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squids-comics · 6 months

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So, it turns out you can't queue a reblog of a post that hasn't been posted yet. So, to keep my set up straight, I'll stagger my posts and do John on Monday, Alistair on Tuesday, Jade on Wednesday, Leon on Thursday, comic strips on Saturday, and short stories, updates, and whatever else I can find on Friday and Sunday!

Since today is the first Tuesday of the rotation, here's the first issue of Alistair Chronnus!!

Page One:

Panel one, top half of page:

A child, around 8 years old, sits in the window of a large, gothic manor. He sits at a window near the top of the house, at the base of a large, pointy tower. He looks bored as he watches rain lash against the window pane. He is a pale child with jet black hair, wearing luxurious purple clothes.

Panel two, bottom left sixth of page:

His expression changes to a look of excitement as a voice calls out behind him. He looks away from the window and into the rest of the room. It's a dark room, filled with toys. The window casts a pale blue light on his face, leaving lots of dark spots from the rain drops.

Voice: "Alistair!"

Panel three, bottom middle sixth of page:

Alistair excitedly runs down a grand staircase. It is made of old wood that looks well cared for. It has a thin, slightly worn down and faded, red carpet laid over it.

Alistair: "Is it ready Mom?"

Mom: "Yes sweetie. Are you ready?"

Alistair: "Yeah!!"

Panel four, bottom right sixth of page:

Alistair's mom hands him a rainbow coloured slip of paper. Alistair holds on to it tightly. Alistair's mom, is a young woman, no older than thirty five. She has short blonde hair and a purple dress woven from fine silks.

Mom: "Now Alistair, whatever colour this slip changes to will be your magic element!"

Alistair: "I know Mom... I've been waiting all week for this!"

Page Two:

Panel one, top third of page:

From Alistair's perspective, the panel shows the rainbow sheet of paper laying in the palm of his open hand.

Mom: "I know you're excited. This will only take a few minutes."

Panel two, middle third of page:

The same shot of the paper.

Alistair: "I want to be a fire mage!! Or a really fast lightning mage!"

Mom: "Now Alistair, you are descended from the great Alamonar Chronnus himself! Our entire family tree have all been time mages since the middle ages. You don't even really need to take this test, I just know you were excited for it."

Panel three, bottom third of page:

Same panel of the paper.

Alistair: "I guess that's not so bad. Better than a spooky ghost mage."

Mom: "Yes dear... Hey, the paper should've changed by now."

Page Three:

Panel one, top third of page:

Same panel of the paper from the last page.

Mom: "Artus!! The paper isn't changing!"

Artus: "Our son's paper isn't changing? That can't be possible. This has to be a bad dream."

Panel two, middle third of page:

Alistair looks up to see his mom has moved to the other room to talk to his dad. They both look back at him for a moment, a look of worry on the mother's face and a look of disappointment on the father's.

Panel three, bottom third of page:

Alistair looks back down to see the paper still has the same rainbow stripes on it. The only change to the paper is a fresh pool of Alistair's tears.

Page Four:

Panel one, top left ninth of page:

Text box at top of panel: "Later that night"

Alistair creeps down the stairs in the dark.

Panel two, top middle ninth of page:

Alistair arrives at a large, wooden door and notices the keyhole in it.

Panel three, top right ninth of page:

Alistair looks through the keyhole, his eye illuminated in an orange light.

Panel four, rest of page:

Alistair sees a room with tacky green wallpaper. Inside a fire is roaring, bathing the room in a warm orange glow. Alistair's parents are in the room, fighting.

Dad: "Our son! Magicless?! That's not possible."

Mom: "I know Artus! But the arcane litmus doesn't lie!"

Dad: "Our son, a Chronnus, has no magic. Do you have any idea how the council will react Eleanor?"

Page Five:

Panel one, top left quarter of page:

Both parents continue to fight. They both pause, deep in thought. The dad leans against the fireplace, rubbing his forehead. The mom stands in the middle of the room, rubbing her chin.

Mom: "I know... But what can we do?"

Panel two, top right quarter of page:

They both hold these position as the fireplace sparks and crackles.

Panel three, bottom left quarter of page:

The dad holds his pose. The mom looks over in shock.

Dad: "I think we need to call him."

Panel four, bottom right corner of page:

The mom's shock melts away into a grim look of acceptance:

Mom: "Alright. I'll prepare the ritual."

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Yitzhak!

is a character! who Gregadiah What-Is-Math Rucka gave us almost no information about!

I've gone through Tales Through Time #6: The Bear and #1: My Mother's Axe with several magnifying glasses and done a lot of googling and taken my copy of the Tanakh off my shelf for the first time since (well, since the last time I needed to read Torah for TOG reasons, which I think was Booker Passover headcanons) and here's the best I can come up with.

In The Bear we meet someone who goes by the name Isaac Blue:

Read on for a lot of comic panel analysis and historical research and Jewish flailing!

So what do we know about this Isaac Blue person?

He's Lorge, he's got curly hair, he's basically a taller version of Joe as drawn by Leandro Fernández (ie an antisemitic stereotype why the fuck did they approve this character design?? and then why did they double down and copy-paste it to Yitzhak??):

He's got a mezuzah on the doorpost of his house in Alaska!

I screamed about the mezuzah way back in January in this post where I (very reasonably) assumed this character was Joe and spun myself a tale about how Booker is still Joe's brother so the mezuzah stays up even though Booker isn't welcome in that house for a century. Bottom line: the mezuzah is a tradition with origins in the commandment from Deuteronomy 6:9 to "write the words of G-d on the gates and doorposts of your house" and evolved over the course of the Rabbinic period into the modern mezuzah we see here.

I did unnecessary levels of google image search to glean absolutely no useful information about Yitzhak’s origins from this panel:

I've decided the variant cover of TTT 6 is Yitzhak because of a panel in My Mother’s Axe, shown here, and what's likely an unnecessarily deep reading of Exodus, discussed further down:

The person at the right of the bottom panel is wearing the same clothes as in the TTT 6 variant cover and has the same shoulder-length curly hair and hairy forearms.

Left to right, the people in this panel are Lykon (I'll never get used to him being white in the comics), Andy, Noriko (I think? why doesn't Andy mention her by name here?), and Yitzhak. Andy's robe has a stereotypically Greek design on the sleeve cuff, and I had to stop myself 10 minutes into a Wikipedia rabbit hole because Gregorforth doesn't think that deep about this shit. The solid clues as to timeline that we get in this panel are:

Andy's iron axe

the presence of Lykon, who Andy first met in 331 BCE

So all we know is that Yitzhak is an immortal, he was a contemporary of Lykon, and he's Jewish.

Isaac is the most common Anglicization of Yitzhak (which in turn is the most common Anglophone transliteration of יִצְחָק‎), and Greg always uses the (transliterated) Hebrew when he refers to this character. Yitzhak is the long-awaited child of Abraham and Sarah in Genesis, the child who G-d commanded Abraham to sacrifice but spared at the last minute. I see what you did there, Gregory.

