#but I want to color my comics dammit >:(

[convito]

Blasting Off To The Past: Chapter 1: The Customers Are Used To This By Now

Finished chapter 1 of my fanfic based on @yamujiburo's Jessie/Delia Pokemon comics. The fact that it's just the first chapter is a development that materialized roughly 5 minutes ago when I realized this thing is getting way too long to write all at once. It's just a fun little day-in-the-life story because I wanted an excuse to write these characters.

Here's the AO3 link.

Below is the full chapter text. Enjoy!

“Meowth, I demand to know why you just kicked me!” James yelled dramatically.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I wouldn’t waste my time kicking you!” Meowth

The lunch rush took its toll on everyone in different ways. For Delia, the strain kept her too busy to notice anything outside the restaurant. For Jessie, it meant Delia wasn’t looking at her.

In the case of James and Meowth, it was dealer’s choice. Today, that meant each blaming the other for the table leg they each routinely tripped over. Meowth’s thimble-sized temper had reached a boiling point. James was mad by association.

Delia had been holding down the kitchen until the commotion piqued her attention, prompting a peek around the corner into the dining area. She saw Meowth seething as his serving tray clattered to the ground, trading leers with James whose serving tray remained pristinely perched atop his fingers.

Then time stood still as she saw Jessie burst in with a face that gave her conflicting feelings, making a Beedrill-line for the bickering duo. How she heard the noise from across town would remain a mystery. The love of Delia’s life was a lit fuse heading straight for a flamboyantly colored powder keg. The focus now needed to be heading off the stormfront before it turned the restaurant into a restauNOT (she took a second to chuckle at that).

“Jessie. Babe. Sweetie.”

The red menace continued undeterred. Delia raised her voice.

“Jessie, stop! Jessie! Honey!”

Still nothing. Delia was desperate.

“STOP, DAMMIT!”

Jessie screeched to a halt, bringing the universe with her. She and her two partners in something or other all turned their heads toward Delia, three identical faces of exaggerated shock. Though Jessie’s sported a tinge of crimson.

“I… buh…” she attempted.

“Delia made a swear,” Meowth whispered.

James simply covered his ears.

But whether through shock or sheer force of Delia’s long-bided power, the situation was defused for now. The residual fallout kept things together until the restaurant finally slowed down. James and Meowth lost their abrasion around each other, more or less back to their regular selves give or take the occasional shared look towards Delia. Granted, not unlike their usual behavior.

Jessie, meanwhile, had stuck around to help however she could. At the moment, she was employing her puppy dog eye technique to try and soften Delia’s mood every time her wife looked her way. Despite coming across more like bewildered Magikarp eyes, which had Delia desperately suppressing a snort laugh at every turn, it probably would have worked even if she actually had been angry.

Eventually, closing time arrived. Jessie had finally released Delia from her fishy look and was taking a break from cleaning to watch James and Meowth. The other two former Rockets were Taurosing around with each other as they took the garbage out back. Delia noticed a wistful look in her wife’s eye. It was one she’d been seeing a lot of lately.

“You miss the adventure, don’t you?” Delia asked warmly.

Jessie gave a slight start at this before nodding. They’d grown to know each other well enough that it was no surprise Delia could read her so intimately.

“I know we weren’t the good guys going after the twe- eh, Ash and Pikachu like that,” Jessie seemed just a bit embarrassed, “but getting out there and traveling around really got my juices moving.”

“Even more than our little battling vacations?”

“W-well, I wouldn’t say…” Jessie hesitated, but she knew she never needed to hide anything from Delia, especially after all this time. “Kinda, yeah.”

Jessie’s regular trips out into the region with Delia to explore and battle gym leaders had very quickly begun to rank among the highlights of her life, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything, no matter how shiny. But…

“I just miss the camaraderie with James and Meowth,” she found herself gushing. “I miss the cartoon-level plans we came up with together, I miss the big Meowth balloon, I miss James’ camp cooking and Meowth’s snoring, not to mention-”

“I’m sorry, what was that about Meowth?”

“Oh, right, you never heard his outdoor snoring. Only happens when he’s camping. Real conker of a wavelength he could belch out, which you wouldn’t expect from a little fart like him. I think he developed it as a defense to make predators think a Snorlax is sleeping nearby or someth-”

“What?” Delia had trouble getting a word in edgewise sometimes, a trait of their relationship she oddly treasured. She liked seeing Jessie excited. “No, why would I ask to hear about…? Never mind, I meant the balloon thing.”

“Ok, yeah, that makes more sense,” Jessie admitted. “It was a thing of genuine beauty. A huge hot air balloon in the shape of Meowth. We even used official Team Rocket funds to commission it. They seemed cool with it.”

“I’d like to point out that they did very much fire you.”

“Oh yeah,” Jessie said with a guttural giggle. “Wow, things are definitely starting to make some more sense now that I say them out loud. But anyway, we used to go everywhere in that balloon. It was our own little home where we never had to deal with property tax. We’d sleep up there, have some fun by spitting off the sides, do… other things off the sides…”

“Honey, I love you but oh my god.”

“Hey, if you can think of other ways to handle being up in the air for days at a time…” Jessie’s old smug nature crept in, which she caught before going any further. “Th-the point is I just miss the balloon. It was sort of a symbol of that complete freedom we used to have. Nothing tying us down, literally. No rules. No responsibilities. No bosses or authori-” she paused, her expression that of a system reboot. “How did we not get fired sooner?”

“I didn’t realize how much you thought about that time,” Delia started to feel just a touch of guilt. Or was it jealousy?

“Not 'all the time' or anything. Some things just remind me of that past life. Like how James and Meowth have been sniping at each other a lot lately,” Jessie said with a look of dawning realization. “They must be feeling homesick too. Or, I mean ‘homesick’ I guess,” she made some halfhearted quotes with her fingers. A glance over at Delia dropped the fingers immediately as Jessie read her wife’s expression, as subtle as it was.

Jessie wordlessly walked over to Delia, not rushing, not holding back, simply going. She took her hands in her own and clasped them.

“I am happier now than I’ve ever been,” Jessie answered a wordless question. There was no need to explore the topic further. This is the most she’d talked about the old days since, she realized, that awkward time when she, James, and Meowth had shown up on Delia’s doorstep completely out of options. It was enough that she got it out.

Delia just smiled. It was a genuine smile, but one that obscured hidden depths. Depths that ironically flew right over Jessie’s head.

Once they finished closing, Jessie and Delia stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand, following James and Meowth who had apparently regained their passion for griping. Jessie paid little attention as they fired quips back and forth, sounding to her like synthesized speech from a Nintendo 64 game. She was content where she was, blissfully strolling home with the love of her life. No thoughts, just vibes.

If she’d only opened her eyes, she’d have seen the poorly-hidden look of sneaky determination emblazoned on Delia’s face.

-the next morning-

“Ash!” Delia burst into her son’s room. “We’re making a balloon!”

#hanamusa #pokemon #pokémon #delia ketchum #jessie team rocket #fanfic #i don't write stories #i only write banter #if a story materializes then it's by accident i assure you

[genericpuff]

Why is the art so unappealing in lore Olympus now Persephone looks like a highlighter and maybe it’s just me but the proportions like the fingers in arms are soul over the place I don’t think they used to be this bad. Am I just looking at it with nostalgia or am I crazy ?

Honestly, nostalgia does play a huge part in it, even to this day there are times I look back on old S1 panels and go-

Actually here's a great example that literally just happened yesterday in the ULO Discord that nearly had me on the floor LOL This is from Episode 70:

Like I didn't even believe that that was real until I was told what episode it was from and I was just. Astounded and flabbergasted. The over-shading of the blanket that just makes it look like a really bad edit. Insane.

And yeah, there are a lot of old panels that hit different now that the rose-colored glasses have been removed, crushed, and thrown into the trash compactor.

I think that's why it makes it all the more amusing when people come into my inbox and ask me "wait, why did you like LO to begin with?? It's always been ugly as shit, I think you're just romanticizing it" because like... there's something to be said about art and subjectivity, even if something is ugly to one person doesn't mean it isn't beautiful to someone else. It's why I try not to be too mean towards the fans of this comic for still enjoying it, because while I definitely have strong opinions about how "LO has gotten worse" and what kind of following Rachel has cultivated (cough cough), there are also just as equally valid arguments that LO has never begin good to begin with that I can't necessarily disagree with now that I'm looking back on it with a more critical eye.

That said, there's tons of media that I enjoy that is objectively awful. Like y'all, you don't need to take my opinions about a dumb pink x blue fantasy romance comic seriously, I like Starfox Adventures-

Like yeah it's a badly made rushed piece of shit that was developed right on the ass end of Rare's glory days and was really an original IP (Dinosaur Planet) that got Frankenstein'd into a Starfox game so it could "sell better" for Nintendo, but I don't give a fuck, I love Starfox Adventures and some day I wanna be in the top 10 speedrunner leaderboards for it, which I know doesn't mean much because no one is speedrunning Starfox, but I do and no one can take that away from me dammit-

Anyways. Lore Olympus has, in many regards, always had "bad art". But "bad art" can and should still be enjoyed by those who find joy in it.

And in LO's case, the world it existed in when it launched was a lot smaller than it is now - more specifically, the world of Webtoons. We can look back and see how 'bad' LO looks and reads now because there are genuinely way better comics surrounding it. It was unique and refreshing and experimental back then... now it's just "that stupid blue and pink comic for horny teenagers".

In most cases I would consider that "cringing in hindsight" feeling a good thing because normally it means something has grown and that it seeming "bad" in hindsight would mean that it's outgrown itself and moved onto bigger things. But LO has the more unique problem of "its current stuff is shit and it's making us want the old stuff more, even if the old stuff wasn't good either". In that regard, LO is closer to being like Harry Potter. Remember when The Cursed Child came out at the height of Rowling being exposed for being a TERF and even people who liked Harry Potter didn't like The Cursed Child because it was just objectively worse overall (with or without Rowling's bullshit attached)? It made a lot of people go back and re-read / rewatch Harry Potter with a more objective lens and go "wait a minute guys, I think we only adored these books so much because we were 12 when we read them". Often times it's the good memories we have surrounding certain things that make us have the opinion about them that we do.

