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joannaofportugal · 3 years

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❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1459. thanks is given by the INFANTA JOANNA BRAGANZA, from PORTUGAL. they are at best HEADSTRONG, and at their worst OVER-BURDENING. whilst abroad, their ambition is to SECURE HER FUTURE WITH THE ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA. SHE seems to remind everyone of ISOLDA DYCHAUK & THE SEA FOAM RISING AS THE SUN SETS, THE CALL OF A CANARY FLUSHING IT’S WINGS AGAINST A GOLDEN CAGE & THE CRY OF AN INFANT THAT BEGINS TO FALL AS A FATHER TAKES IT INTO HIS ARMS.. ❞

no YOu have six muses

STATS.

full name — joanna (greek Ἰωάννα - “god is gracious”) braganza (portuguese - a province called braga, where a clan called the brachae lived, meaning trousers, leggings or breeches) titles — infanta of portugal (from birth) archduchess of austria (soon-to-be, by marriage) birthplace — castle of são jorge, portugal (1435) age — three and twenty (23) languages — fluent: portuguese (mother-tongue), spanish moderate: latin, beginner: french, italian dynasty — house braganza

father — king cristiano of portugal

mother — queen crara of portugal

spouse betrothed — archduke of austria

issue — n/a

siblings — older : crown princess of portugal younger : infanta carolina of portugal

other — aunt : queen lianor of england 🕇 cousin : harry plantagenet, prince of wales cousin : beatrice plantagenet, dowager duchess of burgundy cousin : prince beira cousin : duke braganza aunt : constanza trastamara, queen of aragon 🕇 cousin : prince of viana cousin : alexandrina trastamara, queen of france cousin: prince of viana

zodiac/element — gemini religious affiliation — roman catholic face claim — isolda dychauk height — 5′3″ recognisable features — here striking red hair that coils down her back like a veil of her own.

TIMELINE.

1435 — JOANNA is born in the royal chambers, her sex was expected to be male, alas, it seems that peace still rules the sapphire waves 1436 — CAROLINA is born, joanna and carolina first meet that very same day 1456 — joanna attends the FLORENTINE SUMMIT, along with her mother and sisters. the meeting ends with disaster, though joanna had her portrait taken by various influential artists of that time 1458 — as the second world summit goes to lisbon, the king sends his two younger daughters to a nunnery in fear of disaster and riot - much to the disgust of joanna 1459 — she travels to paris, france, with her sister carolina, both to meet her betrothed and to practise a life worth living with people her own age

HEADCANNONS.

THE SIREN

joanna had been born on a clear and sunny day much to the taste of her mother the queen, perhaps this is why joanna takes pleasure in roaming the seas around portugal’s coastlines. ever since she was allowed she swam in the waters, taking great glee in tossing to and fro with the sean foam sticking to her pale skin. her hair thrived in the salt-licked waters, leaving her to only seem like some exotic creature than a girl who dipped between the waves. it is said that between the years of 1453 and 1458, joanna spent most of her time in the ocean - taking out little boats with her ladies maids (and in turn, her sister carolina). she was out there so much that there was a local rumour around the lisbon docks that a flame-haired siren awaited the unfortunate sailors with her singing voice, dragging them to their deaths beneath the jagged rocks. joanna loves this story, fancying herself a some greek mythic creature that all should fear in case of her temper.

CONFLICTS

joanna has lived an easy life, with troubles only arisen by her own hand. As a child, Joanna would often cause conflicts with the various children of court (or the ugly women Joanna would bully before the queen herself). She would steal her mother’s priceless jewels, hiding them in her dresses! she would kiss the squires and boys who would tend to her father, often leaving them flushed and amiss when it came to their work. Even when the summit went to Portugal, Joanna found herself mixed in with a temper that’d call upon all mythical beings when herself and her sister were sent to a nunnery in case of danger and uncontrolled hands. But, the biggest conflict so far is her ambitious engagement to the Archduke of Austria! Marrying into a Habsburg line would surely awaken the ambition and wanton need of this young Infanta, and though this has indeed occurred, she finds herself torn in two. Though she has always hungered over power and the (potential) cushion of a throne, Joanna dares not think about leaving her younger sister who is more a twin than anything else. Can she leave her in Portugal? Will her father sort out an equally ambitious marriage? With her heart pounding upon her chest, Joanna enters a new dawn - to choose family, her own soul or a higher power that has lead her to this moment.

FASHION

though her passion was only found in the belly of the sea, fashion and singing has always lead her forth. in manner of fashions that became popular in portugal, joanna would always wear something a little different and weird when compared to the usual dresses. she tends to wear high, elaborate embroidered and jeweled headdresses, tended to with sheer veils. her dresses were made of high quality velvets (red, blue, green), with gold details, lined with ermine furs and laces that tie together the front opening

BETROTHAL TO THE ARCHDUKE OF AUSTRIA

joanna always dreamed of marrying big, a dream stemmed from her envious eyes once laid upon her oldest sister who was dreamed to become the sole leader of portugal itself. though joanna, of flamed hair and raging confidence, was only the second born her goals were beyond her reach; her ambition not knowing it’s limit. when it was announced that a betrothal was to be taken place, joanna jumped in the air and called to her younger sister (who was more twin than a normal sibling) to help her write a string of love-letters, introducing herself as the jewel of portugal. they have yet to meet face to face, and though her excitement boils over almost everything, there in lies a fear of her own. she cannot face to leave her sister carolina, after all, the two were only left with a mere months before they met.

INFLUENCES

History/Mythology:

Aisha Qandisha (morrocan folklore, a jinn) Durga (Hindu) Sekhmet (Egyptian) Hedy Lamarr (Hollywood) Paris (Greek) Alexander the Great (Greco-Macedonian) Heracles (Greek) Queen Christina of Sweden (Swedish)

Fiction:

Dandelion (the Witcher) Baby Doll (Sucker Punch) Jessie (the Neon Demon) Sansa Stark (ASOIAF) Serena van der Woodsen (Gossip Girl) Lily (Black Swan) Princess Ana Karenina (Ana Karenina) Godmother (Fleabag)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

confidantes, friends, girl friends, boys who she can try to woo, frenemies, political intrigue or someone who can help her improve her dialects !! someone to be childish with, someone to paint her, love and romance, seduction and temptation !!!!

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ecofinisher · 5 years

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The Adventures of Super Nathan 2 - Chap. 16

Chapter 16

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18224606/chapters/46696549

https://www.wattpad.com/755614532-miraculous-the-adventures-of-super-nathan-2-super

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13243294/16/Miraculous-The-Adventures-of-Super-Nathan-2

Nathaniel, Lila, Kagami, Adrien, Rose, Juleka, Marinette and Luka had got reunited together in the break around a table at the cafeteria to eat to get prepared for the next lesson.