Why Isaac Blue? This is where I pulled out my Tanakh. According to the New JPS translation, blue is the first of three colors of yarn listed in Exodus 35:6 among the gifts requested of the Israelites to construct the priestly garments for the Tabernacle and later the Temple. Then in Numbers 15:38 the Israelites are commanded to "make themselves fringes on the corners of their garments throughout the ages; let them attach a cord of blue to the fringe at each corner."

And now for sandbox timelines party! Gregadiah gave us ALMOST NOTHING to go on, so I'm gonna make my own fun.

I, like many modern Jews, think the stories in the Tanakh are foundational mythology that are valuable because of how they've shaped our people but that contain some fucked-up shit and either way aren't meant to be a record of historical facts. Modern scholarship generally agrees that the community we now call Jews emerged as a distinct group of Canaanites sometime in the late Bronze Age (cw this video's host says the Name of G-d aloud despite being a religious studies scholar who knows that is not a name anyone but the Temple priests are allowed to say). The first non-Biblical written record of the people Israel is from an Egyptian source c. 1200 BCE, and the Biblical kingdom of David and Solomon was probably an exaggeration of whatever really happened during the Bronze Age Collapse. We start getting into historical-fact territory a few centuries into the Iron Age:

588 BCE Solomon's Temple destroyed, Babylonian exile begins

538 BCE Cyrus of Persia allows Jews to return to Jerusalem

515 BCE Second Temple construction complete

332 BCE Alexander the Great At Something I Guess conquered Judea, beginning the Hellenistic period of Jewish history — 331 BCE Andy & Lykon find each other

167 BCE another jerkface Greek king desecrated the Temple and basically outlawed Judaism

164 BCE recapture of Jerusalem and Temple rededication during the Maccabean Revolt

70 CE destruction of the Second Temple by the Romans, beginning of the Rabbinic period of Jewish history that we're still in now

What if... and hear me out... what if immortals come in pairs, and the pairs are:

Andy & Quynh

Joe & Nicky

Booker & Nile

LYKON & YITZHAK

What if Yitzhak was a priest of the Second Temple? What if he and Lykon killed each other just like Joe and Nicky would in the same city around 1300 years later, but instead of enemies-to-lovers speedrun with an absurdly long happily-ever-after, when Lykon died permanently Yitzhak decided to separate from Andy and Noriko and become the hermit we later see in Alaska?

We don't know how old Yitzhak is compared to the others, only that he was a contemporary of Lykon at a time when Andy was using an Iron Age version of her mother's axe. Other plausible origins for him:

a Jew of the early Rabbinic period, maybe a child or grandchild of people who were still alive before the Second Temple was destroyed

a Judean of the Second Temple era under the Romans or Greeks or Persians, maybe a priest, maybe not

an exilee in Babylon, maybe of the generation who got to return, maybe of the generation who was exiled (he doesn't look like he was 50 at his first death but who knows, he could've been mortal for both)

an Israelite of the Kingdoms of Israel and Judah, maybe a priest of Solomon's Temple or again maybe not

an Israelite wandering in the desert with Moses

THEE Yitzhak, ben Avraham v'Sarah, our patriarch who was brought up for sacrifice and then spared, and then spared again, and then spared again, and again, and again...

or! he could also be a Canaanite or other Levantine who predates the people Israel, who at some point in his very long life chose to join our mixed multitude, who like Andromache before him (and like Avram and Sarai would in this case do after him) took a new name to reflect the magnitude of influence this people has had on him

Why do I keep saying Yitzhak might have been a priest? It's thanks to the one detail in the artwork I could plausibly connect to solid research without getting a PhD real quick. Take a look at the gorgeous detail on the opening of his robe in the TTT 6 cover. He's dressed in rags, holes and dirt everywhere, rough stitches probably from hasty repair work — except for the neck opening. Compare that to this description from Exodus 39:23 of the construction of the priestly garments for the Tabernacle: "The opening of the robe, in the middle of it, was like the opening of a coat of mail, with a binding around the opening, so that it would not tear."

The next verses describe the intricate designs for the hem of the priestly garment. Yitzhak's ragged garment looks like the hem was torn off entirely.

Am I overthinking this? Yes I am! You're welcome!

My friend and historical research hero @lady-writes is in a Discord server with Gregadiah and asked the man himself some questions about all this. He clearly thinks he's being sneaky?? No shit Yitzhak is Jewish, dude, I want DETAILS!

I will not be giving up my Jewish Booker headcanon, I've put too much thought into it by now, the internalized shame of antisemitism explains Booker's depression too well for me, and it just adds so much richness to Booker/Nile both being children of forced diasporas. Fortunately (for him, not me, bc I'd do it anyway!) Gregothy supports fan headcanons even when they're not in line with his own:

One last thing before I close like 100 research tabs and go back to writing historical fantasy and/or porn! I love that, despite that atrocious caricature of a face design, our canon Jew and our fanon Jew are both Lorge and Soft and Kind, flying the face of the antisemitic stereotype of Ashkenazi Jewish men as small and weak, but also not falling into the New Jew / Muscle Jew stereotype that Zionism created. (I am trying SO HARD not to talk about Israel/Palestine for once ughhhhhhhhhh) Anyway here's a (US-centric but very good) primer on both these stereotypes of Jewish masculinity. Is this why I'm forever projecting my transmasc diasporist feels onto Jewish Booker the service sub? 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ll reblog a second version of this with full image descriptions so that there’s a version accessible for folks who need IDs as well as a version accessible for folks who get overwhelmed by walls of text.

#TOG POC Love Fest #yitzhak #jewish booker #tales through time spoilers #tales through time #tog meta #tog #jewish things #mine #antisemitism #hi i'm an antizionist jew no i don't really want to talk about it

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SULA’S SONG : Part 25 : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER : A World of Sea tale

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SULA’S SONG : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER

Part 25

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Jenna started by saying, “The first thing that I thought of is sort of a principle. If we are going to do a total refit for war, the needs of fighting have to come first. We can fit our people around what's needed for combat.”

Master Guliard interrupted, “That is very true. I . . .” he paused and visibly struggled to be diplomatic. “May I put that up in the boatshop for everyone to see?”

Mistress Culark amended that by saying, “We need it up in every shop, Ducky. Not just yours.”

Sula pointed back to the drawing and asked, “What do you think that we will need, Jenna?”

Jenna bit her lip and fearfully said, “I thought of several things. To be sure what I want to show you I need to know if we are going to use fire weapons, like the Borens are using?”

Mistress Culark confirmed, “We are, my little hawk. We are making some that we can throw by catapult.”

Jenna nodded thoughtfully to herself and then surprised them all by saying, “I thought so. Loading them will be dangerous, won't it?”

Mistress Culark looked at Jenna with a seriously dawning respect and said, “They will be safe enough to handle and fire from the catapults. If you mean filling them, you are right. That is the most dangerous part of using them.”

Now sure of herself, Jenna pointed at the drawing and suggested, “Make the Armory a lot bigger and put it right here in the middle of the section. It should use all three decks. Make the filling part on the bottom deck and make the floor easy to drop out if there is a loading accident. That will put both the burning stuff and anyone in there down into the water. That gives both the crew and the ship the best chance of living through the accident.