Of course, LO is definitely not as politically weaponized as Harry Potter is, so that's where that comparison ends. But my point is that LO is definitely in a situation where it's been riding off the same privileges it had back in 2018 - having an 'experimental' art style while also utilizing tropes and characters that were VERY popular at the time (remember that 2017-18 was when Tumblr was at its height of H x P "Hades was a chill accountant guy who wore socks and sandals and didn't cheat on his wife like Zeus did" fantasizing) - and thinks that those same tricks and tropes will still work today.

Because of this, the art in LO really, really hasn't aged well, even the stuff that we look back on fondly. But I think it's the panels that we specifically think of when remembering "old LO" - the ones that stuck in our memories the most - that are the ones that make us miss or just not care about the panels that don't look good (the panels that make people question why we ever liked it to begin with).

We liked it because of how it made us feel to look at panels like these-

Those genuinely wonderful panels that we think back on the most don't exist separately from the bad panels, they exist in spite of them. Even if we can look back on panels like these and pick out problems in the lineart or the proportions or the color travelling outside of the lines, that can't and shouldn't change how those panels made us feel at some point or another. And that's why when people ask me "why were you even into LO in the first place" I don't have any one answer, because I can't fully explain how something made me feel to justify why it's good to someone who can see from the outside - without rose-colored glasses - that it evidently isn't. It's very much a "you had to be there" type of thing.

Unfortunately, nowadays even the 'best' LO panels in S3 still don't come close to what the S1 panels accomplished - because for many of us, the rose-colored glasses are gone, we can't appreciate the good among the bad because we know now how bad it truly is and so the good just feels like wasted attempts at trying to recreate something it can no longer be. It "came back wrong" so to speak.

LO came back just regular. But our journey to resurrecting it changed us to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to us. Sorry dude.

This is still probably one of my favorite panels out of the entirety of S3 for being as close to "old LO" as I've seen since S2, and even it feels like a mistake, an accident, how could a panel like this exist in S3 when so much of it is a dumpster fire? It's like a flower growing in the ruins of an apocalyptic wasteland.

But wasn't that always the case? Isn't that 'always' what LO has been, since the very beginning? A poorly cobbled together mess of writing and panels that, every now and then, manages to leave an impression that makes you feel something? Did we ever truly know LO? Or have we just been relying entirely on an idea of it that we've built up in our heads that when it does do exactly what it's evidently always done (even if not made apparent until looking back on it in hindsight) we think it "came back wrong"?

#anyways sorry that was a way deeper response than it oughta have been #welcome to the AMA roulette game of “ask puff a simple question which they may or may not respond to with an introspective essay" #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

[randomyuu]

the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

My guy Vox once again graced us with lovely Goyuu fanfics, and the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, made me go FERAL.

Time travel? Two Gojou Satorus? Double affection for our sunshine Yuuji? Yuuji sandwich? What feels like possible continuation of (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become???

FUCK.

I need to stop indulging my imagination too much. I should’ve been content with writing long-ass comments but noooooo, my brain goes “you gotta draw it”. DAMMIT VOX, YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITINGS HHHHHH

So… usually I should’ve picked a favourite scene that is within my drawing capability, but I just… love all three chapters??? So I made a questionable time investment? I can’t stop??? Help???

This is probably the most ambitious fanart project I’ve ever done so far. Fair enough, considering I might combust if I keep these welled-up emotions inside from reading Vox’s Goyuu fics. Fuck.

Fic info:

Title: the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

Author: @voxofthevoid

Pairing: YuuGoGo. Future!Yuuji, Future!Gojou, Teen!Gojou

(idk why I laugh writing YuuGoGo. I’m beyond help)

Currently, it is 3 chapters out of 8. And it’s gonna be NSFW chapter 4 onwards, so don’t forget to read the tags first, folks!

The drawings are under Read More, because I have lots of thoughts surrounding each chapter and drawings. It’ll be hella long if I didn’t hide it here. It was a mess down there. A combination of hours before, during, and after I read said fic. I’d say good luck finding the art among the sea of jumbled words but… you’ll find them easily. Don’t worry about it haha

SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 CHAPTERS! I highly recommend reading those first before diving into these drawings!

Also for the comics, read from right to left please!

From here on, I will be referring to the Future!Gojou as Gojou and the teenage one as Satoru.

Overall, drawing all these is fun! Really fun! This project pushed me quite hard, forcing me to test my limit (because I rarely draw this much back to back). Since this is a combination of drawings and comics, the coloring style will not be consistent. In a way, I want to try some brushes I never get to use, as well as try out my new graphic tablet. Drawing these got me giggling because I was finally able to let loose during line art. It's much easier to do so, and sometimes I just get to reread the fic and giggle to myself for the nth time.

CHAPTER 1:

Whooo. Whooooooooo—

Ok, ok, the premise is just that good. It intrigued me, fascinated me, and I just… oomph. I cannot refuse a Time Travel Yuuji Sandwich. Sign me up.

Honestly, there are two scenes that are just… a bit too clear in my mind when reading this chapter. That would be the one I drew above, and the other is when Yaga called Gojou to come outside of the class. I love, loooove how Vox wrote Satoru’s POV. And when Yuuji fucking giggles?

I lost it.

Can you imagine, drawing Yuuji grins, with shiny stuff, maybe some sunlight, just purely happy and indulging Gojou?

Help me, for I am drowning in my love and adoration for Yuuji.

Page 2 is an experiment on using harsh black as shading (kind of?). I really enjoyed colouring Yuuji, and drawing those buffalo skulls! I wish I can grasp the concept of contrast a bit better tho :v

CHAPTER 2:

This is probably the only chapter where I picture still images instead of comic panels. A bit like those cool chapter covers in mangas. The one I really, really want to draw is the scene with Satoru on the table. Can’t pass the opportunity to highlight Satoru being a brat, albeit a really cool brat.

Cool idea drawing always proves to be a challenge, because of course my artistic skill just so happens to be below the requirement. Thank you, Sketchfab, for the chair and desk’s perspective otherwise I’m screwed lmao

The second scene that I want to draw the most is this:

Gojou is one step away from climbing Yuuji. Also, I have a bit of a problem picturing a man pouting that makes him look crazy instead, so please have Gojou pouting adorably instead. Because, as Yuuji said (with love), Gojou is (also) a brat.

This is possibly my favorite art in this project, after Yuuji's in Chapter 1 page 2. It's clean because I don't have to draw background, and I was having a fun time drawing Yuuji. And Gojou's squishy cheek as well.

Oh, actually, there is a “manga” scene in this chapter. It’s when Yuuji said, “I love Satoru.”

I just—

AAAAAHHHHH YUUJIIIIIII YOU AND VOX ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. That secure relationship between Yuuji and Gojou? Satoru’s description of how Yuuji’s smile could blot out the sun??? Not me screaming 💀 I also see bits of hints of possible co-dependency, though I could be reading those wrong, but either way I’m good. Secure and possessive relationships are fun to consume hhhhhh

But yeah. There are too many wholesome Yuuji smiles in this fic, and I… I am not confident enough to draw genuine happiness. It’s too much for me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

For this chapter, another reason why I chose these two scenes is just because I want to try and draw cover-worthy pictures of Yuuji and Satoru, and Yuuji and Gojou (cough)

CHAPTER 3:

We start the chapter with Nanamin. Ah, Nanamin. I forgot what his teen self looked like and was surprised to see his design again lmao

I want to draw Yuuji and Nanami scene because… I just want to, I guess. I have never drawn him before (Yaga as well) so that's an interesting challenge. I got two ideas on how I want to draw it. One is a bit painting-esque, and the other one is like another chapter cover. In the end, I chose the cover one because I want to emphasise the difference between teen!Nanami and the Nanami from Yuuji’s original timeline, and how the watch feels like a connection between the same (yet not) person. It’s a bittersweet feeling? In a way?

I’m not really good at explaining my intention ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

I love Yuuji’s answer to Nanami's question.

AND FINALLY.

A Yuuji SandwichTM scene.

And oh B O I do I love it. Have I told you I like every chapter? I probably have. But this one? Satoru’s curiosity, Yuuji’s on-brand self-deprecation, and Gojou come strolling down to show more of Yuuji to his mini-self. I want to draw this whole scene, from Gojou finding them, feeding Yuuji snacks, bitch-slapping Satoru into the backroom, to Yuuji growling. Them trying to hide a boner from Yuuji’s growl got me cackling so hard I LOVE IT 😭

I love it all. Please love Yuuji in my stead, Satoru and Satonyan :3

Oh! Also! 40-finger Yuuji sounds really, really cool! I’ll be happy with whatever Vox will give us in future chapters, but 40-finger Yuuji… possible scene with this timeline’s Sukuna… my god. The action! The drama! The bloodshed! One can only hope.

However, as much as I love that whole scene, it’s still too much for me :”) I’m still not yet confident in delivering the humour and action. Also my already-long drawing plan had my brain groaning in protest so I can’t push my luck :'D

When Gojou said "He looks sweet, but he's a bit of a beast", I kept picturing Yuuji staring innocently, but there was an edge to his look. As if the moment Satoru looks away, he will pounce. But in the end I just stick with innocent-looking Yuuji because I accidentally drew his eyes that way and I want to keep it in lol

Since Satoru points out how soft and cuddly Yuuji is, I also want to draw soft Yuuji :v

And the last one… is the last scene. For some reason, I read that both Gojou and Satoru share Yuuji’s lap and was having a frustrating yet fun time figuring out how it’s… physically possible, without having their butts on the ground because they both are not small at all. As I lined the art, I reread it again and… perhaps I read it wrong? Satoru is beside Yuuji, and not on his lap? So yeah, this one might be the least accurate, but hey, at least you can view it as a crack drawing or something :v

AAAANNNDDD I HAVE EXCEEDED TODAY’S BRAIN CAPACITY OF FORMING WORDS

Have I told you I love this fic?

