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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 17

Fuck, guys, I don’t even know what this story is even doing at this point. I’m on part 18 and it does NOT want to wrap up. Like at all. It wants to go on forever and I don’t know how to stop it. It MIGHT be 20 parts. It might be 50 at this point. Who the hell knows? Not this poor belabored author that’s for sure.

Anyway...so this part is a little on the sad side. We get more of Eddie’s backstory. And a little bit of bitchy Steve to lighten it up at the end.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

It wasn’t until Steve was getting ready for school the next morning that he found he had left the comic at Eddie’s.

He was throwing homework in his bag when he realized it felt lighter than it should.

He unpacked it slowly and set everything out on his bed. He stood there looking at his stuff, hands on his hips for a moment before it dawned on him.

Shit.

The comic book. After he had finished all the pages he had painstakingly put them together in comic book form. He even designed the cover. Then took them to copying store and got it bound like a real comic book.

The kid at the shop was impressed with how well the pages were mapped out.

But it wasn’t in his stuff he had pulled from his bag. Which meant one thing. Eddie had it.

It was fine. No need to panic. He had written for Eddie. He was meant to read it.

So why was he freaking out?

Oh, only because Steve didn’t want him to read it until after the school play. Hell Steve’s nerves were already shot with the three additional performances Steve wasn’t planning on having to do. But adding Eddie knowing about the Upside Down? It made him vaguely ill.

Fuck what if he did throw up from nerves? He’d never done it before, but then again, he’d never performed in front other people before either. He was a literal mess.

He packed away all his things carefully and prayed to whatever supreme being that was out there for a merciful death on his way to school.

Eddie had stayed up the whole night reading Steve’s comic. Personally, he thought that the story was good, the characters were interesting and the monsters were frightening enough.

It wasn’t until he got the final page of the comic where Steve’s afterword was.

Unlike the rest of it where it was professionally done, the last page had a carefully glued on piece of paper. So this was clearly something that Steve didn’t want other people to see.

And Eddie would have respected that if it hadn’t been addressed to him directly.

“Eddie-

So there you have it. The start of my trauma. And yes this is only the start. The real story began with a missing boy and a cover up so large it frightens me. But that was never my story to tell. This is my story. This is where it truly began for me.

Well. That’s not quite true. It started with a girl and a swimming pool. A tragedy that should have been mine. But that night I was so intent on getting laid that I let it happen. Barb deserved better than me. She should have lived and I died.

I don’t know why I lived. Maybe it was because I was needed to protect those closest to me. That’s all I thought I was good for. Dying in a blaze of glory protecting those I hold most dear. And then I met you.

God, Eddie, you make me want to live. For the first time in my miserable existence I found people who like me for me. And not just because I was needed. To protect. To defend. To die. For them.

And then you came along and protected me. Defended me. I don’t think anyone has ever done that for me before.

Just do me one favor. Peel out this insert. Throw it away. Burn it. I don’t care. Just as long as you are the only one that sees it. I don’t want you in danger. But I needed you know this side of me.

The boy with the bat. The boy who never knew what love really was until he met you.

-Love Steve”

Eddie choked back tears and place a hand to his trembling lips. If Steve had really gone through all that. If even a fraction of it was true. Even if none of it was. That was still the most beautiful love letter he had ever seen. And it was addressed to him.

Shit.

Tears rolled down his face as he read the letter again and again. After the seventh or eighth read he finally did what Steve requested and peeled the letter out of the last page of the comic. He folded it carefully and crawled under his bed.

Buried underneath of the mess was a simple black lockbox. He set it gently on his bed and then went to his dresser. He slid out the bottom drawer and jiggled the bottom until a small key fell out onto the floor.

He picked the key up and sat on his bed. He unlocked the box and placed the key between his lips for safe keeping.

Inside the box were all the things Eddie didn’t want other people to see. The couple of birthday cards his dad had sent him from prison. His mom’s suicide note.

Not even Wayne had seen that one. No one knew but Eddie that she had taken her own life. He had seen her life insurance policy and knew it wouldn’t pay out if they thought it was intentional. So accidental overdose was what was on her death certificate.

Eddie had been her sole beneficiary and it was placed in trust until he turned twenty-one. He was going to use it fund the band and get the hell out of Hawkins. He just had to make that far.

The paperwork for the trust was in there too. Wayne had offered to hold on to it for him but at the time Eddie didn’t trust anyone and giving that up felt like too much.

His birth certificate was in here too. Well a copy of it anyway. Wayne had the original, but Eddie liked knowing he had a copy too. In case he needed to get away fast.

Also in here was a portion of the money he had made from dealing drugs. He told Reefer Rick, no meth and no cocaine. Mainly weed and mushrooms, with a small smattering of the harder drugs. He had set aside ten percent of his earnings as an emergency fund. In case he needed it.

The last thing that was in there was a picture of his mom. She’s sitting on the swings next to Eddie and smiling into the camera as Eddie laughs gleefully. Just out of frame was his dad who had been pushing him on the swing. It was the last moment of happiness Eddie had before Lawrence Munson got into selling and doing drugs. Had got his wife, Edie addicted. Before Larry had got himself arrested in Texas and Eddie was sent to go live with Wayne.

He placed the love letter on top and closed the box. He locked it back up and set everything to rights. He looked at the alarm clock and groaned when the bright red numbers glared back him. It was 4:57am.

Fuck.

Eddie was supposed to be up in an hour for school. Yeah. That wasn’t happening today. He flopped on the bed and threw his arms out. He thought about the comic and what was inside it. He remembered Steve telling him that he had changed it so unless you were there that day you wouldn’t recognize the events. But even with that it felt...well, it felt like he was being let in on secret if he was honest. A big one.

He looked over at the clock again and it was almost six. He sighed and got up. He grabbed the stuff he needed for his shower and ducked into the bathroom. The last thing he needed this morning was Wayne seeing him still in the clothes he wore the night before.

He showered quickly and got out before Wayne had even turned on the coffee pot. He was dressed and ready for school before the pot had finished brewing.

Wayne handed him a cup of coffee and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you want, old man?” Eddie groused. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk considering he was running on fumes.

“You were up all night reading that comic, weren’t you?” Wayne said and took a long sip of his coffee.

Eddie sighed. He should have known better than to think that Wayne wouldn’t catch him at it. After all this was the man who had been catching him reading books at three o’clock in the morning since he was twelve.

“It’s Steve’s.”

“I didn’t know he read comic books,” Wayne said almost an echo of what he said the night before.

“As in he wrote and drew it,” Eddie clarified.

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s a pretty talented boy you got there, Eddie.”

Eddie blushed. “I know. This was the story he was originally going to tell for his art class. Seniors in ART 4 had to do an eight page comic book for their winter finale. Steve started doing this one, but the teacher flipped out and threatened to call his parents because it was ‘too scary’ or some other dumb shit.”

“So he completed it anyway and turned in something else?” Wayne supposed.

Eddie nodded. “He told me he was going to finish it so that I could read it.”

Wayne hummed. “Do you think he left it here on purpose? So that you would read it without having to physically hand it to you?”

Eddie tilted his head and looked up thoughtfully. He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think Steve would have wanted to explain it to me.” He hung his head. “I shouldn’t have read it without that permission, but you know me.”

“I don’t think I would have been able to resist reading something that was meant for me either,” Wayne said, nodding.

Eddie drank the rest of his coffee and kissed his uncle on the cheek. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Bring that boy yours with you,” Wayne said. “I’m making my lasagna tonight, and I want him over for dinner.”

Eddie grinned. “You got it, old man.”

He was out the door and driving off before Wayne could even shake his head. Wayne loved that boy and if he was really lucky he would get another sweet boy out of this deal.

Steve was standing nervously at the door to the math hall because it was closest to the parking lot, chewing on his thumb nail. He knew he shouldn’t chew on his nails, but his nerves were shot to hell.

But the bell rang and there was still no sign of Eddie. So after a moment or so of indecision Steve gave up and went to class.

He spent this first class of the day fidgeting with his pencil, tapping against whatever surface was in reach. The desk, his book, his lips, his hand.

Finally the teacher had enough.

“Mr Harrington!” she barked.

Steve looked up at her in shock. “Yes, Miss Davis?”

“Do you have some hot date tonight that you’re nervous about or something?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest as she stared him down.

Steve looked at her blankly.

“Your pencil, Mr Harrington,” she explained tersely.

He looked down at the pencil. “No, Miss Davis. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I’ll stop.”

Miss Davis pursed her lips. “See that you do.”

Steve tried finding less obvious ways to work through his nerves and then it hit him. He pulled out his drawing pad and began to doodle.

“Mr Harrington,” Miss Davis called out again some time later. “Would you please pay attention in my class?”

Steve blinked up at her. “You were talking about the Spanish forced colonization of South America, weren’t you?”

A couple of the kids in the class giggled.

Miss Davis turned red from the embarrassment. “Carry on.”

Steve gave her his lop-sided goofy grin.

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Who do you think is phisically stronger? Amy or Shadow? I know Shadow is very powerfull with all his Chaos Attacks but what if they have a sparing match with no powers outside the strength of their muscles? I think Amy can keep up with him, maybe even better than Sonic

(I have another ask similar to this, but I’m tackling them separately because the other one is An Undertaking.)

In a strictly physical fight, I’d give the edge to Shadow. Super speed is an absurdly broken ability. Amy’s strong as hell, but strength doesn’t matter if you can’t land a hit. Just ask Knuckles:

Sonic X episode 56 [source]

We have actually seen Shadow and Amy fight before if you count the Archie comics, and it didn’t end well for Amy.

Archie Sonic Universe issue 22, page 20 [source]

Ouch :(

In his defense, she did strike first 11 pages earlier, and he probably wasn’t in any hurry to get clobbered again. Still not his finest moment, but at least he had the decency to look regretful afterward:

And Shadow. SHADOW.

Archie Sonic Universe issue 22, page 21 [source]

That’s not how you carry your future wife, dammit! She’s not a sack of potatoes! Even Sonic’s better at this. Someone teach this boy some manners. And I guess it runs in the family, too, because Silver isn’t much better:

IDW Sonic issue 59, page 6 [source]

How did Blaze wind up upside-down?! He’s carrying Amy just fine!

Anyway, while it’s true that Shadow used his Chaos powers in that Archie fight, I don’t even think it would’ve made a difference if he didn’t. He’s just too fast. He wasn’t even teleporting when he grabbed her hammer.

Amy’s way more of a threat these days, but she’s leveled up in power, not speed. She still needs help to get anywhere in a hurry:

IDW Sonic issue 2, page 15 [source]

So unless we’re assuming all of Shadow’s speed comes from Chaos energy, which is a stretch, she couldn’t land a hit on him. And while we’re at it, summoning a giant hammer out of thin air is probably Chaos energy, too, and she’s not getting anywhere without the hammer.