“Run fireproof corridors to magazines fore, aft, starboard and port. While I watched the battle at the Gathering, I saw how we used our catapults and how the Haghunter used theirs. We need our strongest ones up forward, and one or two strong ones astern, as well as the all of the regular catapults.”

Master Guliard thought for a moment and Sula was pleased to see him start to reject the idea and then get a grip on himself. Thoughtfully he looked and finally said, “We could do that. The amount of damage that we already have in the center platform means that we have to completely restructure it. It will need a lot of calculation to do this but the basic notion is sound. I especially like the idea for the weapon loading bay.”

Just as Jenna was relaxing some Sula said, “When I asked you to think of these things, Jenna, I didn't expect this. What made you think so deeply?”

Jenna's young shoulders began to shake. Tears came to her eyes and she sniffled before she was able to get a grip on her emotions. “Ma'am, I was out with you in your boat at the Starseeker wreck. All of those people were murdered. I knew and played with seven of their kids. I identified them all when we brought their bodies aboard. I knew children from the Morag, the Morgan and the Lucky Lady too.”

Even red and rimmed with tears, Jenna's eyes hardened and her back stiffened. “Ma'am, You gave me a chance to put a harpoon into those killers who have turned their backs on the Law and the Dragons. I want our ship to send as many of of them to Dark Iren as we can before we get sent to him ourselves.”

Master Guliard regarded the child before him and asked, “Why are you so sure that we will be sunk? We will be better prepared for war than they are.”

Jenna nodded, “True, Master. They not only outnumber us, we will be fighting in waters that they know. They may simply swarm us until we have nothing left to shoot at them or maybe they might trick us into shallows on a Dragon Tide.” Bleakly, she added, “Like the Strong Skin that killed my mother and father, they don't take prisoners or save survivors. Mirenda and Master Rokor are good foster parents but I don't expect to live long enough to have a child of my own. Perhaps I can keep the Borens from killing many other children.”

Sula nodded a sympathetic understanding, her own eyes tearing a little as she said, “I wish that I had your faith in Dragons to sustain me, Jenna. I won't try to hide the truth from you. I think that you are almost certainly right. On all points. We have to oppose the Boren fleet, even if we die in the attempt.”

After studying the rest of Master Guliard's damage reports and Mistress Culark's weapon designs Sula came to a decision. “This is all better than I had hoped for. Still, we now need all of the rest of the Masters in on the rebuild. We will have the meeting in the starboard mess room. Jenna, will you go to find them and let them know, please?”

With a brisk, “Aye, Ma'am!” Jenna left on her errand.

Master Guliard watched Jenna go and commented, “I think that child may be the most dangerous person on Sea. While the Borens figured out weapons to fight with and we worked on better ones, she was thinking about War, not just fighting. When she is old enough, if we live so long, I want her in my shop. She will probably wind up as an officer instead.”

The End of the Sun's Daughter:

For the next two weeks, Sula nursed her damaged vessel north. At last they reached 75 degrees North latitude and the legal safety of the Dragon Sea. The frigid waters teemed with schools of the twenty to sixty centimeter, eel-like gluefish. Boats put out to net the bounty of precious fish necessary to make the many specialized glue formulations needed to repair and rebuild the ship.

As the fishing proceeded, Strong Skins began to attack both the fish and the fishermen. The harpooners and catapult crews reaped fish after valuable and deadly fish. Their hides were necessary to make or repair almost anything.

It was quickly apparent that, in these latitudes, waiting for nightfall was wasted time. The sun never fully set, only barely kissing the southern horizon. The sun at nadir lit everything with a pale and ghastly light. Even at it's low laying high noon, it shed little to no warmth. The cooks needed far longer to get food ready with the big solar ovens.

Seeing that problem, Sula sat down to her big abacus and began to calculate. After a few hours, she took her results to the now very busy Master Guliard. He called over Willim, one of his journeymen, to look at Sula's design.

Rubbing his chin, Willim remarked, “Not too difficult. Tricky to get the first one to fit that curvature exactly, but then we can use it to make a mold and lay up the rest of them without any difficulty. We will need more Sidejumper scales to line them with than we have in stock at present.”

Sula said thoughtfully, “We just took three of them. Good sized ones, too.”

Surprised, Willim replied, “Three? They're usually pretty solitary.”

Sula nodded agreement. “I know, Willim. The way that things are going right now, I would almost say that the Great Dragons are helping us. Pity that I don't believe in them. I think that we have simply found what a sea untouched by human fishing is like.”

Willim closed and opened his eyes slowly, a respect to Blind Mecat, the Dragon of Wisdom, and said, “Perhaps, Ma'am, it's both.”

Sula grinned and said, “I can accept that. Now get on these new reflectors for the cooks. We need lots of hot food and the old reflectors aren't doing the job.

“We also need to process all of these gluefish and our old equipment is falling far behind the catch.”

Willim agreed, “With all of the repairs and refitting, we do need better equipment for the glue processing. I could take this plan of yours and make one two or three times the size. Those gluepots are big.”

Sula just said, “That sounds good. Do it. I will leave the work in your hands.”

On her way back to her cabin and some shred of warmth, Sula saw Nightwatch Allen hard at work. He was keeping the ship's children enthralled by some tale or other. Instead of words, he seemed to be conveying the story by gesture alone. The reason for that was obvious.

Neither he nor his charges were cold at all. They were swaddled head to toe in thick black garments that only showed their eyes. Even their hands were thickly gloved. In spite of their faces being fully covered, they sometimes interrupted . . . with gestures of their own. Nightwatch Allen always responded comically as if he were surprised or indignant. That always brought a flutter of hands from the children.

One of the children started to say, “But what was the Dragon's na . . .” and was instantly pulled back by a hand over his or perhaps her mouth by a child behind. Embarrassed, the silenced child raised a hand and made a series of gestures.

Those, Nightwatch Allen responded to with gestures of his own. As she watched, Sula began to realize that there was a genuine language being used. She wondered how he managed to teach it to the children so easily.

Back at her cabin door, Sula saw a small change. There was a ribbed plate attached to the panel. A small stick like a short chopstick hung from it by a string. Curious, Sula ran the stick across the ribs. The noise that it made was louder than she expected. Looking closely, she saw that there was a resonating chamber under the surface, making it a sort of small drum that used the door panel as one of its heads.

Sula went into her cabin. Since it was not her watch, Jenna was not there. Sula walked to the chart table and got some crumbs and spread from the dish that Jenna always left there for Little Peep. She fed him but before he would take any for himself, he first stuffed the craws of his four nestlings.

Sula tried to sleep but, as so often these days, her dreams chased her back to wakefulness. Apparently she got more sleep than she realized because Jenna was crouching beside her, tucking another blanket over her Captain. Sula could see that Jenna was smiling at her by the set of her body and head. Her cabin girl was fully covered by the same dark garments that Sula had seen on the other children at the storytelling session.

Reflexively, Jenna started to gesture at Sula and then said, “Sorry, Ma'am. Did you sleep well? You didn't toss as much as usual. I brought you a breakfast. It's on the chart table. I'm afraid that Little Peep raided your bread roll. I hope that you don't mind beak marks in it.”