“Yesterday I and Luka were on our way to deliver the special prepared Sablés at everyone’s house and on the way I’ve accidentally dropped the bag with the miraculouses and the cookies on the streets and I forgot to check, if I had all miraculouses and I didn’t realize the moth miraculous was gone” The Chinese descendant girl explained her friends, “Now someone has found it and is using it for the bad”

“Don’t worry, we’re all getting the miraculous back. We all managed to take Le Paon the miraculous away, so we will also manage to take Monarch down….that’s what you heard, right sis?” Questioned Luka glancing at his younger sister, who nodded at the boy.

“Listen later Alix is going to do a presentation about my superhero identity, I will inform them all to stay positive and if an akuma approaches them to try stay happy to avoid them to get akumatzed” Informed the redhead boy. “Is this a good thing?”

“It would be good to assure them, we’re always around to help them like Cat Noir and Ladybug did in the past” Responded Rose to Nathaniel. “Do it Nath”

“Does Alix know your superhero identity Nathaniel?” Asked Adrien picking up from the tableau, that stood in front of the friends another croissant to eat.

“No” Replied Nathaniel. “I don’t even know if it’s a good idea to tell her that. You all know, she has a crush on Super Nathan and I’m afraid when I tell her that she will hate me for good”

“If that is because you’re dating Lila just tell Alix you and Miss Vixen are dating. Although everyone should know that by now” Kagami said. “Well compared to me and Adrien at least”

“But in your civilian selves fangirls often go behind you two,” Lila said with a chuckle.

“They go behind Adrien, not me. They only follow me to get me out of their way to get closer to Adrien”

“What?” Asked Nathaniel surprised.

“But I never saw them going behind you?” Rose questioned looking at Kagami and Adrien.

“That’s mostly after or before photo shoots” Explained Adrien. “To avoid this fangirl mayhem she’s most of the times present on my shoots or at her house”

“It’s really incredible, how most of the fans of him only want him because he’s really famous”

“That was me a few years ago, but then I found Nathaniel” Lila mentioned leaning her head on Nathaniel’s shoulder making him smile a little embarrassed.

“That’s why I have been rejecting all the girls from every flirting attempts, cause I know it wouldn’t ever work out,” The blonde Frenchboy told the group. “I’ve seen in the movies how the relationships were like”

“At least you got Kagami” Luka added. “How did she manage to get together with you?”

“We had become friends at the fencing lessons and after a funny accident, we had during fencing I had found her….alluring” Answered Adrien looking at Kagami while scratching with his hand behind his neck.

“I was so mean for the coming days. I didn’t want us to become a thing, but I couldn’t get him out of my head and at the same time I was afraid Adrien wasn’t as kind as he seemed to be”

“And the fangirls?” Questioned Luka.

“I didn’t think about that before. I got surprised as fangirls approached me more often because I’m with Adrien”

“I don’t know, but I’d love to see myself in the future and all my fans going behind me….but of course I will still have my eyes on you, Marinette,” Luka said gazing at Marinette, that blushed at his comment.

“I really love your talking about the past and the future guys, but we came here to talk about the villain, that akumatized my sweet Juleka” Rose mentioned placing her hand on Juleka’s making the girlfriend smile a little.

“Right, that’s why the meeting was set up,” Marinette said looking at Rose together with Luka. “Sorry for the distraction”

“Whoever it is, we need to find out, who has got the moth miraculous and stop them from more akumatizations in Paris,” Adrien said. “I can’t believe shortly before our adult lives start this had to come in our way again”

“Same” Agreed Luka. “I can handle once in a while skip my band practice, but now if the akumas are back it won’t be that easy to sneak out, every time one breaks out”

“Same and what if this continues for more years?” Asked Kagami. “How are we supposed to keep up with our own lives and responsibilities?”

“We going to manage this too, we’re six heroes after all.” Assured Adrien. “And if necessary Marinette can give out one or two miraculouses to others to help us fight”

“Of course” Responded Marinette and the bell rang, advising the students to get back to the classrooms. “Oh we gotta go back”

“Well, I’m going back to the ship,” Luka said getting up from the chair. “If anyone finds any clues, inform me and Marinette” Warned Luka saluting with his point and middle finger at the squad, then walked away heading to the exit of the cafeteria.

In the classroom, Alix was doing the presentation of her favorite superhero and on her powerpoint, she showed a video of Super Nathan being interviewed by Alix herself.

“If I had a presentation at the school about you, would you show up and show them some of your moves?” Questioned Alix.

“Of course” Responded Super Nathan. “If I’m not busy dealing with bad guys I would totally love to show up”

“Would you also appear in the classroom in your own way?” Asked Alix, then Super Nathan smirked holding his tablet to use the pen to draw something on the tablet, then the camera turned black and Alix moved her hands to the window, where Super Nathan stood on a flying carpet, that he had drawn with his tablet, then all students applauded afterward Miss Bustier opened for the superhero the window and he entered with the carpet into the classroom landing next to Alix.

“Good morning everyone, I’m Super Nathan, one of the superheroes here in Paris. The beautiful capital of France” Super Nathan explained using his tablet to draw something, then on the table of Miss Bustier appeared a small flag of the country they’re all living in.

“Bravo,” Miss Bustier said with a smile as the redhead had drawn the French national flag.

“Have you all got any special wishes I could draw for you in real life?” Asked Super Nathan and a few students raised their hands up.

“Nin….I mean boy with the red cap” Super Nathan called the Morrocan, who placed his arm down to tell the superhero what he wanted to.

“Can you draw the new Jagged Stone music cover, including its CD with the songs of it?” “I have no idea if it’s possible, but I can draw a functional stereo system,” Super Nathan said drawing on his tablet a stereo system and as he was done the device appeared over Super Nathan, then he caught it and showed it to the class.

“Amazing!” All replied stunned in chorus.

“Super Nathan” Called Kim still holding his arm in the air. “Is it possible, that you could draw a living person or animal?”

“No, but I can draw a voodoo doll, that really works” Responded Super Nathan surprising the classmates.

“Okay I don’t need to see that,” Kim said a little frightened about the response.

“Good and the next one….what about the girlfriend of Adrien Agreste?” Suggested Super Nathan.

“Can you draw me a fan of Cat Noir?” Asked Kagami earning a nod from Super Nathan.

“Well, I try. I’ve never have drawn one before….nor Cat Noir did I”

“Well, then just a fan,” Kagami said earning a nod from the superhero, who was doing the commission she asked for, seconds later a small fan appeared over Kagami and she used it to cool herself down.

“Wait, Super Nathan, I’ve got a cooler idea,” Kim said jumping up from his seat.

