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kustas · 2 years

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Finally watched the CSM opening, I'm blown away by the animation but it's more worrying than exciting. These shots are insanely detailed in animation and compositing, and there's already been reports of worker abuse at Mappa - a (french) article I read two days ago interviewed an animator saying they had to animate a whole minute by themself (for comparison the dayly average for hand drawn animation in France is around two seconds) and has contracted carpal tunnel syndrome at the layout stage. That is, the first stage of planning after a finished storyboard. This is before actually animating all frames.

Given Crunchyroll has also been exposed recently for paying it's dub actors a few hundreds of dollars per person, per role, and that regarding Mappa, actual information about working conditions are mostly kept secret, it could be way worst.

This isn't to say don't watch Chainsaw man, it does look extremely dope and beautifully made. But if you're enjoying the show and others like it, and are genuinely passionate about animation, please try to be mindful of the conditions in which these shows are made. I don't think I'll be able to watch it myself after learning about this without a ball in my throat and for now will opt out.

Translated excerpts from the linked article below.

To meet Mappa studio leads, you need to [present yourself as harmless]. Some topics, like working conditions in the studio, are taboo.

Mappa's style goes against traditional Japanese animation's style, most often semi-realistic. A demanding style, not for everyone [...] With eight series currently in production at Mappa and animators "in a state of utter fatigue", it is hard to follow this market undergoing constant expansion.

Mappa's working conditions are getting more and more called out [among animators]. "If you don't talk to the animators you will never hear about the working conditions", laments one of them, under the cover of anonymousity.

While Mappa does not necessarily pay more than other studios, its productions often have higher budgets. And if animators from all around the world rush to work there it's because of the aura of these projects. "That's precisely why I am not working for them," says a big name from the industry. "I find that Mappa abuses of the aura it has to enslave young people, who are fans of animation and of these franchises"

#chainsaw man #anime industry #it's the dashboard killjoy who can see the workload behind the cartoons again hi everyone

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cryptotheism · 11 months

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Tediore actually was the villain of the new Tales from the Borderlands iirc

Yeah and they look boring. The Borderlands series is my favorite type of media to consume because it's so almost good. I love any Strong B+ type shit that could have been cool if you changed like two things. It inspires a man!

Borderlands 1: Nothing writing. Solid base of mechanics for a fun series.

Borderlands 2: Mechanically fun. Some pretty dope environments. Flashes of genuinely good writing contrasted with actively awful writing.

Pirate DLC: Forgettable writing, but had some dope set piece fights. Carried by the strength of it's setting alone. Fun mechanically. Forgettable writing.

Torgue DLC: Grating and annoying.

Hammerlocks Hunt: "I'm sure gearbox will handle the African big game hunt themed DLC well. What could possibly go wrong."

Tiny Tina DLC: Honestly more enjoyable than the base game. A genuinely fun concept that manages to hold back the annoying quips long enough to flesh out Tiny Fucking Tina of all characters??? What's wild is it WORKS. Imo it successfully walks the line of madcap humor and commentary on its own uberviolence, exploring how Tina's LMAO random XD persona is a safety blanket. At her core she is a traumatized child who has lost another father figure. It's Tina using the player as an instrument of uberviolent fantasy justice to process her grief and against all odds it works PERFECTLY with the tone of Borderlands.

Pre-Sequel: Literally everything interesting in this game happens in like, flavor text. Expanding on the villains of 2 is a cool idea. Seeing Jack become Jack is neat, but honestly didn't do much for me. Forgettable environments. Mid gameplay. Felt like a test run for 3. The Dahl mercenaries were a missed opportunity. I remember a single quest that got a real laugh out of me: the one where it's revealed that the respawn station voice isn't pre-recorded, it's a live lady who has now been captured by bandits, who are making her say cringe shit on the intercom.

Borderlands 3: A master class in environmental and level design. Every character is extremely fun to play. I love the Eden-6 Louisiana Dinosaur Jungle. I love the Maliwan Corporate City. I fucking LOVED Nekrotefayo. "Evil twitch streamers" was a brilliant choice that the writers legendarily fumbled. Main Villain should have been the Maliwan twerp. The Danny Devito Indiana Jones character fits in the world but needed way more time in the oven. Making him the Calypsos dad was a bizarre choice.

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daresplaining · 2 months

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Mattea Murdock, the Daredevil Drummer of Philly

In celebration of the forthcoming new Spider-Punk: Arms Race series (not to mention Hobie stealing scenes in "Across the Spider-Verse" last year), I wanted to finally write up my long-overdue overview post on Mattea Murdock! If you haven't read her introductory run yet, check it out here.

Mattea truly stands on her own in the wide canon of alternate universe DDs. She is a female Daredevil, she is Latina, and she somehow managed to escape Marvel's NYC gravity and base herself in Philadelphia, where she defends its citizens from violence and exploitation. Hobie and his self-styled Spider-Band encounter her in Spider-Punk (2022) #3, when they make a detour to fix the busted Spider-Van. They are all immediately-- and correctly-- impressed.