Sula smiled and sat up, pulling her blankets close. “I don't mind sharing with Little Peep at all Jenna. May I have that breakfast now?”

Jenna managed to look guilty as she put a cover over the plate and set it on a small device. Sula grinned, “You let the little guy swipe my bun! What is that thing?”

As Jenna turned her head, her headcloth turned along with her gaze, the eye holes staying firmly in front of her eyes. “Yes, Ma'am, I did. He was hungry. This is a heating device that Mikal made. He is one of Master Guliard's apprentices. It has an oil reservoir and several wicks. It lights with this little bulb. See, I push the bulb and it lights the oil in the wicks with a tiny bit of anhydrous drier.” Sula watched with interest as her plate heated and steam began to rise from the cover.

When Jenna brought her the hot plate of food, Sula fell to with a will. Her flashing chopsticks made short work of the food while it was still warm. Replete, Sula noticed that Jenna had blown out the heater's lamps and covered the device.

Sula asked, “Jenna? What are those gestures that I saw you using?

Jenna paused and thought carefully about something before saying, “Ma'am, we children were sworn to secrecy by Mister Allen. Captain, I can only tell you because you are the biggest child on the ship. Mister Allen calls it Dayspeech because we can use it anytime that there's light enough to see. We children use it among ourselves so that we won't interrupt or interfere with all of the important work that is going on. Mister Allen uses it to tell us stories to keep us entertained and out from underfoot.”

Gently Sula pressed, “And how did you all learn a whole new language so easily?”

Jenna shrugged and fluttered a hand before replying, “We didn't. It's just Drumtalk.” She held her left hand palm up and placed the open fingers of her right hand into her left palm. “See? My palm is the drumhead. The first two fingers are the signal sticks, the third is the word end stick, the little finger is the pause punctuation stick, thumb is the exclamation and question stick and a short finger clench is a paragraph. A fist says that you are done.”

Jenna began to slowly and silently beat on her left palm, “It is Dayspeech when we take away the palm and hold the fingers up where we can see the beats.” She finished with her hand up, fist quickly clenched and released.

Smiling, Sula laboriously signaled back, “That was clever of Nightwatch Allen.

“Where did you get those warm looking clothes?”

Jenna clearly, by her body set, grinning, signaled back, Mistress Malein, the tailor and Mikal working together made them for us.”

Thoughtfully, Sula asked out loud, “Jenna, will you please find Nightwatch Allen, Mistress Malein and Mikal and have them report to my cabin?”

Jenna pointedly looked at Sula's hand. Sula returned another big grin and carefully, but already more quickly, signaled the request in Dayspeech. Jenna promptly signaled assent and scampered off on her errand.

Sula laughed to herself at the way that Jenna was including her as one of the ship's children. In an odd way, that inclusion helped her to deal with the emptiness that she felt where Davaros should be. Having the ship to distract her mind from her loss helped too. There was so much to be done. Thank the Dragons for so many details to attend to.

Sula was at work, redoing the ship's entire mast, rigging and sail plan, her big abacus's beads clicking rhythmically. There was a clear scratching rattle from the door. Sula clapped her hands in invitation and the door slid open. It was Jenna accompanied by Mistress Malein, Mister Allen and Mikal.

Sula offered them cushions to sit on and said, “I called you here because the three of you are connected in something that we need for the ship.”

Mikal looked puzzled. He asked, “What could that be?”

Sula pointed to Jenna and then gestured, “Come here, Jenna. They need to understand the importance of your outfit.”

Nightwatch Allen's eyes widened as he saw Sula's use of Dayspeech. He filled in, “The children's clothes are that important?”

Sula nodded seriously and replied, “They are. We presently have five of the crew, three women and two men, in sick bay being treated for frostbite or at least severe chill to the point of dangerously reduced body temperature. Clothes like these could prevent or reduce the problem.”

Sula turned to Nightwatch Allen and said, “Jenna tells me that you came up with the basic idea. Why black?”

Nightwatch Allen shrugged, “It catches heat easily. Besides, Mistress Malein has practically a hold full of black canvas.”

Sula chuckled and pointed out, “These are far more than just canvas. Whose idea was that?”

Mistress Malein said, “When Cole, um, Mister Allen, explained what he wanted I made up a layered cloth. There is the canvas shell, two layers of Master Stimm's thickest knit and a satin weave inner liner. That is why the clothes are a bit bulky. At least none of the children are getting very cold.”

Sula smiled her praise and said, “That is quite ingenious. When Jenna turns her head, the eyeslits stay in front of her eyes. How is that done?”

Nightwatch Allen pointed at Mikal and said, “His idea, Captain. The first time that I turned my head and wound up looking at the inside of the hood, I knew that we needed something. Mikal was off watch. Since he and I get along, I asked him about it. He made a small sort of mask out of black finished Strong Skin. It fastens behind your head and is sewn into the hood. Each mask is specifically fitted to the wearer.

“Jenna, take off your hood so that the others here can see how it works.”

Jenna reached up behind her head and untied the securing string. She then slid the whole hood loose. Blushing, she handed the hood to Sula. Sula thoughtfully asked, “Why are you embarrassed, Jenna?”

Ducking her head, Jenna replied, “You get used to being covered up really easily. It's cold without it.”

Sula replied, “I see. Mistress Malein, Mikal, this is quite well done. Can you do these quickly? We need to fit everybody aboard with these clothes.”

Mistress Malein said, “I have the other cloths in plenty for the task but we will need a lot more of the knit. It wouldn't hurt if it was even thicker or fluffier, somehow.”

Jenna almost fearfully raised a hand. Sula nodded to her and Jenna pointed out, “The knit cloth is easy to make. I made some for Master Stimms' demonstration. We kids could make it, if somebody set up the loom for us.”

Nightwatch Allen gestured something at Jenna, who grinned and fluttered her right hand at him. Sula gestured, “I caught that part about volunteering but what was the hand flutter, Jenna?”

Jenna gestured back, “That's how we laugh without sound.”

Sula promptly fluttered her right hand.

Mikal and Mistress Malein were looking on in bemusement. Sula explained, “Mister Allen warned Jenna that if she keeps on volunteering, someday somebody will put her to work. I will too. It appears that we have the answer to this whole problem. I will leave you to it. Mikal, if Master Guliard objects, tell him that I have assigned you to this task for now. Dismissed.

“Mister Allen, please remain. I have another task for you.”

After the others were gone, Sula said, “The Sun's Daughter sank three days after that squall.”

Nightwatch Allen looked about in mock surprise and commented, “How did I miss that? I think that I would have noticed it.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Last Song

so here’s the rough outline for a Sona comic I wanted to make, but then ran out of time for. I had some pretty clear ideas in my head, but here’s the rough draft that’s... a little parallel to some more canon stuff. Given that, I thought it was best to post it now. At the time of writing this, I wanted to give Sona an actual character arc, and to give it an ending. My interpretation usually includes themes of acceptance and self-sacrifice, so those are aplenty. I have some thoughts on this, but I’ll put them all the way at the bottom. Click on the read more and enjoy.