…I probably have.

Have an amazing week (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

#yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk ship #jjk-ship #五悠 #goyuu #goyu #5u #gojou x yuuji #speedrun this bad boy of a project in 3 days #from planning #now I can sleep in peace

[flutteringphalanges]

Reaching for the Stars

Adam Warlock x Star Lord!Sister Reader

Prompt:  When your infant daughter starts to exhibit signs of inheriting her father’s powers, you and Adam find yourselves in quite a predicament. Not to mention when your brother, Peter, finds himself caught up in it. 

Word Count: 1,509

A/N: So I decided to write another one shot involving the reader and Adam Warlock having a child together. It is the same baby mentioned in my first one shot Aydith. The baby’s name is a combination of Meredith Quill and Ayesha (Adam’s mother). Also I couldn’t decide if the reader is married to Adam or dating, so I just said “partner”. You can decide! I might do another part to this one but I am not sure. I am open to requests! I hope you enjoy!

                                 Reaching for the Stars

“Look, I’m no baby expert, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t exactly normal.”

Your heart was pounding too hard to even glare at your brother for his comment as the two of you stared up at the ceiling. You had only turned your head for a minute. A minute! And now your baby had decided that she no longer liked the ground and instead preferred floating several feet in the air where you couldn’t reach her. Thank god you were at least inside!

“Peter, do something!” You cried out, finally looking over at your brother in desperation. Oh, you felt sick. And faint. Christ, where the hell was Adam?! “Help me get her down!”

“What am I supposed to do?!” He gestured, obviously beginning to panic as well. “I’m not Groot! I can’t just extend my arms and grab her!” Peter exhaled and began to look around. “Maybe there is something we can use in here, like a broom?”

Your jaw dropped. “You want to hit my baby with a broom?!”

Peter threw his arms up in the air in frustration. “How the HELL did you come to that conclusion?! Why in all the universes would you assume I’d want to smack my niece out of the air?!”

“I don’t know?!” And your panicking was slowly growing into hysteria. You were just getting accustomed to parenting and now your perfect baby had decided to show off her celestial talents. Dammit, where was Adam?! “Aydith, it’s okay! Mommy is right here! Don’t move!”

Unlike you and her uncle, the infant seemed as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She floated in one place, occasional flipping and offering you a two tooth smile. Her (your eye color) sparkled and she giggled down at the two of you, completely unaware of the terror she was causing you both.

“Y/N?”

Both you and Peter turned to see Adam standing in the doorway. If it hadn’t been for the severity of the situation, the way his expression of confusion switched to one of bewilderment upon seeing his child in the air would’ve been comical. You didn’t have time to enjoy the feeling of relief as you hurried over to his side.

“Our baby is flying!” You pointed as if he couldn’t clearly see the situation before him.

“I didn’t know she could do that.” He replied so innocently. Damn, you loved him so much but sometimes…

“Nor did I!” You sighed deeply, trying to regain some form of composure after losing it with Peter. “But apparently she can and now she is up there and I cannot get her down!”

“Y/N wasn’t open to any of my ideas--” Peter began to argue before you cut him off.

“Because you wanted to knock Aydith out of the air with a broom!” You hissed.

“I was going to try to hook the handle on her overalls and pull her down!” He shot back. “But you didn’t even let me finish my plan!”

You really wanted to point out Peter’s interesting history when it came to planning, but decided against it. Instead, you watched as your daughter peered down at Adam, her chubby, little arms reached out towards him. Effortlessly, your partner rose into the air and gingerly took a hold of her. The moment his feet touched the ground, the wave of relief that hit you almost brought you to your knees.

“Oh, Aydith!” At once, you scooped her from Adam’s embrace and hugged her close. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay?!” It was a battle to hold back tears as you held her close.

“So the kid can fly now.” Peter said as he looked at Adam. “And she isn’t even one yet. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and assume you are just as clueless as the rest of us of what else Aydith might be capable of?”

You felt Adam’s hand rest on the small of your back. Even though his eyes weren’t fixed on you, you knew he was trying to offer some comfort. You moved closer, resting your head against him as Aydith fiddled with the collar of your shirt.

“No, I’m sorry.” His eyes met yours, the look on his face hard to read. “Until I learned Y/N was pregnant, I didn’t even think it was possible for us to reproduce.”

Your daughter let out a whine, one that you had come to recognize as her needing a nap. Peter made a goofy face, trying to make her smile. He’d always been so good with her--not that you had ever doubted he wouldn’t be. Aydith looked back at him, one cheek pressed against your chest. She was tired--and if you were quite frank, so were you.

“We need to talk with the others.” Peter stated, looking from you to Adam. “Maybe come up with some sort of game plan to keep Aydith grounded until we fully understand what she is able to do.”

Your eyes flickered down to your daughter who appeared to have finally drifted off. She was so small. So little. How could someone like that do something so extraordinary, yet so terrifying at such a young age? You didn’t fear the possibilities of what she would be like if she had inherited some of her father’s powers. No. No, you worried what would happen if she did. What dangers she would face. That’s what scared you.

  “Okay.” You nodded, shifting her in your arms. You knew the other Guardians would literally drop anything any of them were doing and come to your aid if you asked. That’s what families did after all. There was an old saying you remembered that said it took a village to raise a child--in this case, that village was turning out to be Knowhere. “Let’s do it.”

                                                      XXX

Silence followed you as you and Adam walked to Aydith’s room. Peter was gone and a part of you felt guilty of not apologizing after he left. You made a mental note to do so the next time you saw him. When you reached her crib, you cautiously set her down, doing your best not to wake her. Thankfully you were successful.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” The sound of Adam’s voice pulled you back to reality. “I never even fathomed the idea of Aydith having my abilities. If I had known, or even considered it for that matter…” He shook his head, guilt heavy in his tone as if he blamed himself. “If there hadn’t been a roof…”

The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad. Adam’s powers, his gifts, they were beautiful. You didn’t dare want him to think otherwise. And certainly you didn’t want him to think that he’d cursed your daughter. Reaching out, you take a hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers. Aydith was safe. That was what was important. She was in her crib before the both of you passed out. Completely and utterly lost to the world.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” You assured him, reaching up with your other hand to turn his face towards your. “Aydith is a part of you, just as she is me. And I suppose one of those parts of you involves her having some sort of special abilities.” You offered him a small smile. “Even if witnessing my child levitate in the air wasn’t what I had initially ever anticipated her doing.”

Adam squeezed your hand. “No, I cannot say I pictured her doing so either.”

You both watched her quietly, his thumb gently stroking your hand. You were still on edge, though your anxiety had lessened quite a bit since Aydith had been deemed safe. Exhaling, you catch Adam’s gaze in your own.

“We’ve got this.” And you were a little surprised how sure you sounded. “At least, we can’t afford not to be, right? After everything we’ve been through as Guardians, I think we can manage this new milestone…Or whatever you want to call this new development.”  

The corners of Adam’s mouth twitch slightly upwards at your words. “Yes, I agree with you. We haven’t let anything stop us yet.”

He dropped your hand and wound his arm around you to pull you into a kiss. You let your eyes close for a moment, melting in his embrace. It was moments like this that you cherished between the two of you. Especially after Aydith had been born and your intimate times had shifted some depending on her needs. Parenthood had surely become a whirlwind--one that you had welcomed with wide, open arms.

“I love you.” You murmured softly, pulling back just enough so that your eyes met. “Both of you.”

“And I you.” Adam replied, resting his forehead against yours. “In every universe and every dimension.” He turned away for just a second to peer over at your daughter before looking back. “We’ve got this, don’t we?”

This time, the nod you gave him felt much more confident. “Yeah,” you agreed. “We do.”

#Adam Warlock #Adam Warlock x Reader #Reader x Adam Warlock #gotg vol 3 #Peter Quill #Star Lord #Aydith Warlock #Adam Warlock Imagine

[katyspersonal]

your mutual friend group is terrifying and i love it

PFFFFTTTTtttTttTT I am glad to hear this, anon xD Honestly my random morbid cannibalism jokes is not even our final form, usually it goes more like:

nobody:

me, hyperexcited: GUYYYS GUYS I just realised something after playing BLORBOrne for 50th time, I am such a dumbass ahaha! Turns out that there is a very hard to see detail in the data of Boris (datamined by Russian hackers: ( x ))! The shade of his right eye is kinda white-ish which lines up with theme of losing eye color upon becoming a furry, so despite boasting about his grip he has been secretly reading furry pr0n comics more than he should have! (tagged: #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #blorborne observation #as usual I notice this kind of shit too late AAAAAAAAA #listen it is 5 AM don't @ me)

someone: Katy pls I don't even know who Boris IS 😭

me: What do you mean, he is an easy to miss summon in Horse-Plinked Village!!! By the way, there is a bunch of lore that can be concluded from his items that he never uses but they are in the game files, even though he doesn't have any dialogue!

someone: 😭😭😭

my friends FANDOMette, Wow and Chicken: *reblogging* (tagged: #this is sooooo interesting #really nice observation I never thought about that #I am NOT normal about this #blorborne #boris the cocksucker #nice to finally see more ideas about boris)

fareehaandtheitalians: Girl this is incredible I HAVE NO WORDS, I feel like I am gaining Insight points when I am reading your posts

Jara that reads like 'jara' and not like 'yara' lol: *reblogging* (tagged: #yeah nobody is really safe from corruption in this setting #just like in real life xd #no wonder that I like this game so much because it is just as hopeless as reality #xd #bloorborne)

Chicken: *reblogging from Jara that reads like 'jara'* *screenshot of the tags* GIRL ARE YOU OK 💀💀💀

me: *reblogging from Chicken* NO ONE WITH AT LEAST A BASIC AMOUNT OF BRAINCELLS CAN FEEL OK IT IS NO ONE'S FAULT THAT YOU THINK LIFE IS ANYTHING BUT FARM OF SUFFERING

me and Chicken: *start fighting in the reblogs with progressively ridiculous points about meaning of life and idiotic memes*

fareehaandtheitalians: *already started doodling a meme based on this, as if to immortalize it in a tapestry*

Boom: *reblogging the showdown at its final point when me and Chicken already obliterated one another into a bloody mess* (tagged: #ehehe #stay silly you two!)

other Elden Twink mutuals: *eat popcorn*

Comic: *reblogging* WHY CAN'T YOU TWO BE LEFT WITHOUT BEING WATCHED FOR EVEN ONE DAY?!