Mattea: "Yo, Kam!" Hobie: "Wait, you know each other?!" Kamala: "Duh! You think I wouldn't know the Daredevil Drummer of Philly?" Hobie: "You're a drummer too?" Mattea: "Best in town." Hobie: "Oh man, my friend Gwen is a pretty dope drummer too. I think y'all would definitely get along." Mattea: "Hope they're ready to get outplayed by a pretty, blind girl." Spider-Punk vol. 1 #3 by Cody Ziglar, Justin Mason, Jim Charalampidis, and Travis Lanham

I talked a little about her killer character/costume design when she was first introduced (I was a fool; of course she's blind), and my love for her look has only grown. It's badass, distinctive, and it slots her beautifully into Hobie's punk rock world while still evoking that trademark Daredevil image (red, sticks, pointy bits...). Her irises are red, which is a visual choice I enjoy in more heightened, fantastical DD stories/art styles, and I think it works for Mattea. Heck, I could even imagine them being colored contact lenses she's chosen to wear for the aesthetic. Also, one detail that wasn't in the previews is the fun little laughing devil face on the back of her jacket (I'm not punk rock enough to get the reference if it is one, but it reminds me of Darkdevil):

Of course, always a big priority for me is Daredevil's power-set, and Mattea provides a quick primer on her unique perspective, mostly focused on hearing and the radar sense:

Mattea: "What? You think just 'cause I'm a blind girl, I can't see? Echolocation, my abuelas used to call it. But it's more intimate. Instinctual. Can hear a kick drum from ten blocks away. Can see it too. If I think hard enough, I can even see what the garage it's being played in looks like." Hobie: "Yo, are you doing it right now?" Riri: "She's definitely doing it right now."

This is not my favorite description of Daredevil's powers, nor-- to be honest-- a particularly informative one. She can gather spatial information through walls...from ten blocks away? I also never love an overuse of visual language in any explanation of these powers, especially as it's implied that Mattea, like Matt, is completely blind. Surprisingly, no direct mention is made here of the hypersenses as a whole, beyond the reference to hearing a kick drum from ten blocks away. Even her hearing doesn't receive that much attention in the story overall, which feels like a missed opportunity for such a musical character. Her blindness, too, is pretty much irrelevant to the story, and never comes up again. But I do LOVE that she uses the term "echolocation", though is still very clearly the radar sense, in all its vague, undefined, semi-magic glory.

And visually? This is great. I'm always a fan of the cross-hatching visual, especially against a black background, and artist Justin Mason doesn't go too overboard on the detail, which is another preference of mine. And thematically, I love the ways in which Mattea's drummer identity is tied into her superheroics-- not just for laying a beatdown on bad guys, but also for channelling and enhancing her echolocation/radar sense. One of my favorite scenes in the comic is when she plays a drum solo on a roof edge to scope out the Kingpin's lair. I'm willing, in that moment, to ignore any gripes about radar sense irregularities out of respect for the coolness and thematic heft of the concept. I mean, this rocks:

Mattea: "Come on, show me the good stuff."

At the end of the day, though, this is not a Daredevil comic and Mattea is not the main character. Plus, it's only five issues long, and introduces a bunch of other new characters as well. There was only ever going to be room for the creative team to offer a cursory introduction, hopefully generating enough interest to prompt these characters to appear again in other comics. In that, I think they fully succeeded with Mattea; we get a cursory sense of her powers (or at least, enough to show that they're the normal DD set), her personality (delightfully cocky, playful, tough, fearless), a few hints of her backstory, and some truly kickass fight scenes. There's a bit of suspension of disbelief required to believe she can use drumsticks as a stand-in for billy clubs (unless her drumsticks are made of something really hefty-- and hey, maybe they are), but this is Spider-Punk. Hobie killed Norman Osborn with a guitar--twice. It's not about realism, it's about style.

Mattea: "Been waiting for this for a long time, Fisk. Real long time." Fisk: "I'm going to break you, li'l girl--AWGGH!" Mattea: "Big, strong man who sends out his band of wackos to push over people too weak to fight back." Fisk: "Wouldn't get too cocky, girlie...you're not the only one who's fast! I'm gonna hurt ya. A lot. Then I'm gonna kill ya. And I'm gonna love every second of it. You know, this is the same look you had when I had your old band clapped a few years back. I like it. Brings out your eyes--GAAAH!" Mattea: "There's something you need to understand about me, papi. I'm not the kinda girl who goes down without a fight."

I can't wait to see more of Mattea and learn more about her, her world, her friends, and her enemies. In particular, she seems to have a history (possibly romantic?) with this world's Kamala Khan, and I would love to see more of that relationship. While Mattea Murdock clearly has a lot in common with Matt Murdock, she also seems happy to be a team player, unlike Matt, and I really enjoy that. Though I guess it's not that surprising a distinction. After all, every drummer needs a band.

#Spider-Punk vol. 1 #Daredevil #Mattea Murdock #Spider-Punk #Hobie Brown #Spider-Band #Commentary #ID in alt text

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kittyball23 · 2 months

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Morning Songs and Surprises (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: As the Main 7 gather, Branch and Poppy turn out to be missing... where are they?

A/N: An idea for how part 4 might start :3

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Whenever there were Trolls, and a good mood in the air, there was always bound to be a song.

And, sure enough, there was.

Having just arrived from her home in Putt Putt Village, Viva prancing excitedly throughout Pop Village, appreciating the fresh, fun-filled atmosphere that her hometown provided that morning. Clay - her right-hand man and best friend - was right by her side, just as excited as she was, and joined in with the song she was singing.

“I got a feeling,

That tonight’s gonna be a good night,

That tonight’s gonna be a good, good night,

I got a feeling!”

It wasn’t long before they saw the long, distinctive purple hair of Clay’s older brother, Bruce. The Troll grooved his way into their path and also offered a tune.

“Oh, oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah

I get a feeling that I never never never never had before, no no

I get a good feeling, yeah!”

He beamed when he saw his younger bro. “Yo, Clay!”

“Yo, Bruce!”

The brothers greeted each other with a series of fistbumps and claps that they so loved to do. “How’ve you been, man?” Clay asked.

“Oh, you know,” Bruce said. “It’s an islander’s life for me! Wife and kids are good, looking forward to seeing their Uncle Clay again,” he chuckled. Then, in a lower voice, he asked, “Any progress between the two of you?” He gestured to Viva behind his lime-green-haired brother.