I’ll probably reblog this a few times, because I am proud of it. Obviously a martyr ending is not good for a MOBA game and I took some liberties, but- Well, anyway. Here it is:

Ch 1: Orphanage

“Where you go, the world will bloom. You are never alone.” This note with baby Sona and the etwahl as the opening panel.

Several panels showing Sona standing in the center of the frame, growing up as the number of people around her both thin out and spread away (indicating both others getting adopted and her getting isolated). At least one of them should have her missing, then bring her back next frame to indicate she was adopted then returned (canon).

Finally, there’s no one left but her and she’s 17+. Caretaker puts their hand on her shoulder but she just smiles genially. Final panel of chapter is her sitting outside staring at the clouds. Sona. 17. Orphan.

Ch 2: War

A relatively short chapter that looks at Sona living her life in the orphanage, but haunted by nightmares. This is the part where her powers of empathy and prescience come in, and it’s shown she can see auras and is traumatized by what she senses. It ends with a panel of an extended hand from Lestara.

Ch 3: Suspicion (Demacia)

Another short chapter that details her practicing hard to learn her instrument as well as the suspicion and anti-mage sentiment. Paneling is split up into about three pages littered with mild flashbacks and “Remember, you must keep your magic a secret” or “What are you waiting for?” “For when I am needed.” It’s an almost slice of life chapter. It should also include a few panels of studying - both language and swordplay. We should also see Quinn in Sona’s home for at least one panel.

Ch 4: Invocation

The chapter opens with Sona opening the doors to the concert hall and walking on stage. There are brief reminders of anti mage sentiment through single line quotes and flashbacks that should take up no more than half a page each, to remind the reader that Sona feels like an outsider.

As the performance progresses, we should get close ups on various members of the audience, some familiar, who are emotionally moved by the performance. Garen, Jarvan, Fiora, Tianna, J3, Xin, etc are good options here.

The chapter should end with Sona bowing. Her face should be obscured by her hair and tears should be falling from her face. Next to her should be Sona but at a much younger age, also bowing - an indication that she’s grateful to finally feel accepted. This is where everything has led up to.

(The comic can end here, or continue on to something a bit more sacrificial:)

Ch 5: Sylas (Rebellion)

A short chapter that begins with Sona coming back from helping Ryze. As she enters the city and discovers what has happened, there are panels of people closing the door on her, looking at her with suspicion, and so on. The smiling faces of Demacia have turned sour and mean to her. Lux will not look at her, Garen turns his back, Jarvan is too busy, etc etc.

Ch 6: Tree of Life (Invocation, Part Two)

The conclusion to Sona’s arc. An unnamed battlefield, in which hundreds from both sides lie crumpled on the ground. We get close ups of several key characters on the ground. Demacia has many things, but it lacks this crucial element: A healer character.

Sona is stopped by guards who imply she can’t go forward because she’s got no training - she’s a liability on a dead battlefield. Someone calls to let her through - it’s Quinn and Valor.

As Sona walks into the battlefield, she kneels down and begins to weep/cry. This is her moment - what she has been waiting for, where her magical talents can be used. Both sides have collapsed under something (void, maybe? Singed bombs?)

And she sits there and plays her instrument and weeps and keeps playing as waves of healing pass over the entire battlefield. “Where I go, the world blooms,” some callback to that. She keeps playing as the scarred earth underneath her gives way to a meadow and tree roots begin to grasp her legs.

As the song progresses, people on the battlefield begin to get up. (Optional: Someone attacks her and she is defended by Quinn, Garen, or Lux). As the song continues, a tree grows around her and the entire landscape is healed.

Last panel is tiny child Sona bowing in front of the tree, and the story closes there.

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The postword (?) / additional comments:

For me, I often find myself thinking that Sona should have a more active role - it often feels like things that lu/x does (and don’t get me wrong, my opinion on light lady has improved dramatically, we love her on this blog) could also be done in some respects by sona. often hcs I have (sona sneaking people out of demacia) end up in lux lore. Which is great, because same hat! Love that for Lux. Sad for Sona. I hope that makes sense. I really, really want to emphasize that this is in no way a jab at lux or lux blogs or anything of that nature. It’s just- as the other Demacian mage, Sona ends up being in a similar niche and so the ideas I have often end up being similar. And I’m really grateful to people for being kind to me about it, because feeling like I’m copying even if I came first makes me nervous as hell. It’s happened before, a lot. Drinking petricite, sneaking people out of Demacia, etc.

Anyway there’s the proof that this was something I drafted fully nine days ago, right before the new year. Cool. I did storyboard a little but I’m super uncomfortable with how it looks and it’s not digital.

Why are the two conclusion chapters called invocation? Based on a short story I wrote about quinn & sona, and Sona taking a stand to help her country.

Feel free to ask me as many questions as you want!

I’m @’ing the people who specifically said they wanted this: @eternallydamned, @toolbalance, and @aigaming. Thanks for cheering me on.

#the conductor #Dearly Beloved ( Saved )#drabble #//I will call this a drabble because it is basically a mini story #//they're rough ideas I only storyboarded a little but I hope you find them compelling!#//six whole chapters wow ! ! !

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Fangirl Dreams

Summary: (Y/N)’s favorite time of year has once again come around, but this year at San Diego Comic Con was extra special. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zachary Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3334 A/N: Dedicated to my wifey @dean-winchesters-bacon because she always encourages me to write whatever comes into my pea-brain. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Stepping foot out onto the main street of San Diego Comic Con was an experience like no others. No many how many years (Y/N) had been coming to this particular event she still was overwhelmed with excitement. She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist holding her tightly.

“This place will always hold a special spot for us.” Her husband, Jensen Ackles whispered pressing his lips just below her ear.

She nodded as they were led inside the special entrance for celebrity guests. They both had a ton of press to do all day Friday and Saturday luckily, they were about to endure it together. Looking around, she found it hard to keep from chuckling as Jensen kept rolling his gorgeous olive eyes.

“He does one freaking comic book movie and he’s everywhere.” He muttered as she playfully smacked his arm.

(Y/N) gave him a pointed look, “It’s not just one movie and you know it. He’s been working hard for this non-stop and you know better than anyone what he has sacrifice for it.”

Jensen’s handsome face soften nodding knowingly, “Yes I do and there would be no way in hell I could have done what he has. That is why this weekend is extra special.”

She smiled brightly kissing his cheek then looked back at the large Shazam poster featuring the third member of their little trio, her boyfriend, Zachary Levi. The story behind how the three of them end up in an open relationship was one of a fangirl’s dreams. She never knew six years ago at that very convention her whole life would change.

San Diego Comic Con – 2013

(Y/N) waited nervously as she stood behind the scenes of the infamous Nerd HQ panel. She had won a contest by making the largest donation for a chance to be backstage meeting all the guests on Nerd HQ throughout the whole weekend. Now, she was not so patiently waiting for the stars of Supernatural to make their way there from the main convention.

“So, how’s been so far?” came a familiar voice from behind her.

(Y/N) turned around to see Zachary Levi standing only a foot away from her checking in with her like he had been all weekend. Even though they had spent a lot of time talking throughout the panels, she was still star struck by him.