Jara that reads like 'jara': Lol I made everything become cursed again xd

Chicken: No, Jara (reads like 'jara'), it is not your fault! You see, none of this would have happened if SOMEONE finally admitted that they are simping for [insert a character that either has the worst haircut in the setting or is so generic-looking that it actually embarrasses me]

robertzombie: *reblogging* She WHAT? People in this fandom have the worst taste I swear

me: You see FRIEND, we will know who ACTUALLY has a bad "taste" when I try a meal out of certain "bird" if you see what I mean.....

Fandomette: KATY NO, DON'T EAT YOUR FRIENDS... You wanted to eat Mewmecolash or something stop 😭

me: WHY ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS SO DEADSET ON OUTING MY SECRETS FOR RANDOM PEOPLE TO READ?????? (tagged: #lmao as if anyone is going to read us after shit like this)

Chicken: THIS IS REVENGE FOR YOU MOCKING MY SON SURPHERROTH MWAHAHAHAHA

me: I AM ENDING THIS POINTLESS FIGHT HERE BECAUSE UNLIKE YOU PUNKS I HAVE SOME REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO *spends the rest of the day napping or watching cursed Elden Twink challenges letsplays*

Wow: *messaging me in Discord* Dammit what was THAT hahaha

me: Thank you for NOT having my back as usual, well, at least you are good for finishing a dumb post with lol

#LOL!!!!!!!!!! #i am glad! #ask replies #mutuals #no context #shitposting #lore council #okay sorry I won't do it again xddddd

[sadchip]

Rehabilitation Is Bullshit

This fic is nearly 100% based off of an idea @letmerambleplease had.

TW: Lots of cussing, Valentino.

Part 2

Velvette walks into her new room and sighs. She's only been here three days and she misses her linen sheets. Her plushies. And dammit, maybe she misses her friends a little. Not that she'd ever tell them that.

She looks at her luggage. She doesn't wanna unpack this shit. Then again she kinda has to, so…

She picks up her luggage and she pulls everything out, laying it on her bed and shoving her bags in the closet.

She grabs the spare fabric and the notebooks she brought. Just because she's trying to get revenge doesn't mean she's going to get behind on her work. She has a line coming out in a few months.

Despite what some may think she actually does love her job. And her business partners however begrudgingly it may be.

She pulls out her clothes and shoves them in the closet and the dresser.

When she's done putting her stuff away she sits at the desk that's at the front of the room. She's really fucking bored. She pulls out her notebook and a pencil. Might as well get some work done.

But she can't, the ideas are all garbage. She can't get shit done when she's bored. She makes her emotions. The designs will be boring, and that just won't do. She groans and hits her head on the table.

She really should stop doing that.

Suddenly she gets the feeling that she's being watched. She looks around, but no one is there. She shrugs, she's probably gone insane with boredom. Vox will have to pick her up in a body bag.

She chuckles at the thought. She can't wait to have him on his knees begging for her to come back. Maybe she wants to go back a little too.

Not because she misses them or anything… She misses her room. Nothing more, nothing less.

She stands up and sits on the bed, it's comfortable enough. She's about to get back up when she hears a knock. She gets up and answers it.

The Princess is standing there, smiling. “Hey!” She says happily. It's honestly annoying how upbeat she is. “We're going to do an activity, do you wanna join us?”

Velvette wants to refuse, to slam the door in her face. But she's so fucking bored. “Sure, its not like I have anything better in this shitty hotel.” She answers, brushing past Charlie.

Charlie follows her, trying to make small-talk the entire time. Velvette wants to rip her eyes out. Does this bitch ever shut up?

They all sit in the living room. Velvette is in a chair in front of the radio demon. She doesn't get what Vox sees in him. The guys teeth are fucking disgusting, and he smells like shit.

Charlie stands in front of them. “Okay, now that we have somebody new I thought it would be fun to play a game!” She says happily as she looks at everyone.

Nobody seems interested, she either isn't interested or doesn't care, because she just keeps on talking. “Okay, everyone get onto the floor!”

Velvette ends up sitting beside the princess and her girlfriend. Charlie explains that they'll all be playing two truths and a lie to get to know each other.

Charlie starts smiling as she thinks. “Okay… Lucifer is my dad, my eyes are blue, and my favorite color is red!”

Velvette scoffs. This will be a long day.

Around thirty minutes passes and eventually it's Velvette's turn. She thinks for a moment before she speaks. “I died in the late 2000's, I hate the color brown, and…” She smirks, pointing to Nifty. “I watched that one kill an angel.”

Charlie smiles. “Ooh! Ooh! That one!” She says, seemingly proud that she found out the ‘right answer’

Velvette cocks her head to the side, still smirking. “I died in 2012.”

Charlie's eyes widen almost comically.

—

It's day five and Velvette is still bored as shit. She's currently sitting in the lounge area, she's playing on her phone. Angel Dust and that fucking cat are talking at the bar.

Angel Dust has been shooting glares at her every fucking chance he can. Too bad, Valentino would lose his shit if he thought they were hanging out…

She stands up and walks over to the bar, she smiles at the cat guy. “Whiskey.” She says simply as she scrolls through her phone.

He starts making it, mumbling curses under his breath. Velvette turns to Angel Dust, a smirk on her face. She flips her phone to Angel and he chokes on his drink.

On her screen is a picture of Valentino tripping and eating shit on some pavement. He thinks she deleted it, but he doesn't have to know.

“Here's the deal.” She starts, turning off her phone. “You take a few pictures with me while I'm here. It will piss Valentino off. And I'll also give you that lovely picture.”

Angel Dust stares at her for a moment. He smiles and takes the drink that the cat guy made for him without him even asking for it. He drinks it. “You had me at pissing off Valentino.”

AN: Hey, I finally updated this, I couldn't really find a way to improve it, so I just posted it as is. All in all I kinda like it.

#fanfic #hazbin hotel velvette #inspired by a mutual #hazbin hotel

[auroracalisto]

takeout — while helping plan for eddie's next DnD session, an argument ensues about what you'll get for dinner. cue eddie prepared to say whatever it takes to get what he wants. word count: 805 words tw: gn!reader, arguing, pre-established relationship (eddie is your bf), eddie being dramatic as hell a/n: requested by the amazing @yn-ymn-yln

“Is it worth it?” Eddie asked, staring at the sheet of paper in front of him.

“What?”

You mindlessly flipped through the pages to your DnD book, not bothering to look up at your boyfriend. At times, you truly believed sometimes Eddie just talked to hear himself talk. Not that you could blame him, of course—he did have a nice voice.

Eddie’s brows furrowed, frustration evident on his features.

“Having spaghetti for dinner?”

You paused your flipping, a page about bards staring back at you. Blues and greens and colors in between blurred in your vision as you looked up at him, a perplexed look residing on your own face.

“What? Is having spaghetti worth it?”

“Yes,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands. Eventually, a hand raked through his tangled hair, but his eyes remained glued on the worn table. Rings left behind on the dark wood from many days of cold drinks, the remnants of his last smoke still littering some of the table as well.

What was he getting at?

“I don’t see why not,” you shrugged, sitting your book down. You crossed your arms defiantly over your chest.

“But it takes sooo long, y/n,” he whined, finally looking up at you with his big, puppy dog eyes. “Can we pleeease get take out?”

Dammit. You were a sucker for those eyes. But not today. You always caved.

“No,” you said.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Eddie—“

“Please?”

“No! It takes too long to get, Eddie. Plus, I’ve already bought everything for spaghetti.”

“But y/n—“

“—but nothing!”

Eddie groaned and flopped back on the couch, an arm strewn across his eyes to block the light glaring down from overhead. He huffed, a solid frown etched into his handsome features.

He wasn’t about to give up.

“I want takeout,” he said.

“Eddie!”

“Y/n!”

“Oh my god.”

“Oh my god,” he mimicked you, voice and all, as he abruptly sat back up. He crossed his arms over his chest, kicking his legs up on the edge of the coffee table, narrowly avoiding your black pencil case and the notebook you had been scribbling on. His now crumpled paper finally fell from his lap, finding a home on the floor. How he held onto it for so long without losing it before now, you would never know.

“Y/n, please. I’ll pay for it,” he said, wide eyes looking at you.

“Eddie.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m begging you,” he said, leaning forward.

He watched as you finally sat your book down on the coffee table, giving him your full, unwarranted attention.

“No takeout.”

“You are just being difficult!”

Eddie stood up, throwing his hands in the air. His rings glinted in the light, catching your attention momentarily.

“Difficult?! I am not! We just have everything already!”

“And we can make it another day!”

“I can’t believe we’re arguing over this!” you exclaim, leaning back on your chair. “Eddie, stop it!”

He lunged forward as you yelled his name, narrowly avoiding hitting his knee on the edge of the table. His hands gripped onto the arms of your chair, face inching dangerously close to your own.

His serious face quickly dissolved into a cheesy smile as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He barely pulled back, just far enough that you could feel the warmth from his skin.

Your cheeks burn, but you’re not sure if it’s because of your anger or because of Eddie in general.

“Please? I won’t ever ask you for anything else.”

“You’re full of shit, Munson.”

He gasped, eyes comically wide. “Munson?! Since when do you call me that?!”

“Since you—“

He pressed a kiss to your lips again, cutting you off.

“Please. I beg of you. Let me get takeout.”