“Bruce! I told you not to mention that!” he hissed urgently.

“Progress with what?” Viva asked curiously.

Clay blushed. “Nothing! Oh, hey, look, there’s John Dory!”

He was right. John Dory was impossible to miss. Not only did he drive around in an enormous, friendly caterbus named Rhonda, but he himself had a very boisterous personality.

“Wake me up before you go-go

'Cause I'm not planning on going solo,” he sang, “Wake me up before you go-go, ah, Take me dancing tonight, I wanna hit that high, yeah, yeah!!”

In his typical, physical manner, he swept his bros in for hugs, noogying their purple and lime-green heads.

“Hey, man, go easy on the hair!” Clay groaned after he was released.

John Dory glanced at the mop of messy locks and huffed. “Hmph! It’s not like it’ll matter anyway.”

Viva was ecstatic. “We’re almost all here!” she said, after doing a brief headcount to herself. “I think we’re missing - “

“Floyd!” the bros suddenly cried, seeing the serene, magenta-haired Troll gracefully glide over to them, his voice sweet and soothing when he sang.

“My youth, my youth is yours

A truth so loud you can't ignore

My youth, my youth, my youth

My youth is yours….”

“Yay!” Viva shouted, giving him his greeting hug. “Now, that just leaves Branch and Poppy! Have you seen them, Floyd?”

“Actually, no,” Floyd admitted.

“No? Bro, I thought you were roomies!” John Dory said, remembering how Floyd had shacked up with Branch in his bunker after the entire ordeal in Mount Rageous was over.

The Troll shrugged. “I guess he must have left before I woke up.”

“Oh,” Viva said, wondering what to do from here. She grinned when she saw a certain sparkly baby bounce by, rapping a song.

“Every time you see me

That Tiny’s just so hype

I'm dope on the floor

And I'm magic on the mic

Now, why would I ever

Stop doing this?

With others making records

That just don't hit!”

“Tiny Diamond!” the Putt Putt Queen gushed. “Have you seen my sis and their bro?”

“Oh, you mean Uncle Branch and Auntie Poppy?” he asked, nodding his head. “I sure as heck did! I think they went off, um, this way! Come on!” He waved his glittery hand for her and the bros to follow. They scurried along behind him, and came across some bushes.

“I think it was just behind here!” he said, parting the leaves and calling out. “Hey, Uncle Branch! Aunt Poppy! Your siblings are here to see youEEEWWWWWW!” Tiny Diamond cut himself off, grossed out. “Cover your eyes, people! Cover your EYES!!”

Viva, Clay, Bruce, John Dory, and Clay all saw the reason why Tiny had reacted so, because what he had unveiled was indeed Poppy and Branch - and they were kissing!

“Oh!” Floyd blushed, and looked away to give them some space.

“WhoaHO!” John Dory exclaimed, grinning broadly.

“WOW!” Viva squealed, delighted to see her sister and her boyfriend so in love.

“Nice,” Bruce and Clay said at the same time, fistbumping again.

“What's wrong with y'all? This is gross!” Tiny grumbled, and then to Poppy and Branch said, “Get a room!”

“Oh, hi guys!” Poppy greeted, her cheeks notably pinker than the rest of her.

Branch was not so cheerful as his girlfriend at having his romantic makeout session interrupted.

“Come on, guys… haven’t you ever heard of privacy?!”

__________________________________________ A/N: Songs used are "I Got a Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas, "Good Feeling" by FloRida, "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham!, "YOUTH" by Troye Sivan, and "Can't Touch This" by MC Hammer :)

#trolls #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #brodacious fanfiction

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 7 months

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Cocaine Bear

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~700

Summary: You and Wanda watch a weird movie

A/N: This contains spoilers for Cocaine Bear!! So beware... this is just a short little fluffy thing

Warnings: Fluff and crack

“Wands, we don’t have to keep watching this.”

“It’s a little…”

Wanda trails off as she tries to find words to describe how ridiculous this movie is. She’s not sure if it’s supposed to be more of a comedy than horror, but she’s struggling to figure it out even as they’re 50 minutes in. She’s finding it hard to be scared and she’s mostly just laughing at the fact that this bear is so doped up it’s attacking people for more drugs.

It shouldn’t be funny, but Wanda finds herself bursting into fits of giggles whenever someone looks so shocked to see a bear just chilling with white dust on his nose while eating his latest victim. She curls up next to you and shakes her head at the idea of stopping. They somehow have an hour left, but now she needs to know how it ends. You decide to humor her and you laugh slightly before just nodding and lying back to watch Wanda more than you watch the movie.

“I don’t know if that much cocaine would cause this, versus just killing him.”

Wanda shushes you gently before snuggling closer to you with a yawn. You shouldn’t even be trying to make sense of this movie, but this is what you tend to do when things don’t keep your interest. You try to rationalize them and usually it’s enough to distract you from the horrible plot. In this case you have Wanda to thank for that and you can’t help but smile as she near cackles as the ‘cocaine bear’ collapses on someone you think is a criminal. It only takes someone dropping their cocaine for it to jump up and swallow the whole thing.

“What is happening?”

As soon as you speak up the bear starts dancing with the poor man that he’d been lying on earlier. You both just watch in silence as the bear who had just been identified as a female, bathes in a shower of cocaine. Your mouth is still hanging open as the movie gets a little sad, but the hunt for the bear that’s run off continues. You shift on the couch and groan as you try and push Boone’s butt out of the way.

“Are they just all arguing while he kicks those cubs?”

You frown in annoyance as one character continues to a greedy asshole while the bear gets another high. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the fact that this bear has done more cocaine than anyone you know. You wonder how many more hits she’ll get before the movie ends. Wanda’s eyes are closed but she’s still listening to the chaos that erupts on screen. You continue to eat popcorn as your wife mostly just rests her head on your lap.

