#she can imagine people having depth she just. cant imagine a state of contentment with the self and ones own life

[blueburds]

Meeting Mom (AU)

Imposing just as he’d imagined her, Lord Sen’tulo sat only across the way. Her office--what could have been drab and monochrome--was decorated with flora from across the Galaxy. Quite the collection, Theron would admit, yet some species were more sentient than they led on. The Huttese Toad Snatchers, for example, were known to eat beasts as large as womp rats. Needless to say, they’d consume someone’s hand if one wasn’t careful.

But the flora complimented each other, strewn across the room. The colors, the way the vines draped and dangled from higher up, could have brought a sense of peace in the room--if not for the glaring Sith on the opposite side.

“You realize how many hoops I had to jump through to allow you an audience?”

The tone of her voice made Theron’s skin crawl.

“Quite a few, I’d imagine, my lord,” he said, faking his best Imperial accent. Stars knew if there were any listening devices in here--until his suspicions were either confirmed or otherwise, he’d continue his act.

Sen’tulo extended a hand in gesture, “We are alone. You may lose the act.”

Theron gave a hesitant nod. Skeptical, of course, as he would normally be. But this was Altrethir’s master--the one who trained him. The one who taught him honor, humility, honesty. The woman who raised him when his own mother was gone. He trusted her with his life; certainly the least Theron could do was believe her.

“Okay,” he muttered. “You--”

“Sit.”

Theron swallowed dryly, claiming a seat across the desk. Ah, the familiar uncomfortableness of Imperial chairs. He’d missed it.

“I would be remiss if I did not inquire about Altrethir. He is well?”

“As well as can be.”

Sen’tulo nodded silently, golden eyes dropping to look elsewhere for a moment. “I do not speak with him as often as I would like anymore. He has his hands full with the Alliance, understandably so; the leadership role is more than demanding.”

"Keeping in touch with you is still high on his priority list.”

“Your reassurance is appreciated. It has been... quite an adjustment to learn that he was still alive. That he wasn’t lost to the cold depths of space.”

“It was a shock for me, but I never lost hope.”

“You are optimistic, are you?”

“I’d like to think I am.” Theron leaned forward a bit, “I’m enjoying the small-talk, but there’s got to be a reason you went through all that trouble to bring me here.”

“Indeed there was.” Sen’tulo stood, and her decorated fingers ghosted the petals of a nearby flower. “You are romantically involved with Altrethir; you are aware that I know, for he has long since mentioned your relationship in our letters.” Her eyes snapped back to Theron, “Will you deny these facts?”

“I--no. No reason to hide that from you.” If Altrethir trusts her, so can he.

“Excellent. Your relations began some five, perhaps six years ago. Though he was absent for most of those years, you grew close nevertheless. You understand how others’ influence affects him. You understand that he may bend the knee to appeal to others.”

Theron’s brow furrowed. “Not without reason. I don’t always understand how his mind works, but the changes in his plans, attitude or opinion always fit the bigger picture.”

Sen’tulo’s painted lips curled into a pleased smile. “Precisely.” Then she turned, stepping toward a shelf upon the wall. And only now did Theron see the small, clear cages in which critters were stored inside. Sen’tulo opened the top, reaching in with just two fingers. Theron watched a small, red reptilian creature climb up her hand until she scooped it up comfortably into her palm. “People often change for the ones they love or admire. They wish to be accepted, or to blend in with their loved one’s peers.”

She tipped her hand downward, toward the blue flowers speckled in white. The critter slowly crawled from her hand and onto the stem, balancing itself before moving upward.

“They will change, becoming hardly the person they once were.”

Theron looked to her only as she spoke, but his gaze was fixed upon the tiny creature for the remainder of the time. Its claw-shaped foot clutched at the stem, and slowly the colors of its scales changed. The stark red was flushed out by the speckled pattern of white and blue, until it was completely camouflaged within the flowers.

Theron connected the dots--he understood her meaning. It was obvious; Altrethir was Imperial, he was Republic. Neither had any intentions of abandoning their home factions, if the Alliance ever dispersed. Would it even fall apart? Stars, he hoped not. The Republic was his home, but he wasn’t content with its current state. If he could choose, he’d manage the Alliance with Altrethir forever.

They wouldn’t have to fight each other, that way. Their relationship wouldn’t have to be kept secret, either.

“I don’t intend to try to... lure him over to the Republic, or whatever you’ve got in mind.”

“Whether you intend it or not, your influence will affect him.”

“Right now, we’re focused on the Alliance. We don’t exactly have time to try and convince each other to join our own factions.”

“Your Alliance has already forged a bond with the Empire; the Republic has noticed and plans to make enemies of you. You will defect.”

“No,” Theron said, perhaps more harshly than he anticipated. “Saresh is gone and the Republic’s healing, but my work in the Alliance isn’t done. We’re still at war with the Eternal Empire, and I’m not going to drop everything--everything Altrethir and I worked toward--for the Republic. I’m not leaving them. I’m not leaving him.”

Sen’tulo observed his sudden burst of passion with keen interest. And stars, had Theron seen that exact look before: the same way her eyes had fell half-lidded, her brows just slightly perked, and jaw softly clenched. How her head canted just a bit to the side in interest, lekku subtly twitching just at the tips. 

“Your reassurance is appreciated,” she finally spoke, repeating a phrase from earlier in their conversation. “Still, it is important that his loyalties lie in place.”

Theron bit his tongue. He felt himself growing hot in the face, anger and frustration eating at him raw. Sen’tulo could certainly feel it; her lips perked into a small grin as she looked him over.

“You disagree?”

“What will you do?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“If he defects. If he decides the Empire isn’t what he wants to keep fighting for. What will you do?”

Sen’tulo answered as though she’d spent her life thinking of the question: “My disappointment will be immense; I will grieve, knowing he will not be with me and instead within enemy lines. I will want nothing more than for him to return, as I know the Republic will not so willingly accept him. He will be an outcast among your people, where he will always have a place in the Empire.”

“That’s not the answer I want.”

“That is the answer you have received.”

“Will you kill him?” Theron said, nearly cutting off her words.

“I will not.”

A short breath of relief escaped his mouth. He wasn’t a Force-user, but there was genuineness in her tone.

“Good,” Theron muttered, pushing himself up from the desk. He slicked back his hair, maintaining that staunch Imperial look he wore when he entered. “Nice chatting with you, my lord,” the last two words carried an accent. And he left, leaving the air thick with tension.

#swtor #theron shan #lord sen'tulo #au where she LIVES #something i wrote at like 3am #thought about doing some art for it. i THOUGHT about it. didnt actually do it. #anyway. its a lil angsty💖✨ because of Course it is.

[taffystake]

So......Are you ready for the encore?