You rolled your eyes. You had been looking forward to cooking with Eddie—you had even bought him his favorite type of bread and pasta. You would just have to do it another night. But finally, as you watched your boyfriend staring at you with those gorgeous eyes, your resolve cracked.

“Fine,” you sighed, letting your arms fall from their position against your chest. You had no reason to be ‘stern’ with your boyfriend anymore.

Eddie widely smiled, cupping your cheeks with his hands. He pressed yet another kiss to your pouting lips, thumbs gently brushing against your skin.

“Thank you, cutie,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Get off me. Go and order it.”

“You want your usual?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled away from you.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you scoffed as you picked up your book, finding the spot you left off on. “Make sure you order wontons. You forgot them last time and complained all night.”

Eddie let out a laugh as he made his way to the phone, his grin never once leaving him.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader #imagine #gender neutral #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things x reader #joe quinn #joseph quinn #gn!reader #request

[cebwrites]

OK I'm currently in a binge/obsession of a certain show that's got me hooked! hard! and then I'm also in the midst of one piece marathon and these two came together in my self ship daydream and now I must get it out before my brain melts!

to the point! how do you think Law would react to finding out his S/O somewhat secretly/doesn't exactly advertise their deep love for the show (or comic in one piece case) of Bee & Puppycat? like as far as dressing similarly to Bee (when not in boiler suit lol) and having a puppycat plush they sleep with? trans male s/o please!

Law canonically likes cute things and this show is so cute! I wanna be cute like that dammit!

hi anon, your idea was so adorable i couldn't go back to sleep properly after reading it and had to get this out lmao i haven't actually seen the show so i couldn't tell you anything about it, but i did do a cursory google search to see what the mc's outfits were like-

glad to know i’m attracting the kind of target demographic (trans/queer) i’m looking for though 💕

having a s/o who secretly wants to dress cute (Law)

transmasc reader, he/they law word count: 0.5k

As far as your obsession with a comic goes, Law really has no ground to stand on given his Sora fanboy status, so you wouldn’t see or hear a peep of judgement from them

He’d humor you and show a passing interest at first, especially if you did the same for his fixation on the Sora series, but start reading in their own time too because the cute elements and style reeled them in

It’s something tender the two of you can share together once you catch them sneaking issues of yours into his office and then hastily clearing his throat to dismiss any potential teasing (it doesn’t work but be nice)

I’ve mentioned this elsewhere already, but clothes are clothes - Law is aware that presentation doesn’t necessarily mean identity and they’d chastise anyone who equates and/or conflates the two

So when they find out how you’d like to really dress out of uniform, he doesn’t really bat an eye - a guy (trans or otherwise) wants to wear cute skirt go spinny, what about it? Surely there’ve been stranger happenings on the Grand Line of all places

But they’re more than understanding if you’re hesitant to wear it out, I can assure you that no one on this fruity, genderfuck god damn crew would judge you for even a second for having those reservations

Everyone wants you to be happy and comfy though; if that means wearing your Bee fits only in the Tang (the air conditioned floors anyway) around your peers, building up the confidence to wear them out and about while asserting your masculinity, or only being comfortable donning the cute high-waisted shorts and poofy sweaters in the privacy of the shared room with your love doctor - then so be it

If you do wear your Bee fits out and some gender essentialist twat gives you shit for it, you can expect their head to be swapped with their ass faster than the dysphoria can settle in, the rest of the Hearts are immediately there to take your mind off things so you don’t linger on that negative interaction, too 

Fuck that bitch, guys can wear cute clothes and still be manly and fucking adorable

Law’s known to add some splashes of color to their wardrobe every now and again, so maybe some days he’ll even match with you - only in the sub though, he’s got a(n emo) reputation to keep up babes

The one thing that may cause some tension, however, is ‘custody’ of your Puppycat plush - that Law insists is “ours” now because you’re dating them - and why it always ends up on their side of the bed or his office, depending on how willing you are to share, or point out how Law gets huffy about you cuddling his walking plushie and youngest, therefore the certified baby of the crew, navigator; Bepo

Keep it up, though, and Law might just shambles you into the bedroom you share and stubbornly cling to you like an oversized teddy bear for the rest of the evening, with you powerless against their grip - not that you’d mind that, really...

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece law #one piece headcanons #x reader #one piece heart pirates #op x reader #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d water law #he/they trafalgar law #law x you #law x reader #law headcanons #law x male reader #law x masc reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #bee and puppycat #this was really fun #indulgent and soft as hell is the brand here baybeeeeeeee

[kimberlyannharts]

LAST TIME ON RANGER ACADEMY: Sage is a Green Ranger and.........this is a bad thing, I guess. I'm pretty sure it's actually fine and Sage just has social anxiety (she is just like me fr). But now Tula knows about it, and Tula only has good ideas, right?? It's Ranger Academy #6!

= DAMMIT Tula i want the faculty at this school to get some character development already. I don't think we've even SEEN the Headmaster since....issue 2???

=literally digging my nails into my leg to accept that the White Ranger balloon is just a cute little Easter Egg and NOT a wrench into this book's lore (we'll get to the ACTUAL wrench later)

= I'll be totally honest when I first saw this panel I was like "holy shit are Kartyr's parents a big polycule" but then I realized two of them are probably those sisters he mentioned. Ellen Degeneres as a Xybrian at the end is killing me though

= and yes, as mentioned.....

= MATHIS' MOM IS NADIRA HERSELF, the ONLY show canon parent of the main cast! And she's serving cunt even with two children; happy for her

= As for Mathis' dad, uh............that's actually pretty vague. At this point the franchise has established the Joe/Nadira marriage from Hyperforce pretty firmly, but he's not actually mentioned by name in this conversation. All they say is that he's a Power Ranger, so really, this could apply to Joe OR Lucas. Especially when you think about.......if Mathis's dad is a green ranger........then again, how does that work with the academy erasing extra colors from the students' awareness. What if Sage revealed her Green crystal to Mathis all dramatic-like and Mathis was just like "......okay? My dad's a green ranger, it's whatever" (or alternatively "my dad works with a green ranger, it's whatever")

= also I don't really understand what they're trying to imply here. Is Lucas or Joe dead. Whatever, as long as it means Hyperforce can finally leave me the fuck alone for ONE COMIC SERIES

= but anyway regardless of who Mathis' dad is the most important takeaway from this is they're half-mutant. So do they get crazy nail-lengthening powers or what

= dammit Theo the magic school being SOOOOOO SAFE until it's literally demolished by the big evil is another trope as old as time, stop jinxing it!!!!!!

= FFUFUUUFCKING DARK SPECTER LEAVE ME ALONE

= also Sage immediately thinking she's responsible for a school-wide threat response is so funny and so real

= this is also so fucking funny though it's literally the G-rated version of "we gotta make out to take attention off of ourselves!!!!!" Sage/Lindy is still superior though

= oh!

= well.......I have to admit this is actually a pretty good twist. We were so focused on the idea of Sage's other dad? Rhianth's friend? being a green ranger that we never considered there were other green rangers too

#text #mmpr comic #mmpr comic spoilers #comic recap #RA 6

[downfallofi]

That doesn't sound bad. That's only disappointing if it disappoints you. What kind of stuff do you tend to sketch if I may ask? Also might've been low key seeing if you play video games that I could invite you to play.

Ah, you know, thank you for this. 🥹 they are my hobbies, and I need to learn not to minimize them or apologize for liking them. (Old habits, it comes with growing up the way I did and being told that liking comic books and Star Wars and "living in a fantasy world" was making me weak) But yeah I mean. It's not disappointing to like reading, or art, or video games, nor does it make someone a loser.

(I need to remember that)

I love to draw all kinds of things, I have a sketchpad filled with stuff from reference/still life, I like practicing drawing flowers, I actually sometimes like drawing smut/ shibari and if I ever actually posted that online I'd tag the models I referenced... not even in a horny way but there's something wonderful I find in shibari or fetish stuff artists that they challenge you, in drawing in a pen and ink medium, to workshop how you adapt poses, musculature, lighting, all that stuff.

And I have a lot of superheroes.

When I was a kid, all the way up to about 17, I wanted to be a graphic novelist, make my own comics that were like just my teenaged brain firing off ideas I'd sponged up from a lot of X-Men and a LOT of Toonami. I didnt go on to become a comics artist, in fact, due to being discouraged by my dad and others (...but, well, my dad) I sort of came to the conclusion it was childish ("cute lil cartoons," they were derisively called) and let my gift atrophy. I drew nothing.

So in coming back to it, slowly over the last... ten years? Ive gotten back in to art.

It's not the same as it was. Sadly, it can't be, that fire I had when I was young was well. Stomped out.

So I cant make panels, and I struggle with transition and movement from one panel to the next to make a story flow, and sometimes it feels like I draw OTHER people's heroes like Spider-Man like I'm a fucking cover band at a dive bar playing KISS.

But I've still worked on it, and grown a lot over those last ten years, and found a peace in it that yeah, idk, maybe it isnt what I wanted to be when I was young but it's still art, dammit.

So yeah, sorry. Im wordy and it was complicated to answer but you kind of put a dime in and got me talking about it so. My sketchbook has lots of microliner ink drawing, some flowers and still life, some smut, some X-Men cover band stuff, just stuff I want to challenge myself to draw.

I'm also determined to experiment more with color like my copic markers this year so.

Video games I play are really a lot of single player open world stuff, Im currently grinding on um.

...fallout4 OKAY DONT JUDGE ME, I am of the specific brand of gamer that finds some peace and comfort in going back to Skyrim and Fallout from time to time...

I would love to get in to games with other people but I wouldnt know where to start, or what to pick up, frankly, but that is a kind offer and one I'd be interested in maybe perhaps at some point

I take it back... I did have a coop farm in Stardew Valley I played sorta multiplayer with my friend from CO but... our friendship sort of died off and we dont Stardew together anymore... fuck Im sad now.