Once the movie’s over you just huff before glancing at the clock with a small smile. You run your fingers through your wife’s hair to see if she’ll stir but she seems very comfortable so you just let her rest.

“That was 90 minutes of my life I won’t get back, but at least I spent it with you.”

You hear Wanda laugh at this and a few seconds later she’s sitting up so she can kiss you. She looks over to Boone to see he’s curled up in a ball at the end of the couch with Fletcher stepping all over him. He grumbles but tolerates his fur sister being annoying, so Wanda turns her attention to you with a smile.

“We can watch something else.”

You’d already been thinking of what movie to watch next at the 20-minute mark of this one. You had an animated movie that you really wanted to watch. It was based off of the series, and you were already searching for it as Wanda reaches over you to pet her cat. As expected, Fletcher steps on your lap to get to her mom and you just smirk before starting The Bob’s Burgers Movie.

“This movie is going to be so much better. I promise.”

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#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #sliver springs drabble #silver springs au #mob au

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kingsmoot · 7 months

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please talk about westerosi marriage law

bless

this line from sansa made me think again about the gendered expectations/frameworks that make marriage vows different from other legally binding vows in westeros

westeros is a culture + legal system built on vow-swearing, and keeping the vows your swore regardless of where that puts you morally is like one of the core themes of the series as a whole (dozens of examples of this ofc but a prominent one is jaime killing aerys)

when a man marries a woman in westeros she (as well as her inherited lands and titles if she does not have any male heirs/successors) becomes his property. a part of his house and solely responsible for the legal and mechanical continuation of his lineage.

it's very interesting (devastating, heart breaking, incoherent scream-inducing) that not only do robb and cat concede that there is nothing to be done now that sansa is married to tyrion (besides killing tyrion and making her a widow) but sansa also believes this

sansa who goes to the godswood and the sept every day to pray that every lannister dies a horrible death, who is plotting desperately with ser dontos to leave kl, who told margery and olenna that joff was a monster who had her beat bloody and murdered her dog

i think it's an interesting (incoherent screaming continues) parallel to, say, jon's wildling turncloaking, where he has a constant ongoing narration about how far it's possible for him to go against his vows to the night's watch under qhorin's orders before he does actually dishonor himself and break from the old gods

jon goes through a fair amount of mental anguish about how dope it is having sex with his wildling gf, and he does have the added benefit of having been ordered by qhorin to turn his cloak and abandon his vows for as long as it takes, but jon is adamant throughout his entire time with the wildlings that he is a sworn brother of the night's watch and he knows what is in his own heart

sansa, who is a prisoner of war whose family is being systematically murdered by house lannister as part of said ongoing war, still thinks that she is being turned into a lannister!! that her own identity as a stark is being subsumed and erased by her marriage and her forced participation in courtly life

so i concede that my previous assertion that the legitimacy of pow marriages in westeros is shoddy world building was wrong, it isn't shoddy world building, it's widely supported by the text in multiple povs, and it sucks

it sucks like, because it makes my heart hurt, not because it is poorly written/executed/upheld

also i corralled all my posts on this topic in my seven kingdoms family law attorney tag

#ask tag #anonymous tag #seven kingdoms family law attorney

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squeakadeeks · 1 month

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man, every so often i get really tempted to make an actual web series so i can share things other than "heres some guys in a void. heres some text describing these guys" but the thing is i know from past experience that sometimes not actually following through is the most blissful state for a project.

like if i actually sat down and started making a webcomic for say Transient or Stitch in the Ditch, i'd have to confront the fact that my ability to write, pace, and panel comics is nowhere close to the vision in my head. It wouldnt be as fun or rich as what i'd imagined. Whereas if i never actually do it, i can think about the boundless potential and idealized perfect outcomes like "IF i were to make this it would be dope" , as opposed to "i DID make this and it wasnt that dope actually". But also i think it would be fun and satisfying to actually share it and do something more than isolated art and writing blurbs. whomst is to say.

#the horror of working and disappointment vs the thrill and appeal of subjecting people to your insane ideas

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itstorimf · 1 year

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risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader

synopsis: Y/N was just about to start her last year of university. After the years of cramming, essay writing, and failed relationships, she was finally ready you graduate and take the next step in life. Chris was a single father. A busy man. And most importantly, a university professor. These two should have never crossed paths in the way they did, but one night after celebrating her last final, Y/N literally stumbles into the arms of the most gorgeous she had ever met.

started: 04/13/2023

minors + ageless blogs please dni

warnings: at some point it will become sexual (smut), female bodied reader, mentions of death, language, consumption of alcohol, anything not mentioned right now will have its own warning before the chapter

an: this is my first full length fanfiction that i've written in awhile so please be patient with me. i am also updating on wattpad before tumblr, so if you want to follow me on there, that would be dope. any likes, comments, suggestions, encouragements, etc would be greatly greatly appreciated!

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

chapter one. "Mr. Fine-Ass-Man"

chapter two. "HAHA! Pay up bitch!"

chapter two point five?. The Club (Ji and Changbin POV) *bonus chapter*

chapter three. "ENG 333"

chapter four. "Can you call me Chan instead?"

more chapters to come :))))

#bang chan x female reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz bang chan #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids college au #bang chan college au #bang chan x y/n

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earthtoharlow · 10 months

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Tattooed Heart

Urban Wyatt x ModelOC

Series Masterlist

Here’s the last fic that’s part of my one year anniversary celebration!

Giovanni stood in the corner of the bar as she watched men and women in fancy clothes as they sipped wine and fake laughed at everyone’s shitty jokes. She felt out of place in her custom made outfit. Party girl at heart, she would usually love being in a bar but not with these asshole models who thought they were better than her because they didn’t have face tattoos. After three dirty looks as she approached magazine editors to network, she was over it. Already hitting her social quota for the night, maybe even the year.

