

“I’d rather die,” Marinette said without thinking, slowly standing from the floor. She clutched her purse strap tight. Her last cookie was too crushed to use.

“And so you will,” The Joker raised his cards.

Marinette wouldn’t be able to dodge fully, but if she could avoid dying instantly she can still fight while injured – she’s done it before.

But then a vine grabbed his arm from behind her.

No, not a vine. A whip. A whip made of a vine.

“I suggest leaving the girl alone,” Marinette glanced behind her to see a woman with bright red hair and an outfit made of plants.

Poison Ivy.

She looked back to Joker, who’s grin was now a snarl.

You see, Joker was the A++ of the villains because he’s the one that got all the normal questions and all the bonus questions right. Everybody in the world knows about him. Ivy, in terms of ferocity and general evilness, she scored lower than Joker.

But the Joker is injured. He had a limp and he’s bleeding and Ivy isn’t. Plus, for all Marinette knows, the Joker has been cheating on all his tests.

Though right now who was the better villain didn’t really matter because one was trying to kill her and one was trying to save her.

Marinette rolled out of the way of the two villains and stood. Joker wasn’t focused on her; his angry eyes were trained on Ivy.

“You stole my Harley,” he growled. Marinette couldn’t find it within herself to feel an ounce of sympathy for him.

“She wasn’t ever yours,” Poison Ivy spat the name ‘yours’ like a curse.

Marinette felt like they were two nuclear bombs about to go off and she was just waiting to see who would blow up first.

It was Joker.

He grabbed onto the vine wrapped around his arm and pulled. Ivy lost her balance but let go of the vine so it hit Joker in the face as he yanked it. The vine landed near his eye that still leaked cookie crumbs and Joker howled.

Marinette tried to remember something about Ivy’s powers. She was immune to all poisons and toxins. She could make other people immune too. And…

Marinette’s eyes went to the plants by the hotel lobby’s windows. She knew they were real, she could smell it when she first walked in. Fake plants didn’t emit the same scent that she started picking up on the longer she was Ladybug.

While Joker and Ivy were fighting – Ivy just kicked him in his bad leg after he tried to use Joker Venom on her and failed – Marinette ran to the plants.

“Let’s see if I can help her,” she mumbled, picking up one of the larger pots. It had a rock about the size of papa’s fist in the pot, likely to keep it from falling over. It was still light compared to the vending machine.

“IVY!”

Poison Ivy glanced at her, then Marinette threw the pot, hoping she wasn’t skinned alive for throwing a plant. But she seemed to get the message and extended a hand out to the plant.

In midair, it expanded. Grew. The plant was well taken care of, so it grew enough that the pot burst, it’s roots hit the ground and its rapidly expanding stalk punched Joker in the throat.

It stopped growing once it hit about four and a half meters. The high ceiling of the hotel was about six meters, so nothing stopped it from falling.

She heard someone say something. It sounded like, “look out,” but Marinette was more focused on scrambling out of the way of this plant that chose to fall toward her instead of Joker.

It crashed through the window, spilling shattered glass onto the street. The sound was loud and Marinette flinched, her back against the wall adjacent to the window to avoid becoming smashed like a bug.

She barely had time to think before more playing cards were thrown at her. She hit the ground, using the huge plant as cover.

“You dirty rat,” he spat out. His voice was raw, and she couldn’t see the bruise forming on his neck. She could imagine it though.

Her lungs ached. Marinette covered her mouth and breathed in, trying not to make noise.

“You best leave her alone, Jester,” Ivy snarled. She sounded fine, slightly winded, but uninjured.

“I wanted to see the little Parisian smile,” he sounded wistful, sad. Marinette closed her eyes and remembered his face. She wouldn’t fall in his little trap. She hoped Poison Ivy wouldn’t either.

“You wanted to kill her.”

“Killing you would be a dream come true too.”

She heard more cards. She heard the vine whip being used. She heard something be sliced – the door? She heard Joker laugh.

She smelled blood.

“What?” Ivy’s breathing was labored. “You think a little flesh wound would bother me?”

“It’ll bother that brat you stole from me,” Joker sounded utterly delighted. “It’ll bother her more if she finds it on a lifeless body!”

Marinette’s heart lurched into her throat. No, no she couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t expect Ivy to save her without risking Ivy.

She still had her purse strap. Silently, Marinette moved around the plant.

She heard Ivy lash out with her whip again. It sounded slower.

Marinette ducked and rolled under a stalk that was high enough off the ground to go under.

After a brief scuffle, she heard something else being sliced. It hit the ground, and for a moment Marinette panicked before realizing it was too light to be Poison Ivy.

While crawling, her hand landed on some far-reaching glass from the knocked over vending machine. The pain registered, but Marinette didn’t care about it for long.

“You bastard,” Ivy sounded winded. She had to help, please let her be able to help.

Her eyes landed on a rock, one about the size of papa’s fist. The one in the pot earlier. She picked it up carefully and began tying her purse strap around it. It wouldn’t have as much range as her yoyo, and it would be heavier, but it was better than nothing.

“Afraid you can’t beat me without your little plant?”

She turned, now past the plant and on the side with Joker and Poison Ivy. Her newly-made weapon in hand, she crawled slowly and silently behind Joker. She was still under a large leaf, so Ivy didn’t see her. She could see both their legs and the cut whip at the ground.

“I think you’re underestimating me.”

Marinette could see blood trickling down Ivy’s left leg. She was bleeding much faster than the Joker was. She pushed forward, ending up behind Joker. His legs were within arm’s reach.

“There’s not much to underesti-”

She swung her rock-and-purse-strap yoyo as hard and fast as she could at the Joker’s injured knee. She heard his leg crunch under the force, saw his leg beds an unnatural angle before he fell, heard his scream.

Marinette felt sick.

All she could cause is pain all she can do is hurt she’s useless she can’t save anyone-

“You,” Joker’s words are muffled against the carpet of the hotel lobby. He calls says a word in English she doesn’t know. It rhymed with the English word witch.

“Takes one to know one,” Poison Ivy huffs out.

Then the other window – the one that wasn’t shattered by the plant – shatters. A dark and cloaked figure looks odd standing under the lights of the hotel lobby.