Sincerely, thank you for the asks and the kindness and if you made it through reading ALL of that shit you are a fucking G and I respect and love you so much

#Answers #Sorry I could ramble a lot about art and superheroes and comics #And my superheroes #And wistfulness and apologies to my teenaged self that I never ended up publishing the comics we wanted to #Ugh #And also now I wanna hop from Fallout to Stardew and get back to my farm #Im like.... eleven years in on my one playthrough and still so much to do #Sigh #Fuck #Im soooo fucking wordy man #Why does nobody shut me up

[wunidz]

Richard and Sonic the Tulpa

TW// blood, self harm, Tulpamancy, abuse, drug abuse, pills, school massacre, death and murder

I’m Richard Pastel, I don't have any social life nor any friends, just acquaintances that barely tolerate me. I've been jobless for about two years, I'm barely living by a thread at my university. My comfort series is Sonic The Hedgehog, I love the series with the amazing gameplay to the funny shows and the complicated comics. I love the blue blur, he’s so cool in every aspect.

As I was searching up random shit on Reddit, I came up with a new discoverie, Tulpas, some kind of imaginary-friend on steroids? From what I've read I can make one with my mind, to be whatever I want it to be, a being materialized in my brain.

I want one. I deserve a friend, I’m tired of being alone, I'll create one, and make it my best friend forever…

I went all out, I went to all of the posts that talked about it, and started taking notes on how to do it step by step.

I could not wait, I was so excited, I can finally have someone to talk to! someone who would understand me, someone who wouldn’t abandon me.

Now, it’s pretty obvious who’s gonna be the lucky one, Sonic. I've loved him since I was a child. His games,shows and comics were there for me, now HE will be here for me.

So it started, I wrote some notes on how Sonic would act, his personality, basically how I want him to be, alongside I drew a small doodle of him, sadly I messed up by how fast I was doing it, I colored his arms blue, such a dumb mistake, god dammit.

But let’s get to the point. I've set up in my bed laying on the wall, while my computer was playing Marble Zone from Sonic 1, I closed my eyes and started… praying? 

I was really concentrating on creating Sonic, I didn't open my eyes for a while.

until, i’ve heard something, I opened my eyes, the sound continued, was coming off the kitchen, i’ve ran into there to see what happened, 

Standing there it was, Sonic the Hedgehog, the blue blur himself, but there were some noticeable differences, he was not wearing his gloves nor his shoes, and his arms were blue? But i was too excited to care about it now, I couldn't believe it, it worked! My cheeks were burning from happiness

“You good there lil buddy?”

“IT WORKED! IT WORKED!”

I jumped up and down

“Hey buddy! Slow down there!!”

“Sorry- I just got a little excited”

I kneel down to be in his view.

“So, you’re the tulpa I created?”

“Yup! on the flesh! Or whatever i’m made out of haha”

“Hehe, What an awful joke!”

Sonic made a silly face.

We get out of the dorm and went to the campus.

“What a beautiful day!”

Sonic said while running in circles around me.

After we spent the afternoon walking and taking interviews for job opportunities, I got in my dorm.

I invited Sonic to my room, and he rapidly sat in my bed.

“damn what’s all this stuff? How do you sleep in here?”

He remarked looking at all my hoarding stored in my bed.

I felt pretty offended, so I ignored the question.

I lay in bed and fastly sleep

The tulpa decided to sleep next to me, similar to a cat.

I slowly wake up, to a sound of Sonic trying to wake me up

“Richard, wake up, wake up you’re gonna be late for class!!” 

“uuuugh okay, i’m getting up!”

I get my materials packed up and go to the classroom, and there i am sitting alone near the window again, but now i have Sonic, he sit on the empty chair, he gives me a huge smile, i give back a small smile

the lesson goes as normal, as i was leaving Tom raynott came up to me

“Hey there Rich! How’s it going my guy?”

“What do you want Raynott?”

“Sorry to bother you, but you’re still looking for a job, right? Me and friends found a ice cream shop nearby that’s hiring and i though-”

“You think I need your help?! I can do this myself, I don't need your pity, okay, Raynott?!”

Kyle Goldman get’s in front of Tom, towering over me.

“Look my guy, Tom just wanted to help you, I don't know why you’re acting up like this!”

“Kyle it’s okay-”

I let out a sigh before I left the classroom, and when I was in the corridor I heard Tom’s voice from the classroom.

“See you next class Richard!”

Walking to the cafeteria, i heard fast footsteps behind me, ii give a look behind my shoulder and see Sonic

“Hey Rich, what happened there?”

“Look, i don’t like people rubbing my struggles in my face”

“Don’t you think he was trying to help?-” “Are you just gonna be nagging me? Look i don’t need help”

“i’m sorry…”

“let’s just get something to eat, i’m starving”

“Yeah me too…”

We get to the cafeteria, get a basic cheap lunch, i fastly eat it, and I see Sonic with a sad expression.

“I still feel hungry…”

“Me too, but I barely have money to buy anything that will fill my belly.”

“Oh…”

“Just let’s go…”

“Okay…”

We get in class, as the professor talks, i get light headed, not a surprised, this is normal at this point, i briefly try to close my eyes, but Sonic comes up to me, talks loud so i don’t sleep

“Rich! Don’t sleep, you need to pay attention!”

“Richard! Wake up!! Wake up!!”

“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Then I notice everyone starts to look at me, And the professor glares at me with an angry expression.

“Sir Pastel, if you don’t want to take this class, the door is right there, I think it is better for you to leave if you’re gonna keep up this attitude.”

Everyone starts to laugh, I pick my bag, and quickly get out of the classroom, my eyes watering in rage by the shame I felt. As i fastly walked to my dorm room, I slammed the door shut, I sat in my bed and started crying. Sonic gets near me.

“Rich, Why did you scream? You needed to pay attention to the class!”

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR FIVE SECONDS?!”

“I’m… only trying to help… I'm sorry…”

“I AM TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT, WHY DON’T YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU?? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST- AARRGH”

Sonic looks down with an expression of guilt and fear, almost crying.

“I’m so-sorry…”

I get a boxcutter in my drawer, I extend it, and fastly cut my wrist.

“AAAHHH!!! w-wha…” 

I get scared by the sudden scream coming from Sonic, he’s holding his wrist, with blood coming out of it, the same spot i cutted it my wrist.

“What was that?!”

“you… hurted me…”

“I did nothing to you!”

“it hurts…”

“Can you stop whining??”

“Rich, please, it hurts…”

“It’s just a cut, it will heal soon, can you please stop whining?!”

“It hurts…”

“STOP WHINING!”

As I screamed, I heard I knocked at my door, I let out a tired sigh and went to answer the door.

“Hey Rich! Just wanted to check up on you, is everything alright?”

It was Tom Raynott, trying to nag me again.

“I’m alright Raynott, please leave.”

I try to close the door me Tom pulled the door to not close

“Hey man, you had an outburst in the class today, you know i’m always here for you, just tell me what happened.”

He makes that cute but annoying puppy eyes

as he’s holding the door, he notices my bloody wrist.

“What 's that?”

“HEY!-”

He picks my wrist with a strong grip, looking at my cut, then at me with a disappointed expression.

“Oh…”

“If I tell you what’s happening will you leave me alone Raynott?”

“Pinky promise! just let me help you Rich”

“I’ve been hearing voices these past days, i can’t barely concentrate, and and i can’t find a job, and i’ve had barely nothing to eat, and I’m just tired… I just feel like I’ll drop dead at any moment.”

“oohh… i’m so sorry to hear that Rich, look, i can’t do much, but i can give you some help”

“I feel pretty ashamed, but I'm very desperate. anything that works is good for me at this point.”

“Well me and my friend Romeo are able to get some meds, I could lend you some to help calm the voices down a little, how does that sound?”

“Sounds great, thanks Tom.”

“AAWWNN YOU SAID MY NAME-”

I immediately frowned and slammed the door in his face.

With a muffled sound I hear Tom.

“HEYY!! Richh, don’t be so meeeeaan”

“Stop acting like this, just give me the meds Raynott”

“Oki doki! brb! And please, don’t hurt yourself, is not good”

“Okay Raynott.”

“W-what do you think you’re doing?!”

I see Sonic standing with a worried look on his face.

“...”

“P-please Richard don’t, i promise i’ll be better, i promise i’ll stop nagging you, just please don’t”

“I don’t even remember why I created you.”

He gets on his knees and starts sobbing.

I hear the knocking again, I open the door, Tom Raynott again, now with Romeo Jones beside him.

“Hope you don’t mind i bringed Romeo too!”

“Sup”

“It’s okay, did you bring the meds?”

“Oh yeah it’s here!”

He brings out a pack of Xanax and Paroxetine, I picked up the pack and thanked them.

“Thanks Raynott”

“Don’t forget to thank my pal Romeo too, he’s the one who gets the meds”

“sigh…  Thanks you too Ivey”

“Don’t need to act like it’s a chore man, and don’t call me that, just call me Romeo.”

“...You two can go now, i’ll see if it works, thanks for the help”

I close the door, and hear their footsteps heading out, as I turn my back and I see Sonic still sobbing on the floor.

“P-please give me another chance! I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’M SORRY

I’M SORRY

𝕀’𝕄 𝕊𝕆ℝℝ𝕐

ⓘ’𝓜 𝓢𝐎ℝℝ¥”

He grabs my feet pleading to me, to not take the pill, i can’t handle this pity party, i can’t handle this brat anymore. In rage, I kick his face, it starts to bleed immediately from his nose, now he’s crying louder than before. I fastly get to the kitchen and get a cup of water, I drink both pills down, as I wait for them to take effect, I look and see Sonic on the floor mopping.

“I-i’m so-sorry, I'm sorry for failing you Rich… I promise I'll be better…”

I just get in bed and I try to sleep. As i wake up, i pick up my phone seeing i was late for class, i get my bag and quickly get in the classroom. As i open the door everyone looks at me, I can feel each one’s thoughts on me… and the professor looks at me with a very disappointed look.

“Hm… late again i see Sir Pastel, go to your seat”

“yes sir…”

I get on my seat, and everything goes as normal. Finally, that brat is not in my ear 24/7 anymore. I feel my head is spinning, and my vision is blurry, but I stand my ground. I won’t leave the class until it is over this time. And before i even know it, the class is over, Tom comes near me and touches my shoulder.

