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beevean · 3 months

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Ah man i really dislike fandom's general behaviour regarding canon vs not-canon (shoutout to the ff7 fandom for not being normal abt the compilation :) ) There is this belief that canon means good or is some sort of prestige, and that's why some ppl insist so much on placing their favorite spin offs or side stories at canon level, or try to "downgrade" some canon story bc they didnt like it. And in the end canon in terms of quality means nothing! I acknowledge that, for example, metroid other m is technically more canon than the metroid prime trilogy (including how it went out of its way to make the mp games explicitly not compatible w the main canon 🙄), yet i also will say that mom sucks horribly and will ignore its mistake of an existence while the mp trilogy is Peak. Heck i personally like the lore introduced in AM2R despite it being a fan game (aka def not canon). Or for a diff example, the CoD manga could be said to be less canon than PtR, but both are beautifully written and introduce plenty of interesting elements and themes to the main CoD story (plus Hector look at Hector the he hes so- ).

Canon doesnt equals quality, but rather it means what was an actual event in a series, and is mostly relevant in terms of analisis, putting together what happened, and trying to predict what events will be mentioned again in the franchise and their influence (and also retcons exist, for good and evil). If you like canon, good! If you like an spin off, good! If you like the fanon/headcanons, good! You can try to mix up elements from both into your own version or interpretation, to do fanfics or fanart, etc. Something being canon or not is an objective (if debatable in certain cases) fact, but that doesnt means you need to like it or not

Thank you for putting it better than what I've been trying to say fdhsjhfdskhfks

Ohh boy the OM example. I would rather. Not touch that :) I am aware of the backlash after Dread dared to include an image of that game's events... (but speaking of AM2R, I really believe it shouldn't be mentioned in this conversation lol. I suppose you can say that we can accepts its ideas like headcanons!)

The CoD mangas are an interesting example. PtR was written by Ayami Kojima, who had a hand in creating at least Hector and Isaac, so it's technically a more "official" product than the MF manga which was written by a hired writer; but Kojima herself considers the MF manga more canon, likely because it's more detailed:

Although there are some restrictions on representation when accompanying a game, there is a comic in Japan that can be freely established as a story and can be thoroughly enjoyed, by Kou Sasakura ("Castlevania: Curse of Darkness'', published by Media Factory). It was written by hand, so I apologize for the inconvenience, but please read it as well. This is how I ended up with it this time, and it may be confusing for those who worry about the story. Each person's setting, interpretation, and representation are different, but I'll leave it to you as the true story... Hector is also cool and handsome! ... How should I say it? It's like the child I gave birth to as a surrogate mother (wow!) is now doing even better with their foster parents, and I'm crying tears of gratitude behind the telephone pole.

(this quote is so wholesome I wanted to share, even if badly translated <3)

So who is right? And speaking about that, how much can prequel mangas be "canon" in a videogame series? I never mentioned the Sonic promotional material, now that I think of it lol. (admittedly that's another issue, the one of accessibility for newcomers, which oh man oh man do the CoD mangas suffer from :'D)

Anyway, I have nothing smarter to add, so let me emphasize this:

#canon #for reference

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bellhopping · 4 months

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merry christmas fellas, here's my little summary of art

Generally I'd say I've improved a lot throughout this year. Got a proper drawing tablet, switched drawing programs, finally begun working on using more then one type of brush... it's certainly been journey! A journey with many ups and downs, but one I am glad I went on anyhow.

Under the cut is individual uploads of every piece of art in this image, alongside a writeups about their creation. Cheers!

[1/25/23, Medibang Paint]

Starting off with a pretty alright one, drew this to commerate the release of a game I'd been interested in for the past 4 or 5 years. I think it could use some tweaks, but for something drawn in mobile medibang I'm still pretty proud of it.

[N/A, N/A]

This is where my february drawing would go... IF I HAD ONE !!!

I did not draw much digitally in February, on account of my tablet randomly breaking right at the start of the month. I did draw some stuff traditionally, but I don't feel like fishing it out at this moment lol

[3/31/23, Krita]

One of my first proper drawings in krita, and of a character I should really draw more of. This was made for trans day of visibility & comes with a trans pride palette to boot, though I ended up choosing the normal palette since the other one kind of sucks. Also could've done better on the posing, but I was still getting used to the ins & outs of drawing tablet usage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[4/22/23]

Drawing I made for earth day, honestly a solid contender for best thing I've drawn all year. I did pretty good on the pose, still dig the background a fair bit, & overall think the piece came out damn cool!