“Poison Ivy,” he paused, just then noticing the Joker.

“I can see I’m not needed anymore,” she turned around, “I was just here to save the kid, no need to arrest me this time.”

The Joker laughed. “You call her a kid?” he asked. “She threw a vending machine at me! Broke my leg! This brat is not a kid, she’s a menace!”

Her breath left her. She’s a menace, a villain, a revolting person…

Marinette looked at her hands. They were bloody.

She barely heard him repeat menace a few times before his breathing evened, likely falling asleep. Poison Ivy made no further comment as she walked out of the miraculously still functioning door. Marinette didn’t hear it close until two pairs of footsteps walked in.

“Batman, why’d you let Ivy walk ou- oh,” a voice she didn’t hear at the manor, Damian’s older brother, spoke. Dick Grayson, his name was.

“Father,” Marinette froze at Damian’s voice. “What is Joker doing here?”

“It appears she was rescuing…” Batman paused, clearly still trying to asses the situation.

Marinette is an idiot. She must be, because she chose that moment to shakily stand up, revealing herself to Batman and Nightwing and Robin.

Robin’s breath hitched.

And that little sound is what made the dam break.

“I’m sorry,” she was spiraling, but she didn’t care anymore. “I’m a hor- horrible person and-”

“Hey now,” Nightwing took a step closer. “I’m sure you’re not-”

She held up her hands, showing the blood on them. Her blood, but that didn’t matter.

“I broke his leg,” she took a big gulp of air. It sounded like a sob. “With a rock. And I threw things at him. A chocolate bar, a cookie, a phone, a lamp, a vending machine-”

“A vending machine?” Batman sounded far away, muffled.

“Miss, please calm down,” Nightwing’s voice was grainy. She wasn’t hearing it fully, she wasn’t there she was away, far away.

“I’m terrible, horrible, I shouldn’t have done this,” all she could hear was her words – were they thoughts? She didn’t know anymore.

She wished she didn’t exist, then she couldn’t make mistakes.

Her vision began to grow spotty. She couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.

“Angel,” Damian’s voice seemed to whisper. “You need to breathe.”

Her lungs ached. She didn’t care though. She didn’t need to breathe. She didn’t matter that much.

The world went dark around her.

[loquaciousquark]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E73 (Aug. 6, 2019)

Gooooooood evening good evening good evening all! @eponymous-rose is off packing for a cross-country move (as if THAT’S an excuse), so here I am isntead to lay waste to all you love. 

Tonight’s preroll: Sam’s costume from the liveshow getting dunked in acid.

Tonight’s guests: Laura Bailey & Sam Riegel, in a fully human and normal tshirt and jeans. Everyone oohs and ahs over Laura’s adorable live show outfit; Sam waits eagerly for equal attention. And waits, and waits...

Tonight’s announcements: Huge thanks to everyone who came out to the live show in Indy last weekend (I was there! It was great!). Laura talks about everyone singing the theme on the intro. Sam sent his entire costume back with Dani so he wouldn’t get stopped in the airport. Poor Dani! Season 3 of Between the Sheets, featuring Amanda Palmer, is up for Twitch subs now and will be up on YT on Wednesday. CR is headed to Austin, TX, for a live show on Sept. 23! Everyone talks about how Doty will definitely, definitely be in this show: The Adventures of the Darrington Brigade, ft. the return of Sam as Taryon. Sam says he already has something in mind for his costume; everyone else will be playing new characters. Laura’s got an idea for a backup character for Jester, but BWF advises her not to use this for the live show since Jester will def be dead in less than 20 episodes. Go to critrole.com/events for more.

Episode 73: Uthodurn, which is not spelled at all like I thought

CR Stats! Nott dealt 124 damage this episode, only 23 of which was friendly fire. Sam: “You know, he just needs to get out of the fucking way.” Nott rolled her 50th nat 20, resulting in a 43 stealth check. Laura and Sam quietly talk about Sam’s tendency to touch everyone else’s dice as opposed to his “playing fairly.” Sam also laments he’s lost his dustbuster in the studio somewhere after the last bit. Jester is tied with Beau at 9 for the most HDYWTDTs. Jester also played her 50th prank this episode: creating the ballpeen hammer as an offering to the Allhammer.

Laura thinks part of Jester’s new anger in battle is part of losing Yasha, especially when she disappeared right in front of her and Jester wasn’t able to help her at all. “Jester mammoth-raged.” Laura raves about being a mammoth & talks about needing to work on her elephant noise. Both Laura and Sam fail miserably at making the noise.

Sam slowly drinks a shot. It’s... a thing.

We have a close-up of Sam’s nail polish, which was done for the live show. He doesn’t own nail polish remover, it turns out.

Nott will talk to Cad about the explosive arrow whenever Cad brings it up. First, Cad was invisible & therefore at fault because he couldn’t be seen; the second part of the blame goes to Laura Bailey, who leaned over and told Sam right before his turn he had to kill this thing right now. The explosive arrow was the best thing he had; Sam accepts one part of the blame for forgetting it would be fire. Sam & Laura agree the bolt should have had some thunder/force damage associated with it because of the concussive blast. (Hilariously, my father presented this precise argument to me with GREAT VIGOR right after this episode aired.)

Jester’s call to the Traveler was just in the heat of the moment. All of her power comes from him, so Jester calls out to him (and Laura thinks it cool) when she gets a big oomph. Sam wonders aloud if her powers genuinely come from the Traveler or not. Laura: “I mean...as far as she knows.” Sam’s also distracted that the question card had a straight-up name on it rather than a username.

Sam considers the outcome of the election a win, since he’s one of the bi-Presidents of D&D Beyond until further notice. “It doesn’t matter how you get there, as long as you get there.” Laura asks if he thinks about it being a hollow win when he goes to sleep. Sam: “Do I look like the kind of person to have thoughts as I’m falling asleep?”

Nott’s usage of the pistol’s single shot was pure pettiness. Sam thought Nott had a shot because she’s acrobatic & fast & has some tricks, and he just didn’t want Beau to win. Making loud noises & drawing attention didn’t even cross my mind.