“What is it, Kim?” Asked Super Nathan roll his eyes wondering, what the Vietnamese was going to ask him.

“Can you draw on people clothing?” Asked Kim making Super Nathan gulp at the question.

“S...sure...” “Can you add geisha clothing to Kagami?” Asked Kim making Kagami look in shock at Kim along with Adrien.

“What?” Shouted the Japanese girl.

“I could, but I can’t promise it will look good” Super Nathan said looking at Kagami, who crossed her arms looking away from the superhero.

“Come on, it’s not like you’re going to undress her and dress her all up, right?”

“Of course not!”

“See?”

Super Nathan sighed then tapped with his pen on the screen of his device and wide his eyes as he had a brilliant idea, then started to draw on the tablet on the body of a person, that was captured by the device and after two minutes Super Nathan was done and removed his pen off the tablet looking at the class, which had all looked at Kagami, who had closed her eyes, then all were confused to see Kagami in her uniform.

“She’s still in her school uniform,” Adrien said, then Kagami opened her left eye to look at herself in surprise as nothing had been done to her.

“Why did you do this to me!?!?!” Shouted a voice and all looked at Kim, then started to laugh while Super Nathan smirked and rolled his pen with his middle and index finger at his success.

“The red lip gloss doesn’t really suit you Kim” Mentioned Lila starting to laugh along with her best friend.

“But it would suit you” Super Nathan said seeing Lila look up at him, smiling at the superhero, that approached the girl.

“Oh, what are you going to do to me Super Nathan?” Asked Lila teasingly knowing Super Nathan was just playing with her.

“Nothing, but giving you this” Super Nathan said drawing on his tablet a rose, that appeared in front of Super Nathan, then the superhero gently gave it to the girl. “Here the most gorgeous girls receive from me a flower”

“That’s sweet, but I have already got a loving boyfriend and my favorite flowers are tiger lilies” “Well I’m not into drawing flowers so….you won’t ever get them” “Well don’t worry, my sweet boyfriend is going to bring me them someday,” Lila said making Super Nathan roll his eyes down in embarrassment turning light pink on the cheeks.

“Hey Max, isn’t Super Nathan actually an adult?” Asked Kim.

“I don’t know” Responded Max “Ask Alix”

“Super Nathan, are we allowed to know your age or some details of your civilian self?” Asked Ivan.

“Just some tiny, little details” Responded Super Nathan holding his index finger and thumb nearly close together to Ivan.

“How old are you?” Asked Ivan.

“I’m….uh 25” Responded Super Nathan.

“Where are you from?” Asked Lila.

“France” Responded Super Nathan. “And Liechtenstein!” Super Nathan added to avoid anything similar to his civilian self.

“Do you know Miss Vixen’s secret identity?” Asked Adrien.

“Why not?”

“Is she hotter with or without the suit?” Asked Nino getting elbowed by his girlfriend. “I’m just asking”

“I don’t know, both are good” Responded Super Nathan making a few girls chuckle. “Uhm you were talking about the civilian self of her, right?”

“Yeah”

“Oh good” “Can I have my old clothes back?” Asked Kim looking at Super Nathan, who took his tablet in front of him again, opening the layer with the geisha outfit and erased the layer, so that the clothing would disappear and Kim would stay back with his previous outfit. “Thank you”

“Okay guys and girls, I’ve gotta finish the presentation. Maybe Super Nathan has later time to take selfies with us or to give an autograph or two” Alix said moving on her power point presentation to the end page.

“The best for me about this presentation was I could get to know my idol better and show you all, how of an awesome and kind person he is” Alix said making Super Nathan smile, then Alix moved to the last page, which was a gif of a famous rapper clapping with his hands, afterward the class applauded at the pink-haired girl.

“Well I’ve gotta go kids, I need to stay focused on Paris, mostly after an akuma having caught one of your friends” Super Nathan said looking at Juleka, which was being patted by the girlfriend. “Remember to always stay positive and if you’re feeling down and an akuma appears, try to make yourself feel happy, fight against the akuma, try to resist it trying to control your mind. I know you can do that” Super Nathan told the class, who nodded at the superhero.

“Thank you for coming, Super Nathan and for helping Juleka out of the trouble” The teacher thanked the redhead, which nodded at the woman.

“No problem. My friends, have a nice day and see you someday” Super Nathan said leaving the classroom and closing the door behind him.

“That was a very interesting presentation, Alix, good job” Miss Bustier complimented the short girl, who walked back at her seat. “Now mes enfants, in a minute the bell is going to ring. If you want you can leave now for the break and Adrien can prepare himself for his presentation”

“Sure Miss Bustier” Adrien said getting up carrying to the front a barrel bag to the front, placing it on the desk of Miss Bustier, then took from his pocket a stick to insert it on Miss Bustier’s laptop to search for his presentation.

“Hey Adrien, about who are you going to do a presentation?” Asked the Vietnamese boy passing by the blonde together with Max, while the other classmates left for the break.

“Kagami’s mother” Responded Adrien. “I wanted Jagged Stone, but Marinette had already picked him”

“Cool, it’s her mother, who was a fencing champion, right?”

“Yes” Replied Adrien.

“Great can’t wait to hear about it” Kim said leaving the class along with Max, then Kagami approached the blonde, who felt a little tensed about his presentation.

“Are you nervous?” Questioned the blue-haired girl.

“A bit” Responded Adrien.

“Don’t worry, it will go fine” Kagami comforted the boy making him smile. “I’m spreading my mother’s fencing utensils on the table if you don’t mind”

“Thanks,” Adrien said opening the powerpoint on the laptop, then connected it on the writing app with the overhead projector to make the image appear behind him on the wall. “Kagami, are you interested to go out tonight at the cinema?”

“Again?” Asked Kagami confused.

“Well, we couldn’t fully enjoy it, because we had to move out to help the staff out of the cargo ship” The blonde mentioned. “Or we go out somewhere else”

“No it’s alright,” Said Kagami. “Perhaps we go alone this time?”

“Sure, I’m fine with that” Adrien said making his girlfriend smile, then he helped Kagami take the rest of the objects from the barrel bag out to place it on the table of the teacher.

Inside the boys’ restroom Super Nathan stood in front of the mirror gazing annoyed at his reflection.

“Karaa, stripes off. Stripes off!” Super Nathan said loud to destransform back into his civilian self, but it didn’t work out. “Karaa, what’s going on?” Asked Super Nathan. “Is it possible, that she can’t hear me?” Super Nathan told it himself walking to the exit of the restrooms opening the door, then he shrieked as he saw Alix standing in front of him with her fist in the air, about to knock on the door.

“Alix?” Asked Super Nathan surprised. “This is the boy’s restroom?”

“I know, sorry. I wanted to see if my friend Nathaniel was here. He had left to go to the toilet and hasn’t come back.”