Oddly enough, I actually think she’d have a better chance if they were allowed to use Chaos powers. This post is evidence enough. In short: she counters his Chaos Spears with Storming Heart, she can stop time longer than he can, AND she needs only half the rings he does to pull it off. Rose Typhoon matches Chaos Blast, too.

Most importantly, though, she can turn invisible to render Chaos Control useless. Shadow relies heavily on teleportation to control the battlefield and take enemies off guard, as shown above, but you can’t sneak up on something you can’t find, no matter how fast you are. Anyone who’s played Sonic Heroes knows that when you turn invisible as Espio, your teammates will awkwardly freeze in place until you’re visible again because they don’t know where you are. If you try it in a team battle, your opponent will just start running around in circles, as if they’re a frightened rabbit stuck on a loop of “WHAT DO I DO, WHAT DO I DO, WHAT DO I DO--” And guess what? Shadow is no exception! Proof:

It’s literally just this:

Gaze upon your precious Ultimate Lifeform now. Useless! For shame! Are you not entertained?! And it’s not just bad AI from an old game that proves this. Shadow relies heavily on being able to see his foes. He consistently struggles against trickery. That’s how Infinite got the jump on him.

Amy can’t stay invisible as long as Espio can, but she wouldn’t have to. She’d have plenty of time to take Shadow by surprise. With modern!Amy’s obscenely high damage output, she’d demolish him before he could even think of striking back.

Amy in 2009:

Archie Sonic Universe issue 22, page 9 [source]

Amy now:

IDW issue 2, page 7 [source]

Sonic Frontiers Prologue: Convergence, page 4 [source]

IDW Sonic issue 58, pages 19-20 [source]

He’d probably think it was beautiful...if he lived.

So there you have it. Sonic and Shadow ultimately just stalemate each other, but if Amy were given access to all her OP abilities--ALL of them--and a little luck, I think she could potentially take Shadow out. It also helps that she never really uses her more broken skills. He’s never seen her invisibility, for example. If he takes the same approach he took in Archie, he wouldn’t start out fighting at full strength like he does against someone like Sonic. Say what you like about the Archie fight, but he was fairly merciful--for him, at least--toward Amy. If he tried that now, it would be over before he even knew what he was up against.

Will it ever happen in canon? Nah, but that’s what this blog is for!

#ask #Anonymous #not a headcanon #the Ultimate Wife Form

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sissybabycucksophia · 1 year

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The Adult Baby Adoption Part 1

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story. Also non of the images belong to me)

Having been single pretty much my entire adult life I’d never really had the chance to feel love or to be intimate with anyone and well with all my submissive kinks it was hard to get to know women well enough to date them. So after years of trying and the use of countless non kink sites to meet someone I stumbled apon a site which would change my life.

Miss Harrington’s Adult Baby and Little Space Adoption Agency! I couldn’t believe what i’d found, reading through the main information page 📄 it said: “Welcome one and all to Miss Harrington’s Adult Baby and Little Space Adoption Agency! Here at the agency we like to do thinks proper! In our mission we look to match Adult baby’s with Parents who suit their needs and desires! How do we do this? Glad you asked! Here at the agency we check both Parent and child candidates thoroughly to ensure the best possible match ups. Parents are subjected to several important tests to ensure the safety of adult babies at all costs, firstly their Police and criminal record checked to ensure they present no mortal threat to baby, then they are screened for any illegal drugs to ensure they do not break the law in secret and they are also credit and financially checked to ensure they can support your adoption! Once a Parent has passed these tests your safety is so guaranteed that you will sign a contract agreeing to behave and follow their instructions as their child! However before your matched both sides will answer a kink survey who’s results are then used too match you perfectly too the right parent or baby! Miss Harrington’s has been over 95% successful and for the low fee of only £200 pounds today! You could be a happy baby for the rest of your life!”

The excitement rushed through me as in an almost trance like state I scrambled to pay for and take the kink survey. Answering each question I began building a picture of the type of little sissy baby i was, eventually after excitedly blasting through the questions I arrived at the contract. “I ________ Do agree too give complete control of myself and my choices too the party in this contract known as Parent. I consent too Parent deciding all of my decisions for me and here In promise too stay with and obey Parent”. With shaking hands I signed the contract and felt a rush of excitement knowing that I’d just agreed to do whatever mommy said!

However weeks would pass having heard nothing and i began to believe even in the kink world i wasn’t wanted, until one faithful Sunday morning when i received an email 📧. “Dear Baby, CONGRATULATIONS!!! You’ve been adopted!! Below you’ll find an address, tomorrow morning head to that address to begin your new life as the baby you truly are! Do not worry about your Job, we have already contacted them under the guise of being your Doctor and gotten you 9 months Paid Stress leave so go now and settle in to your new home and get to know the parent who’s been chosen for you! Congratulations again baby and remember…. Follow your contract is all you’ve got to do!”. I couldn’t believe it! Shock and excitement rushed through me like a torrent to such a point i grabbed my Stuffed Stitch teddy and began crying in pure ecstasy into it.

The next morning I awoke and packed a backpack, stuffing it with food, a sleepingbag, comic books and Stitch i would put on my most little space clothing and set off. To my surprise the address was in the heart of London (quite the journey from my west coast of Scotland home), so off i went for the train. Getting sat on the train i knew there was a 4 and a half hour journey ahead of me so pulling out my sleeping bag i got myself all cosy inside and watched longingly out the window thinking about my new mommy! Was she pretty? Would she want a sexual relationship with me? What did she do as a job? Was she rich? Was i the only baby she’d adopted? So many questions rushed through my head as i watched the world go by. Truth be told as a bit of a of a childish move I deliberately decided to drink as much as possible on the train and held it so that the first diaper mommy put me in would be soaked.

Finally after 4 hours and 38 minutes the train pulled into London station, getting out of my sleeping bag i would pack up and get off the train. Then following google maps i would proceed too walk with my fit to burst bladder sloshing as i went, walking for a solid 20 minutes I finally arrived at a huge High end apartment building, stepping inside a security guard took one look at me and said “you must be ‘Baby’, take the lift to the top floor and knock the door… penthouse is expecting you” to which I stuttered and stammered as i replied “oh… uhm… ehm…. Yes… uhm… thanks you sir” and at that i headed across the lobby too the lift. Entering i road the lift to the top floor, when the doors opened i was met by a short hallway with one large and imposing door about 8 feet in front of me. Taking Stitch out of my bag i cuddled him in front of my chest, walking up to the door i stood before it looking the image of a pathetic little boy, cuddling my stuffy while wearing my dungaree’s, a long sleeve tshirt covered in little dinosaurs, a blue shin length puffer jacket, a blue woolly head, blue wooly gloves and a pair of blue earmuffs. Reaching up i knocked the door and the excitement of being this close to meeting mommy was making it really hard not to pee myself.

Then suddenly the door opened, there stood a man easily about 6 and a half feet tall, Muscular, arms covered in tattoos, grey hair suggesting he was older but perfectly cut and styled and him dressed very businessman like. In utter fear and shock my body gave up and seeing this man answer the door I instantly let go, pissing myself on the spot. “AWWWWWW~ hello there baby! Im so glad you finally made it!! Come give Daddy a hug” the man said as he pulled my head into his chest and began hugging me. All i could feel was the now warm and growing patch of piss on the crotch of my dungarees. Letting go the man looked at me and as he saw the piss stain chuckled as he said “ahhh now i see why baby wanted to be adopted, cause your still to little to use the bathroom! Well come in baby and we’ll get you changed out of that wet stuff. Taking me by the wrist the man lead me inside where before i knew what was happening he’d stripped me naked and sat me on a little pink plastic chair across from his sofa.

“Uhm…. I’m… uhm really sorry sir but I…. Uhm…. I think theres been an uhm… Mixup” i said as i watch the man fling my clothes into a laundry basket and walk back over too me. Sitting on the sofa and looking directly at me he asked “oh? How so baby? Are you James ******?” To which I responded, “well uhm yes but i ehhhmmm ticked saying i didn’t want daddies” i replied nervously using stitch to cover my penis. However at that the man pulled out a bundle of paper which appeared to be my information, turning it around pointed to the question which i was referring too and my eyes widened in shock as i reread the question in shock, “Im sorry baby but that question does in fact say which you’d prefer, and you’ve ticked Daddy!” The man said firmly as i began to flap and panic “no but im sorry but you don’t understand! Im baby boy who wanted a mommy gf i wanted a hetro relationship a dommy mommy! I have to fix this! Im sorry but I’m not into men!”

“So your going to break your contract? Alright, thats fine baby but i’ll be suing you for my £20,000 back after all that is what i paid the experts at the agency to be given an adult baby!” The man said quite firmly as he watched me trembling on the cold pink plastic chair. “But… but… but sir theres been a mix up…. I… No please don’t sue me I just wanted a happy life as an adopted ABDL!” I begged on the verge of tears. “Well, honour your contract baby and i’ll see to it you live a happy life ok?” He replied as he stood up, towering over me, and took stitch from my arms as well as grabbing my bag and walking over to what looked like a floor safe. “Now don’t get me wrong baby, i did in fact ask for a female baby from the agency and as you are with me, I’m slightly disappointed however i see looking at your profile and kink analysis that your a good 95% sissy! So from this point forth you will be my Sissy Daughter Jade not James. Truth be told looking at your skinny and weak little frame there, you’ll fit much more comfortably as a little girl” he explained as he locked anything male related in the floor safe.

Hearing him talk my heart sunk, I’d gone from starting the day as a man who was going to be regressed and adored by a beautiful woman too a sissy who was going to be humiliated and god knows what else by this superior specimen of a man to me. However walking over to me the man crouch down cupping my cheek in his hand he smiled gently and said, “Listen jade, I’m your daddy from now on ok? I know its not what you expected but I promise you will be looked after here. Let me introduce myself properly, I’m the CEO (Chief Executive Officer) of Shein, my name is Ulysses Carmichael and I’m a highly involved member of the Christian church. But you’ll just call me daddy or Father at church, oh that reminds me!” He explained, ‘oh shit he’s deeply religious too?!!! Can this get any worse for me! Im an atheist!!’ I thought as from his pocket he pulled a cross necklace, however clearly it was made for a little girl as at the intersection of the cross was the most juvenile and pathetic looking flower design. “For you Jade!” He said excitedly as he moved round to behind me and fastened it in place around my neck. “Thank you Ulysses but I’m actually deeply atheist and don’t believe in higher powers” i said trying to sound confident about something however i received a very blunt response. “Any daughter of mine, living under my roof and being taken care of by me WILL wear religious iconography, WILL pray morning and night, WILL observe rules and customs of our religion and WILL show me respect by calling me by the titles Father! Or Daddy! Or they can expect punishment of a very serious nature do i make myself clear Jade!” As he took me by the hand stood me up in front of him and waited for my response. What could i really say ? Other than cave in! With watering eyes and both hands covering my penis I whimpered “Yes daddy! Crystal clear daddy”

“Good girl, now Jade. Lets get you more appropriately dressed. I swear, once you accept your a little girl… you’ll love and thank me for doing this to you” Daddy said taking my hand and leading me through the huge and lavish penthouse to what can only be described as an explosion of all things pink, princesses and girly. Standing me next to the pink Disney princess adorned bed the man appeared to stop, looking me up and down as though studying me, “Ok jade, so here’s what you need to understand! I’m going to keep you regressed at an age of between 3 and 6. you will always wear pull ups and use them fully. you will NEVER be dressed sluttily and in fact you’ll always have very little skin on show because your my little girl. You will actively take part in little girl activities like ballet, choir, baking, gymnastics, beauty pageants and princess parties. You will publicly be seen and known as my daughter and as such when asked about our relationship you will be honest and tell said person the whole truth. Also you will go to elocution lessons and since you’ve clearly demonstrated poor and sloppy reading skills, in the mistake that lead you here, you WILL be retaught how to read and write” daddy said sharply. However as the man attacked my reading ability my eyes began to water and lip quiver as I became upset.