Jester was very proud of Fjord making those strength checks, but she wasn’t surprised. “He’s very strong, even though he looks like he’s not.” Laura thinks it’s funny and poetic that Travis rolled so well after ditching his sword/powers.

Travis has three sets of dice. Liam has a bunch of sets, but they’re all red (says Laura, offended). Laura only used purple dice at the live show because of how she was dressed.

Cosplay of the Week: a great Scanlan cosplay with Ioun’s third eye by @cxptaingrayson.

Sam realizes something that’s been holding back the Nott-Fjord relationship is that Nott has always been a little suspicious of Fjord. Now that he’s “talking like a real weirdo” and is still brave, braver than before, she can trust him more.

Laura’s asked about Jester’s conflict between healing & DPS. Laura: “Do you think Jester asked to be a fucking healer?” When they were deciding their characters, Laura was originally going to be a warlock with the Traveler as her patron; then Travis was like, warlock! What a cool class! Can I have it? And Laura said sure, she’ll be a cleric, that sounds cool. “And now he got rid of his fucking patron! Who knows if he’s going to be a warlock anymore? What a waste of a warlock!” She likes being a cleric--but even from Jester’s very first inception she’s always been a healer who hates healing. Brian: “She’s a battle Mercy.” She’s not regretful she healed Beau; the reason Laura didn’t immediately heal her is that she thought from Matt’s face that the remorhaz was very close to death, closer than it actually was. She confirms Jester is Chaotic Neutral.

Brian tells Laura he texted Travis to tell him Laura accused him of stealing the warlock class. Laura: “YOU DID NOT!” Brian: “You said it on the air!!”

Travis, via text to BWF, apparently in all caps: “I WAS CHANGING RONIN. YES I STOLE WARLOCK.”

Nott’s teasing of a powerless Fjord is 100% just because she thinks it’s funny. Sam: “There’s not really a deep reason to it. They tease each other all the time. Why would that change just because he tossed his sword in the lava?”

Laura needs to do research on other animals she can become since she enjoyed the mammoth (and giant eagle) so much. Sam keeps a list of flying creatures Laura can turn into because Laura struggles looking it up and often keys it into her D&D Beyond app before she’s even started. BWF: “This is uncharacteristically unselfish.” Sam: “Well, Laura is--I love her. Laura is pure harp music and I would do anything for her.”

Their environments are just getting better and better for Nott in terms of how goblins are seen. She’s given up the mask now, but it’s nice to have people look and not scream.

Both Sam & Laura pause to fan over the design of Uthodurn. It’s way cooler than either the Empire or Dynasty to them right now.

Laura points out that Nott has been fairly outgoing lately; it’s been a while since anyone said “you’re a goblin, stone her!” She’s beginning to come out of her shell as she gets used to her body (not that she likes it in any way), but it’s a development from Veth’s original shyness. She’s also drunk a lot; Sam says this will continue until he gets more Laura Bailey speeches.

BWF still has Laura’s copy of Game of Thrones, which he borrowed in 2011. Laura doesn’t listen to books on tape because she likes the inflections in her own head.

Fanart of the Week: a cool grouping of portraits of the M9 by @dylanbydoodles.

They apparently threw an election party after the D&D Beyond President reveal. Sam talks about convincing the Lyft driver on the way back that it was a swinger’s party in the most ridiculous way possible. Poor Indianapolis.

Nott & Veth’s relationship is getting very complicated. Sam says they’re beginning to blend a little together, but he’s now coming to realize there’s a part of Nott deep down that is deeply scared of going back to Veth & losing her rogue abilities, her adventuring; she wants to be herself again for sure, since her body is definitely wrong, but she’s beginning to fear the loss of some of what Nott is now.

BWF sincerely thanks Sam for the effort and thought he puts into his character. Sam sincerely thanks him. It’s a lovely moment.

Jester’s slip about Fjord’s powers was deliberate on Laura’s part but accidental on Jester’s. Everyone’s a little worried about Fjord without powers, even though he proved himself in the remorhaz fight. She thinks the slipup happened because Jester wasn’t on guard--because Fjord had done so well in the fight, she’d forgotten.

So far, Nott’s choice to leave the family behind in Nicodranus is worth it; no one’s died and they’re making headway on their goals.

BWF: “The Mighty Nein: no one’s died-ish.”

Apparently Matt owns the building they’re filming in? I missed part of this and genuinely can’t tell if it’s a joke.

BWF talks about how Liam, Matt, & Travis have all been genuinely mad at him before. Matt and Travis were mad; Liam was just disappointed.

How did Sam lose the election? He doesn’t think it’s because of him or anything he did. He thinks there’s a demographic shift in America; the electoral college hurt him; both he and Liam ran the campaigns they wanted. Liam’s was serious issues & serious passion, while Sam farted around for three months. BWF asked Adam Bradford at D&D Beyond, who’s the General Manager, about the results; apparently the pie chart was VASTLY in favor of Liam with only the tiniest sliver for Sam. Laura thinks it’s because Sam’s done nothing but troll Sam for five years and this was their chance to troll him back. Sam: “To that I say: good job.”

Dani & Max both voted for Sam. Laura didn’t vote. BWF voted for Liam. Chris forgot there was a vote. Zach voted for Liam.

Sam talks about the game they play, the app for D&D Beyond, and how the whole campaign allowed him to shine a spotlight on himself. “I didn’t get as many votes as Liam, but I got a lot of attention.”

Everyone loved this last live show. Laura legit loved wearing her dress; Travis & Liam looked great. Tal looked normal. Brian marvels at his own tattoos. He and Tal went through a lot of ideas before they committed to the bag situation--he sent it to Jaimie Alexander before the show happened so she could vet it. Ha! “Her response was 25 crying emojis and ‘please send this to my boyfriend.’“

Reminder: Mica Burton, Overwatch League host (and daughter of Levar Burton), will be guest-starring on Critical Role this coming Thursday.

And we’re out! Is it Thursday yet?

[ben-is-a-hoe]

Cigarettes and Destiny

Summary: When Ostara couldn't help bring Laura back to life and didn't have a clue how to help them they go ask for help from another god of life.