Taffy’s Take: Dark Nights Death Metal #1

Written by: Scott “Hallowed Be Thy Name” Snyder

Pencils by: Greg “Panikiller” Capullo

Inks by: Jonathan “Motorbreath” Glapion

Colors by: FCO “Fixxxer” Plascencia

So....it has all finally come to this. The finale. The ultimatum in a long saga of stories that started in the original Dark Nights, began showing its hand in No Justice, and was fully fleshed out with Snyder’s Justice League run. And it opens with a resounding boom that rivets your attention straight to the story and won’t let go until the pages run out. 

We open with Sergeant Rock, preparing himself and an unknown audience for a conflict to come. When or where this is set is somewhat unknown, but the massive futuristic assault rifle he levels to emphasis his last line says that Rock is somewhere in the modern day.

After the credits page, featuring a map of the current world of the DCU and a message that calls Death Metal an “Anti-Crisis”, we cut to Wonder Woman, hard at work deconstructing the invisible jet with a buzzsaw-like device in the literal depths of hell (Originally Themyscira) when someone interrupts her over approaching people. Said person is the flaming, green-covered skeleton that Swamp Thing has become in this world and he says that someone is coming with prisoners. And as Diana walks through her prison to meet these people, we get to see the absolute myriad of villains entombed in the place, including Joker. Once they reach the quartet, we get to meet Batmage, a red-suited Batman, a cloaked figure, and.....Bat-Tyrannosaurus. After some very terse banter, Diana is forced to throw this unknown prisoner into the pits of Tartarus. But before he is cast into the depths, he mutters something to Diana that makes her recognize the person for a moment.

After that, we are shown Castle Bat and given a backstory of a specific field within that area and the rebels who died within the tunnels underneath it before pulling back to a panel of a castle, with The Batman Who Laughs’ twisted Robins and Joker dragons dominating the structure. And then we meet The Batman Who Laughs’ League, composed of pairings of heros and Dark Multiverse Batmen. We have Harley Quinn and Dr Arkham, Aquaman and Bathomet, Wonder Woman and Batmage, and Mister Miracle and Darkfather. With each of them, we get a small question about their current work, with the most noteworthy being Mister Miracle revealing that Superman has almost succumbed to the Anti-Life Equation. Content with their briefings, The Batman Who Laughs begins to explain how Perpetua, the god who created their multiverse, has destroyed another of their universe, leaving only 8 before The Batman Who Laughs and Perpetua can remake the multiverse however they desire. Before we can hear more, we’re dragged into Diana’s perspective as the true Batman engages in a psychic link with her, trying to advocate for a small victory rather than the sweeping final win that Diana desires. As her thoughts turn towards what happened to result in the current state of the universe and her lack of memory about what caused it, The Batman Who Laughs interrupts her as he can tell that she is hiding something.

And at that moment, an explosive arrow fires out of the nearby woods and nearly vaporizes The Batman Who Laughs. Sacrificing one of his Robins, we soon see Bruce stride out to exchange threats with The Batman Who Laughs, who takes with some jest before ordering an entire squadron of Dark Multiverse Batmen to kill Bruce. While the enslaved Justice League does their best to take advantage of the distraction, their Dark Multiverse minders are quick to detain them from any rebellious actions. So Bruce is left alone, simply standing in this field to face down an army. And as The Batman Who Laughs monologues about how disappointed the brave men and women who died in this field would be at Bruce’s actions, he asks him what he would say to justify himself.

His answer?

One word.

“RISE.”

And so, with a BLACK LANTERN RING ON HIS FINGER, BRUCE WAYNE SUMMONS AN ARMY OF UNDEAD REBELS TO FIGHT THE DARK MULTIVERSE BATMEN JUST PURELY TO DEMONSTRATE WHAT HIS METHOD CAN DO TO DIANA BEFORE RIDING OFF ON A SKELETAL MOTORCYCLE AND LEAVING ZOMBIE JONAH HEX TO CONTINUE LEADING THE ASSAULT.

And now, as the audience both in the know about all of that and not in the know but hyped as hell because BRUCE WAYNE WENT FULL FUCKING NECROMANCER sits in the afterglow of that amazing moment, we cut to a single page depicting the planet Ossex as the Main Man, Lobo, unearths something from underneath the living bone of the planet.

Having made it back to Themyscira, Diana is quick to continue with the rebellion, setting off into Tartarus to see who this mystery prisoner is. And its...Wally West, with a Dr Manhattan-style hydrogen atom drawn into the forehead of his costume. And with Wally, we finally get an explanation of what the hell is going on. See, with the traditional multiverses, they are created using the positive energies that were explored in the Justice League run, things like the Speed Force, the Emotional Spectrum, Imagination. The inverse, stuff like chaos magic and the forces of doom that Perpetua wished to bring to power (and succeeded at doing) are what Wally calls Crisis Energy. And whereas the positive energies wish to create a strong united universe, Crisis Energies wish to simply make only one thing, one moment, one person important. And so, when Perpetua was trapped after her attempts to make a universe of war out of crisis energy, she did her best to instigate crises and came back empowered with all that energy. Meanwhile, the league, empowered by the slightly failed efforts of Dr Manhattan to ‘fix’ the multiverse, gathered all the positive energy they could and then, between the last issue of Justice League and Death Metal, the two forces clashed. Which, since they were basically smashing tow inverse forces together, resulted in both sides burning themselves out.

Now, that block of text could be extremely dry feeling, but it works really well in the two page spread, with the word balloons beginning to form an infinity symbol as images of past crises ranging from the original Crisis On Infinite Earths to Emerald Twilight to Dark Nights Metal in the background. 

But back to the story. With that explanation done, Wonder Woman begins to theorize potentially going back to those crises and gathering this information for themselves in order to reshape the universe themselves. Resulting in....”The first Anti-Crisis” The Batman Who Laughs interrupts with, striding into Tartarus to cut his own deal with Wonder Woman to let him take control over Perpetua. If she helps him, she gets all the people Perpetua has trapped and their own planet. And after that, he emphasizes how she can’t out-plan him, how he’s already prepared for her to knock him out, use the invisible jet she was being forced to deconstruct and melt down to give her armor that would render her undetectable. Wonder Woman is quick to counter that despite all the knowledge The Batman Who Laughs says he has, that entire plan is what Bruce would do. So he is quick to counter, stating so then she’d make a weapon, some sort of sword?

But it seems The Batman Who Laughs didn’t account for two things. One, for Diana to have already made her weapon before he showed up. Two, she didn’t need to make a sword. And so, with a pull of its ripcord, THE CHAINSAW OF TRUTH CLEAVES ITS WAY THROUGH THE BATMAN WHO LAUGHS IN A SPLASH PAGE OF PURE ENERGY ERUPTING OUT OF THE DEMON WHERE THE CHAINSAW IS CUTTING THROUGH HIM!

The comic ends with two quick one panel stories. The first, with Batmage executing a final plan that The Batman Who Laughs had in place to unleash a final Bruce Wayne. Which only sounds mildly menacing, unti the art shows both a button with a watchmen-style frownie face and the final Bruce Wayne in silhouette, a glowing hydrogen atom on his forehead.