“Im sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to screw up… its just so hard and uncomfortable to read because i’m dyslexic” I whimpered trying not to cry. At that the man would wrap his massive arms around me and pull my face into his chest. Wrapping my arms instinctively round him and clinging to him he said “ssssshhhh sssshhh baby its ok, daddy is here not just for himself but for you too! Your going to be changing quite a bit to be the good girl daddy wanted to adopt! So now, daddy is going to make it his personal mission to help his daughter with this unfair disadvantage shes been put at ok ? Every night we’ll read before you go to bed ok? You will not let it hold you back in your new life ok sweet pee?” Daddy said rather comfortingly, as i nodded. “Now there, lets get you dressed Jade Carmichael!” Daddy said excitedly as he let go of me and began moving around the room grabbing bits and pieces. Firstly he would manhandle my small penis into an even smaller and humiliating pink chastity cage before telling me “you will never touch this ugly thing ever again! You will pee into your pull ups, you will never ask about it and it will be referred to as your princess parts!” He said as i turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment and quietly nodded. Next Daddy would grab a pink pair of pull ups with Cinderellas face on the crotch, holding them out daddy had me step one leg at a time into them before pulling them up too totally entrap my crotch in a fluffy, padded prison of regression.

At that Daddy smiled and kissed my forehead saying, “see! Much better, now we can’t see that vulgar thing at your princess parts… your beginning to look like a little girl!” He cooed as he then approached the huge wardrobe which apon opening it revealed hundreds of pretty, prissy, humiliation dresses. Picking one out daddy then approached me holding the pastel pink dress adorned with 3 large white bows down the torso, 4 large bows around the skirt and loads of frilly white detailing, sitting it down on the bed daddy then grabbed a pair of white Satin Glossy Opaque leggings which he then guided me into. Feeling the fabric glide up my legs then compressing around my diaper was such an unusual and arousing experience as all i could feel was the cage smothering my tiny erect penis. Then to further ruin my image if masculinity, Daddy would begin securing a pastel pink mid chest length wig with a fringe, making sure it sat perfectly daddy smiled as he finished positioning it and a slight tear came to his eye which he quickly wiped away as he instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed.

Once sat down daddy began to plaster my face with makeup, conturing and highlighting, rosey cheeks and nose, matte pink lipstick, pink sparkly eyeshadow and eyebrow shaping. By the time he was done my face felt so strange, heavier almost however i was yet to see what he’d done to me as he then began work on securing fake nails to every fingernail, all were matte pastel pink except for one nail on each hand which was matte grey with a matte pastel pink bow drawn on it (the knot of the bow being accented by little gems). “Right my little princess! Upsi daisy! Lets get you into your dress!” Daddy said excitedly as he picked up the dress and unzipped the back of it. Opening it up he held my pink pastel bow cover prison suspended in front of me too step into. Not really knowing what to say i nodded and daintily stepped into the dress, guiding my newly nailed hands down into the sleeves daddy slid the dress up into place. Then turning me round, he pulled the dress right into place and then i heard the zip traveling upward as the dress began to cinch from my waste up encasing me tightly in this beautiful prison of humiliation and helplessness, once fully zipped up all i heard was a loud CLICK as daddy locked the zip in place with a padlock. Coming back round in front of me daddy raised the dress skirt and began stuffing and securing 2 poofy white tulle petticoats, i was at a loss as to what to do or say now? After all what could i do? If i ran or tried to escape i was breaking a legal document but to stay meant never having a male orgasm again?! And dressing like this for the rest of my pathetic little existence!

Grabbing a pair of sparkly pink mid shin height Ugg boots, daddy pushed me onto a sitting position on the bed causing my poofy skirt to shoot up, patting it down so i could see i watched daddy slid the extremely fluffy inside boots onto my feet. Unlike other Uggs however daddy had modified these to have a sparkly pink belt around the neck of the boot which he tightened to stop me from removing them without him. Finally he pulled me to my feet, taking my hand tightly in his he used his other hand to dig out the girly little flower Cross chain and display it outside my dress. Walking me over to the full length mirror, daddy stood next to me holding my hand and watched as i caught a glimpse of myself for the first time… shock washed over me quickly followed by squirting sissy cummies into my pull up through my cage. Looking at daddy I quickly began to protest, “what have you done to me!! Im a man!! Please!! Let me live as a little boy!! This is fucking humiliating, i can’t live like this!!” I moaned yanking my hand free of daddy’s. Suddenly a very angry look washed over daddy’s face.

What happened next flash past me as though happening in fast forward ⏩. Daddy grabbed my throat, bent me over the bed, flipped up the skirt of my dress and smashed his hand against my pullup enclosed ass 10 times while lecturing and admonishing me for my disrespect, foul language, ungratefulness, being blatantly wrong and for being a bad Christian! With each hit daddy had to lecture louder to be heard over my screams and crying in pain as with each impact i began sounding less and less masculine and began to scream and cry more like a girl. Once he was done daddy forced me into a upright kneeling position with my elbows on the bed and hands clasped where he insisted I ask god’s forgiveness for such disrespect, ungratefulness and foul language towards my daddy. It was so demoralising and humiliating being forced to pray to a deity i have no belief in through tears of pain all while feeling like my ass was on fire, it was so humiliating more sissy cummies leaked into my pullups.

After about 15 minutes standing over me and making me pray allowed and begging forgiveness, daddy finally stood me up, wiped the tears from my face and said “Jade! Do you have anything you want to say to daddy?” To which I simply sniffled as I whimpered “im…. Im… sowwy daddy…. Pwease Pwease don’t spank me again… i sowwy” like some weak little baby. At that the man once again wrapped his muscly arms around me and hugged me as he said “good girl! I accept your apology but if you repeat those offences it will be 20 spankings! But enough of the disciplinary process. I wanted to celebrate the arrival of my baby girl today!! So dry your eyes princess!” Finally daddy would retrieve from the wardrobe a pink puffer jacket which was just longer than my bow covered dress prison, has pink frills arounds the pockets and bottom and a white fluffy hood. Getting me into it daddy would zip it right up too under my chin where he would padlock the zip in place with a heart shaped padlock “daddy… uhm…. Why do you uhm…. Keep padlocking these clothes on me?” I asked nervously as he walked over to what looked like a toy box. “Dont you worry about that little princess! Thats just an extra measure for now to make sure you realise that I DECIDE when you are allowed to or will be removing layers… not you.” He replied as he opened the toy box and began ruffling around. Hearing that my heart fluttered with embarrassment and regression as i stood examining myself in all my pathetic layers. Finally daddy returned to me, holding and Angel stuffy(stitch’s pink girlfriend), “I really shouldn’t give you this after having to discipline you but, in your adoption profile it said your favourite Disney character was stitch but since he’s blue and blue is a boys colour i figured i’d buy my little girl a pink stitch!” Daddy explained handing Angel too me.

Taking Angel in my arms i felt so touched that he’d read my profile and actually tried to prepare for my arrival. Cuddling Angel I felt the softness of her fur on my makeup coated face and smiled softly as I murmured softly “thanks you daddy~”. At that daddy would take my hand again and would lead me back to the living room, there he grabbed a jacket for himself, a backpack full of duplicates and opened the front door, clenching Angel tightly i panicked shaking my head as i said “no daddy please I can’t go outside dressed like this!” To which daddy took my hand and dragged me out the door and into the lift.

“Nonsense silly! Your a little girl and you look adorable! We’re going to an adoption day celebration at my church! The church flock is made up entirely of CEOs and billionaires who have done exactly what i did. So we’re all bringing our new babies too church today to celebrate what god has gifted us with!” Daddy replied keeping a tight grip of my hand. Looking at us in the lift mirror humiliation washed over me as here i stood only a foot shorter than this immaculately dressed muscular businessman covered in tattoos, while i stood wearing pink head too toe, holding a pink stuffy and with a face caked with feminising makeup and yet still quite obviously male by my totally unobstructed adams apple. I could only stand there holding daddy’s hand imagining what strangers looking at us would be thinking about me….. it was in that moment of thought i squirted cummies for the 3rd time into my Cinderella princess pullups.

(To be continued)

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Propaganda for the Batfamily

"Constantly fighting, and trying to kill each other. Also are fighting the mentally I’ll at 2 in the morning while wearing glorified tights and bat ears"

"*gestures vaguely at every batfam story ever* No but like they’ve got so many issues idk where to start. Jason’s death and all the shit he started post resurrection? Damian straight up trying to kill Tim for while back in the day? Bruce’s questionable and inconsistently written parenting skills? Also they’re all vigilantes which in Gotham means they definitely have issues"

"Thomas and Martha Wayne got murdered and it's all been downhill from there"

"Bruce dresses up as a bat to fight crime and Alfred, failing to stop him, adopts a "well if you're going to do it then at least do it where I can see that you'll be safe" attitude and helps from behind the scenes. Bruce in turn adopts a child called Dick. And then a child called Jason. And then a Cass and a Tim and a Duke. It doesn't really work out with a Steph but she's family anyway. Damian doesn't need adopting because he's Bruce's bio kid that he didn't know existed for ten years. And all of the children are SO determined to fight crime that the combined forces of Bruce and Alfred aren't enough to stop them, and one by one they all become vigilantes (Bruce also adopting Alfred's attitude from before). Most of them die at least once. None of them are good at coping OR communicating OR feelings OR being a member of a functioning family but by god if they aren't trying to help. Sometimes the world, sometimes each other. They usually fare better with the former. Bruce and Dick yell at each other about everything under the sun that parents and eldest children yell at each other about. Jason is angry at Bruce because the Joker is still alive after he killed Jason. Bruce is angry at Jason for killing people. Cass is away from home a lot. Tim takes even worse care of himself than the others (on page). Duke is... actually doing pretty okay if not counting the fact that his parents got jokerised and his new family is This. Damian struggles with not killing people and a rampant animal adoption addiction. They all struggle with abandonment issues. The rest of them struggle for screentime. It's like that one vine with the girl who goes "please god, let me have just one good day" and god answers "oh my god you again? give it a rest buddy" where the family (both as a collective and as individuals) is the girl and DC Comics is god."