Pairing: Mad Sweeney x Mokosz

Warnings: swearing, bad writing, Slavic (Polish) paganism

A/N:

English is not my native language so be warned!!! it's my first time when I write in English so please be polite im sensitive

@goldngalaxies helping me with a lot of things while im trying to create this story, she deserves a lot of credit, if she would not like my ideas or my drawings of Mokosz i never would push myself to bring this to life

ALSO, i haven't written in so long my dudes soooooo fucking long like.. long time.. b e p o l i t e

here is fanart of Mokosz and Mad Sweeney @goldngalaxies made for me AND I LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART 

          It was supposed to be one of those days when she would wake up many hours past the afternoon, then lay in bed till the urge to pee would force her to get up. But this time some unbearable pain with its origin in parts of her being she forgot about a long time ago was drilling into her guts. She was trying to ignore it with all her strength of laziness. Because if she would finally admit something is happening, she would have to do something about it…

‘Mokosz! Get up, you fat ass!’ Her eyes weren’t even open yet but she already know what kind of face her friend would serve her. Mokosz slowly peeled off blindfold from her eyes and looked around her apartment. Standing in the doorframe was Hebe.

'Did you make me breakfast?’ she murmured with sleepy, raspy voice. The look at her friend face was a pure shock.  

'How could you e…Yeah, sure how about we eat on the balcony?'

'Sounds like a plan.’ Mokosz took her time getting out of bed. She reached under her pillow in search of the pack of cigs. She had to lay down to reach them, and stayed in this position for a while. Her legs already on the floor and her body stretched out on the bed with an arm under her pillows.

'Your cigs are here.’ Hebe shook a half-empty package, attracting Mokosz’s attention. Hebe opened the door to the balcony and when the sun and fresh air touched Mokosz skin, she finally decided to leave the bed. Her steps were slow and uneven since the pain that woke her up still clenched around her insides. She was about to take the cigs from Hebe’s hand, but at that moment, she lost any desire for a morning smoke.

'Where the fuck is Central Park?’ In place of the grass and trees and all the beautiful green that was the reason why rent for this place was so expensive was gone, instead it was just a huge grey spot.

'I was about to ask you the same question… You think we should go to the House on the Rock?'

'Nah, I’m going to take a shit, and then I’ll take a cab to Starbucks.’ Mokosz was about to leave the room but she stopped halfway. 'When Grimnir asked me for help he knew I would tell him to fuck off… Why… why didn’t he send Sweeney?'

'Because he would knew you would try to kill the Irishman?'

                                                         ***

         Mokosz sat at the table, her back turned to the door and her eyes concentrated at the view behind the window. Clouds flew slowly through the sky. Mokosz wanted to be a cloud now. Clusters of steam high up there, far away from everything, untouched by anyone’s problems. Hebe disappeared somewhere and left Mokosz alone. Good. A quiet moment before the storm. He was close, she could sense it with her inner Asshole-radar. He was… and here instead of bunch of invectives, her mind brings her quite a different image. It was a warm morning, even though the sun hadn’t shown its whole face yet. They were laying in a meadow back in her homeland, holding each other in such a way that if there was even a little break between their bodies, the whole universe would fall apart. Sweeney was the kind of man who comes and goes, he disappeared for whole weeks but always came back to her. How could she know it was the last time they would touch each other for the next four hundred years? If she knew, she would have never let him go.

         When the door finally opened, she was ready. Or at least, she was thought herself ready and tried to convince herself she was, but the truth was that she wasn’t. Mokosz was far from being ready to meet her ex-lover. But it wasn’t anything like ‘ugh I hate my ex’ it was more ‘i will rip his spine through his throat then tear his ribcage open and eat his heart’ kind of not being ready. Not because she ISN’T desperate for murder, but because she just had dinner and there was no place for dessert, let alone for a whole (kind of) human heart. She refused to take even so much as a glance in his way, but she could feel his stare on her body. A few centuries ago every time he laid his eyes on her, she felt burning desire, but now it was nothing like that, now it was an unpleasant feeling mixed with a cold, sweaty shiver running down her spine.

'Mokosz, I told them to fuck off, but…’ Hebe tried to calm the situation even if she knows there was no way to make any of this better. 'Yeah I know, I saw them in front of the building.'

'Cześć,’ he said and this was all she needed to snap. Of all the things, after all those years, he just said this. The rage that filled her body almost made her cry with frustration.

'Listen I know you two don’t get along but we are here because…’ Laura started, but before she got a chance to finish, Mokosz got up from her seat, turned around, and pointed a gun at Sweeney. Without any warning, she fired it at the leprechaun, but he quickly shielded himself with Laura’s body.

'Fuck!’ He throws his companion at Mokosz, but she quickly jumps back. Sweeney jumps behind the big armchair, but it wasn’t strong enough to stop the bullets. He ran to the table and turned it over so he could hide behind it.

'Mokosz, for fuck’s sake!’ He shouts between gunshots. But she aims and shoots again and again until her magazine was empty. She clicked the trigger a few times more even though she knew there was nothing more inside. 'You done?!’ He asked, exposing his head beyond the edge of the table, but she was far from done. The gun itself flew across the room and hit Sweeney right in the face.He fell onto his back and they heard a loud thud when his big body hit the floor. He shouts few courses in English and Old Irish mixed with few variations of Mokosz’s name.

         Mokosz never, even in her wildest dreams, would let herself think that any man’s absence could cause her such misery. When she saw him the last time it was midsummer’s celebration night. For her, it was Noc Kupały, the night of searching for the fern flower which really was just an excuse to drag someone into the woods, so they could shamelessly fuck on a leaf litter, or Lá Bealtaine like he called it, but her version of this holiday, Sweeney liked more. The longest night of the year just for them two. They jumped over the flames of a bonfire, holding hands because it was a sign of their bravery, faith, and undying love for fuck’s sake. When all the girls were making wreaths of flowers so they could float them on the river and wait if some boy would capture it, which meant they wanted to bang this girl or they had a crush on her or both, Sweeney was always the one who captured her wreaths and brought them back to her. This meant he liked her right? Or even loved? They spend whole centuries together, they knew each other for millennia.. Then why the fuck did he just disappear with no explanation after the night they spent on fucking? Did she suck his dick differently and he didn’t like it? Did he get bored of her pussy? Her tits got flat? But sex was not their whole relationship… They were friends… fuck it, they were best friends. Besties. They laughed at the same things and the same things made them sad. Best Friends Forever. Mokosz would not use world couple, because Sweeney… he liked to be… untied. He liked to be chased and this is what Mokosz always did. She chased him. Begged him on her knees. She called him her King. He loved it. Why he leave her?