The other is a cut back to Sergeant Rock, still continuing with his tirade from the beginning of the comic before he is taken out of the moment by Batman coming to retrieve him for the big fight. And as Batman promises One last fight with everyone together, we get to see in silhouette that Sergeant Rock is missing his everything below his torso, revealing himself to likely be another resurrection from Bruce’s Black Lantern ring.

So, in summary, IM PUMPED TO SEE WHAT HEIGHTS THIS THING HITS! THE BIG MOMENTS WERE SO DAMNED COOL! THE ART IS STILL THE ABSOLUTE ALL KILLER NO FILLER THAT CAPULLO ROCKED OUT WITH IN THE LAST DARK NIGHTS METAL EVENT AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT NEW SPORES OF MADNESS HE GETS TO CREATE FOR THIS STORY! 

And while I’d like to be pure hype beast, that feels a little disingenuous when I do have some small moments that seem like they could be tweaked. Both of the long exposition scenes for the Dead Bats and the Positive Energy vs Crisis Energy could have potentially stood for another pass just to really tighten them up, but I will also admit that both those scenes kinda deserve to be long-winded. The Dead Bats to make sure that the setup for Batman with a Black Lantern Ring summoning an army at that point works and the Energy one because its explaining the entire setup for the rest of the event series and it helps lull things down so that the hype of Chainsaw of Truth can hit like it should. 

So yeah, this thing is absolutely something any Scott Snyder fan, any DC fan, heck Id almost venture to say anyone interested in comics read. None of the story elements of the comic intrinsically need you to know the backstory behind them, but there are definitely rewards for knowing DC continuity in general and Scott Snyder’s previous works in this arcing story. So yeah, I am going to sit here, vibrating in anticipation as I await the next issue of Death Metal from the Cowboys From Hell on their encore tour.

#dark nights #death metal #dark nights death metal #the batman who laughs #batman #superman #wonder woman #justice league #dc #dc comics #comic #comics #comic book #comic books #taffys take #comic review #comic reviews #review #black lantern #chainsaw of truth

[the-scirocco]

anonymous asked:

👻(for Verity, Carine, or Ranulf )

the-scirocco asked: 🕯️ to have the lights suddenly go out with my muse. Verity had had every intention of going home after her classes. That was until the darkening clouds overhead let of a hearty rumble. Adjusting the strap on her shoulder the woman glimpsed up to appraise the risk of continuing on her way. Catching sight of a curtain of rain worked its way through the gardens of the campus Verity took to running for the nearest building. Not quite making it before the downpour managed to overtake her, the woman heaved the door of the field house open, letting it slam shut behind her. Leaning her hips back to the wall she took a moment to breathe. With fall came cooler rain despite the drops remaining heavy. Collecting herself eye-liner lightly smudged, curls slicked to her brows as she took in the open space. It had been over a while since she’d ventured in to deliver the picture with the tin of cookies. Breathing in the smell of coffee she was beginning to wonder if it was a scent that most field houses came with or just this on. Making her way across, hair still dripping and clothes covered in seeping speckles, Verity eyed the coffee, rather than simply help herself she moved towards the office door. Wrapping at the door frame, figuring she’d at least announce her presence before she dared indulge in the warm drink. “Can a mouse have a cof…ffee?” A sudden crack of thunder wrang out from a nearby lightning strike, any power or candles that had been relayed to the building cut off, leaving the pair briefly blind in the dark. ———————————————————————————————————–