“Oh is it a short redhead with a grey dress jacket, purple pants, turquoise eyes and has this…..hairstyle I don’t know how to explain and….is very good looking?”

“Well he is, but you’re way more gorgeous compared to my friend,” Alix said blushing a little as she avoided eye contact with the superhero.

“Oh boy” Super Nathan mumbled at how much Alix was attracted to the superhero. “Alix listen, you’re a great girl, but….I and Miss Vixen are dating. And I’ve got a double life. I can’t be always present to be there for you”

“You mean, if Miss Vixen wouldn’t be with you, I actually had a chance with you?”

“No, that’s not what I meant”

“But, what are you referring to Super Nathan?” Asked Alix and Super Nathan placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“Listen Alix…...I know you’re….uh….listen to my voice. Listen to me talking now. When you hear my voice, what does it make you think off?”

“The first time I saw you on TV talking” Responded Alix dreamy. “Your voice makes you even more attractive”

“Doesn’t my voice not make you think of a certain friend or something?”

“Nope” Responded Alix making Super Nathan groan.

“It doesn’t matter, Alix listen I need to go quick. I….need to help Viperion with…..a car accident!”

“Your excuses are so ridiculous,” Alix said with a chuckle, then Super Nathan shook the girl on her shoulders.

“Why are you so oblivious?” Shouted Super Nathan annoyed, then Alix pressed her lips on Super Nathan’s lips, shrieking him as his friend had kissed him on the lips. “Fuck” Mumbled Super Nathan, then suddenly behind his back his miraculous started to beep lighting up behind his shoulder his symbol and he got transformed back into Nathaniel Kurtzberg, right in front of Alix, who just opened her eyes as she had felt Super Nathan’s cover disappear and shocking the pink-haired girl as she just discovered, whose identity was from her idol.

“Nathaniel?!?!” Asked Alix shocked. “You’re Super Nathan?”

“Karaa, what happened?” Asked Nathaniel looking up at her kwami.

“I don’t know, this nevew happened to me befowe” Responded Karaa shrugging her shoulders.

“Alix about this, I’m so sorry I’ve never told you about my secret identity, I was initially not allowed to tell this anyone, not even my best friends…..I just told this the other superheroes, because we were partners and there was really no point in hiding this from each other” Nathaniel explained watching Alix still in shock gazing at the redhead. “Please don’t get mad at me or you’ll get akumatized too and I can’t transform as long as Karaa hasn’t charged her energies”

“Her energies?” Asked Alix starting to chuckle. “Is she like some plush toy, where you can put batteries or so?” Asked the pink-haired girl, making the kwami cross her arms.

“I’m not a toy. I’m a kwami,” Corrected the white kwami.

“Awesome” Alix said tickling the kwami on the sides, making it laugh. “I can’t believe my best friend is a superhero”

“So….. you’re not angry at me?” Questioned Nathaniel a little bewildered.

“I kind of thought before, when you were gone during my presentation, while Super Nathan was there and flirted with Lila, that it would be most likely to be you his secret identity. You have even missed several times some lessons, because of an emergency and during that space of time, Super Nathan was out there”

“So….you….kinda knew it?”

“Well I’m not surprised it was you”

“And you still had a crush on Super Nathan, even knowing it was me?”

“I couldn’t know it was really you, it could have also been someone else”

“Well there you’re right”

“Yeah, I check my sources about you more than Alya. But she started doing that as she realized, she was wrong at some aspects.

“Good and you know you can’t tell anyone about my identity? But I know I can trust you” “Of course Nathaniel. Who am I, Chloé?”

“No, you’re my friend,” Told Nathaniel.

“Yeah…..and wait….since you’re dating Miss Vixen….is she Lila in someway?” Questioned the pink-haired girl earning a nod from her friend. “Makes sense”

“Thank god, imagine Lila and Miss Vixen weren’t the same girls and I had a crush on them. I’d be screwed” Responded Nathaniel and the bell of the school rang, calling the students back to class. “We gotta go, now we’re going to listen to Adrien’s presentation”

“I bet he won’t stutter that lot during the presentations as you”

“Hey!” Yelled Nathaniel. “I can’t help myself. I practice it so much, but it still doesn’t work”

“Yeah, you practiced. Right, I believe you”

“I swear I did. The other times I practiced too, the problem is it never comes out the way I want it to”

“I believe you,” Alix said opening the door of the restrooms. “Come, Miss Bustier is sure wondering, why you took so long in the toilet”

“Yeah, most likely,” Nathaniel said leaving the restroom along with his friend.

#miraculous #miraculousladybug #adrimi #adrami #adrigami #kagadrien #Kagami Tsurugi #adrien agreste #Julerose #lukacouffaine #alix kubdel #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathanael kurtberg #super nathan #update #fanfiction #fanfic #wattpad #ao3

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13xwishes · 5 years

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🚼 ( Our ship? ❤️ )

send me a 🚼 and a ship I’ll use a doll-maker to design what I think a child between our two muses would look like

🌟 As You Wish || @snakesandmakeup || A c c e p t i n g 🌟

Shakilla Grant-Gorgon

Parents: Djinni ‘Whisp’ Grant & Viperine Gorgon

Age: 16

Killer Style: Something that gives off flair. Black and gold is always in season and slim. I’m always down with morrocan styles and patterns.

Freaky Flaw: I tend to overreact sometimes like I’ll freak out if even my favorite sweater is missing!

Pet: Fangtasia, one of my mama’s vipers that turned grey.

Favorite Activity: I tend to write scripts from time to time and rehears them over and over.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Being ignored. If you can’t take the time of day to listen, why bother being there? I’m gone, smoke and all.

Favorite Subject: Drama. I think I can act pretty good. Mother tells me I can be dramatic sometimes

Least Favorite Subject: Gym. I’m not really the type to run around or sweat my makeup off.

Favorite Color: Amber

Favorite Food: Booberry pie. Mom makes it the best!

BFF's: I let you know when I made some.

( S o u r c e )

#ic #moon summoned #meme #child #cosmetic whispers #{ tl: future }#snakesandmakeup

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4rtmorelikef4rt · 4 years

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“Native, migrant naturally”

What do you see?

A sculpture of a woman wearing an adorned hat and dressed in a regal dress. She is sat crossed leg on a traditional table with extended arms and legs made out of rope material.

What does this work represent?

This work represents the identity of people with transnational backgrounds and the migrant experience as perceived by women of color.

What is the title of the piece?

Native, migrant naturally

Is there any other text description provided?

Yes

How does the title and additional texts affect the meaning of the work?

The title serves to characterize the woman who is displayed in the sculpture. We know that she represents a migrant woman or woman of color who come for multiple cultural backgrounds

What is the genre or medium of this artwork?