“It’s been amazing! Thank you so much for letting me be back here and meeting everyone.” She knew she was gushing but (Y/N) could not help it.

Zac laughed slipping his arm around her shoulders, “Be honest what has been your favorite part so far?” he asked pulling her in close.

She hesitantly wrapped her own around his back the feeling of his lean body beneath her fingers making her knees weak, “Well to be honest I think it’s going to be a tie between getting to meet Jensen Ackles and then being able to meet you.”

He looked down at her with a breathtaking smile, “Honestly meeting you has been the highlight of my weekend. I don’t know if I’ll be able to compete with Jensen though. He’s so dreamy.”

(Y/N) laughed as they called him to go out on stage for the start of the panel. She noticed as he pulled his arm away he ran his hand down to hers squeezing it briefly. After the panel was over, Zac personally brought Jensen and his co-star Jared Padalecki over to her.

“Jensen and Jared, this is the amazing (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She made the largest donation to Operation Smiles in order to hang out back here with me.” He said as both men shook her hand.

She was having trouble remembering how to breath let alone speak to them, “H-Hi, it’s really nice to meet you both.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Now, did you really want to hang out with this nerd all day?” Jensen asked smiling down at her as Zac and Jared were chatting.

She shrugged smirking at him, “Kind of, yes. I am a huge fan of Zac’s but also, I really want to meet you… and Jared, of course.” (Y/N) could feel her cheeks burning as Jensen’s smile spread wider across his face.

Soon, they were being usher to take a picture for the Nerd Machine and then Zac pulled (Y/N) into a photo as well. Jared’s chin was resting on top of her head as Zac and Jensen leaned in both of their lips pressing against her cheeks.

When the weekend was coming to a close and reality was creeping its way back into (Y/N)’s perfect little fangirl world the most unbelievable thing happened. While she was walking back to her hotel, Zachary Levi had called her inviting her out to dinner. Arriving at the little restaurant, she was surprised to find Jensen there as well. That evening turned out to be one that changed her life forever.

San Diego Comic – Present Day

(Y/N) was separating Jensen and Jared as they waited for the next interviewer to come in. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket pulling it out quickly.

“Surprise.” Was all the text said from Zac and she showed Jensen it as he shrugged.

Jared suddenly stood up walking towards the door of the interview room, “What’s going on movie stud!”

(Y/N) felt her heart nearly stop seeing Zac standing there in black fitted jeans, a pastel floral shirt and perfect tan from traveling recently. She could feel her jaw slacked as a husky voice whispered in her ear, “Surprise pretty girl.”

She looked up to see Jensen grinning from ear to ear before going over to greet Zac. That is when she realized that they had set this all up and she could not be more thankful for the two of them. She went over, trying hard not to seem to eager to see Zac. He pulled her into his strong arms holding her tight against his muscular body.

“Hey gorgeous.” He whispered briefly pressing his lips against her neck.

She let out a shaky breath feeling complete within his arms, “I missed you handsome.” She whispered back just before the Entertainment Weekly crew got there.

She found that Zac was interviewing them to get in more press time for his big movie coming out. He specifically requested to interview the three of them stating he was close friends with them all which was not a lie. Jared and his wife, Gen, were part of the small group that knew the truth about their relationship.

“Jensen how is it having your gorgeous wife on the show now? By the way, you’re welcome for that.” Zac said as they all laughed.

She looked up to her husband who was smiling fondly, “First thank you in all seriousness. You can ask (Y/N), I’m constantly giving you credit for us being together. It’s been great having her on set and living up in Vancouver. It’s nearly perfect.”

Zac smirk nodding to let him know he caught what he said. Jensen was right, living in Vancouver had help immensely with the loneliness of not being able to see either of them. However, the time Zac had been filming Shazam nearly tore her heart apart. He rarely got the chance to come back to their home in Austin and she could not go visit him on set.

It was taking everything within her not to go over and sit across his lap. It had been almost eight months since she last saw him between his schedule and hers. (Y/N) was desperately waiting to spend time with him. Thankfully, Jensen and Jared took the bulk of the interview as (Y/N) was lost in her own little world trying not to stare like a fangirl at Zac.

The interview ended when Zac’s movie co-stars crashed it to lead into their interview with Entertainment Weekly. Sadly, Zac could not get away to see her off and overwhelming sadness hit her like a tidal wave. She clenched onto Jensen who directed her off to a small, private hallway. Jared had nodded silently, saying the married couple needed a moment and would do the interview himself.

As soon as it was just her and him, (Y/N) let out the sob burning in her chest. “Shh, I know pretty girl, I know. Just let it all out.” He whispered rubbing her back soothingly.

(Y/N) cried for seemed forever into Jensen’s chest. Once all the sadness had left her chest it was replaced by guilt. “I’m sorry J-Jensen… I have missed him so much but I’m so thankful to have you.”

His hands were on either side of her face as his lips gently kissed hers, “You know you never have to feel guilt for missing either of us. This is not a competition and I know for a fact that he has missed you terribly. It’s breaking his heart to not be with us, but we just need to make it through today.”

She looked up to him with hope warming her body, “Do you mean…” she whispered as he nodded.

“Tonight, we have set it up that it is just the three of us in a hotel suite with dinner and all the snuggles you can handle.” Jensen’s smile was mirroring the one spreading across her own face as she threw her arms around his neck hugging him.

“Thank you.” She said through tears of happiness.

Knowing that she was going to be able to spend the whole evening with both her men made getting through the rest of their press interviews easier. Once they were all done, Jared split from them to go to his own room where Gen was waiting with the kids. (Y/N) was practically skipping down the hall next to Jensen as they made their way towards their suite.

Opening the door, disappointment coursed through her seeing the room empty. “He is trying to get away from the party going on but it’s good press for the movie if he is mingling down there.”

She looked up to Jensen who was sympathetically towards her. (Y/N) smiled pushing up on her toes to kissing him, “Then I guess that means more snuggle time with you, pretty boy.”

(Y/N) and Jensen were both in their pajama bottoms and t-shirts snuggled on the bed together watching a movie on Netflix. His fingers grazing down her arm making her shiver and she snuggled against his firm body even more. She brought her leg over his waist and brushed against the bulge in his sweatpants.

She lifted herself up straddling Jensen’s waist blocking the tv. “Hey, I’m trying to see who gets the girl in the end here.” He joked as she rolled her eyes.

(Y/N) pulled her shirt over her head revealing her bare breasts to him watching as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip, “Still wanna watch the movie?”

“Hell no.” he said clicking the tv off, tossing the remote and sitting up to capture her lips with his.

His arms wrapped around her keeping her in place while her hands went up into his hair. Suddenly, she pulled away from him as their breathing was both heavy, “We should wait for him.”

Jensen began kissing down her neck as his hands went to her waist, “Let’s keep going and then you two can spend some time together.”

She pulled his head up looking directly into his dark olive eyes, “I want to be with you both though… together.”

He smiled kissing her deeply before saying, “I know, and you will, but pretty girl I’ve been able to have you whenever I want for the better part of a year. He deserves a little time with you, just the two of you. Plus, you know I won’t be far away.”