Behind her she noticed an employee- only door which took you outside the club. Not being able to stand it any longer any longer, Giovanni quickly exited before anyone noticed.

She sighed in relief as she made it outside as she leaned against the brick wall of the bar, hyping herself up to go back in when she heard a flicker of a lighter, followed by the heavy smoke of weed.

“You look like you could use a puff or two…”

Giovanni immediately turned her head and saw a tall white guy with long blonde hair with a camera hanging around his neck,with his hand held out. It wouldn’t be the first time she saw that while in NY, at least this time, this guy was cute.

She realized she was staring too long and took the blunt out the strangers hand and took a long puff. Giovanni immediately felt her whole body relax. This was exactly what she needed.

It was quiet as the two passed the blunt back and forth, as they finished Giovanni couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the fake drunken laughter coming from the other side of the wall. She really didn’t want to go back in there.

“Yo, there’s a pizza joint like a block from here you wanna hit it up?” The guy suddenly asked.

She raised an eyebrow before answering, “You don’t even know my name and you’re inviting me to get pizza with you?”

He simply just shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, you can stay here with these snobs if you want…but I’m going to get pizza.”

Giovanni looked between the strange but cute man and the door that would lead her back inside and immediately she knew what she was going to do.

“Okay, I’m coming with you but can you at least tell me your name? I've just been calling you “strange guy with weed” in my head.”

The guy let out a chuckle at that. “It’s Urban.” He held his hand out for her to shake.

She grabbed his hand and pulled away almost as quickly when she felt a spark. “I’m Giovanni.”

“Nice to meet you, Giovanni. Now, that we’ve got that out of the way can we go get pizza, I’m hungry as fuck!”

Giovanni nodded before pushing away from the wall and following Urban’s lead to the pizza shop.

“I carry a knife by the way, and I’m not scared to use it.”

Urban looked at Giovanni with a grin. “Cool.”

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“So are you like a real photographer or like one of those guys who just likes to take pictures of naked women and call it art?” Giovanni asked before taking a big bite of her pizza.

Urban covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed. “I’m a real photographer, my best friend does music so I basically document everything for him.”

Giovanni nodded, not shocked, it’s NY, everyone was into music. It was quiet for a moment before Urban spoke again. “So what’s your story?”

She paused as she reached for another slice of pizza. “My story?”

Urban nodded, “yeah your story. Everyone moves to NY to chase their dreams so what’s yours?”

Giovanni laughed nervously. No one ever asked about her story before, and when she told people what she did they never took her seriously because of the way she looked.

“Well, I’m a model.” She said sitting up straight in the booth.

“Fuck yeah! I figured.”

Giovanni immediately got defensive. “What do you mean by that?”

“Chill dude, don’t pull out your knife. I just meant that I figured you did something with fashion because you look dope as fuck. The outfit, the grills, the face tattoos, plus the fact that you’re stunning…”

She relaxed a bit in her seat, people always used the grills and face tattoos as excuses to not work with her because she didn’t look like the typical model, and here’s this stranger who has only known her for two hours and turned all those excuses into positives.

“Oh thanks, I’m really happy you see it that way. Not everyone gets it.”

Urban simply shrugged his shoulders. “I call it like I see it.”

Giovanni could tell Urban had something else to say, and it was like a light bulb went off on his head when he suddenly dropped his pizza.

“Let’s prove them wrong!”

Giovanni raised an eyebrow “what?”

“Let’s prove those fuckers wrong and show them how damn good a model you are.”

“….and how are we supposed to do that?” She questioned him

She watched as Urban rolled his eyes and waved his camera in the air with a duh expression.

“We can run around the city and take pictures.” Urban started sliding out the booth and throwing away his trash. Giovanni just sat and watched. He turned around when he noticed she was still in her seat. Walking over he grabbed Giovanni’s hand and dragged her out the pizza place. “Ok ok, stop pulling me! I’m coming!”

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They had been walking on the sidewalk for a few minutes trying to find a good location. Neither of them had noticed they were still holding hands.

Urban suddenly dropped her hand at the empty crosswalk, scooping out the area. “Ok, Gio, pretend this crosswalk is a runway.”

Giovanni ignored how he shortened her name and nodded before walking to the middle of the crosswalk.

She naturally put her hands on her hips and started strutting down the street, but stopped when she noticed Urban shaking her head. “What?”

Urban jogged towards her “Don’t put your hands on your hips. It should be more natural.” Giovanni watched in amazement as Urban demonstrated how he wanted her to walk. She knew he meant well but she couldn’t help but fall over in laughter as she watched his flip his hair over his shoulder as he walked across the street.

“Urban please stop I’m begging” Urban couldn’t help but smile huge at the way Giovanni was bent over laughing at his silliness. He could listen to her laugh on repeat. He watched as she calmed down and wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.

“Act like I’m not here.”

Giovanni took a deep breath and walked across the street towards Urban as he snapped shots of her, she made sure to turn her head to the side as if she was looking out for incoming traffic. Her confidence rose as she could hear Urban praising her from behind his camera.

Giovanni continued to pose, bending down and hugging her knees. When Urban walked closer to get a close up, she flashed him a big smile. Urban’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of her beautiful smile. He didn’t even have to see the photo to know that was going to be the money shot.

They ended up taking photos all night long before they noticed it was 5 o’clock in the morning. Thankfully they weren’t too far from their cars. The streets were a lot quieter than it was a couple hours ago, as they walked in a comfortable silence. Feeling a lot more comfortable than she was a few hours ago, Giovanni nudged Urban with her shoulder as she walked beside him to get his attention.