The sudden stark drop of light, and the wind arcing through the field house. The sudden disparity in the room as Farad’s chair made an audible screech across the floor with his push to stand. His fight or flight kicking in and then slowly subsided as he realized it was just the storm. A shake of his head and the room was once more in focus. Taking his seat once more as he reached to pour out two cups of coffee, setting down the mug to the other side of the desk. His mind slightly ringing from the singular instant of darkness, but it was brought back to a much calmer sense as the brunette was in front of him. His voice sat low as he spoke. “It’s good to see you again, I’d actually had planned on dropping by to see if you wanted  to grab a drink at the dead end one of these nights, your recommendation was appreciated.” There was something about Verity that seemed to calm the Elonian, maybe the wry humor, or the way she moved. It was quite easy to tell he was enamored with the woman. Yet this…something was different. He waited for a long moment to see if she would answer his offer of a second outing from school grounds, at first the pause felt as if it was heavily considered no, or a sheer discomfort… yet an answer never came. Her eyes were glassy, and didn’t carry the depth he’d seen within her before, worried for her state, maybe the chill and rain had simply taken to much of a toll on her. His hand reached out across the desk to jostle her own. “Verity?” As his concern for the woman began to take even further forefront of his mind, there was a soft wrapping to his door frame behind him. His eyes scanning from the unmoving face of the artist towards the door. The voice came before he saw the guests face. “Can a mouse have a cof…ffee?” His mind raced to process that no…he was just here, talking to Verity… how was she now at his door. a loud ripple of thunder sent a shock through building, a heavy burst of wind blew out the candles and lights, leaving the pair in the utter dark. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long form continuation of the previous Ask! Thank you @verity-daine  V-Verity F-Farad V Hearing her name had piqued her curiosity as she hadn't cleared the door for the coach to know it had been her. Catching the glimpse of curly hair sitting across from him just as the lights went out, left the woman blinking several times. Turning left then right as she herself tried to let her eyes adjust. "I'm.. sorry. I can come back later." As the shadows began to take shape she was able to note the pair of coffee mugs on the desk. "I didn't mean to interrupt." Stepping to the side to the middle of the door, Verity looked about the office. A puzzled expression claimed her features as she stepped back into the larger gym space, hazel hues drifting through the dark as she wandered where whomever had just been there had gone. Clapping her hand on the door she shook her head, "Sorry..." She echoed stepping back once more as she pulled a handkerchief from her satchel to wipe any rain left on her face and correct her liner while she considered where to wait out the rain. F It was clear that Farad was just as puzzled, there was a the sound of his chair pushing back. The slow flashes of lightning illuminating the room lightly, the glow of moonlight spilling through the clouds in a temporary reprieve. The seat across from Farad was vacant, just the warm coffee remained at the edge of the desk. Farad forced his fingers against his eyes for a moment, either delirium or sheer dementia finally taking the man early.Struggling to put the sequence of events in order...they'd happened...more than once. In perfect harmony leading to one another. His words were slow for a moment through a visible startle. "No...please, Verity come in... I must have just nodded off." He looked towards the still steaming cup in the soft blueish light of the moon coming through the window, dampening with clouds once more. "I...I have a towel around here somewhere, it's probably a lot better than your handkerchief." He looked across his desk for the pipe matches he kept on hand, flicking the stick to his boot as it provided on a small semblance of clarity to them, a singular vocal point in the spanning dark. V Her retreat slowed, though the puzzled features that were eventually illuminated. "You don't need to go digging for a towel. It's just a little rain." She tried to reassure and downplay how wet she'd gotten despite it being obvious. Stepping back near the door, her hazel hues took in the contents of the office once more. Turning at her hips left then right as if to find someone besides himself. "There wasn't a woman sitting just there?" She pointed to the empty chair and steaming coffee. Lips parting and closing then shaking her head, "I thought you had someone in for a meeting." Lilting her gaze up to the taller figure she offered a softened smile. Tucking a stray curl behind her ear, "I suppose your chair is a better place for a nap than under the bleachers. You were having a pleasant dream I hope?" F giving a small chuckle, finally managing to settle his heartbeat, but not exactly his mind. He was also somewhat listlessly searching about the room for it's missing third guest as well. A clean white towel was offered to her out of the dark of the slow burning match before the Elonian moved to light his small desk candle. "It's no bother at all Verity." Subtle things about the room did seem a bit off, a trio of ink quills lay in a star like pattern on the desk, even all of his mugs upon the book shelf were separated, stacked three high, then three high, then three high once more. He tried to take in the information as he sat down. Lifting his own coffee for a long sip to try and clear through the mental fog. The ordeal causing him to speak without thought. "No...I guess there wasn't.." He looked up towards the sopping wet artist for a moment, his brows lightly scowled in thought. "I thought I was in here talking to you." he spoke plainly, no inhibition to stop him as he pieced through his own mind. V Accepting the towel, Verity dipped her head in thanks. Stepping further to the room she fell still eyeing the pattern on the desk and the peculiar way she'd assumed he'd stacked the books. Not one to judge people's preferences she turned back and eased her satchel to the floor next to the desk. Opening the towel and opening the clip that had held her hair back, careful hands began to work at scrunching the water from her hair. Noting the scowl her features softened from their curiosity to one more of concern. Canting her gaze, "You're alright? I had heard you talking. When you said my name I thought you'd seen me come in." Her hands slowed drawing the towel in front of her, still appearing well wet but less of a mess than when she'd entered. F Running his hands through his hair, pushing the graying locks from his face as he managed to take a moment to assess himself, he must have simply daydreamed the woman joining him. There were similarities yes, but ones brain can do such.He shook his head lightly as she spoke. "Yeah... I think I'm alright now." A long sip of his coffee as he reclined lightly in the chair. "Sounds like both of us just need some damn sleep. Glad I got a second chair." He mustered through a laugh to cut his own tension.He looked up towards the Chronometer on the wall, measuring the time but missing the fact that the mechanism hand stopped counting forward. "Lose track of time in the studio or simply taking in the glorious weather? I can imagine hiking back to your cabin in all of this would be shit start to finish." V Eyes narrowed on his as he claimed to be alright. Lips pulled back in a warming grin. "I hadn't thought it was so late. I wasn't expecting it to rain either. Usually I've got a nose for those things." She explained sinking down into the seat  that was now empty, but not before spreading the towel out over it, not wanting to wet it too much. Her gaze followed his own up to note the time. Brows bounced at the thought of the trek home. The dogs were going to be pleased. "The dogs are going to hate me in the morning." Her gaze falling to the odd placement of the pencils. "My own thoughts have been drifting. Getting distracted has been far easier than even I like to be." Came her confession as she looked back to Farad."The season got you up late?" F He gave a slight nod towards her, kicking one leg over the other, attempting his best to let the evenings oddities slip away from him. mostly keeping his sight towards Verity, the longer he looked elsewhere the more it became.He almost half expected her to walk in the door a third time but a hand to his chin, running his fingers across the late five o'clock shadow brought him a tactile way of not losing his thoughts."Well I could always send you with more rawhides, there are still plenty more after last I stopped by, Just in case I bring Samarah with me." He gave a pause as she spoke about the season and it's pull upon the mind."Fall is not usually a pleasant time for me, but this is my first in Kryta, so I hope to make the most out of it, even spending time with Mr Darrow recently." he gave a small laugh towards the raucous issues the bar likely caused on a nightly basis.The moon once more began to fade behind the clouds, leaving just the single candle to blow in the field house' own breeze. Illuminating mostly just their features as they spoke. The chill in the autumn air creeping as the night was truly taking hold. V "Again?" The woman's grin slipped further. "So that's how you got passed to leave the mug." The pieces of the past week slowly coming together. "Here I thought they were just bad guard dogs, find out they're mercenaries." The woman laughed and leaned back  to the seat. While she'd in part been avoiding another visit until she'd gotten her thoughts straight, she found herself falling back into the easy conversation. There was a knowing nod that came in answer to his mention of the fall. "Same for me, not the first time in Kryta business, but..." She started to ramble, tucking a fallen curl back once more. Brows rose hearing he'd crossed paths with Finn, "There's never a dull moment about Finn. That's for certain. I still need to harass him into doing a tattoo for me. If I can work up the courage." A hesitant hand reached for the mug of cooling coffee that had been poured. It felt odd reaching for a cup that had been poured for someone else or herself, she hadn't been quite sure. With the chill of the rain and to cool of the evening in the building she welcomed the warmth that seeped from the mug. F he gave a softer chuckle. His sandy eyes closing lightly. "No, I know my mercenaries well, I should get them some Duskfall bandanna to wear by the end of the week." He shook his head once more, a soft creaking sound fell from his chair as he leaned back.He'd started to get used to how the woman moved from tough subjects, letting her blather on and indulging her escape route. "A tattoo? I've a few myself, but I didn't know they were that common until I saw Darrow.... for the minutes that I did before racial epithets and narrowly missing a giant of a man get beaten up by nobles." It took a few minutes, but the bright candle light let the corners of the room fade into blackness. The dark consuming details of the room as they spoke. It grew colder with another strong wind through the rafters. "I've got a few blankets if you'd like, I doubt either of us will be comfortable, but you can at least be warm." V Verity's gaze fell to the coffee in hand, "They might actually enjoy that. Danny more than Spud." She chuckled lifting her gaze as she took a sip. Setting the mug back to her lap there was a bob of her head in a nod. "There were a good many who had them in Lion's Arch. Still are I'd imagine. I never really considered one till recently. Still not really sure where I'd put one." She hummed in soft thought. Lips pursing in hearing of the trouble at the Dead-end. As the edges of the room darkened and the room chilled further, the woman had a shiver travel down her spine. "I wouldn't take your blankets. It's my own fault venturing out with not more than this." A hand freed from the mug giving a tug at the light sweater she wore. Canting her gaze on the man across from her, "Does it often get this cold in here?" F "I'll requisition a few of them from the board commissary then." He chuckled lightly and contemplated "I supposed that is all really based on what you would have inked to flesh." It was late and cold, reaching back he picked a thick wool blanket off the side table near his desk and passed it over towards her. "Come now, you cant always be -this- accommodating mouse. Please warm up, it will make me feel better knowing I didn't let you freeze." He took a moment to look around the room. "No.. it usually doesn't, but the summer heat was usually insulated well." The sound of a basketballs loud pang of dribble, then a series of more of them bouncing along the hard wood floor beyond the door of the office. It was hard to see into the yawning black past his door as he turned quickly.He debated simply closing the door to seal them in against the rest of the building. But he took to standing to peer out into the room... V There was a reluctance in accepting the blanket but in the end with his added persistence she did. Setting the coffee to the table she gladly unfurled the blanket and tugged it about her shoulders and about her smaller frame. "No I'm not always this accommodating. Though my pride tends to get in the way." A pointed look had fallen towards him but was quickly drawn towards the door and beyond into the eerie darkness of the field house. It hadn't been nearly as dark when she'd come in nor had it been as ominous. "Are you sure I didn't interrupt?" she asked again, rising to her feet and stepped along side Farad and the door. Her gaze likewise lingering out before up. While she wanted to trust him at his word, she couldn't shake the feeling of having seen someone sitting in his office and now the drifting