1 all of them have tried to kill each other at least once

2 bruce wayne is a kind of shitty dad

3 everyone but bruce and alfred were child soldiers (ish)

4 dick grayson has beefed with multiple 12 year olds after he had already grown up and moved out

5 cannot overemphasize the murders and bodily harm

6 one time bruce got lost in the timestream (comics) and everyone but tim thought he was dead and tim was like “hes alive” and everyone kinda bullied the shit out of him for it

7 one time jason got murdered by a guy and then several years later dick put him in prison down the hall from the guy

8 one time bruce beat the everloving shit out of jason for shooting a guy with a blank

9 another time bruce refused to tell jason about who killed his dad despite knowing full well

10 bruce is the main reason jason died at age 15 in the first place

11 the amount of beatings dick grayson took throughout the 50s and 60s is frankly absurd

12 in the injustice universe damian got dick killed and then bruce screamed at damian for “killing his son” despite damian also being his son. then damian joined the league of super fascists against his dad (who beat him up a lot) and then his dad put him in prison

13 bruces uncle isnt in the batfamily but after bruces traumatic orphaning his uncle did more traumatic stuff to him

"Several attempted murders, several arrests of each other, general disdain and massive fights, love that is destructive to all parties, and an inability to communicate"

"they're a family full of extremely traumatized child soldiers whose primary coping mechanism is vigilante justice. many of them have tried to kill each other multiple times. some of them have died & come back wrong. they try their best and they do care about each other but they also get into big blowout fights a lot. they all came from some form of traumatized background before being taken in. the oldest sibling (Dick) had to be a father to the youngest sibling (Damian) for a not insignificant period of time when the dad (Bruce) disappeared; this was immediately after Damian (Bruce's only biological child) had started living with them after being raised in an assassin cult by his mother for the first like decade of his life. Jason died, came back wrong, was groomed by assassins, became a drug lord, & tried to kill multiple members of his family."

"i don't think i can summarise the 80 years of familial dysfunction. my best is just. Batman is the best parental figure some of these kids have ever had. Batman."

"Take your pick of issues. Dead parents, absent parents, abusive parents, addict parents, distant parents, assassin parents. How many people are in the family? Who knows? Everyone deals with personal issues by dressing up and fighting crime in the most depressing city possible. Bruce may or may not have adopted all the kids/plays favorites."

"Bruce is addicted to adopting kids. Bruce. quit putting children into crime fighting. One of them died like how did you not learn. Dick (the first robin) is a huge ass to the next one that comes along (this is the one that died like. Super graphically and horrifically) because Bruce basically fires him as his son and Dick leaves. The one that died rose from the grave, was kidnapped/manipulated for years and has supernatural anger issues (but rightfully should be angry) tries to kill brother Tim who became robin after him for replacing him. He becomes a drug lord and starts cutting off heads. Uses guns for the bit specifically (really funny) (bruce has trauma with guns from dead parents). Bruce mean to Tim when he first comes, then finds out oh shit I have a bio kid raised by assassins that really thinks he’s epic and tries to kill Tim a bunch. It’s practically tradition for his brothers to try and kill him. I love Damian but damn babe. That’s a lot king. He also genetically got the addiction to adopting but for pets. He’s pulling up with cows and shit and keeping them. Cass is perfect and we love her. Duke has a really funny relationship with Jason, and also does some out of pocket shit in the comics (by that i mean like. Dangerous/crazy stuff but in a good way) Alfred is perpetually exhausted with them, mostly bruce. Bruce is emotionally constipated so bad, like crazy bad. This man cannot communicate and is a bad dad a lot bc of it. But he’s really trying and loves them."

#propaganda #batfamily #batman

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Donald Duck - 10...9...8...7...

Story code: D 2022-041

Origin: Denmark

Title: 10 ... 9 ... 8 ...

Pages: 12

Layout: 4 rows per page

Writing: Aleksander Kirkwood Brown

Art: Massimo Fecchi

Year of publication: 2022

Like last year (that is, the year before last), I again decided to translate comics into English. Although my scanlation didn't work out very well, I made sure to take a photo of this comic so you can see what it's about as I translate the dialogues. This comic is only published in Denmark, Finland, Sweden and Serbia and I will translate this comic from Serbian to English. If there are any doubts, feel free to ask me. It is certainly about the New Year's celebration in Duckburg. And if someone has to correct me about the English language, feel free to correct me.

Now let’s get started.

Residents of Duckburg welcome the New Year.

Daisy Duck: "It's so generous of you to invite us to a New Year's party at this fancy hotel, Uncle Scrooge!"

Scrooge McDuck: "I must admit that it is much more than generosity! I am buying this hotel, and the owner first wanted to have dinner with me and my family."

Scrooge to Donald: "So watch your behavior, Donald! Everything has to be in perfect order!"

Donald Duck: "I'm always up to the task, Uncle Scrooge!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Welcome, Scrooge! I hope that at the end of the dinner, we will conclude our contract!" Scrooge: "Me too!"

Daisy to Donald: "Where are the boys? And why did you bring your math workbook to the party?"

Donald: "Long story! I'm afraid the boys won't be joining us tonight!"

Daisy: "Get ready for the countdown!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Let's sign the contract when the clock strikes midnight!"

Scrooge: "Great idea!"

Gladstone Gander: "Why are you smiling like that, Donald?"

Donald: "I'll tell you in ten seconds!"

But a lot can happen in ten seconds…

Let's first go back to the beginning of that same day.

Donald: "Zeev! Last day of the year! 364 days of defeat and misfortune! But who knows, maybe I'll get lucky today!"

Donald slipped on the skateboard. "Oops!"

Donald: "And maybe not! Again the same song as the whole year!"

Donald collapsed in the mess.

Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck: "What happens? Isn't it an earthquake?"

Huey Duck: "No, but something tells me that in a second there will be a real volcanic eruption!"

Donald to HDL: "I've had enough of your trash!"

Huey: "Sorry, Unca Donald! With a lot of homework, we don't have time to clean the house!"

Donald: "Ah, phooey! It's easy for you! You wouldn't even last a day working as a traveling salesman like me!"

Huey: "I bet by the end of the day, we'd sell out of everything you sell, whatever it is!"

Donald: "Prove it! Sell my goods before midnight or you will be cleaning the house every day!"

Louie Duck: "And you have to do all the homework in our math workbook or you will be doing our homework for the next month."

Donald: "Agreed!"

And so!

Huey: "I can't believe Unca Donald works as a traveling salesman!"

Dewey: "Of all the meaningless jobs he's done, this one is the worst!"

Louie: "But a bet is a bet!"

Huey to the customer: "Good day! Do you want to buy doors?"

Customer: "What?! Can't you see I already have them!"

Grandma (old woman): "Can I see how they work?"

Huey: "Oh… of course!"

"As you can see, the door opens easily and does not creak!"

Grandma (old woman): "Nicely! Do you want to go through them?"

Huey: "Here is! What do you think?"

Grandma (old woman): "I'm not interested!"

Louie: "Don't lose hope! Sooner or later, we're going to run into someone who needs a door!"

At the same time…

Donald: "Um…Pythagoras? Was that the elf from The Lord of the Rings? Ugh, I can't remember anything!"

"It might be cheating if I ask Gyro for help, but the most important thing is to teach the boys some smarts!"

Donald when he sees that Gyro is not there: "No luck again! I'll look around the garden! Maybe I'll find something useful there!"

"He's even messier than my nephews! I can't find anything without his help!"

Oh no!

"Is that someone asking for help? Radisha, the robo-assistant at your service!"

Donald to robot: "Do you know math? What is 912 times 72?"

Robot to Donald: "Bzzzztt! 87341!"

Donald: "Great! I'm sure Gyro won't mind me borrowing you for a few hours!"

Robot: "Radisha, the robo-assistant, at your service!"

Donald has no idea what kind of mechanism he has set in motion…

Soon after…

Robot Radisha: "Eeeh!"

Donald to robot: "What is it? Don't tell me these tasks are too hard for you?"

Robot Radisha: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to visit an amusement park!"

Donald: "Then we'll go to the amusement park, and then we'll do math!"

Robot Radisha: "Radisha is happy! Fun, fun!" "Fun, fun!"

Angry woman to Donald and the robot: "Take whatever reward you want, just promise not to come back here!"

Robot: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

Donald to robot: "I hope you've had enough! Can we get to the tasks?"

Robot Radisha to Donald: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to visit the zoo!"

Donald to robot: "Okay! Let's go to the zoo for a bit, and then get a book in hand!"

At the same time…

Huey: "What is going on?!"

Policeman: "Open it! It's the police! We know you're there, thief!"

Huey: "They're chasing some fugitive thief!"

Policeman: "We have a police warrant!"

Right after…

Policeman: "So you're not a robber? And this isn't 47 Dark Street?"

Tenant of the house: "No, I'm not Robber, and this is not that address! I was taking a shower and I didn't hear you knocking!"

Policeman: "Sorry about the door!"

Tenant of the house: "What to do? It happens!"

Dewey: "Here's our chance, brothers!"

Huey: "Sorry, we saw what just happened to your door…"

Louie: "...and we sell doors!"

Tenant of the house: "There is no point in putting new ones! Whenever the Thief escapes from prison, the same thing happens! Only if you sell sliding doors?"

Dewey: "Uh, unfortunately, no!"

Huey: "If we can't sell doors to someone who just ran out of them, we better not even try!"

Later…

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!" Donald to himself: "A robo-assistant could use some help!"

Soon after…

Robot Radisha: "The robo-assistant just works! But Radisha has a dream to…"

Donald: "Enough with dreams! We've been to an amusement park, a zoo, a circus, a game, bowling, and flamenco classes! It's time for you to help me with the tasks!"

Robot Radisha: "Bzzzt! Calculation done!"

Donald: "Ouch! You finished the entire workbook in half a minute!"

"Shall I drop you off at Gyro now?"

Robot Radisha: "By no means! You showed Radisha how to have fun! From now on I will no longer be a robo-assistant, but a robo-entertainer!"

Donald: "What a day! Now I can go to Uncle Scrooge's New Year's party as the winner!"

And while Donald and the gang are having fun, Huey, Dewey and Louie are still suffering the same pains…

Rude customer: "NO!"

Louie: "It's ten to midnight and we still haven't sold a single door!"

Huey: "We can only hope for a miracle!"

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

At the same time…

Gyro Gearloose: "Ouch! I'm late to Scrooge's New Year's party!"

"Maybe I could…huh?"

"Oh no! It looks just like my confetti balloon inflator!"