Urban playfully nudged her back. Giovanni was the first to speak. “Ok, you know my story but what’s yours?”

Urban, never the one to like to talk about himself, just shrugged his shoulders. “I told you, I’m a photographer.”

Giovanni rolled her eyes, “If I hadn’t just spent the whole night with you, I would simply just take that for an answer. Tell me about your friend who does music, you say you travel the world with him so he must be good.”

Urban smiled at that, his best friend was pretty good at this music thing. “Yeah, we’ve been best friends since middle school, after we graduated we got an apartment together in Atlanta and were legit working at Chic-Fil-A trying to make ends meet…”

“Wait wait? You were my pleasuring people and served homophobic chicken sandwiches?” Giovanni said as she cut him off.

All Urban could do was laugh and shake his head. “Definitely not, we were just in the back buttering the buns. But anyway he got signed a couple years ago and we’ve been traveling the world ever since.”

Giovanni loved hearing success stories like that, it always inspired her to keep going.

“That’s fucking awesome dude, what’s his name? I’m going to add it to my playlist.” Giovanni asked before pulling out her phone so she could add him to her playlist. She looked up when Urban didn’t speak again.

“Dude, are you going to tell me?”

She watched as Urban nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh, his name is Jack Harlow.”

Giovanni nodded and added Jack to her playlist. “Cool, I can’t wait to listen to his music!”

“Wait—“ Urban grabbed her arm lightly to stop her.

“I said his name was Jack Harlow?”

Giovanni nodded, giving him a weird look, “yeah, I heard you. I’m going to listen to his music, what’s the issue?”

“Oh…people usually act really weird when I mention him so…”

“Not gonna lie, dude I’ve never heard of him before.”

Urban widden a little in shock, almost everyone knew who he was. “Really?”

“Yeah really?” Giovanni said confused, making a mental note to look him up when she got home.

They continued walking down the sidewalk before eventually making it to Giovanni’s car next to the bar.

Leaning against the car Giovanni spoke first, “Thanks for walking me back to my car and for saving me from this place.” She said as she motioned towards the building behind them.

Urban rocked on the back of his heels with both hands shoved in his pockets. “Don’t worry about it.”

Giovanni unlocked her car, and got inside. She rolled her window so she could tell Urban goodnight.

“Goodnight, Urban.”

Urban placed his hands on the roof of the car, leaning into her window. “Goodnight, Giovanni” before tapping the roof of her car.

She gave him a wave before driving off. Urban watched as she pulled away and started walking back in the opposite direction. Giovanni didn’t need to know that his car wasn’t close by.

Once he got in his car, Urban cursed to himself when he realized he never got her number.

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urbanwyatt: Met this dope model a couple weeks ago, her name is Giovanni. I unfortunately forgot to get her number, can anyone help me find her?

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LOVE & WAR !

PART I. the garden heist.

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - clyde and you yearned for each other, but poison ivy and spider-man were mortal enemies.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ friends to lovers? yet enemies to lovers? a whole lot of crime fighting violence, fluff, angst, injuries, a whole lot of swearing, clyde/spider-man is a part of the sassy men apocalypse. ooc clyde?? ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - spider-man!clyde x poison ivy!reader.

⊹₊ ⋆ note - this SUCKS and it was long overdue... might make this a multi-part series! if you do want it to be a multi-part series, please let me know!! requests are open as well :)

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YOU walked into the now closed botanical garden, your hands gliding on each leaf you passed by, bringing them life.

You had always loved the botanical gardens ever since you were a child. The smell of fresh flowers and the sun shining down through the trees filled you with contentment and peace. Everyone at school had joked that it was your favorite place in the world, but truth be told they weren’t far off.

That was until it went downhill.

After years of neglect, the garden was now overgrown and unkempt. The once thriving trees were swaying lifelessly in the wind, and the place that used to be filled with laughter had become desolate.

But you still loved it all the same. You felt drawn to this place like a moth to a flame. No matter what kind of state it was in, you felt connected.

You made your way through the once-beautiful gardens, trying to ignore all of the signs of neglect and disrepair. You stopped at each flowerbed and examined it carefully, noticing a small patch of forget-me-nots that were still blooming despite the lack of care they had received over the years.

You knelt down and ran your fingertips along the petals of one of the flowers, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. As you did so, a small white butterfly fluttered out from behind one of the other flowerbeds, hovering over you for what felt like forever before flying away.

It seemed like a sign to you - despite how neglected this place was, you knew that it had the potential to be beautiful again.

And you were going to make them pay.

"Hands up where I can see them!" A voice shouted from the darkness, only a bright light flashing at you. You slowly raised your arms, revealing the thicket of rosebuds you had gathered in your hands.

"What do you think you're doing here?" The now revealed officer asked.

You took a deep breath and spoke with confidence, "I'm here to save this garden from neglect."

The man chuckled before raising his gun, "You're trespassing, little lady."

You stood your ground, raising an eyebrow. "If you shoot me, that won't save the garden. Instead, I'm offering to help restore it to its former glory. You can let me do that instead, or else."

"Or else?" The officer leaned into his comm. "We've got an intruder here who claims to be capable of revitalizing this garden." He laughed. "I'm sure the Chief will get a kick out of this, now c'mon. I'm taking you in," he said, coming closer.

"You're not taking me anywhere," you smirked.

Suddenly, vines wrapped around the man, tightly gripping on his ankles and hoisting him upside down. "I need backup!" He yelled. You sneered as you stepped forward. "Who's so little now?" you said, using your abilities to whip each rosebud into full bloom.

"What is this?" The man gasped, awe-struck but frightened by the transformation.

"This is what comes from corrupting and exploiting nature," you replied with a menacing smile.

You glared at the officer as he cowered in front of you. "Now what?" He wheezed.