Mixed media sculpture

How does this medium affect the meaning of the artwork?

The materials that make up the sculpture are of different value and come from different places that mimic the spirit of the migrant woman. The description of the piece states: “The work celebrates diversity on a material level [...] and proposes a multifaceted nature of identity.

What materials were used to create the artwork?

Vintage silk wedding sari with gold thread brocade, vintage brass claw furniture cap, steel, copper leaf, copper nails, wood, silk, cotton, sequins, gourd, polyester threads, wax, cowry shells, Victorian doll, eyelashes, silk trim, and pheasant feathers on felt hat plates on Morrocan style side table

What associations do we have with those materials?

The overarching association I make with these materials is wealth, respect and tradition. Especially the vintage silk wedding sari with gold thread brocade that serves as the main dress for the woman.

How large or small is this artwork in relation to the human body?

The piece including the table that it is displayed on comes up to my waist from what I remember.

What meanings or uses can we associate with an object of this scale?

Display, Passive, Dainty

How long will the artwork last?

The themes of identity, culture, traditionalism vs modernism and adaptation are universal and present in every era of history. In that respect, I believe that this piece will last.

Is it especially ephemeral or durable?

Yes because every cultural group can identify with a migrant history and the balance of past traditions and new customs.

How does its duration contribute to the meaning of the piece?

The piece’s duration contributes to the immigrant spirit that is always a relevant story around the world.

What is the setting and surrounding context of the artwork?

The sculptures stand is also a part of the piece. A Morrocan-style side table supports the woman.

How does the context contribute to its meaning?

Adds another element of materials that speak to the artists’ Indian and Asian heritage since the table was hers, to begin with. Does the work provide clues about the time period and culture it was created?

I think that the use of traditional and historically sought after materials such as a vintage wedding Sari, silk, and the victorian doll throw off the fact that this piece was made in 2018 and made as 21st-century commentary.

How does an understanding of the artwork’s place in history or art history affect its meaning?

For this artist and her work, it is very important because the sculpture that she created mirrors herself “as [she] spins stories of splintered experiences of identity, tradition, and culture from the perspective of a woman of color.

What are the strongest visual elements?

What draws the eye most is the hat the woman wears, her dress and the long extended limbs that touch the ground.

How do the formal properties of the artwork embody meaning?

“Female figures are dislocated, detached and in a state of transformation” to link to messages of cultural experiences and identity.

Does the artist’s attitude come through in a way that shows wit or irony?

Possibly in the placement and use of some materials such as the cowry shells for eyes and long polyester threads in place of arms and legs. Also in the use of a victorian doll and the basis for the woman.

How does this gesture affect the meaning of the artwork?

I believe that the artist is rebelling against the notion of women being dainty and frail as the use of a victorian doll would evoke. In place, Banerjee is injecting power, mystery, and regalness into the perception of women of color.

Does the artwork create any immediate physiological response?

Physically getting closer to the piece to notice smaller pieces since the sculture is on the smaller side.

How does it make you feel?

The piece makes me feel regal. The color and materials that are used to create the sculpture evoke a richness that I perceive when I’m just observing the piece. There is also a fantasy element to the sculpture that is explored with the extended limbs of the woman made of rope.

Does it capture a mood, feeling or emotion which you have experienced?

The piece captures pride and regalness. Similar to when you are reclaiming your time and presence in an environment or society that has cast you aside.

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Never Fade Away, part v

BEFORE WE BEGIN: some thoughts.

-im really stressing out bc we’re scheduling classes fr next year and i decided to take ap spanish a year earlier than i was planning n now i CANT TAKE ART MY FAVORITE CLASS WITH MY FAVORITE TEACHER AND FAVORITE ENVIRONMENT n i’ve got a feeling i’m going to fail it but its oaky i guess u kno wat ever

-my hair is hella soft and shiny rn its RL noice thx u morrocan argan oil conditioner

-my writing is getting shittier and shittier i apologize u guys deserve better. hOWever if you’ve got something in mind for me to write hit me up bc im on a block rn with this other request i’ve had for a while now and i need to get dat creativity flowin

-a terrible boy who aint worth my time is once again ruining my life, please send help i cant keep forgiving him and being the one who ends up apologizing when ive done nothing wrong ugh fuck me

-enjoy por favor

It turned out that the event that Jerome had been so looking forward to was a charity ball for Gotham’s Children’s Hospital. About three hours before it was scheduled to begin, you were once again handed over to Barbara and Tabitha to be dolled up again. “Make sure she looks perfect,” Jerome instructed, “But not like she stands out or anything. Can’t have those GCPD bozos trying to take her away from me.” The two women voiced their understanding and kicked him out of the room, but not before he winked at you as you sat on the other side. You were sitting in the same spot you had been in the first time the two women had used you as a life-sized barbie doll. Once they got started, the entire event of getting you ready for the gala went by in a flash. Barbara did your makeup again, however this time it was much less natural-looking. Your eyeshadow was a dark pink to light pink fade, and your cheekbones were lightly contoured. Tabitha was doing your hair again as well, instead this time she kept your hair down; from what you could see in the mirror she was going for a wavy style. The dress hanging on the closet door across the room was crushed pink velvet with spaghetti straps, straight, and ball gown length. Once your face and hair was to their liking, they had you put the dress on behind a divider.

“Hang on,” Barbara said, rummaging through a drawer on the other side of the divider. She handed you something over the top; when you took it you saw it was a black choker. “Wear that. I’ll get ginger in here so we can go.”

Seconds later, she reentered the room with Jerome, whose eyes were being covered by Barbara’s hand. You’d already stepped out from the divider. She let her hand fall and his eyes landed immediately on you. “Wow,” he said in a low voice, “You look absolutely stunning, babygirl. Spectacular.“

“Thank you,” you whispered. He walked over to you, taking your hands in his. He was considerably taller than you, even despite the fact that Barbara and Tabitha had given you a pair of strappy, matte, black heels.

“We can have so much fun when we get back.” He shot his signature evil grin at you, before leading you out the door. ‘Absolutely not,’ you thought to yourself. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.’ The car ride to the event was relatively civil. You didn’t talk, which wasn’t unusual, and as much as you pushed yourself into the car door to keep distance, Jerome still managed to keep a hand on your leg the whole time. You couldn’t let it distract you, however. You were too busy formulating an escape plan in your head. ‘How will I get away from them all? Do I go straight to the police right after, do I lay low for a while instead?’