shadow she could have swore was another within the building. F He felted the pointed stare for a moment from his peripheral vision but the pressing concern of who was with them in the building set his instincts kicking in. Beside her his left arm slipped under the back of his jacket, clutching something steel and leather clad that was hidden beneath his uniform. A brief flash of lighting showed a shape emerging from the darkness far inside of the court, one of the basketballs rolling nearby. A slightly brown figure, nude, and with very tall hair went running through the darkness and out into the rainy weather through the main doors, a lithe blonde woman with a pile of clothes in her arms went after him from beneath the bleachers, her voice calling out in frustration as she had to climb over the knocked over crate of balls that had just been spilled. "Omar!" She called before darting of into the night.Farads grip settle, the clench to his jaw fading as he released the scabbard at the small of his back. Relief setting upon his face.He turned towards her, having only released how close the blanket covered woman was to him. He saw the suspicion hanging in her question."Verity, I don't know who was in my office... or if I was dreaming, but I was talking to you, I'd just asked you if you would have a drink with me, and then...the lights went out." He knew she was incredulous about him, guarded often since they met. "Only you." V With her gaze held on Farad, the distant figure went unseen. Upon hearing the youths bolt and catching the glimpse of them streaking off and out into the rain had the woman bringing a blanket covered hand to cover a laugh. The laugh faded, however, once she heard and further yet saw the insistence on his own features. Lips pursed as she nodded. "I believe you. Well that you believe that. It's just...You're probably right in regards to the sleep." She tried to shrug the oddities off once more. Leaning back against the opposite side of the door. "You want a drink with me enough to dream about it then?" A confusion filled her eyes but for different reasons than when she had arrived. Surely he'd heard rumors in working with the elite students. She weighed the odds but the thought interrupted with the hairs rising along her spine with another chill. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't imply or make it seem that I thought you were lying." F His hand slipped behind, taking a hold of the door to his office, closing behind him as he began to settle into the cold air once more. Hoping the candle gave some warmth.His own features fell after her laughter struck his ear. "I get a bit on edge at night is all, forgive me." He admitted, letting his heart slow from its racing beat. Years as a soldier had affected heavily how his body handled stress, rarely in a healthy fashion.If he had heard rumor about it, it was never mentioned and it didn't seem to hold any weight upon his speech. Giving a moment for the tension to settle. "You are likely right Verity if it's the season or the hour simply playing tricks on us." He asked finally for a moment. "It would seem that I do, if that isn't the oddest thing I've admitted to a woman before." Either it was a real Verity or simply a figment of his mind it is likely that his own desires colored the vision of it. "Still sure you made a better choice joining me instead of Omar under there?" V "You don't need to apologize." She eased from the door after he chose to close it. "It took me a while to get used to staying in the cottage alone. I understand some." She tried to assuage his concern. Twisting as she moved closer to the desk she glimpsed to the door as if she could see beyond it and the youths running off. When she twisted back, she managed to nod. "I'm sure. I really did only want a nap that morning. I'm sure you saved my clothes with that coffee. No if I wanted what the lot of the others want under there, I'm a little more creative than that." She offered the last with a quick lightness to her tone letting him take the information how he would. "Alright. I'll have a drink with you. But if it's to be a proper drink I might suggest a setting that's not the Dead End." The words came almost casual as the woman returned to her seat and silently hoped that the color that touched her cheeks wasn't given away in the candle light. F while dark beyond the door, the moon had settled past the clouds once more, illuminating the building in a soft lunar bask. For now even the chill had passed as if it came in waves with the darkness.The admission hit closer to home than he let on. Transition to a life far different then before was something they shared. His sage and somber visage upturned into a quiet laugh as he sat down through her separation from the rampantly hormonal youth's. "Artful even I imagine." He chuckle with a slight chiding turn of phrase.Hard to tell if the soft change to her complex was caught, but Farads near sand colored eyes were always analytically locked upon her face when they spoke. Heavy kidded as they may be from a lack of sleep."If it is for you to say yes, I'll oblige any suggestion." His smile showed the whites of his teeth as he covered his mouth with a hand.The soft ticking of his clock had begun once more, clicking finally past the hour where it had frozen. Farad leaning back and fighting the sleep that was gripping for him in the haunting night. V Adjusting her blanket as she settled into the chair. "Artful... you might be surprised I've not ventured that route." brows knit as she considered it briefly. Her own chuckle mingling with his own until she felt the weight of his gaze on her own. "It doesn't have to be anything extravagant. But a date among addicts and potential of a bar fight, either run the risk of dampening the mood." She teased lightly. Bringing her legs up to cross at the edges of the chair, it was her turn to return the appraising look. though her features remained softened if not a touch nervous at accepting the invitation. "Worse case you find out I'm not what you thought." There was a roll of her shoulder. The hand that cupped about the mug slipped a finger to pick at the edge of the handle. "If it's keeping you up, it's the least I can do." When the nervous gaze lifted from the coffee it was a more sincere smile that found the Coach. F The subtle look of consideration gave an even deeper heft to his laugh, she did continue to surprise him, whether it was a pointedly sharp jab, or an off the cuff weird aunt comment.His face had softened, his stony jaw relaxing from the stern look many of the students had come to expect of him over the past month he had been on the staff.He looked down for a moment, turning his ow half drunk mug around handle away. "Would you like mine instead?" He offered."I've a few ideas that wont involve either, but I like to remain a man of mystery, it little what I have left." His body leaning back to comfortably place a foot halfway up his desk. "You've the right of it, the only weight placed on it is what we put there. I said before, you'll always be welcome for coffee." It was as if the witching hour has passed. The oddities and subtle changes had subsided for now, perhaps it was all simply consequence of the storm, or the years catching them both on edge. V Brows knit briefly as he offered his coffee instead and was quickly followed by a shake of her head, “oh no, this is fine.” She chuckled. Further confirming with lifting it for a sip. “I’m that case I won’t pry. I’m rather fond of surprises. The good ones at least.” Watching him ease into his seat her figure seemed to follow suit as she pulled the blanket further around.“I feel like I should apologize for falling distant. I know you said there was no need to. It’s not that my interest wasn’t there. But as you said this time of year is difficult.” Came her own confession. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I was asked for a date either. You rather caught me off guard.” The last came with a quiet laugh as if any louder and she’d disturb someone sleeping. F He followed suit with the quiet tone of her voice. Giving an understanding smile, assurance of his words as they came. "I simply assume you a busy student, we've all got our histories to content with Verity. Having one is no reason to apologize to me." He spoke as he lifted his jacket from his torso, turning it over to lay across his crossed arms. The heavy leather making a comfortable blanket.His eyes lightly closing as they upturned to the ceiling as he admitted to her comfortably. "Its been years since I've done so myself. I would hope a younger self was far more suave about such, but I doubt such is true." The comfortable pose gave him an air of peace that was rare, it was likely that sleeping was one of the few reprieves he had. V "That's true." she quietly noted in regards to histories. Running her thumb over the handle of the mug, eventually lifting it to take a pair of drinks before setting it off to the desk.Running a hand through her hair, brushing the drying curls back from her face. As he settled into his seat with the jacket for cover, her own gaze lifted considering the hour and if the storm had passed along with the image of a younger Farad and potentially suave attempts at wooing another. Lips curled with a quietly breathed laugh. "I'm sure you managed well enough. Not that I know you well enough to say. Given what I do know it's hard to imagine otherwise." F He motioned with his hands along his head,and running down to the middle of his back. "Gods I had such long ebony hair, even in those awful sulfur pits, I kept it immaculate.." He chuckled softly "I had my moments, only very few of which I should probably say I am proud of." He gave as a complete admission that he was likely not much better in his youth than the basketbrawl team. While the storm had lifted, the groan was still simply a soupy mess, trek-able if one wished, a bath was likely all that would be needed after it's long trek."You laugh, but I thought I was incredibly serious and full of mystery." He gave a soft self introspective laugh at his personal dig.He kept his eyes closed, adjusting to the dark. Sleep wouldn't be far behind, and he made no push to remove the woman, or to stop her if she chose to take leave. V "I think those moments are more like a right of passage." A canted gaze lingered across the desk towards her company before glimpsing up towards the time. She'd seen plenty of moments where men had fallen asleep in their chairs, often regretting it come morning. Rising then to her feet, "I'm not sure I'd call those bad attributes. So long as there's a humor there too." The blanket was pulled from her shoulders and folded to rest over her arm with a hand resting on top. "I should let you go get some rest. It sounds like the rain's stopped, I can be on my way." Turning the blanket was returned to the table from where she'd seen it collected, Verity followed suit with the towel she'd been allowed to borrow. It was a deepened inward breath and a glance towards the door that she prepared herself for the journey home. Months of living in the middle of no where had taken some getting used to, there weren't many things she feared as they often had explanations, but the quite that came with night occasionally mingled with a tinge of unease. Collecting up her satchel, any thought gone awry  pressed to the back of her thoughts, leaving a pleasant smile to find the Coach. "Thank you for the blanket and the coffee." F As she began to clean up around the office, placing away all of items as she prepared. His eyes fluttered open. Slowly placing his foot down and coming to stand before her. He was relaxed and comfortable, heavy lidded but sure of himself.He didn't move to stop her, but meet her by the door, cracking it for her for when she chose to take it. His prosthetic hand, reached out to give a surprisingly gentle and dexterous hold to her own. A small squeeze of appreciation to her. "If you want to head home, stay safe. if anything happens I'll be right here." He simply seemed reassuring, and generally supportive of her process, her choices, having many of them similar. Neurotic focused energy from loss and life. "Ask the dogs when they'd be willing to let you out for an evening." V Verity went still when his hand collected her own. She didn't withdraw, instead returned a squeeze of her own. It wasn't until after that she realized that he might not feel it. Lifting her gaze to meet his own. "I will. So long as you don't let yourself fall asleep in the chair." she countered. "Feel free to surprise us. They're pretty understanding, especially if you keep paying them off." lips pulled back in a tired but affectionate smile. There was a reluctance to free her hand from his hold, when she did it moved to slide over the side of his waist, "Good night, Farad." With a dip of her head the woman started for the open door and make her way home. F turning back into his office lightly. "I promise." He smiled, looking back in hopes that his military cot was still in here somewhere in one of his trunks. While he truly couldn't feel the squeeze, the movement of the asura tech was precise, he knew something moved. And the reluctance to let go made him smile slightly." I'll make sure to keep my bribe on me." Moving back to remove himself from her path, he was watch until she exited the building. His voice was enough to be heard across the court with it's near silent dark. "Good night Verity." He moved back into the his office and shut the door, an ever present smile simply stapled to his face before finding something other than his chair to sleep on.It was only in the middle of the night, once all had slipped from consciousness, would the clock stop once more. Three A.M. it remained for only a quarter of a bell, the spirits one by one rising from his office and slipping back out into the night. Only one remained, cold and focused on the Elonian, watching in her frigid violent envy. It's allowance of spirits through the aged ancient halls was over...