"Looks like someone turned it on! If no one turns it off, my superelastic balloon will continue to grow and grow, until..."

"Poor me! If it bursts, the whole square will be covered in confetti!"

"According to my calculations, the balloon will burst in exactly ten seconds! The balloon has already inflated to the maximum!"

Gyro: "Huh! In the last hour!"

Gyro to bird: "GO! Get out of there! Don't you dare!"

The bird punctures the balloon and boom!

Dewey: "What's up?"

Huey: "There must have been an explosion in the confetti factory!"

Louie: "Mnnng! We just missed that!"

Dewey: "Watch out! One door is sliding!"

Robot Radisha happens to be at the door and is having fun.

Little girl: "That looks fun!"

Robot Radisha: "Fun, fun! Party, party!"

One customer: "I want to buy a door!" Second customer: "Give me two!"

Huey to his brothers: "We sold all the doors!"

Dewey: "But there's no way we'll get to the party before midnight!"

Louie: "Are you sure? Look!"

Louie to Gyro: "Gyro! What luck! Can we go to the party with you?"

Gyro: "Sure, guys! I'm just…this one…passing by! I have no idea where all this confetti came from?"

It's time for the big countdown…

Daisy Duck, Grandma Duck, Gus Goose, Donald Duck, Gladstone Gander, Scrooge McDuck: "10!"

Scrooge thought to himself, "Whoah! In just a few seconds the hotel will be mine!"

Donald thought to himself, "The boys don't stand a chance anymore! I've won!"

Everyone: "9!"

Then Gyro and Donald's nephews enter.

Huey to Donald: "We sold all the doors!"

Donald: "Quack!"

Everyone: "8!...7!...6!..."

Donald to Gyro: "And I did all the tasks! So it's a draw!"

Everyone: "5!...4!..."

Gyro to Donald: "But neither solution is correct! As if my incompetent robo-assistant Radisha made them!"

HDL: "Victory is ours!"

Donald: "Stop! There's not enough money here!"

Dewey: "Oh no! We forgot about the sliding door!"

Everyone: "3!...2!...1!..."

Everyone: "Happy New Year!"

Grand Hotel Owner: "Let's sign!"

Scrooge: "Gladly!"

Daisy to Scrooge: "Uncle Scrooge, stop! The wall crumbled like a New Year's cake!"

Scrooge when he sees ants in the wall: "A colony of starving ants is eating the hotel from the inside!"

Scrooge breaks the contract and says to Daisy, "Thank you, Daisy! You stopped me from making a terrible mistake!"

Donald to his nephews: "I promise to be more understanding for you! Your homework is not easy at all!"

Huey, Dewey and Louie to his uncle: "And the job of a traveling salesman isn't exactly cat's cough either!"

Everyone: "Happy New Year!"

Grandma Duck (Elvira Coot) to Gyro: "You never stand still, Gyro! What are you up to now?"

Gyro: "A vacuum cleaner that can vacuum up a huge amount of confetti! The matter is quite urgent!"

The end.

I wish everyone a happy New Year and happy holidays!

I hope you enjoyed this comic.

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Reacting to Contemporary Comics (Without Context) 9/?

I think this ends roughly where AoA ends, but the publication years don't match up so I could be wrong

Spoilers for Asgardians 4-10 and possibly any comics I tend to reference

"What becomes of a soul?" What does that mean, Loki?

I thought y'all were exes?!

I think Planet Terry and Thunderstrike should make-out sloppy style

I want an entire duo arc of Throg and Yondu

It's Him. The Little Lion Man.

WHY IS IT ALWAYS FUCKING EGO??!!

well easy come, easy go with the gays. Not every comic can be written by Ewing, I guess.

He's in a TREE. AGAIN!

I am literally fucking sobbing. What the hell. The last thing he wanted to hear in "life" was his sister calling him Brother? Fuck me up

He's not even the real Loki! And I'm still gonna need approximately 5-7 business days to recover from this page

Well they're going to earth (I think), so maybe they'll run into the real Loki, but I think our boi might be undergoing Confession in the Void right now.

I'm like 90% sure this takes place concurrently with AoA, even though the copyright is a lot later

Heimdall continues to be a force unto himself I see

There's a GOTH BIFROST?! Dude!

The two genders: gay bifrost and goth bifrost

WHY DOES THE BRIDGE KEEP BREAKING?!

Heimdall's putting the fucking bifrost back together like it's a 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle. Hey, Heimdall, doing the edges first doesn't help with shit. Just put it together however you can.

Dude Annabelle telling Heimdall to shut up is amazing

hell yeah everybody's gay in this comic too! Who wrote this, Ewing?

THORI, GOOD-- wait, no, don't eat Throg, BAD DOG

Is...is it because the boi is ego dead?

Okay I just checked my comic inventory and uhh... War of the Realms Omega is in The God Who Fell to Earth, not AoA. Which makes more sense chronologically, but now I'm confused

SKURGE HAS A GUN. THE PUNISHER HAS COMIC-CANONICALLY INTRODUCED SKURGE TO AN AUTOMATIC WEAPON! I AM LIVING I AM THRIVING

The panel of all the dead frogs when Throg lands in Central Park is devastating. I might cry again.

This comic did not need to go so hard on the mental anguish of a frog spoof of a superhero created as a joke but oh my god I guess I'm crying about the charred remains of dead fictional amphibians today

VALKYRIE'S DEAD???

Valhalla seems kinda empty. I know Naglfar and everything, but there's like nobody here

So I think that's the end of the Asgardians of the Galaxy run. I'll have to check. I mean, they abandoned Throg (essentially), Angela's in a different realm entirely, two are dead, Kid Loki no longer exists. This sure as hell feels like an ending to me.

#loki #loki comics #marvel comics #asgardians of the galaxy spoilers #asgardians of the galaxy #asgardians of the galaxy 6-10 #marvel comics spoilers

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desperatecheesecubes · 26 days

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March Wrap Up Part 3! If you saw this earlier, no you didn’t.

Magilumiere Magical Girls Inc

Dates Read: 20 March

Review: 4 Stars

Thoughts: If you’ve followed me for a minute you’ll know I LOVE magical girls. I’m so excited to see such an original take get an English license. This opening volume was so fun to read. I absolutely can’t wait for the rest of this journey.

Basil and Oregano by Melissa Capriglione

Dates Read: 20 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: another cute and fun sapphic graphic novel (i read so many sapphic stories this month lmfao) I’d say this was on the lower end of YA and it’s fun for the whole family.

Justice League of America (1960) 4

Dates Read: 20 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Reading older comics is always a trip because the medium itself has changed so much over the decades. Anyway this was a fun issue. I need to read more class GA stories.

The Tea Girl of Hummingbird Lane by Lisa See

Dates Read: 9 March- 21 March

Review: 4 stars

Thoughts: This was the happiest and most optimistic Lisa See novel I’ve read so far and also probably my least favorite (lmao) the opening chapters were DEVESTATING but it quickly moved on and away from that. Still great just…. Not what I was hoping for I guess haha.

Keeper of Enchanted Rooms by Charlie N Holmerberg

Dates Read: 8 March-23 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Started reading this for the narrator (who also did Mysterious Letter) only to find out he was 1 of 3 and easily the narrator with the least chapters. Tragic. This is the first of a trilogy but I feel no need to continue on. It was a fun little fantasy.

Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Zhao

Dates Read: 21 March-23 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Middle Grade tends not to be my genre-I very rarely read it so take this rating with that in mind. That’s said I thought it was really fun! Learning about Chinese history, culture and mythology was a great deal of fun. I can’t wait for whatever Xiran Jay Zhao puts out next. (I mean I know Heavnly Tyrant is next but like I’m general)

Clap When you Land by Elizabeth Acevedo

Dates Read: 23 March-24 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: I liked this more than The Poet X but lyrical novels just tend not to do it for me. That’s said I understand why this is considered a modern classic. It didn’t go the way I expected it to based on the premise I had been given but that wasn’t necessarily a detriment to it.

Superman Last Son of Krypton (action comics 844-846, 851, 866-870, Annual 11)

Dates Read: 24 March

Review: 4 stars

Thoughts: This contained two arcs- Last Son of Kyrpton and a…. A Brainiac arc I don’t remember the name of. It’s definitely the set up for New Krytpon. They get Kandor back from Brainiac. I loved reading Chris’s introduction. It’s very interesting how quick this storyline is-the author couldn’t write it all in one go so he ended up writing a story in Superman as well, but like…. The timeline is a mess because of it lmao.

Helen of Wyndhorn by Tom King and Bliquis Evely

Date Read: 25 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: What an intriguing start! Like many people I jumped onto this because I loved Woman of Tomorrow so much, so I’m more than willing to see this through.

How To Get a Girlfriend When You’re A Terrifying Monster

Dates Read: 23 March-25 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: This book was fun but definitely didn’t feel complete. It’s only 115 pages and definitely just felt like the first portion of a regular sized motel. I mean… nothing gets resolved but new problems are introduced consistently. Not to say I didn’t enjoy it! I did and plan on reading the sequel but it just seems like it should have probably all been lnf regularly sized novel. Anyway I was 100% expecting them to have kinky tentacle sex but they didn’t even kiss by the end. SAD!

#mine #literature #monthly wrap up

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timetravelauthor · 5 months

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A last look at a series

The trilogy is now ten days old. The Duties and Dreams ebook came out November 9, the paperback yesterday. Even the Second Chance boxed set is in circulation. Yet the series, my fifth overall, is still fresh in my mind. It probably will be for weeks to come.

When you write a historical fiction series as detailed and exhaustive as Second Chance, you leave a little bit of yourself behind. I know I did. I am still getting used to a daily schedule that does not involve seven to eight hours of researching, writing, and editing. I plan to enjoy the hiatus between this project and the next. In the meantime, I intend to reflect a bit on my shortest — but arguably most important — series, one that will serve as a template for the next one.

The first thing you need to know about Second Chance is that it is a nod to Baby Boomers, the pampered, free-spirited, often-maligned mob I joined in 1961. If you were born between 1946 and 1964, you will immediately recognize the backgrounds of my protagonists, from their Leave it to Beaver beginnings to their personal and professional struggles in the 1960s, 1970s, and beyond. You will understand why the Carpenters did what they did when they wandered through 1906, 1912, and finally 1918.

I choose to write about old souls because I can relate to them. Like Bill, Paul, and Annie, I could relate to coming of age and growing old(er) in a world that was much different than today's. I could relate to at least some of their experiences, setbacks, and triumphs.

Annie was, by far, my favorite character — for many reasons. She brought energy and passion to the series and probably best personified its growth. She grew in ways her more set-in-their-ways older brothers could not or would not. She represented the best of her family and her generation. She acquitted herself well.

Cassie Lee, Charles Rusk, and Emilie Perot were my favorite secondary characters. All brought something to a trilogy that was as varied as the settings. Each helped the Carpenters grow.