[5/12/23, Krita]

An expirement with line thickness, featuring one of my favorite ocs. Despite it's roughness you can tell I had gotten a hang of Krita's core functions by now.

[6/17/23, Krita]

Cover art for the prolouge of CAT-Astrophe Comic, the webcomic my brother & I have been working on. Overall been really happy with my work on the comic so far, I've slowly but surely been getting better at each part of the process and am still making good progress on pages n such ^^

[7/9/23, Krita]

Fanart of a character from a game, drawn for my pal Rinbin after they bought me Rain World. This single handedly inspired me to draw more robots, definitely one thing I 100% intend to follow up on next year.

[8/1/23, MS Paint]

Drawn based off of someone elses post, I don't remember what it was really. Honestly still really damn proud of everything in this!!!

[9/7/23, Krita]

Drew some snakes/snake adjacent pokemon for snektember. I'd say this is around the point where I "mastered" krita, by this point I actively knew how to use a majority of featues & had even begun downloading outside brushes.

[10/20/23, Krita]

Overhaul of a character I made & barely used in 2022, her name is now Olive. I based the whole squidog thing off of something in a dream.

[11/26/23, MS Paint]

Fanart of a webcomic I really fucking like !!!!! Not much more to say I just really dig this one, fucking love drawing in MS Paint.

[12/20/23, Krita]

And, as if to repeat last year, I end this one with a DreamSide main cast image!

Really proud of how much all of my designs have improved throughout the year, from the small tweaks to gigantic overhauls! I finally feel ready to take the next step forward, so to speak.

And that's everything! Thank you all for your time, and accompanying me on this journey. It was certainly a rough one in many aspects, but every year is rough for me so I've gotten used to it. See you all later :>

#bellspeaks #my art #long post

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eemamminy-art · 1 year

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I know art is allowed on ao3 so I've been thinking of posting art there without fics to accompany it, but I'm so uncertain about it

IF I did I would probably do like.. one work for a particular ship and do chapters with art dumps? Or maybe just not tag the characters/series?

While browsing the fanart tag I saw a lot of it was comics and only some single illustrations or art dumps… So I'm not sure if I even should, without it being comics?

Also this is probably a really stupid thing to worry about, but I already sometimes feel like "that person" and worry as it is when I post my fics to ao3 that it's going to annoy the wrong person just enough for something bad to happen. I want to share in more places but idk!

#text #ao3

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angyvalentine · 1 year

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Of healing oils and lost teeth

Summary: “Now you get what is the lesson I taught them.” He shrugged, getting up to reach her. As before, he held her waist in his big hands, somehow draping himself over her “I have no problem in training and sharing military stuff with them. But expecting to share what is really mine, is out of question.” Some domestic fluff with Kratos and his first wife, Lysandra. Years before Ares's oath and Calliope's birth.

Words: 2k+ Pairing: Kratos x Lysandra

A/N: This was indeed the first work I ever wrote in God of War fandom. All started from a fanart I did, theeen... well, words came soon after. Not really my best work but hey, I'm still not used in writing fanfics in English xD (the second one is indeed way longer lmao).

Note: Ajax, Ortho and Anthea are characters you can see/hear of in the comics. Polyandry was pretty common in ancient Sparta, and while historically the husband had to give consent to "share" his wife, in the comic Ajax isn't really aware how much his wife Anthea enjoyed other men's company… :°) and while his comrades chatted about how many times they spent with her, Kratos thought "of HIS Lysandra". Gawd. That's when I actually started to think of him as a "no-share" type. I would have loved to see a bit more about them together…

Note2: "Nardus" is how lavender was called in Ancient Greece. Again, any feedback is very welcome! <3

It was dark outside, when he finally reached their home. Given the warm temperature, all the windows were open – and from the kitchen, he could actually see the soft light from the hearth. Probably Lysandra was finishing preparing the dinner – and no matter how late he could come back home from the training fields, she always waited for him to share a meal together. The smell of roasted pig and wine was a pleasant welcome – as well the view of his wife, after a whole day spent training with his soldiers. She was humming while chopping some vegetables, accompanied by the gurgling of the gravy in the cooking pot. A totally opposite scenario from the atmosphere in the gyms, where the shouts of the instructors and the other soldiers and the clangour of the weapons filled his ears for hours. There, between the walls of their modest home, he could feel his soul relaxing, the raging beast, normally so bloodthirst, calming down. He carefully closed the door, as if he could destroy that bubble of peace if he did too much noise. Lysandra turned around, a quick smile tugged her lips upside. “Welcome back, love.” She said, lifting the plate to let the vegetables fall into the cooking pot.