#RP #Farad #verity #as tyria turns

[riku-azhurlar]

the true depth of stagnation and taking what you can get

So, first and foremost why I’m posting this here i don’t know. maybe its due too the fact no one except a few people know i have this. but maybe it'll help someone else before they end up like i was not to long ago. forewarning it will be a loooooong read so be prepared.

context

so before my realization of all this imagine me, 20, almost 21 finally get a girlfriend. never had one, girlfriend had some serious health problems and allergies. i at the time took it because i couldn't seem to get a girl otherwise and either it worked out or it didn’t and i got some dating skills for the next girl and we were friends since my junior year of HS. so i thought it waould be fine. so through the time i spent with her i grew to love her and it was the greatest time of my life! I at some point disclosed my mental problems to her because all of them are "silent" ones where if the person didn’t tell you you’d probably never notice. i started changing my habits and diet to better support her allergies. things were great!

when it all fell through...

so fast-forward a while we are engaged by this point and were talking wedding stuff with her mother. now as a quick side note no one in her house apposes anything her mother says, no one has a spine to do so. but then her mother made the mistake of insulting mine. i snapped at her. she got pissy holding my fiance and the insane amount of money she was putting into the wedding hostage for me to apologize to her. even though she was in the wrong! so i sucked up my pride for the girl i loved and who i thought loved me and apologized to her mother with a part saying very nicely and i quote "i would kindly appreciate it if you don't insult my mother again. you have no idea what she goes through on a daily basis" she agreed and that was that.

a few days later me and her had a D&D session with my room mates and somethings felt off. a few days later i was getting off work and saw i had a voice mail from her. i tried listening to it and it just sounded like her crying and then hanging up. i thought her mother did something. made sense. so i tried texting her because it was late and i didn't want to wake up my roommates. no response. tried texting her again the next day because i knew she was at her student teaching so she couldn't answer a phone call. i went into work worried sick for her. fast forward a few hours and I'm on my lunch break watching something on my phone, only had about 10 mins left, and i get a call from her i was so happy to finally hear from her so i quickly accept the call "Hey fiances name! i don't have much time left before i have to head back to work. whats up?"

the second she began to speak i knew i was in for something but i never expected it. through her obviously crying voice "my name i want to call off the engagement." my heart shattered. i asked her why and begged for her not too, begged for answers. what she gave me? "because of your mental problems its shown through recently you cant be supportive of me and i need a partner who can support me" i had a feeling her mother had a play in it so i asked if she did, she claimed she didn't but either way at that point i didn't know what else to say so i said "I'm sorry for being such a bother to you" and hung up. i stormed into the office trying to hold in my tears. what hurt even more is she didn't even let me tell my own mother! i immediately called my mother and she answered immediately with a "what the hell happened?!" in a good way. "i just got a text from ex-fiances name saying the engagements canceled" after explaining everything to the manager on duty she let me go early and i went home and cried. later that night i went to a close friend to help get my mind off of it.