If there was one thing I enjoyed most about producing this series, it was researching the events that shaped it. Though I knew a lot about the Titanic, I knew little about the San Francisco earthquake, the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, the Mexican Revolution, and even World War I. I knew even less about Baja California, Brooklyn, and Alsace, a storied French region I want to visit someday.

I also enjoyed returning to my native Northwest — Portland, Tacoma, and Mount Rainier make appearances in two books — and bringing children back into my work. From the students of Oakland Prep and Gotham Prep to Mabel Moss to Chloe the flower girl to the offspring of Bill and Annie, kids put their stamp on mostly grown-up stories. Bea and Millie Carpenter and Patrick and Henry Lee brought both comic relief and perspective to the Second Chance trilogy.

I put a stamp on the series, as well. As some readers know, I often use meaningful dates, places, and devices in my stories. I have used August 2, my wedding anniversary, more times than I can count. I occasionally use birthdays too — and, in the case of my latest release, I used the birthday. When I had the opportunity to end both Duties and Dreams and the Second Chance series on December 30, 1961, by moving up the last chapter by one day, I took it. When you are a writer of fiction, you can do those things.

I did not intend to tie the book's title to its dedication, but it happened anyway. Shortly after titling Duties and Dreams, I noticed that the book's initials (DAD) lined up nicely with the subject of its dedication page. Even before writing a word, I had decided to dedicate the novel to James Heldt, my father, who is still going at age 92.

As coincidences go, that was hard to beat. It was a fitting touch to a series I will no doubt think about for a long time.

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thequietmanno1 · 1 year

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Thelreads, Vigilantes 79, Replies Part 1

1) “And here we go on another week, and not gonna lie, I was looking forward to today. Man, a vigilantes chapter that has the potential to be something amazing, I haven`t seen one of those in a long time.”-And it wasamazing!...Amazingly disappointing with how it handled Endeavour’s character as a ‘professional’ hero. 2) “Oh ho ho, this is going to be really fun regardless….”- With how Vigilantes’ version of Endeavour seems to be a full-on fire bender, perhaps he’s creating that shadow puppet of Bee pop through precisely manipulating the flames in his hands… 3) “Koichi please why are you jumping around the cars, there`s a whole ass lane right there, if a bike can go through it so can you, don`t do those people dirty by ruining their car.”- Maybe him doing ‘jumps’ is less taxing that when he’s doing a ‘sprint’? I gotta assuming his stamina issues play into this somehow 4) “What is it Puto? You have noticed the flying onomatopoeia flying over your head as well? I wonder what it is about, it wasn`t there when we left the Bastard-cave. “- Manga’s presence continues to haunt this comic like a ghost in the pages… 5) “huh? Are the martians or the reapers invading or something? Or is it some other hero that has a sound based quirk? Good lord, is Present mic warning of his arrival?”- More like Endeavour’s sidekicks ‘clearing the runway’ so to speak, so he’s free to land his maximum firepower 6) “BAKUGIRL IS HERE! But why the fuck is she sounding a siren? Her quirk is fire based, not sound based. And you two, why do you know something we don`t? what the fuck is this siren thing about?”- The setup for the worst possible means of ‘damage control’ you could think of. 7) “Huh, so my magnificent and perfect brain did figure out correctly, that the guy with a compass for a motif and which was named “compass kid” did have a localization-based quirk”- Since it’s pointing him to the location of people or objects he’s unaware of, based on generic searching criteria like ‘those who haven’t evacuated the area’, it’s actually a super-useful Quirk, in the same vein as Ragdoll’s search, if with more wind-up. Being able to find what he’s looking for even if the person doesn’t know he’s looking for them means he’s extremely useful as a tracker, just not a fighter. 8) “…

trying… not to think… about the siren…

it`s not… going well…”- You were probably thinking about it a lot more when you saw what it was for…. 9) “WAIT WHY AREN`T YOU ALREADY THERE BEATING THE SHIT OF HER

ENDEAVOR, WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE”- He’s already in the prefect position to ‘thwart’ the villain attack without needing to get physically close to her. 10) “WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT TO ENDEAVOR

HE`S THE NUMBER TWO HERO AND HAS BEEN FOR QUITE SOMETIME, HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO PHELPS PISS OFF HE SHOULD ALREADY HAVE FINISHED WITH POP BY NOW, ARE WE STALLING SO KOICHI CAN GET HERE OR SOMETHING?”- are we sure Endeavour knows how best to handle this? Are we really sure?

11) “We know Endeavor, and although he is a absurdly shitty bastard as a person, as a Hero he is incredibly efficient. We should be preparing to dispose her ashes by now.”- Her, and the ashes of what used to be main street.

12) “That`s even worse! Even though I complain a lot that there are situations where Heroes should be able to kill villains, like what All Might should`ve done to Seto Kaiba`s dad, Endeavor of all people wouldn`t want this sort of shit on his record! holy fuck, that`s such a missed point from what a well-established character is like- and even worse because we know what he was supposed to be around this time, and its not this”- Furuhashi took Endeavour’s character Pre-kamino ward and used it as the basis for this, wherein all we saw was mostly off-screen, and him being incredibly violent when putting down criminals, missing the point that said criminals were Nomu, and thus required extensive measures to put down. @thelreads

#bnha vigilantes #bnha #thelreads #chapter replies #my hero academia #vigilantes 79

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terrariumfiction · 1 year

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The Tale of the Tattoo'd Pig - catchup

It's been a while since I've last posted because I've been suddenly and unexpectedly busy.

Working the British Art Show 9 as invigilator has seen my confidence grow a lot, and whilst I was attending Hardeep Pandhal's artist talk at KARST, I introduced myself to Tom Milnes, the project manager of AUP's Cornwall Street Project Space. I had seen that, through the Meanwhile Use scheme, AUP had been using this empty shopfront to showcase staff, student and alumni's work. At the last minute, Tom contacted me asking if I'd be up for filling a gap in their schedule. I had no work ready for an exhibition of this kind of scale, but I knew I couldn't say no to the opportunity to have a solo show.

Following the feedback I got at the end of last year (that I needed to more carefully think through my installation plans), I saw this as the perfect opportunity to practice installation and spatial presentation of work. In crits, everyone always encourages me to think big, and consider presenting my work in an immersive environment, which I finally had the opportunity to do.

(the previous exhibition, of work by AUP BA Fine Art students - a challenging gallery space to use well)

The Cornwall Street space is a challenging one in many ways: the room is an empty shopfront, its architecture acts sort of like a funnel and none of the walls are really appropriate for 2D work. The overhead lighting is horrible and blue. The carpet is also horrible and blue. I knew that people would only be able to enter the space on one evening - the opening - and that otherwise the interactions viewers would have with the work would be through the window.

My plan was to make an exhibition that could primarily be seen through the window, but could also act as a kind of set for a performance on the opening night - something that was immersive for viewers who entered the space, but also captivated people who were just glancing at it from outside.

The first thing I did was cover the floor in straw. Straw is very cheap to buy, and very quickly covered up the nasty blue carpet (this was important to me because blue as a colour in the context of faux-medieval storytelling represents wealth and nobility). It's also a sort of shortcut to making a space feel immersive: it brings with it a strong, musty smell; it dampens sound and adds a new sound of its own (rustling under feet); it changes the colour of the floor. I wanted to bring the world of the fiction out into the space - straw being a medieval material, and also a material that sits at the intersection of human and animal relations (bedding for livestock or pets, food, natural yet manmade). The abundant presence of a classically "outdoor" material in an ordinary indoor space created a kind of surreality to the exhibition as well. I knew it would attract the attention of passersby.

I bought a roll of cheap, brown fabric from the scrap store to hang on all the walls. The presence of hanging fabric suggests curtains, making the space feel theatrical, but also on a practical level it covered up the noisy and irregular walls.

Regarding the work I decided to present, I opted to centre the show around the chapter of Dinner Machine: The Tale of the Tattoo'd Pig. This chapter was one I had finished and polished last year, and from which I performed an extract at the final show. This chapter makes the most sense to perform live as it is primarily dialogue. Also, knowing this event would be organised entirely around this one reading, I felt I could perform the whole scene rather than just an extract, which was exciting.

So far this academic year I have been working on drawing comic pages of Chapter 1, which have been taking a long time and are not appropriate to show in this kind of way, so I decided to quickly make new work to show instead. I scanned and enlarged some of the marginalia doodles I had been doing, and scruffily attached them to large pieces of cardboard. I wanted them to appear somewhere between a cardboard standee and a piece of theatre set dressing.

This was pretty much my first time working on such a large scale, and working so quickly, but I don't think they ended up looking rushed in the same way my installation did at the end of last year. I think (hope) they appeared scruffy in an intentional way, but well considered. I hung them from metal hooks with butcher's twine.

Here's a link to a previous blog post about the imagery itself (the butt trumpets): https://terrariumfiction.tumblr.com/post/702731762011455488/butt-trumpets

I thought these would work well because they are so crude and juvenile; they are quite approachable images to a range of audiences, and are maybe an unexpected thing to see when walking through the city centre. I hid the most confrontational one (FUCK THE LORD - TRUMPET TOWARDS A REPUBLIC) at the back, which was pretty much too shaded to see from the street.

As well as these large, mechanically-reproduced drawings, I wanted there to be a smaller-scale piece of work as well, that would warrant closer inspection on the opening night. It was my plan to source some pigskins, tattoo them, and crudely preserve them (with salt and alkaline solution akin to the tanning process). The other materials I had used in the production of the work (paper, board, staples, thread, fabric) were all materials that go into bookbinding, and I thought that presenting a drawing work that was ink on animal skin would more firmly link these bookmaking processes and their visceral histories. I couldn't find any pig skins in the end, so did some drawings with a dip pen on textured paper. I cut and hung these drawings to appear like animal hides do when they're being turned into parchment.

These drawings more closely illustrate the chapter I was to be performing - showing copies of medieval images of slaughter. There's a weird cartoonish glee to the violence in these images, that I supplemented with contemporary cartoon language. I sort of wanted these drawings to appear like "flash sheets" - pages prepared by tattoo artists of smaller tattoos that can be readily purchased.

The text in the scroll on the top right image is from Umberto Eco's essay 'Dreaming of the Middle Ages'; I wanted these works to present (loosely) some of the critical contexts within which this project sits - ideas of neo-medievalism, ecological philosophy, etc. The annotation "BECOMING-WITH SAUSAGE", for example, playfully references Donna Haraway's notion of "becoming-with" discussed in Staying With the Trouble.

To give the work the uncomfortable presence of animal-made-material, I smeared the frame with lard.

Next post will be about the performance itself. Below, please find more pictures of the installation.

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so-many-muses-rp · 2 years

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Tell us your cautionary tale! (the comic is great btw)

So this ask had been sitting in my inbox since August 2022.

Very long rant/vent/story below cut

However, the idea of Jr's introduction comic has been in my mind since June 2021, however, I didn't fully flesh out Jr's model sheet until December 31, 2021...