"Now," You said menacingly, "I'm going to start restoring the garden and you're going to stay out of my way."

"So... Do you grow weed? 'Cause that would be dope!" A new voice echoed through the garden, making you whip your head around towards the officer. However, no one was there.

You turned back, only being met with Spider-Man. "Hey Plant Girl," he said casually, hanging from above. You groaned, not to happy that Spider-Man had showed up and interrupted your revenge. You knew that would never work out in your favor.

"Oh great, it's you," You spat. "I suppose you've come to save the day."

Spider-Man then replied with a sly smirk, "It's what I do best." He quickly swung himself closer and closer towards you until he was face-to-face.

“Hey, is that actual plants as your suit? That’s sick!”

You frowned. “It’s not a suit. It’s part of my abilities, and it's none of your business!”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, no need to get snippy! I was just wondering is all!”

His expression now turned serious as he continued on, "But if I were you, I'd think twice about taking on an enemy like me," He crossed his arms.

You scoff, "And why's that?"

He said simply, "Because I'm not someone you want to mess with."

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress the smirk that was forming on your lips. "Is that supposed to intimidate me? Cause it's not really working," You crossed your arms and prepared for a fight.

"Did it work?" He smirked under his mask, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head in disbelief and prepared to fight back. "Not even close," you said, scoffing.

You closed your fist, sharp tree branch jabbing him. He barely had time to react, as he quickly jumped back. You had hit him hard and you knew it, a satisfied smile creeping upon your lips.

He slowly shook his head and glared at you with confusion. "What did I do to deserve that?" He asked, pursing his lips together.

You rolled your eyes with a hint of amusement, "Are you serious?" You smirked, "You knew who I was and yet you still came here looking for a fight. What did you expect?" You mockingly laugh.

He shook his head, "I didn't come here to fight. I came here to protect the citizens."

You laughed again, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth. "Yeah right!" You scoffed and then pointed your finger at him menacingly.

"I don't need protecting, and I will do whatever it takes to protect myself and these plants!" You roared before launching yourself towards him in an attempt to hit him with your vines as he attempted to dodge out of the way.

He dodged your attack, flipping out of the way and landing on his feet. You barely had time to react before he charged towards you, a look of determination in his eyes. He punched you in the face and then kicked your stomach with enough force to make you stumble back.

"You're not getting away that easily," he said firmly as both of you continued to fight.

You and Spider-Man fought tirelessly, neither one of you ready to back down. You used your powers against him while he used his agility and strength against you. Despite all your best efforts, it seemed like he had the upper hand--that is until you finally managed to wrap some of your vines around his legs and trap him in place.

"I think we both know who the real winner is here," you said smugly as Spider-Man struggled to free himself from the vines.

"Game over." His hand extended, shooting a web towards your hands. The web covered your hands, trapping them and immobilizing you, your control over the plants letting both him and the officer go.

He gave you a couple blows, the last hit being at your face. With that hit alone, your mask fell off your face. You looked up and there he was, staring at you intently.

He knew who you were. And he knew your name.

"Y-You..." He said slowly, recognition filling his eyes.

You felt vulnerable, but yet a part of you felt some familiarity with the masked hero.

"So what now, Spider-Man?" you asked, a smirk beginning to appear on your face. You still hadn't moved from the spot and he had made no move to escort you away or handcuff you. It felt like there was something much more behind this whole exchange than just a battle between two enemies.

He was caught off guard, still staring at you with his hand gripping your outfit. Finally, he let go and stepped back.

"You give me your word that you won't cause any more destruction to the city, and I'll let you go," he said simply, crossing his arms against his chest.

You tilted your head, "Can't promise you that, Spidey." You smirked, flicking your wrist and tying him up with the vines again, now walking away.

Clyde watched as you walked away, his heart still beating faster. His crush was Poison Ivy.

"Shit."

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 4 months

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lenora hills high school

pairing: the byers family

summary: first day of your new school and you meet a new friend.

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November 3, 1985

The warm November air was a stark difference to your normal bone-biting winds and thicker sweaters. A zip-up over your shirt was the only needed jacket to keep any possible shivers at bay.

The four of you stood outside the stone building. Students walk from the parking lot and through the open green doors. Heads and eyes turned and stared, small whispers could be heard with the flowing wind carrying their words.

“Come on. Gotta head to the office.” Your hands pressing into Will and El’s (who you have to start calling Jane now) shoulders to get their feet moving. Jonathan stayed by your side behind the two, his eyes squinting against the sunny sky.

The office wasn’t hard to find. Just a few feet inside and a quick turn to your right and it was easy going from there. They gave your schedules, Will and ‘Jane’ having almost the same schedule so they could stick together which you were thankful for. You only had one class with Jonathan and it was a woodshop class.

“Do I have to take woodshop? Nothing else open?” Hoping for something that didn’t require heavy tools. The office lady just shook her head with a bored expression.

“Now I’ll have someone take all of you to your respective classes. It’s an outdoor school so different subjects are in different buildings.” And that was all she said before two other women walked over and separated our group.

El and Will looked at you and Jonathan with anxiety spiking their eyes. “We’ll meet at lunch. It’ll be okay.” Giving them encouraging words for a parting gift.

Your guide led you and Jonathan out of the main building and into the courtyard before heading to a new building. A few doors down she opened the door which allowed for the loud noise of saws, hammers, and other woodworking noises to enter the hallway. She talked to the teacher and introduced the both of us to Mr. Harris.

“Which ones older?” Was his first question out his mouth. You both shared a quick look before Jonathan pointed at himself. “Okay, you’re Byers one and she’s Byers two. Easier than first names.” You scrunch your brows at the logic.