Love.

A strange endearment for a man who was famous for being one of the cruellest and most violent captains in the whole Sparta. Lysandra was well aware of his infamous fame and she often criticized his brutal methods in war. Where many of his own soldiers were scared to death to even look at him in the eyes (still, they fight each other to have the honour of joining his army), she wasn’t scared at all to let her voice be heard. She always thought his ruthless carnages were disgusting, because come on, couldn’t be there any other way to fight for Sparta? And maybe she was right. But after losing his brother in that fateful night when they were kids, Kratos swore to himself he’d have become the best warrior Sparta would have ever seen. No matter how much blood he would have to shed, no matter how many corpses he’d have step on.

Was that an excuse? Probably. Because he loved the feeling of power he felt whenever his army conquered the target he chose for their campaign. Almost in a sadistic way, he was euphoric when the smell of the blood of his enemies reached his nostrils, and the agony in the voice of his victims was like music for his ears. He swore to serve Sparta, and he was damn good in doing so. No wonders many got surprised when he actually chose the woman that later became his wife – a beast like him could really fall for a woman, ignoring how many of them he had taken to his bed in the past? Yet Lysandra was something different from any other woman, Spartan or not, he met before.

She was his polar opposite. The peaceful calm while he was the rampant fury. With her patience and kindness she represented such an anomaly in Spartan culture, where boys and girls were trained since they were young to fight for the glory of their city. Kratos couldn’t deny his wife was an archer blessed by Artemis herself, and those long legs (those legs that he loved feeling wrapped around his waist-) made her run fast like she had had Hermes’ wings on her ankles. Yet she never showed off her talent, nor she liked to take advantages with it. On contrary, she was always the first to help others instead of using that same time to train by herself. Lysandra never liked violence, and she wasn’t happy at all whenever he left for war campaigns. Even if she never clearly admitted it, he could actually imagine the unnerving waiting she had to bear while she was at home, alone, not knowing when, or if, he’d come back.

Kratos reached for her, placing his hands on her hips and leaving a quick peck on her cheek. Her skin was fresh, as if she bathed short before his arrival, and it was a nice feeling compared to his warm skin. She chuckled, one of her hands raising to gently scratch his jaw while the other was still busy stirring the food with a long wooden spoon. “Dinner is almost ready. The water is still nice, if you want to take a quick bath.” “Maybe later.” He replied in a low voice, not moving his hands and instead looking at his wife “Are you aware that this” he did a slight flick with his chin, pointing at the cooking pot “should be helots’s job?” Lysandra shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip to taste the gravy. “I do not mind doing it myself.” She simply said, hanging the spoon on its hook “I treasure the time I can spend alone with my husband.” At her reply, the warrior didn’t know what to say. He just held her close, deeply breathing in her sweet scent. Her hair smelled like nardus, still damp from the bath, and for a moment he just preferred to lose himself in that embrace. Forgetting the gyms, the training, the soldiers. Just like her, he wanted to enjoy some peaceful time with his wife. “Come on, go take a seat.” She sweetly murmured, caressing the arms that were circling her waist “That belly will not get filled by itself.”