         When Sweeney was sure Mokosz didn’t have any more weapons in her hands, he slowly got up. The gun she threw at him hit him right in the nose and now blood dripped onto his lips and chin. She had the appearance of a wild, hungry animal who smelled a little blood and was ready to jump at him and bite his face off, so he kept a safe distance between them. Sweeney raised his hands in a defensive gesture and stood on bent knees, ready to run away.

'What the fuck is your problem?!’ he finally asked half rhetorically, half serious.

'You left me! You just disappeared, as always, but never came back!’ Mokosz hadn’t moved even an inch near him, because now when she finally saw him in front of her, she knew, murder wasn’t an option. She will hug him like her life depended on it. She will smell his scent and feel home again.

'I never was your… 'He stopped for a second, probably to find a right word, and then laughed ’…boyfriend!'

'I know.’ Her voice cracks, and for a moment she looked like she was about to have a meltdown. 'But you were my friend, you egoistic, dumb piece of shit and just because you never loved me it doesn’t mean I never loved you, and your disappearance broke my heart and…'

'I never said I… I didn’t mean to…’ Sweeney took a deep inhale and, for a moment, he pressed his hands over his face. 'The world was changing, I had to make a lot of decisions I didn’t like and leaving you was one of them.'

'You could taken me with you if you did not want to leave me behind.'

'You had your worshipers in pagan lands, Mokosz. I couldn’t take that away from you.’

part 1/?

[teenyneko]

Thoughts from a returning SnK fan

Like most fans during the peak of SnK’s popularity (2013-2014), I was pretty much going through a huge SnK craze. I remember following a bunch of SnK-related blogs, looking at fanart, checking and staying in the tags almost every hour, reading a lot of meta material, playing OSTs on repeat, the whole shebang. And like most fans, my interest dramatically fell by the wayside when the wait for S2 pretty much grew into eternity. Even when I got around to reading the manga (starting from where S1 left off), life became super chaotic and busy. But now I’m back! (And hopefully for good?) I’m actually pleasantly surprised that the fandom on here is still going strong. Obviously not to the same hype everyone was living up to back in 2013. To those who’ve been committed to the manga and fandom after all these years, major kudos and I’m sure your tired eyes have seen a lot. So although I had let go of this series, I’ve been playing catch up these last couple of months simply because SnK holds a special place in my heart. With everything I’ve gathered up up to this point, here are the immediate and nonsensical thoughts coming from a returning fan, fresh and untainted by years of shipping wars, fanon vs. canon wars, misconstrued meta discussions, and other fun stuff that comes with being in a fandom:

FOUR-year wait just for 12 eps ?? HHMMmm okay sounds fair ..

jokes on meE!! reiner was the protagonist this whole entire time!!1!

that serum bowl or whatchamacallit didnt need to happen for the plot to progress

when and as u get older, trust me when i say the vets really grow on u more, maybe more than the 104th *continues grieving over mike, nanaba, and moblit’s death*

jean and armin’s friendship is p fcking solid if u ask me. GOOD job isayama

we get to decide hange’s gender ?? *daydreams about female commander hange overthrowing the patriarchy esp the shitty mps and establishing a wonder woman-esque island where she, as queen, and other babes conquer the forces of evil* *me, quietly whispering to myself:* “yes, v good”

im p sure kenny was written in a way so that i and others despise and luv him at the same time CUZ ITS WORKIN on me

ymir .. u beautiful, tragic soul. how can anyone ever hate u…

eyebrow game still at its all-time high i see. u kno who im talking bout

gj on mikasa for learning to be less protective of eren and allowing him to grow up and mature

pieck, arguably the most beautiful eldian warrior, is given the ugliest titan (next to the beast). Disrespect

never thought i’d see the day i graduate college before annie breaks outta that crystal….

u kno that ocean scene? i am literally both levi and hange whenever im at the beach

uprising was arguably the best arc nothing makes me happier than exposing shitty politics, executing a coup, and i guess seeing gun battles between humans in a titan-eating world

nine, NINE members left in the SC?? oh i gotta see how this goes

leaving an inexperienced teen on the throne? i also gotta see how this goes *whispers:* “u can do it historia”

u mean to tell me, canonically, hange and levi sTILL have one of the most solid relationship dynamics to come outta snk ?? Sign me da fck up A++

*dot pixis going ballistic over jean’s omelette* u kno what, ill have what hes having

did i mention erwin didnt need to be pitted against armin but wHATEVER drives the plot and creates unending conflict between fans i guESS !!¿

the scene where zackly tortured that official? we dont talk about dat

the scene where levi wreaked havoc on zeke and the assembly line of titans? LETS TALK ABOUT THAT

new world and new characters in the last arc???¿¿ bc that four-year wait obliterated a significant fcking chunk of your fanbase lmao but sure, ur story, my cool dudes

everyone in official SC trench coats ??!¿ v good, v goodd

WOW isayama, the improvement in your art.. VERY NICEE

the original operations squad? Ah VERY wise card to draw. the new operations squad? WOW amazingg. but how bout i defeat ur cards with: Farlan and Isabel!!!11!!1 drawing this card will give 80+% of TLC to levi

so thats it huh. all that storytelling and character development just for the walled cast to get fking murked by titan-shifting warrior children from McMarleyWorld

me, talking with friends who used to watch snk: y’all kno annie still in the crystal lmao

aot: junior high kept my dying spirit alive while waiting for s2. if u havent watched it, are u even a fan ??¿¿¿

ty for ur immense contribution to humanity, ilse langnar, ty ty ty

even now, sasha is still incredibly underrated. her humor. her courage. her badass archery and all its badassery. valuable and indispensable character imo

already mentally preparing myself for levi, hange, and eren’s death bc how else will they go with the way the plot is heading amiright? *slips into complete darkness to process this*

four-year time skip, four-year wait for S2, new characters and new world late in the game, this series is a mess lmao

[ivyschoice]

The Murder Game (no actual murder tho, don’t worry)

@amelia-is-watching i hope it is the 31st where you live (what are timezones lol) and also that this is the right time bc i’ve not seen another gift given.. anyways this is your ‘secret santa’ gift!