The aftermath

so during the next week i had a lot of time to think. i gave up so much to support her and yet she couldn't be the support for me. first thing i wish i noticed sooner. and she had always said that i needed to find a better job. i worked retail at a Walgreen’s and loved it, but I’m like nah its fine it pays bills and i love going into work every day so whats the big deal? but i had realized i was just to content with my current state and wasn’t moving forward.

using the feeling and realization of this i applied and I got a better job somewhere else. moving forward with my life. whether it be just to help get my mind off of it, a subliminal goal to see what she left behind. but at around this time i remembered when we started dating my mindset then. i sent one last text to her "I didn't want to do this but i cant talk to you after everything, the person i thought finally got me and didn't judge me based on my mental issues but you obviously did just like everyone else. so after i send this text I’m blacklisting you and your mothers numbers and unfriending you both on fb maybe in 6 months a year maybe never who knows we can go back to being friends but if you ever think its that time im not blocking you on Facebook so you can message me there if you ever want to try to establish contact, if im ready for it I’ll respond. this is good bye."

what I’ve learned

If the mom is crazy controlling avoid her.

anyone can show a side of them that you’d never expect at any moment

don't stay stagnant always try and better yourself. small steps, be person that will make them regret their decision to leave you.

don use this method to get them back. if they do it once they will do it again.

use the pain as a catalyst

make sure if you're like me and have some mental problems taht are more "high functioning" you are 200% sure that they will not judge you based off of it if you tell them. let them get to know you without them before you let them know you with it

don't let the pain of the past hold you from the future you pursue. in time the pain will die off.

don't pretend the scars are not there because ignoring your past is the worst thing you can do. accept it and it will work a lot better

if people don’t accept you for the wonderful human being you are the do not deserve to be in your life

even the darkest hour can bring forth a brighter day just keep pushing foreword towards it.

#breakup #help yourself #stagnation #pass it on

[kellodrawsalot]

Top five worst Sonic Archie issues

So a while back me and @greenyvertekins​ talked a bit about our favorite Sonic Archie moments, I was thinking of doing a TOp five/top ten favorite Sonic archie issues but honestly the moments I and Greenyvertekis mentioned were pretty much my favorite/best issues. So if you want to read here! most of them are also from the best written arcs so .....

Then I thought, wouldn’t it be fun to do a top five WORST Sonic arche issues instead? :) (warning Im from the Netherlands so my English is bad, feel free to spell correct me!)

Number 05 Issue 172

Going pretty low in the list because despite this being one of  my least favorite issues it should be noted that this was the start from the comic getting better and better at this point, this ugly-face just was the blacksheep from that collection.

Not only was the cover a bad reminder that the comic was seen as bad-furry-romance-drama which I really hoped the comic wanted to distant itself from it, the entire issue is a sadlyalso  bad-furry-drama. It starts off with Amy Rose confronting Fiona Fox about the rumors that she heard from Tails that she is cheating on Sonic with Scourge, (the Green Edgy Sonic recolor) Now the story of Fiona Fox is a pretty sad one, she never had much of a character to begin with. She was first introduced as a robot in her child form to lure Tails into a trap. It turns out that Eggman based her off a real person: Fiona Fox who someway or another was left behind by Mighty and Sonic in Eggman’s prison and she manage to escape but stil holding a grudge and got angry at them for it, That is mostly what I remember her from in the past issues. From then on she would just be background character number 55 a freedom fighter with no dialog, the only times I sort of remember her was that she liked the idea of using guns, and that Sonic was afraid for Tails to be rejected by the too-old-for-you girl Fiona.Sonic wanted to talk to FIona about this issue and she mentions she still thinks SOnic is selfish for leaving her behind but that his sacrifice in issue 125 made her change her mind somewhat, That’s it. Now the weird story behind Fiona is that Karl Boilers planned to use her as a second-love interest for Sonic after Sonic broke up with Sally. Sonic was supposed to enter a relationship with Amy Rose shortly after the Sonic/Sally break up. (Keep in ind that Amy Rose back then was still 10 years old mentally at that time YIKES.) and Fiona for whatever reason was to become a rival to Amy for Sonic’s affections. Now Ken Penders apparently interfered with this idea and Karl and Ken changed it into...Fiona Fox becoming Sonic’s girlfriend instead...out of the blue....out of nowhere. At least with Amy you knew she had a crush on Sonic but with Fiona? why would Sonic ever enter a relationship with a girl he hardly interacted with and with a girl his best friend was crushing on? ..moving on various issues later and writer Karl Boilers and Ken Penders were no longer on board and new writer Ian Flyn entered into the picture it was by then far too late to clean up this mess and I could tell from the comic’s writing that Ian wasn’t sure what to do with Fiona, he tried to give her a more Sally-personality with a bad history but that felt tripped and forced. He knew he had to break the two characters off and he thought the best way to do that was to reveal that Fiona Fox became a bad-girl who fell in love with Scourge due to the events off Sonic 150 (dont worry that issue will be brought up later)

Not only did this came out of no where, it felt forced even if Fiona had no character it felt like she really was just a pawn of a writer not sure what to do with her. It also didnt help that the issue ends in a weird anticlimatic way  and in the next issue most of the characters dont even talk or seem to be phazed with Fiona’s betrayel and  Sonic would be slightly flirtatious with Sally and Amy in the next issue too, (Really Sonic you just got dumped.) The issues saving grace is a cute side story with Amy Rose and Julie Su training together and some decent/good art overall.

Number 04 Knuckles the Echidna issue 32

Yes Knuckles does count as part of the Sonic series, and if the list would be Knuckles comic focused this would have been number one. Not only was this the last issue of probably the most boring arc I ever read It also nailed the coffin on the Knuckles series as it was canned after this issue. It introduced two very uncreative very Un-SegaSonic like characters: Monk and Hunter whose design and motivations are as generic as you can imagine. Ken Penders tries to make you feel for the Monk-character but I dont think anyone was convinced. I own this issue as well and HONESTLY I forgot I even read this issue as a child it was that forgettable, even in my Knucklesfangirl phase as soon as I finished reading the last 3 issues I forgot about it, It also doesnt help that the covers while nicely drawn by Galan were cluttered and too busy, Ken Penders did the book’s art and while he did a perfect job drawing Hunter his cartoon characters were always off-model and the way he draws large mangaeyes didn’t look well. In other words the art wasnt good either.