They dined exchanging very few words, choosing to enjoy the mere presence of the other one. It was more… intimate. Something he needed after a long day, gladly skipping the meals in the common mess halls of the barracks. Not to mention that meals prepared by his wife were way better than those served in said mess halls. He was busy chewing the juicy meat when he felt Lysandra’s insistent gaze on him. Looking at her, he noticed she was staring at his right hand. More precisely, his knuckles. For a moment, he hoped she wouldn’t ask anything about it. “… I guess you hit home with that fist?” she asked, raising a eyebrow. “More or less.” He simply replied, biting off some meat “Call it a well taught lesson.” He somehow tried to let the matter drop, avoiding to add any detail. But he knew his wife, when she wanted, could be more stubborn than him. Even if she didn’t actually say anything. “Ortho thought I should be more… willing to share.” He reluctantly added. Lysandra frowned, not understanding what her husband meant. “Combat tactics?” she suggested, sipping some wine from her cup. Kratos stared knowingly at her, giving her some time to get the point. Gods, she really wanted him to admit it. “You know Anthea, right?” She nodded, collecting the dishes from the table and getting up to bring them to the stone sink. “Of course I do. She is pretty good in preparing herbal mixtures and healing oils too.” “Yeah, healing.” He sneered, smirking into his fist “And you know Ajax as well, correct?” “You mean her husband?” Kratos nodded, crossing his arms and looking at his wife, who was still facing the sink. He probably waited too long to add anything, since she turned around to look at him with a perplexed expression on her face. “The fact is, knowingly or not, Ajax shared his wife way more than he would like to admit. And some idiots suggested I should do the same with mine.” He saw her back stiffen, her hands frozen gripping at a dish. “… oh.” She simply said, somehow hesitant to add anything else. “Now you get what is the lesson I taught them.” He shrugged, getting up to reach her. As before, he held her waist in his big hands, gently folding himself over her “I have no problem in training and sharing military stuff with them. But expecting to share what is really mine, is out of question.” She inhaled, closing her eyes and leaning on his shoulder. “This is why you broke his nose.” “Nose? Not at all.” He said, massaging her hips “I left him busy collecting his teeth from the ground. A broken nose can be annoying in fighting, it can be difficult to breath. Missing a couple of teeth? He will learn to chew with his other ones.” “Because saying “I beg to differ, but…”…?” “It would not have had the same… impact.” He sneered at his own pun, laughing when he felt Lysandra hitting his side with an elbow.

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He dried his skin with a towel, joining Lysandra in the bedroom after the bath she heartily recommended him to get. He stopped at the doorstep, admiring the woman he proudly called his wife, who way distracted looking outside the window while waiting for him. She was wearing a tunic that looked so… ethereal and pure on her, yet way more daring - by the Gods, he noticed she wasn't wearing anything underneath it - compared to her classical blue and white dress . He could almost see all the details of that trained, yet soft body – a body that he was eager to love and worship, as much as he loved and worshipped the woman that body belonged to. He still remembered how he saw red when Ortho suggested him to emulate Ajax. Just the idea of any other man laying a finger on his wife made his blood boiling. Ortho could consider himself lucky, Kratos’ fist just made him lose a couple of teeth, his skull was still intact. Somehow.

Shrugging his shoulders, he reached the bed and sat on it, the wood creaked under his weight. Lysandra smiled at him, patting on the bedspread to invite him closer to her. He leant toward her to kiss her lips, but his mouth met her fingertips instead. “Lay down.” She said, kneeling on the mattress and patting again on the soft blanket “Someone deserves some pampering tonight.” “Should not it be the opposite instead?” Kratos raised an eyebrow, looking at her, but she shook her head. “As much as I cannot agree with the methods you use to prove your points, I cannot deny I am glad you will not follow Ajax’s example.” She explained, leaning toward her nightstand and getting a little jar “And I know you think it is ridiculous, but Anthea’s oils are really good for muscular pains.” “We both know why she is so good at preparing oils, Lysandra.” He remarked, yet did as his wife said. He laid down, hands crossed under his cheek and eyes closed.

He felt her sitting on his bottom and, a few seconds later, some drops falling on his back. He could heard her warming the oil on her hands, before actually feeling them on his skin. For minutes, the only sounds he could actually hear were the chirp of the crickets outside, and the squishy movements of Lysandra’s hands on his back. Another thing his wife was damn good in. The gentle night breeze created a nice contrast with her warm fingers, which were busy kneading his muscles in soothing movements. Kratos let her handling his body however she pleased, letting her move his arms on his sides to work better on his back’s muscles. He internally smirked, considering she was maybe the only person alive that could actually tame him like that. Even keeping him under her, something no one would ever dare to imagine.

“Ortho is a idiot.” He mumbled after a while, without opening his eyes “He really has no idea what it means.” “He will learn, sooner or later.” She replied, massaging his neck “Maybe one day he will marry the best woman he could ever find here in Sparta.” Kratos sneered, trying to turn around. He looked at her with a smirk, before moving a hand to gently grab her leg. “He is way too late.” He said, slowly raising to let her sit on the bed, before guiding her to lay on her back “That woman is already taken. He has lost his chance to get the best.” Lysandra just chuckled, knowing well what was waiting for her. Kratos was a man always ready to repay a favour. And in that moment, he was quite eager to repay her.

#god of war #god of war fanfic #kratos #lysandra #kratos x lysandra #crossposted on AO3

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