She chuckled remembering Jensen admitting to them one night that he loved watching her and Zac together. (Y/N) slowly rolled her hips against him as he continued his path down her neck. Wet, open mouth kisses trailed down until he reached her breast. The tip of his tongue circling around her nipple slowly.

(Y/N) let out a long sigh as he continued his slow torture over her breast eventually moving to the other one. “Jensen, please…” she moaned needing to feeling more of him.

He rolled her onto her back sitting up to bring her pants and panties down her legs. When he went to leaned down between them she suddenly snapped them shut, “Pants off is the toll you pay to get through the gate.”

Jensen chuckled getting off the bed standing next to it. He knew she loved to watch him strip out of his clothes. As slowly as he dragged his sweatpants and boxers down his bowlegs her own legs split apart for him. (Y/N) sucked in her bottom lip seeing his thick cock freed needing to feel him on her tongue.

Before he could keep her from doing it, she was on all fours on the mattress with her parted lips brushing against his slick tip. “Shit pretty girl, I wanted to take care of you.”

Jensen pushed into her mouth a loud groan escaping his lips making her core clench around nothingness. He was hot and heavy on her tongue just the way she loved him to be. His large hands gathering her hair as he slowly began to thrusted himself in and out of her. His grunts and whimpers filling her ears distracting her from the fact that they were no longer the only ones in the room.

When she felt a long, rough tongue lap over her slick lips her body tensed up for a brief moment. Jensen pulled out of her mouth even though she knew he was painfully close to coming. “About time you join us.” He said as (Y/N) looked over her shoulder.

Just over the curve of her ass she saw dark brown hair with flecks of gray at the sides. Leaning down onto the mattress he licked over her a few more times before smiling at them both, “Sorry I had to literally sneak away to get here. It will be worth getting in trouble tomorrow though.”

Zac stood up unbuttoning his shirt letting it slip down his large arms. (Y/N) looked back to Jensen who was settling into the oversized chair next to the bed. His hand gripping his cock as he nodded for her to turn around.

Rolling onto her back, she watched as Zac pulled the tank top over his head showing off all the hard work he had been doing in the gym seven days a week. His legs were resting against the side of the bed as he trailed one hand down her leg while the other unfastened his belt and pants. His thumb brushed over her throbbing clit making her grasp the sheets beside her.

“Gorgeous, I have missed this view so much.” He whispered rubbing small circles against her mound.

(Y/N) was almost panting as his pants fell down his long legs, “Oh… Zac…” her eyes traveling down the outline of his hard length within his boxer-briefs.

He pulled them down his legs quickly kicking them off to the side. The sight of his hard, long cock had her squirming her body up the bed. As much as she wanted Zac all to herself, seeing Jensen watching her as he stroked his cock slowly had her wanting them both.

(Y/N) knelt on the bed patting the empty side of the bed, “Handsome I need you right here.” She said as a lopsided grin appeared on his lips.

He laid down then (Y/N) straddled his waist. Her hips slowly rubbing her slickness along his length, “Fuck.” He grunted as she leaned down kissing him.

His hands gripped her hips as hers went up into his soft hair tugging at it. Zac lifted her just enough, so she could sink slowly down on his cock. “Oh god!” she whimpered bracing her hands pressed against his chest bracing herself.

That is when she heard Jensen let out a grunt. Looking over his hand was moving swiftly over his length and she pointed to him. “Nuh-uh pretty boy. The only way you’re coming is in me.” She looked down to Zac who was smiling, “You too, handsome. I need both of you now.”

Leaning her chest down against Zac’s, she felt Jensen behind her his hot breath against her skin. Zac was kissing her neck when Jensen tongue lapped over her puckered hole. “Shit.” She breathed out hearing Zac chuckle.

“Again, Jay.” He said as Jensen licked over her repeatedly each time his tongue going in a little deeper than the last.

“Fuck, Jensen please!” she begged clenching around Zac’s cock as he groaned bucking his hips against her. “Holy…” she cried out burying her head into the crook of Zac’s neck.

(Y/N) felt Jensen slowly pushing into her bringing tears to her eyes as his thick cock stretched her. Once he was had a good position they both started thrusting slowly into her. Both men filling her in more ways than she could ever describe. Feeling their toned bodies against hers, hearing them pant and grunt as they hit a steady rhythm together.

Zac lifted her slightly, so he could take her nipple into his mouth suckling and nibbling on it gently. Jensen’s hands were gripping her hips so tightly that she knew there would be bruises the next morning. The coil deep within her winding tighter and tighter as they began to pump into her faster.

“Shit boys… a little harder.” She moaned feeling them both snapping their hips against her.

She was holding onto Zac’s shoulders digging her nails into them as the pounded into her. They were close as they both mumbled incoherently chasing after their release. Jensen was first to slam into her coming grunting her name. She hated feeling him pull out of her. Sitting up, (Y/N) rode Zac hard bouncing on his cock bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there baby. Fuck, you feel so good. I’m so… fuck!” Zac yelled as she felt him coming deep within her.

Hearing him pushed her over the edge as her body began to shake was the intense pleasure flood it. She was calling out both their names as she felt Jensen’s hands over her breasts. (Y/N) fell against Zac’s body as they both were panting heavily. Jensen laid down on the other side gently stroking her hair.

“Feel better now?” He asked her as she silently nodded.

“Jay, I think we broke her.” Zac joked slipping out of her.

(Y/N) whimpered from the emptiness and tears sprung to her eyes looking down at Zac. “How long?” she whispered.

He pursed his lips together, “Until tomorrow morning then I have to fly out to Japan for more a press junket.”

She could not keep the tears from falling as Zac gently rolled her onto the mattress facing him. His legs entwining with hers as Jensen snuggled against her backside. Zac wiped away the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“I know this is hard, but it won’t be forever. I scheduled three weeks for me to be back home in Austin. I made sure you and Jensen would be home for those weeks before you two go back to Vancouver. Plus, I have already cleared it that you’re gonna be my date to the movie premiere.” Her eyes widen with excitement and fear.

She heard Jensen chuckled against the back of her neck, “Don’t worry it is all good. Zac is taking his biggest fan to the premiere is the cover story. Though it will probably spark some rumors because you two always look all googly eyed at one another.”

Zac scoffed, “Looks who talking mister I stare at her in every picture ever taken of you two.”

(Y/N) smiled relaxing between the two men who made all her fangirl dreams come true.

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arethereanyoriginalusernames · 5 years

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Top 5 Underrated Characters

Requested by @pink-wants-to-die

Zoophobia has a lot of characters, doesn't it? Because of that, it's easy for a few to slip between the cracks. Either that, or the only way they get popularity is by Vivz going "hey, they might end up in a relationship with a popular character *wink wink, nudge nudge *" (looking at you Elijah ) I say we discuss 5 of them today.

For this list, I'm looking at characters that personally surprise me as to how few people show interest in them. I'm not just talking about fan art. I rarely see them discussed or anything. However, if a character hasn't gotten a lot of attention from Vivz, then to me it makes sense why no one talks about them, so you won't see anybody like. ...I dunno, Penelope. Anybody here know Penelope? How about Koko, or Calvin? No? Didn't think so.