Title: The Murder Game Rating: T

Note: first of all this got kinda long i hope that’s ok 🙈 also i hope the grammar and everything is tolerable (excuse me if i used weird expressions :D)

But most of all I hope you enjoy^^

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the story is set in the beginning of book 2 or just in a time were everything was alright

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“I’m so glad, we finished this assignment today”, Zack sighed as we walked back from the library to our suite. It was already getting dark. “Yeah”, I agreed, “That means we have the whole weekend to do other things…” “Like your girlfriend?” He grinned and had to jump to the side to avoid being hit by my elbow. “Zack! … Although…” We had reached the house and were now climbing up the stairs to the suite. “Gross, Amelia, I was kidding!”, Zack exclaimed walking faster, so that I had to hurry to keep up with him. “No, you weren’t.” “Yeah, you’re right”, he admitted and we both had to laugh.

“Oh, by the way”, he said while searching his pockets for the key, “I wanted to tell you about this great idea I had for…” He stopped as the unlocked door swung open and revealed a crowded living room. Kaitlyn, Tyler, Abbie, Tripp, and Edgar somehow managed to sit on the couch together, watching something on Tyler’s laptop. Brandon and Madison sat on the ground next to them and were looking at something on her phone. We stood there in the doorway for a moment – struck by surprise.

“Uhm, hey… all of you”, I managed to bring out and gave Zack a little push, so he would go inside. “Are you having a party without us?”, he asked. “And you’re here, too?” He was looking at Brandon. “Well, it was like that”, Kaitlyn started to explain, while coming over to us, “Tyler had invited Tripp and Edgar to watch the newest episode of The Crown and the Flame with us, Tripp asked Madison to come along and Brandon wanted to see you, so we told him he could wait here for you… Oh, and Chris had already planned a Bros’ Evening or something, so they’re here as well…”

I peeked around the corner and saw Chris, Logan, Darren, and James standing in the kitchen together. The latter spotted me. “Hi, Amelia!” “Hello..?”, I replied, not sure how he fit in this group constellation. “He actually came over to talk to you about the play”, Kaitlyn whispered in my ear, “But he seems to be having fun, so you don’t have to do that now.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and put her arm around my waist to guide me to the couch. I followed her willingly.

There was no more room on the sofa, so I had to take place on the arm rest. Zack, who had sat down next to his boyfriend in the meantime, looked up to me. “The idea I wanted to tell you about, is actually a game for a bigger group of people…” He grinned at me. “So we could play now?” Tyler shushed at us, but Zack stretched out his arm and hit the pause button, which resulted in several upset outcries. Tripp wanted to press play again, but Zack slapped his hand away and stood up.

“Guys, guys, guys! I just need you to listen to me for like 5 minutes! Please…” Chris and the others came over from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” “Zack is stopping us from watching the mid-season finale!”, Edgar complained. “That’s not true – ok, yeah, it’s kinda true – but I wanted to tell you about this game… I heard that the upperclassmen do this like every year – it’s called murder game-““Oh my god”, James groaned, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” “Hearing you say that makes me really curious about this”, Kaitlyn said with a mischievous spark in her eye, “Go on, Zack.”

“It works like this: Every player puts their name on a piece of paper and then you draw a name – which can’t be your own – and whoever is on your paper, is your victim…” “Victim as in murder victim?”, Tyler asked. “Heh, you got it. You have to ‘kill’ the person you drew by handing them an object – it can be anything, but the person has to take it voluntarily, so you can’t force something into their hand.” James let out a sigh: “This is gonna get so intense.” There was a smile on his face though.

Zack quickly continued, before any discussions could break out. “When you get killed, you have to give your murderer your piece of paper – so keep it on you at all times – and then they will have a new victim. The last person remaining is the winner. We’ll make a group chat where you can write if you’re murdered, but of course you can’t tell anyone who killed you or who you have to kill.” “That was a lot of explaining for such a simple concept…” “Shut up, Edgar!”

The game sounded really fun and I was excited about the idea of winning it. I just had to! We all put our name on little paper straps and collected them in a bowl. “Chris, go around and let everyone pick one”, Zack commanded, “And if anyone picks themselves, please tell us immediately, so we can start over…” “Aye, aye, captain”, Chris responded and held the bowl out to Abbie. She unfolded her paper cautiously and read it – a smirk appeared on her face. I was one of the last to get a name and I opened the paper while leaning away from Kaitlyn, who – of course – was trying to get a peek at it. Chris. That shouldn’t be too hard…

The evening went on with all of us being suspicious of each other and no one taking anything from anyone – well except for Logan, who fell for Madison offering him the chips, but after that we were super careful. Around one o’clock we decided to call it a night and said goodbye to all of our guests. After studying the whole afternoon I was exhausted, so I kissed Kaitlyn goodnight and went to my room, while the others went to the rooftop to stay up a little longer.

The next morning I woke up to loud voices coming from the living space. Was there a fight? I pushed my blanket aside and hurried outside. Zack and Brandon were apparently in a heated discussion. “You can’t just do that! That doesn’t count!”, Zack exclaimed, making wild hand movements as he talked. “Well, I sure think I can, because you didn’t say, that wasn’t allowed…” Brandon seemed a little calmer than his boyfriend. “Yeah, I didn’t, but it’s kinda obvious, that that’s not how it works, isn’t it?” He was clearly upset, so I decided to step in. “Hey, guys, what’s going on?”

They both turned around in surprise. “Oh, hi, Amelia”, Brandon said, “Didn’t see you there.” “Because you were busy trying to kill your boyfriend in illegal ways!” “What… so this is about the game?”, I began to understand, “If you got murdered, you just have to accept it, Zack…” “It wasn’t like that…”, he protested.