The events of the night must’ve been entertaining, you were sure, but you were too busy looking around every two seconds in search of an escape route. While Jerome and Barbera were preparing their act backstage, you were kept by Tabitha’s side the whole time. The only thing keeping you from running at every chance was the expertly hidden pocket knife she kept at your side all night. You kept silently praying someone in the crowd would recognize you and say something, but then, what would that’ve meant for the knife at your side? Escaping wasn’t going to be easy, but you would be damned if you knew you had let the opportunity for freedom pass because of a piece of metal with a point. Before the show started, Tabitha had dragged you along with her to a dark corner in an unoccupied hallway. She stood facing you and moved the pocketknife away. “Listen,” she started, “I don’t want to have to keep you locked up after tonight. Theo has something planned tonight, and I want to help you get away when it’s all over.”

Your jaw just about dropped to the floor. You were dumbstruck! “I- I don’t understand…” you stammered.

“Look, just- just hear me out.” You nodded. “If I let you escape, you have to promise you won’t tell the cops about the rest of us. Just tell them that when Jerome had you, he was alone. No accomplices. No roommates. None of us. Just him. The police tells the news what you told them, and you’ll be fine. Theo won’t try to come after you if he thinks you got him off the hook. Got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. You’re a good kid, (y/n). You deserve to move past all this. You didn’t deserve any of it. So can I trust you not to run your mouth?”

“Of course. Thank you, Tabitha.” You meant it. You had no hard feelings towards her, or even Barbara for that matter. They were nice to you the whole time, what’s the difference if they were both a little whack? They weren’t the ones who kidnapped you or held you hostage. Tabitha was literally helping you escape. You would always be grateful for that.

She smiled. “I still have to keep this on you though,” she motioned to the knife. “For the sake of convincing Theo I’m not planning anything.” You could understand that. Once you reached your table. You did your best to hide your face from the rest of the crowd. You didn’t want someone spotting you now and ruining your whole plan, that would just end badly.

The events of the night flew by, up until when Jerome highjacked the magician’s bit and started killing people. Some in the crowd had escaped, but the majority of them, like you, were not as fortunate. Then, of course, there were the bits where GCPD detective, Jim Gordon, tried to intervene (if only for a minute or so), and when Jerome tried to kill Bruce Wayne, but none of that was as shocking as what happened next.

Theo Galavan, his mentor and leader, betrayed his trust and murdered him on the stage. You couldn’t help but react a bit shocked- despite what he had put you through, a stab to the throat seemed to be a very unleasant way to go. As soon as the knife was lodged in his neck and Barbara had escaped, everyone at the gala immediately fled, seemingly afraid that something worse was coming if they stayed there any longer. Tabitha did her best to guide you away from Theo’s view, pushing you into the crowd so you could blend in. You turned around and your sight of her was lost; maybe in order to help you gain some escape time against her brother.

When the cool, refreshing night air hit your face, you cried. You immediately started searching for the police when a strong hand came down on your shoulder. Your head snapped around to find the source, and you found yourself in front of a man wearing a GCPD badge. “Oh my God. (y/n) (y/ln)?” The man asked you.

As much as you had been crying before, you were full out sobbing now. “Yes,” you choked out, nodding your head. You weren’t sure how to respond to the situation at hand. Your captor was dead, you were free, standing next to one of the only people who had any control over the madness of that God-forsaken city, and you were alive. You barely knew what to say next, so you said the first thing you thought of. “I wanna go home,” you cried.

The ride back to the GCPD precinct was quiet, but you didn’t mind. The detective, who actually ended up being the infamous Jim Gordon, had given you a blanket before putting you in the car and calling your family to let them know that you’d been found, and you were alive and unharmed. Before being allowed to go back home, you had to be taken in to give an official statement. When you arrived, you had been given a change of clothes- a t-shirt and some sweatpants- and a big mug of coffee, your blanket still hanging around your shoulders. You were sat down on the other side of Gordon’s desk when the official recording started. “Just say what happened.”

“Um, well Jerome, he- I was walking home from school on the day that I was taken and he kidnapped me then- it was just him, I never saw anyone else. And he kept me locked up-he never did anything to me, just talked, but I think he must’ve had an obsession.”

Gordon interrupted. “Why do you say that?”

“He- he always kept talking about how he thought I was ‘his’ like he- like he owned me, or something… he liked pet names a lot. And then tonight, he brought me to the gala, he said he wanted to ‘show me off’, or something dumb like that. The only reason I didn’t run during was because he said if I tried anything, he’d kill my family, that he had them tied up somewhere. So I stayed where I was until that man killed him. Then I ran.”

He switched off the tape recorder. “Thanks for cooperating. Your family is on their way.” He stood up to go finish his work. “And, (y/n)-” he stopped to face you. “I’m really sorry about what happened to you. You seem like a good kid. You didn’t deserve any of that. I'll have one of the guys escort you and your family home. And-... I'd recommend group therapy... or something like that. To help you cope.”

“Thank you. For everything. And... I'm sure my parents will be on board with that. ”

The reunion with your family was full of tears and hugs. Your parents had bags under their eyes, they looked like that hadn’t slept in weeks. You embraced each other in the steps of the precinct, falling to your knees. You couldn't tell how long you all had been like that, but eventually you were led back to your home by one of the officers. The night was indescribably emotional and full of tears.

Your story was on the news for a week or so, and afterwards, it faded into the background. The only reason it was such a popular story was because of the fact that Jerome was involved. There were hundreds of kidnappings every week in Gotham, and most of them went unnoticed by the media. But they had a field day with you. Apparently during his raid of the GCPD, he mentioned how he was the one who had taken you, and that's why the police were in such a hurry to find you.

Your parents signed you into a hospital 3 weeks later. You had been mostly back to normal since you had been recovered, so they weren't expecting your sudden mental breakdown at all. The full weight of your trauma hadn't hit until then, and then suddenly it came crashing all at once. It started with you having random outbursts or crying here and there, but then your handle over the situation deteriorated. Next, you stopped eating. You couldn't risk it without being sick. Then, you stopped leaving your room. This went on for a few weeks until one day, you passed out on the stairs.

You had never really been a depressed kid before, so this was alarming to your family. Your time spent in theater had molded you into an extroverted, generally happy, and energetic person. When the light disappeared from your eyes and smile and were replaced by hollow, sunken cheeks and dark circles around your eyes, you all knew something was wrong. The doctors diagnosed PTSD and recommended 2 weeks in the hospital for your recovery.

You had lots of visitors, and that made you happy, but you could no longer express that happiness. You were put on mild medication, which helped, and you started feeling better as time went by. Most of your visitors were friends and family, but sometimes other people would come. Most of the time, they were Jerome fanatics. There must've been a cult of them or something, because every time it was a different person or group of people. They idolized him, and, by association, you. They saw Jerome as a messiah and you as his 'chosen one'. They always tried to get you to tell them about him, and at first you did.