Usual disclaimer. Zoophobia is owned by Vivziepop. This list is entirely my opinion, and feel free to disagree. All I ask is that everyone remains civil to one another in the notes, otherwise I will steal your spoons.

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I'm going to break habit and announce my 2 dishonorables together since I put them on here for the same reason.

DM 1 and 2: Camilla and Elijah

Ok, so it's not so much I feel as though they have no fans, I feel as though they have fans.....that don't actually give a shit about the characters themselves and like them for reasons not relating to their personalities or anything.

Starting with Eli, let's be honest here guys, how many people actually gave a shit about him before we got the implication that he could potentially be Damian's boyfriend? I mean, once in a blue moon, I'll see someone who says they like his character traits or his design, but that doesn't happen very often. Hell, this happened even back when Eli was green and was called Eiglet. Nobody cared about this character that much. We just got the idea that he could end up with Dame, and then the fandom started to take an interest. I find that incredibly disappointing.

With Camilla, I think we can all agree on one thing. Camilla is hot. I see a lot of people going crazy over her design, and the fact that she's a stripper. Sad part is, there's a lot more to Camilla, and Vivz has done several pieces of artwork depicting this side of her, and yet everyone just goes crazy over tits. Again, it's disappointing.

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5. Justina

Ok, so this bitch didn't appear in the comic. Well, she did at one point. Zoophobia originally had this prologue where we meet Justina. However, Vivz deleted this prologue so we can assume that prologue is retconned. You can still probably find re blogs of it somewhere. Still, it makes sense why not a lot of people would know about her, thus why she's at the bottom of the list. However, she still showed up at one point, and fuck it, I see plenty of shit for Mirage who hasn't appeared yet. Also, this is my list.

Justina is interesting to me. She has apparently been exiled in Hell and is forced to watch over dreams, a job she finds tedious. She's also the embodiment of Pride, and mistreats her daughter, Ink. Ok, so reread the second sentence. She got exiled. ...in Hell. A place where there's a bunch of crazies and crime, and that's super loose on rules. This bitch somehow got exiled. Also, the sins run over entire sections of Hell. Justina was a politically powerful figure. So what crime could she have possibly committed to get exiled? Why no one talks about this is surprising to me. Like, can we get some headcannons at least? The other reason I like her, and I know this is petty, but she hates being colourful. Am I the only one who finds the concept of a Vivziepop character despising how colourful they are kind of unintentionally funny? Yes? Ok then.....

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4. Kaycee

Kaycee's lack of popularity or recognition also came as a surprise. She's basically this story's version of the Cheshire cat. She's the puppet master pulling the strings of characters, kick starting the story. And yet she's neither an evil nor good character. She's morally grey, seemingly seeing the whole story as entertainment for herself. She also seems to be somewhat omnipresent, hiding in plain sight, watching shit go down. The first chapter gave her plenty of panels to shine in, and I'm not sure about the rest of you, but her scenes seemed pretty effective. So why did the fandom collectively forget that this character existed? With a character like Kaycee, you would've thought that the fandom would be abuzz with speculation and theories. Not to mention her connection with Cameron. What does Kaycee see in her? What's her end game? Does she want something, or is all of Safe Haven Kaycee's personal doll house? Come on fandom, what's the hold up?

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3. Narissa

Ok, ok, odd choice, I know, and that's partially why she's so low. So why do I think she needs more attention? Because she's high key a major contender for the most badass mom of the comic award. First off, she's the queen of Hell, despite being a mortal and not a demon. She has Lucifer, FUCKING LUCIFER, wrapped around her finger so tight that Vivz has described them as the most lovey dovey couple in the series. On concept alone, I'm already intrigued. And in the comic? Everybody, I want you to look at the panels she appears in, and just notice the body language, posture, facial expression. It could be just me, but Narissa seems to scream "get on your knees before the queen bitch". Also, notice how when Lucifer is full out raging and is about to stab a bitch, while everyone else is fucking terrified, Narissa's just puts her hand up like "Shattup bitch, I'm taking over." Finally, I find her reaction to Damian's actions interesting. I theorized in the past that she may be alright with Dame going to Safe Haven since she kind of gets it, since she experienced something similar in her life, except instead of Earth, she wanted to litteraly go to hell. I think it would actually be really interesting if there were some sort of parallel between Dame and his mum, and that being the reason she lets him do his thing. I see a lot of people give attention to Lucifer and especially Dame, but Narissa is almost always left out. I dunno about you guys, but I vote that we need more Narissa love.

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2. Tentadora

Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, insert Jessica Rabbit joke here.

In Tentadora's case, I think people tend not entirely get Tenta's character. A lot of people criticize Tenta for not being a good parental figure for Damian despite being so doting to him. And I'm about to blow some people's minds here, but Tenta being a bad parent?

That's the point

Yeah, Tenta is actually a really shitty parent, and this is actually intentional. While she does care for Dame, she spoils him rotten and she's even surprisingly neglectful. She just lets Dame hang on Earth where she knows he'll be in danger. Oh but it's alright. He's happy. That's all that matters right? Even when searching for him, she doesn't take it seriously and would rather goof off than make sure he's ok. This is much more evident in a comic you can find on Vivz's art portfolio. It's done in a way that mimics the Invader Zim art style and stars Dame and Tenta. I'll probably reblog it later, but in the comic, Dame is (as confirmed by Vivz in the description ) not entirely mentally healthy. The kid is litteraly under the impression his dolls are talking to him. And Tenta's reaction? She just tells him he's too old to play with dolls.

I feel that Tenta gets a little too much criticism. Yeah, I agree with the design thing, but a lot of criticism I see towards her personality is criticism I have trouble buying. The whole thing with people asking why she's such a shitty parent is one thing, but there's also the accusation that she not only looks like Jessica Rabbit, she acts like and has the same role as her, when really she doesn't. Look, I don't deny the similarities. But Tenta isn't a clone. She's clearly inspired by and shares traits with Jessica, but she's hardly a carbon copy. Personality wise at least. She's silly, not ashamed of being sexy or inconvenienced by it, and she's far less mature. Can we just. ...I dunno, give the pink robot a break?

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1. Zechariah

Ok, so hear me out. I know I put him on my worst character list. However, remember how I restricted that list to just characters that appeared in the comic? If it weren't for that restriction, Zech wouldn't have made the list. The main problem I had was his stupid decisions. That's it. Also, this character has appeared in 3 out of the five chapters we got. He has a lot of panels to show up in. However, despite this, nobody pays this guy any attention. Except, oddly enough, the NSFW part of the zp community...... Yeah, I don't know either. Still, you rarely see this guy get spoken about or fan works made for him, while characters like Tom who show up once get more attention than he does. I think that this list has shown me how confusing the zp community can be.

Anyway, I'm about to pass out. Hope you enjoyed. Tell me what you think.

I apologize for wasting your time.

-ATOUN

#zoophobia #zoophobia tentadora #zoophobia cameron #zoophobia kaycee #zoophobia elijah #zoophobia camilla #zoophobia narissa #zoophobia justina #zoophobia zechariah

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