“Brandon told him to take his hand, therefore murdering him as he took it.” I hadn’t even noticed Kaitlyn on the couch with a cup of tea. “They’ve been discussing this for the past ten minutes and it’s way too early.” She gave them a look of reproach. “But a hand is not an object!” I tried to stifle a laugh. “That’s not funny, Amelia!” “Yeah, it is”, I responded, “I guess you just have to accept your defeat… And Brandon, good job! That was smooth.” He gave me an approving grin and then put his arm around Zack. “Come on, we wanted to get breakfast, remember?” “I guess”, he mumbled and as they walked out the door, we could hear: “I would never forgive you for this if you weren’t that cute…”

“Phew, they’re gone”, Kaitlyn sighed as I sat down next to her. “Yeah, you won’t try to kill me, right?” “Of course not… Wanna hold my hand?”, she said with a serious expression, before we both started laughing. “But really, I can’t promise anything”, she said with an apologetic look. “Well, same.” I snuggled up to her. “Good to know that my girlfriend cares more about winning than me…” I was about to counter, that she said that first, when I saw her teasing smile. “Ugh, shut up.” She giggled and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. “Oh, did you see the group chat?”, she asked, “Darren and Edgar were also murdered.” “Wow, this goes down faster than expected…”

Later that day we were all casually hanging out – except for Chris, who had training. Which was disappointing because I was still waiting for a chance to murder him. “So how do you think season 2B will pick up after yesterday’s episode?”, I asked, laying on the couch with my head in Kaitlyn’s lap. “Oh, oh, I drew something – I wanted to show you!” Abbie got up and disappeared into her room. “How did she make fanart so fast?” I wondered and got a bunch of nonsense answers. “Magic?” “Being a vampire.” “Time travel!”  

“Ta-Dah”, she came back waving a piece of paper around. Tyler stretched out his hand. “Let me see first!” “Here you go”, she handed it over, “And you’re dead, sweetie, sorry…” She didn’t look sorry at all. Tyler’s face on the other hand was priceless. “B-But… I… you… I was supposed to kill you, too!” He fumbled around in his pockets and showed Abbie the paper with her own name. “Does that mean, I’m dead?”, she asked and started to look a little more sorry. “Ha!”, Zack was jumping up and down, “That is an even dumber death than mine, yesss!” “No, it wasn’t”, Kaitlyn commented, bringing Zack down to the floor immediately. “Oh, I don’t care, dammit, just look at my pic, ok?”

By Sunday morning Tripp and James were killed, too, and the six of us suitemates sat together for breakfast. I had made pancakes and bacon, so it was pretty awesome. “Hey, need some more syrup, Kaitlyn?” Chris held the bottle in her direction. “Ha ha, nice try, pretty boy…” His cheeks turned pink. “W-What? I wasn’t, I mean I don’t even…” “I think you can save it, we’re not buying that”, Zack said laughing. “No, really- ugh forget it, will someone just pass me the bacon?”, he sighed. My chance! “Yep, here you go!” I quickly picked up the plate with the bacon and handed it to him. “Thanks, Amelia, at least you-“ “Aaand you’re dead!”, I said with a wink. “Ugh, no…” “Just give me your paper.” He reluctantly gave it to me and I read the name. Kaitlyn. Oh, well.

I was still figuring out a genius plan to catch my girlfriend off guard, when someone knocked on the door later that day. “I’ve got it!”, I shouted and went to open it, since everybody else had disappeared to their rooms or wherever. Madison greeted me with a hug. “Hey, Amelia, it’s been really boring at the house – you know Sunday afternoon and stuff – so I thought I’d give you guys a visit. What are you up to?” “Not much really”, I said and let her step inside, “Tyler and Abbie are out and everyone else just found something to do…” “Oh, ok, then just you and me?”, she seemed unbothered, “Um, where can I put my jacket?” She held it in front of her. I automatically stretched out my hand. “Here, let me-“ I saw the glistening in her eyes and put my hand back down. “Just throw it over one of the chairs…”

“Guess what! I killed Brandon!” Kaitlyn came around the corner smiling triumphantly, “And that means-“ She saw Madison and stopped in her tracks. “… There are only three people left in the game”, I finished that sentence. We all looked at each other. This was going down. Now.

Madison smiled at me. “Can’t we just forget about the game for a moment? Let’s just hang-“ “Kaitlyn”, I interrupted, “I need to talk to you in private.” She nodded. “Give us a sec, Madison?” Then she led me to her room. As soon as she closed the door, I started talking. “Kaitlyn, you-“ “I know that you have to kill me…” I put a finger on her lips. “Yeah, yeah, but you have to help me! Madison wants to get me and she’s going to! She’s too powerful: She’s cute and innocent, so she can talk you into anything! I think she has the most kills in this game… Please be my ally and murder her! … Wow, that sounds bad out of context…” She put her arms around my neck. “And how do I know you’re not just saying this to get a chance to kill me first?” “Well, I don’t wanna die”, I said while pulling her closer, “And either way in the end there will be two people, who have each other’s name, so I would rather win together with you than not at all…”  “Oh, wow, how immensely selfless of you”, she teased me and backed away right before our lips would have touched, “But it makes sense, let’s do this!”

She stormed out of the room and I heard her shout: “Madison! I challenge you to a duel for Amelia’s life!” I ran after her and met Brandon and Zack in the corridor, who were drawn out by the noise as well. We found Kaitlyn standing face to face with Madison, two swords in her hands. “Swords?”, Brandon asked with a puzzled expression. “Cosplay”, Zack and I responded at the same time.

“We will fight with these”, Kaitlyn announced, “And if you win, Amelia has to take an object from you. But if I win, you have to take one from me…” Madison considered this for a moment, then said: “Fine.” “Oh, damn, she’s putting her hair up, this is serious”, Zack whispered in my ear and I could hear Brandon asking him, if the blades were sharp. I hoped not. Kaitlyn put one of the swords on the ground so Madison could take it. “I really don’t think this is a good-“ I tried to stop this from happening. “You can’t stop us, the deal has been made!”, my girlfriend exclaimed and swung her weapon at Madison, who parried skillfully. Zack, Brandon and I fled behind the kitchen counter.