I only remember these issues  because of @hedgehogscantswim​ review, which I suggest you guys read into as they go into much greater depth on their blog on the flaws of the art, the character designs of Monk and Hunter and the overall big problem the last issue has.  

Number 3 Sonic issue 134

Oh Yeah let’s talk about the big one, let’s talk about the issue that caused many Sonic fans to drop the comic, lets talk about the issue that split the fanbase in half and what made the Sonic-Archie comics the laughing stock of Sonic spin offs for years to come until Ian Flyn joined and the much later soft-Reboot. If the Sally/Sonic/Mina love drama didn’t convince people that the comic had badfurryromance drama this issue sure did.

Sonic sacrificed himself in issue 125 to save the world,  but was transported to a different planet cause science, he survived and had space adventures with Aliens, met up with Tails parents somehow...(Really those issues are all a blur too me at this point.) he came back to Mobuis only to discover a year has passed since then, he reunites with his nowwithlonghair girlfriend Sally and by issue 125, Sally makes it clear to Sonic that she wants him by his side as she is sort-of forced by her parents to no longer be on the battle field. However Sonic cant possibly do that, he is the hero after all, he cant be tied down Sally clearry suffering from trauma after Sonic’s death begs him to stay by her side, Sonic  tearfully tells her he can’t and Sally takes Sonic’s rejection pretty well and says that she knows being a hero is in Sonic’s blood and decides to reject her parents wishes and join her boyfriend and the rest of her friends on the battle field.

No wait Never mind, she SLAPS him across the face and calls him Selfish and breaks up with him afterwards.

Not only did this issue came in the worst possible time when the Sonally/Sonamy ship wars was rampant in the Online Sonic fandom communities. The motivation and reason for Karl Boilers to do this was in such a bad taste as well. Karl who MOST Likely was aware of the growing popularity of the Sonamy ship and the hatred the sonamy fanbase had for Sally, from people calling her a marry sue, a slut because her lack of pants, ugly due to her brown color sceme, and other funny-horrible things because shipping is serious business, Probably wanted to win and be favored by a part of the Sonic fan base and had outlined plans to have Sonic and Amy Rose become an official couple in the comics. (Even if Karl wrote Amy Rose as a 10 year old mentally girl with a body of a 12 year old together with a 17 year old teen Sonic.) They had to become a couple. How to do this you ask? by breaking Sonic/Sally up and portraying  Sally out to be a selfish cunt of a woman, not only was this so disgustingly out of character and a slap to the face to the sonally and Sally fans, it was all to make the fans to transaction to the idea of Sonamy instead. It didnt help Sally’s position in the fanbase and she along with Chris and Elise would be among the list of the most hated characters where extreme Sonamy fanbrats now had valid proof on their side.It would take years for Sally to recover. To add insult to injury the only nice thing about the issue is the introduction of new artist John Gray (whose animish-cartoondisneyish style was colorful, pleasant and very pleasing to the eye! was more then needed at that time since the art quality standards was low back then. )John has stated he did NOT like working on this issue either due to the content and story. I am so thankful that Sally has been much better written for years now.

Number 02 Sonic Super Special issue 07 Crossover with Image Comics

Where to start with this, oh boy oh boy. I put this very high on the list because this has to be one of the worst crossovers spin ofss I have ever had the pleasure of reading. and I mean that the Powerrangers/TMNT crossover was more enjoybale that this mess. This is also very high on the list not only because the art was below average and many characters were off models but Mister Ken Penders used this crossover special to shoehorn his own ‘’characters’ from his comic book series the Lost Ones. (who btw got canned after only volume 01) his characters got the most attention out of everyone else. A image-comics with Sonic crossover already sounds sort of weird and silly but hey I am Spawn fangirl, I am intrigued. But I dont even get that.

(oh wait, this is fucking it, Spawn appears for about a page to say no to Sonic and then leaves thats it??) FOR FUCK SAKE....

Honestly @robotnikholmescomicblog​ gave this comic a great review and I suggest going to their tag of Ken-Penders-Why as they bring out most of the flaws of Ken Penders writing and they said it better then I ever will.

Overall the issue is just a mess, with shallowcheap cameos of image characters, Sonic and the freedom fighters being DICKS to most of the human characters for no reason, a very anti climatic ending and a giant commercial for Ken Penders doomed and boring characters that nobody gave a dam about) characters that he planned to use in ‘’The Lost ones’’ and Knuckles 20 years later. With a character hinting to become Knuckles’s greatest enemy yet with a very ugly boring design that could rivals Hunter. (btw none of these concepts go anywhere, Lost Ones was canned, and Knuckles 20 years later didnt come in fruition the way Ken Penders wanted.)

and number 5, worst issue Sonic issue 150

This is my most least favorite issues up to date and why you might ask

well for one thing the art is okay, I give it that but it doesnt even start with Sonic,

no we get a quick-reveal  of AntiSonic pretending to be the real Sonic flirting with all the girls in knothole

We get uncomfortable panels of Mina Mongoose almost cheating on her boyfriend with Sonic, Sonic and Bunnie making out and falling asleep next together, Sonic being creepy at Amy ect and none of the girls seem to realize that this is obvious not the real Sonic but ANti-Sonic. Everbody fails to notice that Sonic is  trying to flirt with all the girls he gets his eyes on. Only Tails seems to quistion it. Shows how much his own friends seem to know him. Or his own freaking family. The real Sonic is stuck in anti-mobuis and is busy trying to convince them that he is not AntiSonic, it’s very boring and dull. Also since the real Ant was stuck in anti Mobuis couldn’t he have tried to come back to his own world with Sonic? I dont know that just confused the heck out of me, The extra side story also doesn’t help, Its the conclusion to TailS ‘’the Chosen One’’ which was,,,pretty lame too with bland-art, and has the unfortunate of introducing the fanbase to the still-hilarious Titan Tails

(OHfuckmethat’sstupid.)

So the stories are stupid, the art is okay and lame. Why is it so high on the list?

It’s THE 150 anniversary issue and this is how Karl and Ken apparently wanted to celebrate it? It also doesn’t help that the cover is really underwhelming and boring compared to the 125th issue but that’s it’s least of its problems. A short while later Ian Flyn and Tracey joined the team and Ken and Karl left. For the better. But talk about a lame way to celebrate a 150th milestone. What a waste. 

#Archie Sonic #Sonic Archie comics #the worst #Ken Penders #Ken Penders is a douche #Kell0x #Hedehogscantswim #Sally Acorn #the slapp #Amy Rose #Fiona Fox #Ian Flyn #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog #greenyvertekins #robotnikholmes