"Well, he's... extravagant, for sure," you'd say. "He never hurt me, necessarily, but I mean, he killed people. He was a bad dude. I'm glad he's gone." This, of course, upset them. They were convinced he was just a rebel against authority and believed he could do no wrong, which is why you requested they stop being allowed to visit. This didn't mean the cult stopped keeping tabs on you, however. It just meant they had to keep their distance in order to keep you in their plans to resurrect Jerome and reunite him with you.

-THat was a shit cut off point i know and i'm sorry, im just tired and this took a long time

-j man will be back in the next installment of this series so don't worry ya lil brains

-PLEASE REQUEST STFF IM SO BORED AND NEVER BUSY AT ALL AND I NEED TO START BEING CREATIVE AND WRITING AGAIN

-my art class sketchbook is looking killer im so proud of her she's beautiful and if u want to see any of the works in here let me know i want to share ehr with you all

-my depression has been pretty subsided lately and that makes me super happy!! i mean like i still never do shit anyways but like at least im starting to be less sad about it i guess

WELL THERE U HAVE IT THATS AL L FOR TONIGHT FRIENDS

#jerome #jerome valeska #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska gotham #gotham #gotham imagine #cameron monaghan imagine #imagine #reader insert #reader insert gotham

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International Girls on Film

Liv McMahon

It was last year that Jill Soloway gave their master class keynote lecture for the Toronto International Film Festival on the female gaze, over 40 years on from Mulvey’s landmark proposal of the male gaze. The talk was hilarious but damning in its critique of the cishet, cinematic patriarchal powers that be, whose gaze encompasses nothing short of ‘…um, well, everything — pretty much everything you’ve ever seen, most TV shows, all movies,’ according to Soloway. Creator of tv-sensation Transparent, Soloway pleads for cismale cinophiles to relinquish their grasp on a gaze that is still writing the rules of female attractiveness on and off-screen. It’s all well and good to discuss smashing the celluloid ceiling, but the omission of non-white, women of colour, and non-Western influences from the cinematic canon and even the conversation is perhaps too often neglected. If “art is propaganda for the self”, as Soloway so convincingly claims, why aren’t we more concerned with those who have to fight twice as hard to represent themselves and experiences so unlike our own?

The means of self-representation have been long denied to Middle Eastern societies, its internal divides and conflicts amplified by a longstanding segregation between East and West; our Orientalist and Colonialist Western tendencies linger dangerously as we turn away from their cultural richness as quickly as we once upon a time seized to lay claim to it. As we continue to situate what lies outside our typically white, Western worldview, the so-called ‘third world’ and the mass of culture such generalisations ironically encompass is thriving on the fringes of our slim social perceptions and representations. The growing visibility of women in society and the workplace, behind and in front of the camera, has led to new language and methods allowing women to own their subjectivity. Lena Dunham and Sofia Coppola are just a few female directors lauded for asserting a whimsical, white womanhood on-screen. But do their familiarly privileged protagonists not also represent the ‘propaganda that protects and perpetuates privilege’ which Soloway attributes solely to the male gaze?

Numerous films attempt to bridge the boundaries built and maintained by the institution of the West and its Hollywood hub. A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night, by Ana Lily Amirpour is a ground-breakingly seductive disruption to a Western, white-feminist frame of film reference. Nor, as its title seemingly suggests, does its protagonist permit her streets to be mere sites of unpoliced male tyranny and extreme female vulnerability. Amirpour’s film plays as much with expectation as it does geographical location and film convention; the Bad City generated by the sombre film-noir aesthetic sits suspended between Eastern and Western influences, recalling simultaneously the stylishness of the New Wave and Sin City’s grit and modernity. Mimicking the peculiar hybridity of the film’s style and genre, and Amirpour’s background as an American-Iranian director, the Girl appears at one moment a doll-like incarnation of Anna Karina and skateboards through empty streets prowling for victims the next. It is easy to see Amirpour’s mission to create moments and mementos of magical realism for audiences; her Girl dances strangely and alone in her room in one scene fit for a brilliantly weird David Lynch feature, and later returns to it with male protagonist Arash, embracing him as White Lies’ ‘Death’ resounds dreamily in the background. Envisioning an in-between, upside-down world where men are the prey to a vampirish female predator Amirpour changes a dominant narrative – it is her Girl who wondrously commands the (anti)hero role, not James Dean-esque Arash. What Mark Kermode labelled the ‘East-West girl power’ in A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night finds itself personified in the ardently female gaze and lens of French-Morrocan Houda Benyamina’s Divines (2016), American-Iranian Maryam Keshararz’ Circumstance (2011) and Pakistani Afia Nathaniel’s Dukhtar (2014), to name but a few. Across all four films is a constant hybridity of characterisation, nationality, sexuality, ethnicity, style and substance, always as complex and nuanced as the very foundations of female gaze and female subjectivity itself.

Amirpour, Benyamina, Keshararz and Nathaniel are all rebels with a cause that sadly but unsurprisingly continues to go unnoticed in a cinema industry that is ‘white, bourgeois and racist’, as Benyamina bluntly puts it. These women, like Soloway, are reclaiming spaces of otherness and expanding our cinematic horizons, allowing the female gaze its full potential as a ‘cultural critic’ as Soloway laid claim to in her keynote speech. Yet, to privilege the Western culture and subjectivity of the female gaze does all but fail to call out the harmfully heteronormative tradition still operating with critical and commercial success on our screens. More importantly, it potentially fails an international audience of women who deserve to look back on themselves through their own lens.

Illustration by: Yivon Cheng

#culture

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Bad at Sports Sunday Comics with Tara Booth

By Krystal DiFronzo

Tara Booth’s work is an assertive clash of color that depicts the most humbling and sticky situations. Some relatable moments include trying to pee while wearing a romper, cutting bangs into near oblivion, and stoned Amazon shopping (with the resulting surprise package hangover). My first introduction to Booth’s comics were through her Tumblr back in the golden age of cartoonists using that platform. Since then she’s had her work published by kuš! and Colorama. She regularly posts comics and in progress work on her Instagram @tarabooth.

Krystal DiFronzo: The first thing I noticed about your comics is the density of information, there’s so much color and pattern all piled on top of each other! Also you use gouache like a painter, not like a cartoonist coloring between lines. The ghost layers of paint create this constant atmospheric movement. The reader is made aware of the hand and medium, unlike traditional pen and ink comics. Do you have a background in painting prior to your comics? If so, why the transition to comics or are they all part of a single practice?