Around January 2022, is when I started working on the comic. I know this was going to be a big comic, I wanted to do to pace myself. I was only spending a few hours, a few days at a time to give myself breaks in between, saving as I went, super happy with my progress.

Showing my friend's wips of my work asking for tips or how it reads (important), I felt like everything was coming together, and just as I was done planning the last page.

But on May 3rd, 2022. I was in the mood to draw something else... so I opened a new document so I could work on something for fun. Something I didn't need to worry over every little pen stroke but then I felt like if I didn't get any work on the comic, then it'd never get done.

So, of course, I went to press open to open the document for the comic and ended up saving the new blank document I opened a few minutes ago, overwriting 5 months worth of work. 5 months of work. Blip gone.

Now I'm sure, any of you can imagine the pain of having so much work just be lost because you didn't click the right option in the menu. I cursed at myself for being an oblivious moron who couldn't read the options in a menu properly.

I vented to my friends about it. I remembered the comfort, the apologies, the 'if it were me, i'd just quit art all together' and the advice as well. I had this idea in my mind for months... I wasn't about to throw in the metaphorical towel. I looked up recovery methods. (I use FireAlpaca for my art, and their recovery system is a bit hard for me to understand and also completely useless because I SAVED OVER THE FILE I WAS TRYING TO RECOVER)

So I took my wips that I sent to my friends, and put together a new foundation for the comic. I redid 5 months of work and then some, building out more and more until I was satisfied with it... and only this morning at 1-3am did I finish this comic, after doing all the minor tweaks I could to make sure it was completely done.

This comic took 9 months to complete. How fitting is that for a comic about my su/oc fan kid to take 9 months to make before this sucker is visible in color for everyone to see. Here's the link

But yea over all I'd think the takeaways from this would be: - Take your time, take breaks ( rushing yourself is bad for your mental and physical health - Make sure to READ things before you confirm. (I was going off pure muscle memory and didn't read the button that said save instead of open.) - Never give up. (Things might feel like they are crashing all around you, but you got this if you just persevere through the storm of doubt) - Also even if you don't have anyone to send wips, its always good to save copies of your work so if something happens and corrupts your file, its always good to have a little foundation to work off of instead of working from complete scratch.

#some tips and tricks ~ [ answers ]#out of muses ~ [ ooc ]#anonymous #art tips #behind the scenes #story time #art advice

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everafterrebel · 3 years

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Angel's Friends English Comics

Issue 1: The Eternal Day (1) (2) (3)

Issue 2: The Observer (1) (2) (3)

Issue 3: Just Two Steps (1) (2) (3)

Issue 4: A Little Evil (1) (2) (3)

Issue 5: The City of Angels (1) (2) (3)

Issue 6: Sulfus' Shadow (1) (2) (3)

Issue 7: The Neutral (1) (2) (3)

Issue 8: Secret Spreader (1) (2) (3)

Issue 9: "The Janitor" (1) (2) (3)

Issue 10: Never Together (1) (2) (3)

Issue 11: The Other Face of Love (1) (2) (3)

Issue 12: The Sensitive Point (Full Issue)

Issue 13: Between Dreams and Reality (1) (2) (3)

Issue 14: A Spark in the Heart (1) (2) (3)

Issue 17 (...probably. Inks only): (1) (2) (3)

Lone pages from issues that were never released: (1)

Hello and welcome to anyone who's reading this post!

"Angel's Friends" is an Italian comic book series that (as far as I'm aware) was never translated into English... until today!

Now, I don't speak Italian which is a very big, very important declaimer. "I" translated the comics by running the text through Google Translate, however, if you've ever actually used Google to translate something, then you'll know that their translations range from "passable" to "that is in no way a natural English sentence, but I kind of understand what you mean" to "literal word vomit." So most of the text needed extra "modifications" in order to sound like something that someone would actually say.

Due to the manner in which this was translated, some of the text is still kind of ~awkward~ because I was trying to keep it closer to the original Italian (or at least, what Google said was the original Italian) and some of the text isn't exactly a 1 to 1 translation because Google DID NOT give me an actual English sentence to work with so I just had to guess. However, the comics are still very much readable! I may not be confident in the wording of some of the speech bubbles BUT the overall story is still there.

There are a few things though that I thought that I should clarify/add some additional information for due to various reasons which I'll be leaving under the cut:

Issue 2 Page 3: In Italian, the teacher is named "Putzo," which probably comes from the Italian word "puzzo" which means "stench" or "(I) stink." I changed his name to "Stenchious" so that the "joke" would work better in English.

Issue 2 Page 5: Similarly to "Stenchious," "Kloudisky's" name in Italian was "Cimentus" which probably came from "cime tempestose" which means "wuthering heights" or "stormy peaks." Kloudisky doesn't really have a "name joke" but since I already "localized" Putzo's name I thought that I'd keep it constant.

Issue 2 Page 13: The translation wasn't clear on whether or not Gabi manged to catch up before heading back, or if he wasn't able to catch up and then just decided to head back. It really doesn't matter at all to the story, but I just thought that I'd mention it.

Issue 3 Page 21: In Italian, the first letters in each of the words for their punishment spells "O.P.S.." Which is cute and fits the theme of a punishment. When I translated it, I just took the translation and made a new acronym "O.E.P." which doesn't actually spell anything, it's just a direct translation of the words that spelled "ops" in Italian. I suppose that I could've used different words to make the acronym spell something cool, but oh well. (Don't ask me why somethings got localized and others didn't, these comics really are just a mix of both.)

("VETO" was also an acronym in Italian, but in that case, I kept the word "veto" and removed the fact that it was an acronym. I suppose I also could've given "O.P.S." the same treatment, but oh well.)

Issue 5 Pages 1 and 2: "Zephyr" and "Seraph" are English words. They're both angel references. Thought I'd clarify, because I had no idea what they were before doing this project. I thought Google just straight up didn't translate the words at first (which actually did happen from time to time <_< ) but nope, they're a thing.

Issue 5 Page 13: The librarian's plaque says "Head librarian of tomes and encyclopedias." Thought I'd clarify since the file size of issue 5 is much smaller than the other issues for some reason and you might not be able to read it.

Issue 5 Page 21: The Angel's Friends fan wiki says that the creature's name comes from the Italian word for "revived" instead of simply being called the "revived." Which would make since, seeing how that was one of the words that Google half of the time didn't really translate. In this version, I just called them the "revived" instead of using the Italian word or making up a new word. Just a bit of trivia.

Issue 7 Pages 2, 3 and 5: I know the lyrics of the songs on these pages don't make any since, but they did seem to be pretty accurate translations, so I don't know what to say. 0_o Most of the time I can blame Google but this time, I think whoever wrote the original comic is to blame for this oddness.

Issue 8 Page 6: During this issue from page 6 on, every time "Sulfus' snacks" were mentioned, Google would would translate the word that I changed to "snacks" as "gluttony." For example, "Have I ever told anyone that you hide gluttony under your mattress?" and the jar that Google claims says "Vintage gluttony." Obviously that doesn't make any since and I'll admit that changing the work to snacks doesn't ~really~ make it any smother. It's still awkward I know, but that was all that I could think of.

Issue 9 Page 1: If you look up this issue on the fan wiki, it'll say that the title is "The Guardian" but I changed it to "The Janitor." That's because although the Italian word that is used for the title (as well as his job position) "custode" can be translated as "guardian" I've been translating it as "janitor," which is an alternate translation of the word, so it's not ~wrong~, just different. Sometimes Google would also translate the word as "keeper" which is another alternate translation but I thought that "janitor" sounded more natural. (Though I suppose "grounds keeper" could've worked as well.)

Issue 10 Page 3: Another weird song. Yeah, I don't know. Just thought I'd mention that I'm aware that it's odd. :S

Issue 10 Page 15: Two things:

"Fuori" means "out" in Italian. I... just flat out didn't translate the word. I'm sorry, I've failed you all. :( I just couldn't think of anything snappy to translate it to. "Come out"? "Bring out Reo"? maybe just "Hooray"??? I don't know... I suppose any of those could've worked but on top of that, the words are in a very "art heavy" place and if you've been reading the comics then you'll know how not so great my photoshopping can be.

Note number 2 for this page is that Reo actually sings in English. I know his song is kind of odd too, but this time it 100% isn't me or Google, it's 100% the original comic's fault. I simply retyped his words out so that the font would be consistent.

Issue 13 Page 9: "Armonia" means "harmony" in Italian. So her school is just "Vera's Harmony Dance School." I thought that it would be easier to just leave it as it was because "armonia" is on the logo and on the sign of the school. (And I was not going to photoshop over them. Don't ask me how I decided what gets photoshopped and what doesn't, I don't know man...)

Issue 13 Page 18: In the original comic, Malachi's name is spelled "Malachia." I decided to take out the "a" because normally in English it's spelled without the "a" (also, sometimes Google would even "translate" "Malachia" to "Malachi") this does leave an extra letter for the "lock" on the safe, so I added the "♥" at the end.

Issue 14: The "first page" describes some of the events in the comic. (Why did they try to spoil their own comic, IDK...) I've moved that page to the end of the "image set" for this reason.

#angel's friends #angel's friends english #angel's friends English comics #Raf #Sulfus #Urié #Kabalè #Gabi #Cabiria #Miki #Gas #Ang-Lee #Mephisto

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Competition - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff(ish), Crack, Jealous Bakugou, tatted Bakugou Cuz we love a lil spice

Summary: You were doing homework online with your friends when a needy Bakugou wanted your attention and was pouty when he didn’t get it. After Mina slipped up and said something stupid, Bakugou assumed horrible things and went over only to find out something so very comical.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were in your second year of college and the work was killing you. Thankfully, this time around, your assignment was the slightest bit easier, as it was a group project. You, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina were currently working on the project through the computer while being on video chat. The night was still young and you still had plenty to do.

“Okay, after I type in this paragraph, what should the next section be abou-“ You were cut off by the sound of a little French bulldog barking and scampering your way. The cute little black dog jumped onto your lap and made itself comfortable, causing you to look down and smile at it before petting it’s ears.

“Awww, look at the little puppy!” Mina said.

“He’s cute, right? I’m watching him for my neighbor while he’s at his football game.” You explained.

“You live next to a football player?!” The pink girl exclaimed.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Figures. I live next to an old man who likes to throw lemons at me!” She ranted. The group all laughed at her before continuing the job.

You all worked and finished about 4 pages of the assignment. While in the midst of the 5th page, your boyfriend requested to join your video chat. “Oop, hold on. Suki’s asking to join.”

You added your junior high school sweetheart to the call and was met with a frustrated pout. “Hi babe!” You squealed.

The group all tried to say their greetings to their friend but he spoke before they could. “Where have you been?”

“What? At home.” You said.