“Hey Rich, you good?”

“yeah, yeah, the annoying voice stopped now”

“Glad to hear that! Also would you like to change contacts? Since we’re friends now hehe”

“huh…? okay…”

I pick my phone and give it to him so he can put his number, while he does the same with me. 

“Call me whenever ya need Rich!”

“Thanks Raynott.”

He made a peace sign and left the classroom with his friends, with Kyle Goldmann strangely missing? those two were glued like moths to lamps, but whatever not my problem. I wanted to eat something, but my money ran out. I feel my eyes water, but there’s nothing for me to do.

I just get to my room, and get on my bed, just feeling tired and sad.

Why can't I do anything right?

I just want to die.

as my self hating thoughts consume me, i slowly fell a sleep

“PLEASE COME BACK, I’M SORRY I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PᴸEᴬSᴱ”

I woke up five hours later, all sweaty and hyperventilating, I felt my heart sink, I looked at the end of my bed, standing there… was Sonic…

but he looked a little different, his fur had grown a little darker, some fluff growed from his cheeks and he was filled with bruises on his thighs and wrists.

“W-what…”

“I MISSED YOU

I MISSED YOU SO BAD

SO BAD

𝕀 м𝐈ＳＳ𝕖𝒹 Ƴόย

ᔕỖ 𝓢ⓞ ＢⒶᵈ 

my head felt so dizzy, i couldn't see anything, but YOU’RE BACK! “

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

“The meds effect wore off, but i’ve learned my lesson, i promise i’ll not fail you this time.”

He looked desperate, but I was having none of that shit. I tried to get to the kitchen to get the last pills but Sonic was desperate to not disappear again.

“NO PLEASE, PLEASE NO, I PROMISE I’LL BE BETTER”

When my hands get near the pills, he starts screaming, and hears bleeding screaming, and I accidentally dropped them.

“STOP IT SCREAMING, STOP IT!!! AAAHHH!!! SHUT UP!”

As the screaming continued, it came to a pause when I heard a knock at the door. I opened to see it was Maxwell Jones, my neighbor. I think he heard me screaming.

“Hey mate, you good? I heard some screaming from my room.”

“I’m just- Wait you’re Raynott’s friend right?”

“You mean Tom? yeah we are-”

“DO YOU HAVE ANY XANAX WITH YOU?”

“No i don’t… but i do have adderall”

“Would that calm the voices down?”

“Fuck no, that’s a focus drug”

“Fuuucccckkkk”

“I can call Tom if ya want”

“PLEASE!!!”

“Sheesh, okay just wait a sec”

Maxwell picks his phone and calls Tom, i just observe while he’s talking

“Hey Tom, you know your friend Richard? 

Yeah the smelly one.

Look, he said he needs some help, and can you be here to help him out a lil bit?

he has been screaming, and i want to study, please come quick.”

As we wait, we hear some fast footsteps, we see Tom running down the hall, when he gets near he almost trips over himself.

“Sorry! Got here as fast as I could! Here I bringed some more meds!”

He brings out a small plastic bag with some drugs, I could not recognize most of them.

“Would these help silence the voices?’

“Well, not forever, I've noticed you’re not that well put together, so I recommend talking to a professional.”

“That’s not an option.”

“Oh..”

he looked at me with a worried expression, then he looked at Maxwell, Maxwell made a shrug expressing i was a lost cause.

“Be careful with those, just take one at a time, it might be dangerous”

“Is okay, thank you.”

“Are you really gonna do this?”

I see Sonic standing in the corner, strangely more tall and thin than before, with even more cuts on his wrists and thighs.

“I AM DONE WITH YOU. YOU JUST MADE MY LIFE WORSE.”

“I thought you wanted me? I thought you wanted a friend?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I’M ONLY DOING WHAT YOU WANTED RICHARD.”

“YOU RE USELESS! YOU’RE A GOOD FOR NOTHING, I HATE YOU, I WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU LITTLE IMBECILE SHIT!”

“...”

Tears started to fall from his face, he gags a little.

I pick up the pills, he immediately notices my intentions.

“Don’t you dare Richard.”

I picked all the pills at once and gulp them down, was hard with no water, but I did it.

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

He starts to contort, scream, and… grow?

His body expands, his ribs tear through his skin, exposing it, his face disappearing, a X scar expands and his body gets more abstract. like gas is coming out of him??

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

My head gets a little dizzy, it seems like taking all of the drugs at once was not a good idea at all…

Sonic… no. that thing, starts to laugh like a maniac, As the laughter gets louder and louder and I feel my body getting heavier, and it all went black.

As I slowly wake up, or atleast hope I woke up, I see that I'm in my bed, but… 

what?

I can’t- I CAN’T MOVE MY BODY?!

Why? Why? WHY???

As i try to struggle, i hear a laughter

I try to speak, but I can't.

Is that thing again, i can’t even make out what expression it’s making.

“Seems like your plan backfired hahaha…”

Those meds! I shouldn't have taken them all at once, maybe they’re the reason I'm paralyzed now.

“Exactly…”

It slowly walked near the bed, then it got up in the bed, holding my shoulders and breathing near my face, I could feel it like it was real. Is this really happening?? I’m scared

Please just let me go

“WHY??”

“KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF”

He screamed in my ear for what felt like hours. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I want to call for help, but I can't. I want to scream; but I can’t.

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

I DON’T WANT TO DIE.

“KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOUSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF, KILL YOURSELF”

It feels like days i’ve been in here, unable to move, hearing this screaming non stop, please make this torture stop!

Then he stopped, he looked directly in my eyes. Those terrifying dilated eyes.

“I promise I'll make you happy…”

As it said those words, I hear a loud bang coming from my door, It was Tom?? please Tom save me.

As i hear the fast footsteps get to my room

I see a dagger go through the Tulpa’s body and stab me in the abdomen. I could not recognize the person who did this.

The Tulpa fastly notices what just happened, but it screams in confusion and denial.

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

ACK!-

it got on my Arteries, I don’t want to die! Not this way, not right now, please… It feels so cold.

I feel all my blood coming out, I feel my bed all wet.

“PLEASE RICHARD, STAY WITH ME”

I don’t want to die, please, I'm sorry Tom.

“RICHARD PLEASE, PLEASE LOOK AT ME”

I feel lighter, and… i… can’t… hear… him… anymore…

                         X

“NO NO NO NO Ňσ η𝐎 几𝕆!!!”

“I Can’t feel him anymore… where did he go?”

“Rich? please… i’m sorry”

“What happened…?”

“Where did he go…?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Please come back!”

“I promise i’ll do better”

“i-i i promise i won’t annoy you again”

“Rich… please come back…”

As Tulpa was weeping, a police officer passed by the door and saw Richard’s body

“CHIEF! We got another one!”

“Wow, he got killed in his sleep, poor guy.”

“This is such a tragedy…”

“LEAVE!!!”

Tulpa screams, but they can’t hear him, so his only choice is to ignore them.

After some time a team comes and take Richard’s body

Tulpa tried to stop them, but he couldn't 

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!! GET OFF HIM!”

After they got in the car, Tulpa was unable to keep up.

“Please don’t go…”

#sonic exe #sonic.exe #sonic exe oc #sonic au #exe #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fan character #tom sonic.exe #cult of x #short story #story #original story #writing #writers on tumblr #cw #tw blood #tw death #tw torture #tw murder #tw violence #tw injury #tw abuse #tw abandonment #tw s3lf harm #tw drugs #tw drvgs #tulpamancy #tulpa

[devilheartsblog]

Some Updates on school & stuff I’m working on:

1. Going grayscale

This isn’t talking about regular doodles or full art pieces btw, it’s just referring to my comics, especially Hazy River RGB. It hit me that I’ve started liking grayscale and experimenting with values more, not to mention the comics in grayscale was the original idea or one of the earlier ideas I had and I want to bring it back. I’d also be starting school soon and it would save me some time (tho I do plan to include color in scenes where something is the main focus.

2. Jojo comics?

It’s the last day of my holidays which means my jojo school pasttime comic Jojo’s Bite-Sized Adventure is gonna be back. Idk if I’ll post it here, probably, or make another blog about it, idk lol. Hell I even have a Kars AU where I rewrite the final fight because God Dammit why does he have to win only to pull a Team Rocket, imo that ending for Kars kinda sucked and the Ultimate Life form stuff wasn’t really it for me.

3. More jojo stuff in general, I love Battle Tendency and Kars

I love Kars he’s so handsome and pretty and I like how much of a wild card he WAS. Damn an Aztec god prodigy is now my comfort character lmao. I’ve been getting into Jojo content thanks to my friend and man it’s Exactly the show I wanted. (Except for the basic anime fan service moments cause I don’t like those in general). The fandom content is also pretty good ngl. Wonder if I should share some of my Good Guy Kars AU, it’s still relatively new.

Anyway yeah, I’ll remake my Let’s Go to a Bar episode and delete the og off my twitter and webtoons (and put the message up on my webtoons) after this announcement. Otherwise I don’t wanna wake up early and sit in a classroom aaah 😭

#fnf #hazy river #jojo's bizarre adventure #update #announcement #back to school #i don’t like french classes why does it have to be so goddamn hard man why

[elvenbeard]

Get to know me

I've been tagged in three separate memes with that title by @timaeusterrored and @katsigian, thanks a lot for thinking of me! :D For brevity's and simplicity's sake I'm just gonna throw all of them together in one post ~ Won't be tagging anyone in particular, but if you read this and feel inclined to share some stuff about yourself, pick and choose from the questions listed here and feel free to tag me in your posts! :D

Favorite color: Purple, Turquoise, and Black

Relationship: single

Currently reading: when I'm not re-reading my own stuff for editing purposes, I currently just really enjoy reading everyone's Cyberpunk drabbles and OC lore posts because I live for that stuff! for having been a very bookish kid I don't really read much anymore admittedly D:

Last song Played: "A Dialogue In B Flat Minor" by In Flames (it's on my V playlist and a very Vince and Johnny song to me XD)

Song Stuck in my Head: "Gloves" by Saint Punk (I'm obsessed with it because it fits Vince so much and I'm working on something inspired by it)

Last Movie: oooof... I think it was "The Shawshank Redemption", I was recently in the mood of rewatching some 90s classics while drawing!