“I can’t believe, they’re doing this. Awesome!” Zack was thrilled. “It is kinda hot”, I had to admit, “but this is gonna end in a disaster…” “I’m prepared to call an ambulance”, Brandon said and I was not sure if he was joking. The swords clashed together again and again while the two fighters manoeuvred their way around the small table in the living room. “Why… are… you… so… good at this?”, Kaitlyn grunted and staggered a few steps back, because she hadn’t parried properly. But she recovered and thrust at Madison without hesitating. Fortunately she had amazing reflexes or Kaitlyn’s sword would have stuck in her shoulder. “We have to stop them!”, I said in a low voice. “Easy”, Zack whispered back, “We just need a distraction…” There was a groan followed by “I’m fine, I’m fine!” and more clanging swords. “…Yeah, now.”

“What the actual heck?!”, a new voice appeared – Tyler’s. We three dove up from behind the counter. Abbie and Tyler stood in the door and stared stunned at situation. Madison and Kaitlyn had both lowered their weapons. “Kaitlyn, now!” I screamed and she understood. With a grim expression she leapt forward, stepped on the table and jumped in Madison’s direction bringing her sword down so hard, that Madison dropped hers. Not the finest technique, but it worked. Zack, Brandon, and I started cheering. “Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn!” She held her hand out to her defeated opponent with the biggest grin and Madison shook it. Tyler’s eyes were full of amazement: “That was-“ “super dangerous”, Abbie interrupted with a stern look.

“Well, nothing happened”, Kaitlyn said with a shrug, “Except that we won, oh yeah!” I ran over to her and hugged her. “I can’t believe we won the game!” “What? No! You can’t win together, there has to be one best murderer…”, Zack protested. “Of course we can!”, I replied and took Kaitlyn’s hand. “Come on, my heroic lady knight, I need to thank you for saving my life!” She giggled and let me pull her to my room. “Gross!” “Shut up, Zack!”

[project-afterman]

I've been accumulating a lot of thoughts on the Bionicle fandom, fan works, and the nature of creative projects as a whole. I was hesitant to post them because I feared that I would be seen as rude or abrasive, but honestly at this point I do not give a shit. There is a dearth of creativity in media right now. Movies, TV shows, video games, comic books, and animation are all in a slump. There are very few original stories coming out, and a glut of remakes, sequels, adaptations, and reboots. No one wants to take risks anymore, it has to be a guaranteed money maker. Executives and producers greenlight shitty remakes of classic movies shows and games, hoping that an audience will flock to it based on the name alone. Childhood nostalgia has been appropriated by the cynical marketing machine. The reboot of Bionicle is also part of this trend. Lego gave it a bare-bones marketing budget, hoping that nostalgic fans would promote the line for them. Just give people their member berries, and you won't have to actually try to make anything new. Nostalgia is not inherently bad. Everybody has fond memories of something they used to like when they were younger, and it can be nice to occasionally look back on those things. However, if you rely on nostalgia too much you start living in the past, thinking that the best days are behind you and that nothing fun or exciting could ever come out now. All fandoms are by nature derivative, since they are a group of people creating art, writing, and other media based on an already existing IP created by someone else. And a lot of them are based in nostalgia to a degree. But the problem with the Bionicle fandom is that member berries is all we are. There is no new content, and in fact most Bionicle fans don't actually want new content; they just want to relive their childhoods, writing and drawing the same things over and over again, trying to evoke a time where we weren't so world weary and cynical. Hence why the only Bionicle fanart that gets popular outside of our tiny circle is the original characters from Mata Nui. When the reboot came along, a lot of us were really hyped that Bionicle would finally get some new life breathed into it; but ultimately it delivered nothing of substance. And now that it's been canceled, and Bionicle won't come back for a long time if ever, the fandom has degraded into shitposting, Facebook tier memes, and nostalgiafagging/member berries. The MLP fandom gets a lot of shit for being autistic and or creepy, but they are a productive group. They make loads of fanart, fanfic, fan music, plushies, cosplay, game mods and more. MLP fans have taken the world and characters of the show and gone in so many different directions. They don't need Hasbro to make official content, because the fandom is an entire universe of its own. If friendship is magic got canceled, the fandom would have still have enough original content to sustain itself for quite a while. And that's what I wanted to do with Afterman. Something inspired by Bionicle, but also its own thing. Something that people with tons of ideas for what Bionicle could have been could bring their fanfics to life. Something positive and constructive to work towards, rather then just lamenting that Bionicle is over and holding our breath for a second reboot that will never come. I am very frustrated that not a lot of people seem to understand this fairly simple concept. I know life can get in the way. People have jobs and school, I get that. But honestly, if you take a look at this Tumblr, send me a message saying "I don't think this project is going to work out, I won't bother contributing" and then make a whole bunch of posts talking about how "man Bionicle was so great and it sucks that it's over, if only there was a way to bring it back somehow" you're part of the problem. Those people talk the talk, but they can't walk the walk. If you have enough time to shitpost on Tumblr, you have enough time to contribute. Do I know what I'm doing? No. Am I a talented artist and writer? No. But I saw how so many things were stagnant, and thought "something needs to be done about this, we can't fade away into nothing. We need something constructive to overcome apathy." There are times where you see that something needs to be done. But no one else is going to do it, so it's up to you, regardless of whether you're actually qualified. I never wanted to be a leader, I don't like bossing people around. But nobody else volunteered. If you think that you would be a better leader, by all means let me know and I can give ownership of the blog to you. People who disregard this project because of a few surface details they don't like really piss me off, because the entire reason I made this in the first place was so that multiple people could contribute. Don't like the title Afterman, or the names of the characters and places? Suggest some new ones. Don't like the plot outline that I have so far? Write up your own version of what should happen. Don't like the art style or character designs? Submit some sketches of how you think the characters should look. You get the idea. Of course, I can't make anyone do anything. But don't refuse to help this project in any way and then complain that Bionicle is dead, wasting time on what might've been but isn't and will never be. Take initiative and stop waiting for someone else to do it.