Tara Booth: I studied painting and graduated with a BFA at Tyler School of Art. I used to work on big 4×5 foot canvases that I built, stretched, gessoed, and sanded over and over. This time-consuming preparation, combined with the preciousness of the material gradually grated on me. I appreciate the importance of these processes and I’m happy to have access to this skill set, but it wasn’t something that I ever wanted to include in my everyday art practice (due to my extreme and often debilitating impulsivity). Producing work in art school wasn’t a problem for me, but I wasn’t a great student. It became increasingly difficult to connect to ideas being taught in my painting and art theory classes, which were focused more on abstraction and conceptualism than direct representation or narrative, which is where my interest had always been. The language and concepts we studied felt really inaccessible and detached from my experiences as a highly-dramatic, drunk 21-year-old. I started to focus more on folk art, Lowbrow, and self-taught artists. I began reading more comics, and decided I wanted to make paintings that were direct, accessible, and inexpensive to produce—so I transitioned to working on paper with gouache, with the ambition of eventually making my own comics.

KD: Your comics also have a lot of unusual formatting choices that affect how you read it. They don’t have any formal paneling or gutters, they flow across the page almost like an animation or a Muybridge study. You can read the comic either left to right or as a single-paged composition. They are also predominantly dialogue-less other than their titles. What made you come to these decisions? What’s your planning process like?

TB: The unusual formatting in my comics isn’t something that I had planned. For the longest time I felt really stunted by my background in traditional painting. I bought a bunch of comics, and attempted to mirror the techniques I saw, but working in panels always felt totally awkward. I had little experience with Photoshop, storytelling, principles of design… teaching myself how to make a comic felt like an uphill battle. Five years after graduation, I still hadn’t produced anything solid. I had kind of given up, and finally decided that making a shitty comic was better than not making anything at all—that I should worry less about what I think a comic is supposed to look like, and more on painting within the realm of my own abilities. Once I threw all of my preconceived notions out the window and forced myself to get to work, I actually started to get recognition for what I was doing rather quickly. Embracing some of my naivety and focusing on the painterly qualities in my work has compensated for whatever technical obstacles stood in my way. I still struggle with using text in my work. Until I’m more comfortable with my writing, I’m relying symbols, visual cues, facial expressions, and body language to tell my stories.

I like that you mention Muybridge studies, I look at them all the time. They’re one of my main influences. I love them!

KD: It’s a common trope of comics or animation that characters wear the same outfit. Like opening up a closet to rows of one identical dress. Your stand-in wears such incredible outfits in every comic, they almost become characters themselves. Do you have an interest in design? (Please make Fantomah leggings a reality.)

TB: Ha! I would love to work in textile design. In a failed attempt to simplify my life, I’ve ended up with a pretty boring wardrobe. I like to use my little avatar as a paper doll, dressing her up in outfits that I wish I owned myself. (Does anyone want to offer me a job?) I also use the clothing as a way to explore difference ways of drawing. To find different ways to use line, play around with abstraction and incorporate more surreal subject matter. I spend so much time working on this one body of work, I haven’t been prioritizing stylistic experimentation. It’s nice to have tiny t-shirt shaped opportunities to paint in ways that might feel separate from my comics practice.

KD: I’m emailing you while you’re at Printed Matter’s LA Book Fair, what was the show like for you? Could you talk about your new book with Colorama?

TB: The Art Book Fair was great! Like plenty of other artists I have a lot of anxiety in social situations, so it was stressful for me, but wow—so much of that melted away as the fair went on. It felt amazing to be surrounded by so many talented people, beautiful books, and all of the supporters who make this stuff possible. I was able to spy on a lot of my instragam art crushes. I loved watching how excited people were to buy my work. I got to see them laugh as they flipped through my prints, and I had some fun conversations. A few people even brought me gifts! But the most important and exciting part of the Art Book Fair was finally meeting my publisher, Johanna! She runs Colorama, a publishing house in Berlin. We’ve been communicating through email for months now, and it felt like the best blind date ever. The book she published for me, “D.U.I.I”. is the riso printed story of one of the most awful experiences I’ve had. It was also one of the most beneficial things that has ever happened to me. I got a DUII in February 2016. I’m an alcoholic, and this was the culmination of years of increasingly toxic behavior. Court ordered sobriety seems to be the motivation that I needed to change. I’m incredibly thankful that I didn’t hurt anyone. It’s a humiliating story to tell, but I felt a compulsion to draw it all out. I feel so lucky that Colorama decided to work on this project with me. It’s very different from my more popular, colorful work. I’m still dealing with the stressful and expensive results of that experience. Making the book was a huge part of the process of working through it. I tried to lighten it up a bit and make it silly—but yeah, its all true.

KD: Your work is true to life but veers into the surreal. It feels like it’s in the same vein as work by Julie Doucet, Gabrielle Bell, or Dori Seda. Artists who told confessional stories of humiliation and embarrassment but added fantastical elements for comedic or therapeutic effect. What about writing semi-autobiographical work interests you? Do you see yourself leaning more towards fiction or towards memoir?

TB: I’ve always been drawn to autobiographies, in comics and in literature. I really admire a lot of the artists you mention, and confessional work like theirs is part of what inspired me to make comics to begin with. For years I’ve kept a diary filled with drawings, but its tricky. Really putting yourself out there is scary. The paintings that I post publicly, while totally based on my daily life, are drastically different in tone and content than what you might find in my journals. My comics are embarrassing, funny, absurd, relatable… they can be sad, but I think it’s easy to see how I use humor and fantasy as a way of dodging some of the more raw and dangerous territory that can make autobiography so potent. I’m glad that my drawings make people laugh, I don’t want to take myself too seriously and I’ll always make silly drawings… I guess I just hope that as I continue to make comics, I’ll find a way to add more depth to my practice, whether it’s by working on developing more complex fictional stories, or by being brave enough to express some of the heavier, and maybe less palatable aspects of my life.

KD: Outside of comics, what artists or media makers are inspiring you right now?

TB: Well, first I’d like to say how incredibly inspired I am by artists like Marie Jacotey and Aidan Koch, whose work transcends the world of comics. I want the space between the comics world and the art world to keep getting smaller and smaller. These two stand out in my mind as artists that are helping to bridge that gap. I’d love to be a part of that transition. I’m always discovering new painters. Some of my favorites are Misaki Kawai, Austin Lee, Mogu Takahashi, Katherine Bernhardt (I’m inspired both by her paintings, and by the gorgeous Morrocan rugs that she sells) and Danny Fox. These people remind me of how powerful one large stand alone image can be. I follow the work of so many illustrators, but my favorites are probably Aart-jan Venema and Monika Forsberg, I’m always trying to figure how they do what they do. Who else… there’s a lot of really interesting stuff happening with ceramics that makes me want to get my hands on some clay. Benjamin Phillips is making great pots, it looks like it could be really fun to work in that style. Clay reminds me of Janie Korn, who makes really fun claymation shorts. Having access to all of these creative minds through social media sheds light on the infinite avenues that I want to explore in the future.

To order D.U.I.I, head to the COLORAMA webstore.

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