Last series: If youtube series count, I'm currently rewatching Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime for the 11th or so time XD I've loved true crime stuff for as long as I can remember and BFU is also just really nice as background noise for when I'm working on something for a few hours at a time. Looking forward to diving into Mystery Files xD (the last "actual" series I watched before that was "Better Call Saul", rewatched it from start to finish in English for the first time xD)

Sweet, spicy, or savory: ooohhh hmmm.... dammit, I guess I'm too much of a sweet-tooth to not pick sweet xD

Favourite Food: Pizza with lots of different cheeses

Craving: to quit my dayjob, because objectively, it would just be really fucking funny to do. We're chronically understaffed and simultaneously also being forbidden overtime to catch up on the backlog, so it's just extremely exhausting at the moment.

Tea or coffee: Coffee, but tea is nice too :3

Dream Trip: everywhere... but my top 3 are Japan, Iceland, and Canada. I'd love to go to Japan during cherry blossom season, spend one week in all the big cities and another more on the countryside, going hiking, looking at temples, forests, and spending a day or two at a ryokan with onsen. Iceland I'd also like to see as much of as possible, I'd actually love to do a guided tour on horseback across the country xD And honestly, same for Canada (without the horses though), also a trip across the country visiting all kinds of sights and cities along the way would be awesome.

Last Thing I Googled: 2023 Conventions Germany

Currently working on: the final stages of my new Kerry x V drawing, editing some VP shoots, writing Vince's background lore fic (6 chapters done, about 6 more to go!), started writing a post-canon fic (but only have a few paragraphs), and my ongoing Cyberpunk 2077 Let's Play videos XD cause I always wanted to make a full Let's Play like that and given my current obsession it works. Looming on the horizon are also some short comics and ideas for mods and even more VP!

Are you named after Anyone?

After an OC of mine, if we go with Elven as the name I'm predominantly using atm XD Long story short, but "Elvenbeard" was an elf OC I once cosplayed as and who got his name from a friend of mine during a very long and funny train ride to the convention we were headed to. Good times XD

2. When was the last time you cried?

A couple of days ago. I think it was a mix of stress and having too many feels about Kerry xD

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, and don't want any. Unless pets count.

4. Do you use Sarcasm a lot?

I would never do such a thing.

5. What Sports do you play/ have you played?

None xD I was the short fat kid that got relentlessly bullied by my PE teacher for years which completed ruined any interest in sports I might have ever developed.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Honestly... I think I've gotten quite good at picking up people's vibes first. Picked up a very bad "stay-far-away-from-them" vibe from someone a couple of days ago, and when I met them again a little while later one of the first things out of their mouth is transphobic bullshit. I (sadly) felt rather validated with my first impression.

7. Eye Colour?

Hazel.

8. Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Both can be good! I don't like overly gory movies or stuff that relies heavily on jump scares, but a scary film with a good story and some unexpected twists I really like (some of my faves being "Hush" and "The Conjuring"). I'm also a sucker for Happy Endings though. Best thing overall? Angst with a Happy Ending.

9. Any Special Talents?

Does hyperfocus count as a special talent these days? XD

10. Where were you born?

Somewhere in rural Germany.

11. What are your hobbies?

Yes... Drawing, writing, sewing, crafting, cosplay, gaming... and the newest addition: virtual photography!

12. Do you have any pets?

Yess, a cat!

13. How tall are you?

160cm/ 5'2 - smol and full of rage

14. Fave Subject in School?

Art, History, and English as a secondary language

15. Dream Job?

Creating things that make people happy and being able to live off of it ooooor anything that allows me to finance that kinda "maker of all kinds of things" lifestyle I'm dreaming of. Ideally, if I have to keep a dayjob, I'd like one that only takes place in the timespan of Monday to Thursday, or Tuesday to Friday, and doesn't start at 5.30 in the morning, but at 9 or 10. Or just generally the option of home office would be nice. I don't wanna be rich, but I'd like to have financial security for myself and my cat, enough time to do my silly little arts and crafts, and travel somewhere cool once a year or so.

#personal stuff

[upagainstthesunset]

Okay I feel like I’ve been looking forward to this FOREVER. So finally, Flash Vol 2, Issue 19 - A Meeting of Rogues 

This cover is everything. 

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.. Wally’s a shoes on the couch kinda guy. Also, gotta love his absolute trash diet. 

I think about this sometimes. Having super speed is such a powerful ability, but there are some scenarios where it just plain isn’t going to help you. Even the ability to vibrate through things doesn’t do much good if you’re going to fall thousands of feet. 

I think I missed when Chunk got Wally’s mansion. 

Obsessed with this reaction. “Ohh nooooo!” AND let’s not skip over the fact that they still call him names and refer to him as Kid because of course they do.

Wait where did Connie come from? I swear I have zero retention for this kind of stuff.

Shirtless Wally strikes again. Can’t believe he told Chunk to take a hike so he could have a booty call. Wait, actually I can definitely believe it. (Meanwhile the batflash shipper in me is like 👀 Batman’s the first one you mention, eh?)

LOVE THESE GUYS. Barry’s enemies seemed fun, and I’m so glad Wally gets to inherit some of them. And can I just say, good on the author to have the rogues react to Barry’s death. We know that it really impacted Wally and he’ll be dealing with that for years to come, but this group of weirdos over here had a relationship with Barry too. And they miss him, dammit.

Hmmm some rogues drama. Interesting, interesting.

This is peak comedy. He just shows up. I can’t believe Connie is totally cool with this though ha ha.

I’ve gotta slow down on the panels bc otherwise I’m going to end up screen capping every single one. It’s too good not to tho.

It’s funny how comics will do some phonetically to convey accents. It always trips me up when I’m reading. Lmao at Barry calling Digger gross.

Btw I’m skipping the Blue Trinity mini story.

Lisa Snart is so nice to chat with Connie, but it’s hilarious that she’s still >:( at Barry. Lisa: “I’ll kill everything he loves” Connie: “Sooooooo shouldn’t that include Wally?” Lisa: “What? No that’d be crazy, duh.”

Okay seriously, I’m really trying not to load up on too many images here, but every single scene is gold. Trickster jokingly testing if Wally could dodge at point blank range, Connie being like “there’s a guy here who became a criminal because he’s color blind,” Chunk showing up to finally give Wally a piece of his mind only to land on Gentleman Ghost. This issue just doesn’t quit. 😂

Lol the rogues are getting drunk and unruly now. 

Ohhh my god and Chunk is popping these randos back in.

This is such a bittersweet and weirdly heartfelt sentiment. The rogues are powerful, and they always were. But they often got hung up on besting Barry, and you know it’s because that’s what they really wanted. And the fact that Leonard’s saying this to Wally, former Kid Flash and current Flash. Just UGH my heart.

Final thoughts:

How do you top this? It’s so fan servicey and I’m all about it. It feels like a filler, but it’s really not. It’s world building, it’s a reminder that these other guys didn’t stop existing just because Barry’s no longer in the story. And most of all, this issue was truly all about Barry Allen. It feels almost like a way for the rogues to move on, to accept that Barry’s gone. And in the process, we get to see them as just a group of nutty weirdos. Yeah they’re sort of unhinged, but they’re not the worst kinds of criminals. They have a camaraderie about them, and sometimes they get along and sometimes they don’t. But hey they accepted Wally enough to let him join them, and that’s pretty cool!

#katereadscomics #wally west #the flash #flash vol 2 #guys this seriously might be my fave one #ive been looking forward to reviewing this for literally months

[russeliarat]

I do believe Jojo has said that Shadow will not make an appearance unfortunately. They said that only the colors given names and their personalities are taken from the manga and nothing else, so no gay ass relationship for Four. But hey, we still have heaps of fanfic with it because we all collectively decided to ignore that he won’t be in the main comic.

It's a bit disappointing but I have a feeling that even if he doesn't show up as a character, he'll be heavily referenced and/or named/drawn at the most. With them fighting a shadow, it's kinda necessary for Four's knowledge to show because he's the character who befriended and manipulated his own shadow.

Hopefully Jojo didn't just throw the entire story down the gutter, maybe she made it so that the FSA manga's characters were used but within the context of the original FS game. After all, MC and FS games are the closest together out of FS and FSA to MC. If that's the case, then it's a little bit more unpredictable as to how Four will be relevant to the plot.

But at the same time, depending on when the comment was made, Jojo could have changed her mind. If it was from like 4-5 years ago then maybe, but if it was like 2 or 3 at the latest, I doubt she's changed her mind. You can't doubt a FS manga reader won't cling to the idea of Shadow in the plot, he's like my favourite character ngl, and I want Four to have some kind of close relationship to someone dammit.

Guess we've gotta just stick to fanfics at the moment then. Tbh, I think Four gets some of the least amount of fanfiction though so uh we Four fans need to step up our writing game.

#ask russ #bit devastated ngl

[midnight-curator]

I keep forgetting the fact that my art doesn’t have to be perfect for it to be posted.

Like I have many comic ideas but then I get so strung up on how it must be: neatly lined, neatly colored, neatly shaded, have highlights make sense, make the background make sense, color the line art-

No! I should be able to post them without feeling the stress of perfectionism, especially when the most important part of it is the story itself.

If I’m paid to make it pretty, then I’ll make it pretty (wink wink)

But in all seriousness, I think that’s the fear that always sets me back in actually starting and posting any little comics; the fear of the work and making it look as presentable as possible when I set the bar so high when I have so many other things happening in life…

So I’ll make it comfortable. Greyscale and minimal color if I have to. I just want to share stories dammit ;;

#luna speaks #comic writing