“I’ve been calling you, texting you, and basically blowing up your phone, and you haven’t been answering for hours!” He whined. His friends got a small kick out of seeing their tough friend be a softie for his girlfriend and remained quiet to enjoy the show.

“Sorry. I’ve been doing homework and-“

“What is that? Why do you have that animal on you?” He interrupted and asked as he slanted his eyes towards the small canine.

“It’s my neighbor’s dog,” you said with a pitched voice as you cradled the pup closer, almost like you were defending it’s honor.

“Her neighbor, the football player.” Mina mentioned with a sly voice. You shut your eyes and released a slow sigh as you knew what was coming.

“Football player?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Why? Why would you say that?” You said to Mina with a disappointed tone. She was one of his friends, she knew what the reaction would’ve been.

“Sorry,” she genuinely said.

“Why are you doing favors for some football player and what is he doing for you?” Bakugou seethed.

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just-“

“I’m coming over there.” He blatantly said.

“No- no. You don’t need to-“ without letting you finish, Bakugou signed off and went to get ready for his leave. You sighed at your jealous boyfriend and threw shady eyes towards Mina.

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Some time had passed and your group had finished the 7th page. Almost done! Thank god for this being a small little assignment. Unfortunately, your boyfriend’s little fuss put you all behind schedule a little and it didn’t help that he finally made his arrival to add a little more drama to the show.

A bang was heard at your door. “Open up Y/N!”

“Uhh, I think you’re getting robbed Y/N.” Kaminari said.

“Nah, it’s just Suki.” You said to the blonde through the screen. You then turned to your front door to speak to your boyfriend who was on the other side. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “I need to talk to you!” He said.

“Sorry, door’s locked!” You replied. Unfortunately, the door busted open and you sighed in frustration. “And now it’s not.”

“He has a key?” Kirishima asked.

“No, he has a foot.” You said and then turned to your boyfriend with a sarcastic but also genuine smile. “Hi baby.”

And now here stood your angry boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was dressed in his combat boots, a pair of black jeans and a white tee. He held a dark green bomber jacket in his hands that he wore due to the slightly cold weather out in the night. With the jacket off, his fully tatted arms were exposed along with the few tattoos that adorned his neck. He had his silver chain on along with a few rings and his cross piercing on his left ear and a few other random ones on his right. To anyone else, your boyfriend looked like a ruffian especially with his motorcycle that was surely parked out front. He definitely was an attractive man. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and you felt so blessed to have him and have him want you and only you.

He looked like the typical bad boy who was mean as fuck and also happened to be good at everything he did. In reality, he was just your Suki who was a softie that can be a little tempered at times. Like right now.

“What is going on?!” He asked in frustration.

“You just kicked my door open!” You said as you pointed to the evidence.

“Put the dog down and tell me about this football asswipe who lives next door!” He demanded.

“No! I will not put the dog down!” You said, cradling the sweet baby even closer.

“Oh you’re not?!” He said in a threatening tone but you knew your boyfriend would never do any real harm.

“No! If you want to meet the football player then you can wait to talk to him when he gets back.” You said.

“Then I’ll wait for him!” He said, taking a seat a little bit behind you from your setup on the couch’s ottoman.

“Fine!” You said, turning back to your friends. After a second, you realized something and turned back to face him. “No kiss?”

He only stuck his tongue out at you to which you pouted in anger and did the same before turning around. However, you smiled once you felt him come up from behind you and place a peck on your cheek before going back to his spot on the couch.

“Awwww,” your group of friends cooed to which you and Bakugou both smiled and rolled your eyes.

—

Some more time passed and eventually, Mina and Kirishima both grew too tired (thanks to that college schedule) and signed off for the night. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one who stayed up with you to continue to do the work and was more than happy to help.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” You said to the electric blonde.

“And me.” Your boyfriend said with sass in the background of your screen.

You and Kaminari continued to work until you got to the 15th and final page. Like what was previously said, very easy, very simple, very short. All you had to do was finish this last page and you’d be done! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans and an expected knock was heard at your door.

“Ouu, is that the football player?” Kaminari cooed and teased knowing Bakugou would hear.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come in!” You kindly called.

“Yeah, COME IN!” Your boyfriend rudely said, setting himself up to sit a little straighter and look a little meaner.

To his surprise, in came a young boy who was dressed in his school representative hoodie and a pair of sweats. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Ryu!” You said to the young boy who took a seat next to you. “Katsuki, this is my next door neighbor, Ryu. Ryu, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Nice to meet you mister!” The boy said with excitement as he looked towards your “scary” boyfriend in the back.

“Hello Ryu.” Your boyfriend said in a defeated tone that he hid with a smile and wave towards the little boy. You smirked at your boyfriend as you recognized his tone. The tone he usually had when you proved him wrong. Ryu being the sweet boy he is also waved towards your friend at the camera to be polite.

“What’s up little man,” Kaminari said as a greeting. Ryu turned to you to pick up his little frenchie.

“Thanks for taking care of Natsu!” He said sweetly.

“Anytime kiddo!” You said, giving him the dog. Ryu pet his pup for a second before looking back at Bakugou and whispering to you. Luckily, it was loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Your boyfriend looks really cool!” He whispered excitedly.

“I know!” You whisper-yelled back with a smile. Kaminari let out a little laugh while Bakugou had a sad face. He felt guilty for wanting to come here to beat the shit out of a football player, only for that football player to be a cool lil kid who thought he was pretty cool too.

“Well thanks again! Bye now!” Ryu said before getting up and leaving with his dog. You waved at them until the door shut, you crossed your legs and smiled as Katsuki got up with a sigh and took Ryu’s seat next to you.

“Wow Bakugou, looks like you got some competition!” Kaminari teased. Bakugou only sighed and rubbed his temples with one hand before feeling you push on his shoulder.

“You gonna say you’re sorry~” you teasingly asked.

“You didn’t tell me he was 9!” He argued.

“You didn’t give me a chance!” You laughed out. Bakugou flopped onto his back as he began bantering with you. You both went back and forth and Kaminari chuckled to himself before signing off to let the cute couple have their time in privacy.

Bakugou remained on his back until you poked his face and he grabbed you before flipping the both of you over so that you were under him. He flopped down onto your body, getting comfortable on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to soothe him.

“Just wanted some attention from my baby.” He muffled out with a small blush. You smiled and looked towards your screen.

“Well Kaminari signed off, Natsu’s gone, and it’s just you and me. You now have my undivided attention, Suki.” You said. Bakugou sighed in content before going up to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good.” He said before tucking his head into the crevasse of your neck. You held him close while he played the small spoon and you both cuddled up nicely. If it was attention he wanted, it was attention he’d get.

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So, Franstober’s over

I did it aaaa I still can’t believe it XD Initial plan was to have most of it as sketches because I didn’t think I’d have enough drawing juices to draw complete pieces for a month... but then I just. Forgot that LOL

Again, huge thanks to @uhhbananafrappe for the prompts and so many new ideas 💗💕✨ if you can drop by her blog and her kofi page, so much amazing stuff that’s been inspiring me for more than 5 years

So yeah after month of non-stop drawing I’ll most probably take a break XD I put on hold every project I was in the middle of to do franstober and I’d like to get back to them, even tho all of them are sacred secrets I can’t post

But there’s a second reason for this post... my birthday is soon!

Yeah 4th of November is my Birthday and I have a tiny wish

Please give me feedback for my art

It comes and goes for a few months now, but sometimes I feel very discouraged/sad from lack of concrete feedback on my drawings. I do a picture that I think is the best picture I’ve ever done and get zero comments, or I try something new, something so different that if I incorporate it into my art it will change it fundamentally, and get nothin’.

Don’t misunderstand me, getting general compliments is very flattering, and I appreciate each and every one, as well each and every one person who leaves them!! The thing is- I really want to improve my art, and without help of other’s I’ll just be moving in circles for a long time.

So, no need to write be happy birthday wishes on my big day. Here’s my wish -

please send me which of my drawing/doodles/comics/gifts is your favorite, and why

in the comments, in the inbox, just in dms - the ‘why’ part can be anything - the way i lined it, the coloring, the lighting, the way I drew a neck or colored an eye, or it was a fanart for something you love, or even for you- maybe its the feelings conveyed, or, if its a comic, maybe its the way frames are structured or just a story-

and don’t come saying ‘all of your art’. this will make me feel sadder for reasons i can’t quite express myself. please please please just pick one

Though I’d appreciate if you actually picked two! Bonus points if you pick from my overall art, and then from latest Franstober art! It contains more of the stand alone pieces, as well as a lot of experiments. I’d be very happy to hear which franstober piece people liked the best, and it would also help me a ton!

(I’ll link all my franstober drawings below the cut)

So yeah. My inbox is open, my dm’s are open, my little box is waiting and I’d really appreciate your comments, more than you know 💕 Lots of people will probably think less of me now, demanding attention, but... It’s for my birthday, let me be petty for my birthday!!! and i’ll take curing my sadness and improving my art over being looked down upon

Thank you for reading this monologue haha. Here’s All my franstober 2021:

i posted this before making list on accident bear with me

Day 1 - Nest - Songfell (by ikustioa / songfell-ut )

Day 2 - Bonds - Error Sans x Frisk

Day 3 - Secret - Taboo love (inspired by yoralim)

Day 4 - Tired - Horrortale (Horror and his dogs)

Day 5 - Private - Storyfell

Day 6 - Public - Reapertale

Day 7 - Ride - Underfell (Based on my Bad To The Bone comic)

Day 8 - Blind - Dancefell

Day 9 - Experiment - Underlab (by sharkowskii)

Day 10 - Chase - Outertale

Day 11 - Soft - Overtale (version by nuvex)

Day 12 - Seed - Parasitetale (by bloowe-blu)

Day 13 - Color - Fresh Sans x Fresh Frisk

Day 14 - Hate - Dusttale

Day 15 - Love - Flowerfell

Day 16 - Money - Mermaid (Aqua by uhhbananafrappe) Sans x Frisk

Day 17 - Hangover - Swapfell

Day 18 - Jealous - Kingdom of the Crystal Sky (by kodizzzle)

Day 19 - Video - Undergate (by saturnbela)

Day 20 - Warp - Nightmare Sans x Frisk

Day 21 - Riddle - Underswap

Day 22 - Punishment - Lockfell (by me/ lockfell)

Day 23 - Reward - Dancetale

Day 24 - Collar - Underfell

Day 25 - Quiet - Aftertale (by loverofpiggies)

Day 26 - Stay - Lamia (Cobalt by uhhbananafrappe) Sans x Frisk

Day 27 - Steel - Undertale

Day 28 - Regret - Mage Blue x Frisk (based on my Mage Blue comic)

Day 29 - Tease - Mafiatale

Day 30 - Broken - Check & Mate (by me/ undertale-check-and-mate)

Day 31 - Caged - Undertale

#v rambles #venelona #sona #self insert #frans #franstober #birthday #i fixed it

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