Mr. Harris looked around the small room before pointing at a table with one kid in colorful clothing and long hair. “Eh, both of you just sit with Argyle.”

“That’s his last name?” A slip of your tongue. Mr. Harris just huffed a laugh, “No, can’t pronounce his last name. Still weird to be named Argyle, but I don’t judge.” He definitely judged secretly.

The two of you left the man behind and walked up to the sandy square table. The boy had his head down before looking up and sending the both of you a wide smile. “Ah, friends! Welcome, Welcome. This is Argyle Island, I’m the owner of Argyle.”

Jonathan dropped his bag to the floor and then sat on his stool. You held yours in your lap with tapping feet on the floor. “I’m Jonathan and this is my sister, (Y/n).” Jonathan makes quick introductions as you observe the space.

“Cool, amigo. Wished I had siblings, be super dope.”

“Oh, it’s not. Trust me, I wish I was an only sibling. Or at least it was just my younger siblings, he’s a pain in the ass.” Poking mindless fun at Jonathan who just rolled his eyes and deeply sighed.

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septixtrash · 2 years

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Payback and Retribution pt.1

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: language, drug and alcohol mentions, substance abuse, depression, bad coping mechanisms, slow burn

Summary: To say you missed him would be an understatement, you didn't just miss Soldier Boy, you died when he did...

A/N: thank you to everyone reblogging, requesting, and liking my posts it means a lot! This is part one to a small series I'm doing. I'm also trying to work on writing more, crafting my work. If you enjoy this please let me know!

You had been told to stay in the States, rally the country against the Nazis. Told that the rest of Payback would be stationed in Nicaragua to bring more supes to the frontlines. As much as you wanted to join your team, and your boyfriend, you did as you were told. You knew they all could handle anything thrown at them. You did a pretty fine damn job on your side too, more people were signing onto the reserves. Everything seemed to be going fine, until you got that fateful call.

Crimson Countess was the one to tell you, over the phone no less. She cried, “He's gone, Soldier Boy didn't make it. We did everything we could, I'm so sorry!” You stayed silent on your end of the line, shellshocked only a second.

“What…?” She had to repeat herself twice before it registered to you.

“You're lying. There's no way Ben would go down without a fight! Why didn't you fucking save him?”

She never answered your question.

You couldn't let it sink in that the man you loved was dead. That the Russians stole his body, that Vought didn’t send Payback to go retrieve it.

They informed the media a week later that Soldier Boy was gone, that he died a hero. They also told the world they were kicking you off the team. Said you needed a break. You couldn't fucking care less, your main reason being on the team was gone, it didn't matter anymore. Without Ben, you didn't care about what happened to you.

Burying a casket without a body inside hit you hard, harder than if he were inside it. It crushed you not knowing what happened to his body. While you grieved, the rest of your former team didn't seem to care, only crying in front of cameras.

You took up drinking and drugs, looking for every chance to ease the pain in your heart though it never lasted long enough, there was no cure for your heartache. People around you suggested seeking therapy, talking to someone, go to rehab. Fuck that and fuck them, nobody seemed to understand that you didn't want to move on, that you didn't want to seek help. The drugs dulled you down around the edges, made you numb in way nothing else could. You liked being alone, you didn't need anyones help. At least in the silence, the memories of him would come back…

You craved the little things about him the most. The tick of his jaw when he was angry, the brown freckles that dusted his face. The gentleness he had when it came to you, a side of him no one else got to see. The way he take your hand in his own, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. You missed his snoring, the long nights of him holding you tightly, You missed how passionate he was about one day marrying you, he’d talk about the pretty little house you’d buy and the picket white fence he wanted out front. Two little kids by his side as he grilled burgers in the backyard. He desperately wanted to be a father, to be a better dad than his own father ever was, to prove him wrong…

That's what the Russians took from you, not just Ben but the possibility of the future you two had planned.

The world forgot about you. They barely remembered Soldier Boy either. You knew it was bound to happen, though you didn't expect it to happen as quick as it did…

It had been 40 fucking years since he died when you heard his name again. You'd been sitting around, doped up when a knock at your door startled you.

Nobody ever came to visit you, you were positive that you didn't order takeout, so who the fuck could it be?

You dropped the joint you were smoking, leaving it in an ashtray on your coffee table before heading towards the door.

You had to look down and make sure you at least had a shirt on, before opening it.

The skinniest white guy you think you'd ever seen stood in front of you, seeming to be stumbling over himself. A rough looking bearded man behind him grasped his shoulder, shaking him.

“Oi, Y/N right?”

You look at him up and down, before raising an eyebrow.

“What do you want?” You sighed.

That's when the bearded fucker grinned ear to ear. “We got a proposition for ya!”

You roll your eyes before moving to shut the door when he puts his foot in the door frame. “We found 'im. Your boyfriend, Soldier Boy. He's alive.”

Why would a complete stranger knock on your door only to fuck with you?

“I've heard it all before, look if you want an autograph, come back tomorrow or something, fuck.”

The skinny one's eyes widen, another fucking fanboy. Great.

“H-he's not lying! Vought had the Russians kidnap him! Payback was the one to give him to them, the reason you weren't there was because they knew the wouldn't be able to contain you both!”

“Why should I believe you?” you say crossing your arms. This wasn't something you'd heard before…

“We have someone on the inside of Vought, gave us the files on his location on where he's being held. The Russians never killed him, they've been using him as their science experiment. We need your help in breaking him out.”

The bigger man steps forward, we extending his hand. “I'm Butcher, that's Hughie. We got some beef with Homelander, Soldier Boy is our only chance at taking 'im down. Now how about you join us, come get some payback on those fuckers who betrayed you, and bring him home? You up for it?”

You think for a second. “Sure, why the fuck not? It's not like I've got anything else going on…”

“Fuck yeah.”

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