#( i am so excited for this verse )

[murmel-malt]

In addition to Rhaenyra, Daera and Vizzy have two more kids: another girl by the name of Daenys (@selfproclaimedunicorn 's OC who she so graciously let me borrow for this AU) and the long anticipated son, Baelon.

[whaliiwatching]

diversity win! peacock jumping spider and wolf spider in love

[rabbidrabbitt]

I know that ATSV has been out for MONTHS and little details have been analyzed and talked about a lot, BUT!! Here’s a little detail from the opening scene that I haven’t seen people talk about and I absolutely adored!!!

So during the first scene with Gwen’s monologue there were many scenes being shown from both the first movie and the second and there was LOTS going on. So I didn’t notice every detail at first. But on my about 4th or 5th watch I noticed this!!

For some reason I thought the spider was just floating for visual effect because of the nature of the animation in this segment. BUT I FINALLY NOTICED THE TWEEZERS. I just think it’s a sweet little detail because we’re later shown this in the Spot’s apartment

So without it ever being said, they established through small details that The Spot did in fact go out and find the spider, likely taking the time to pin it himself like that (we love a man of many talents)

I love this movie so much. I love the writing, the animation AND THE SPOT OH MY GOD

okay that’s all from me again, goodnight!!

[bugsinshoes]

after many redesigns and development, may i introduce you all to: the crew of the Fortuna!

years before aysel met ford, he was the pilot and captain of a spaceship called the Fortuna. however, she needed a crew! so, during his travels, he rescued and picked up inter-dimensional outcasts which later stayed on the ship and became permanent members!!

i really love these guys so much. wacky space hijinks ensue.

below the cut are some old doodles i made + the original concepts for the characters + a bit more about them!!!

(also!!! scrappy was created and designed by @afuckingtree and callista is by @s3viee !!! shoutout to my moots!!!)

SO!!!!! INTRO TIME!!!

COMET

a gifted soldier and pilot who was thrown into a life of war since the beginning of their existence. their only purpose was to fight. that is, until they stumbled upon aysel and got roped into his adventures. they saw the opportunity to leave the life of violence they were born into and start anew. plus, this human guy could really learn how to fly better. and so, comet became the first person aysel ever had on his crew.

CALLISTA

a being who was granted the gift of foresight. an oracle, of sorts. however, since losing her eyes, they're no longer able to peer into the future. does she mention her gift to the crew? yes. do they mention she can't do it anymore? no. does this lead the Fortuna into dangerous situations? of course it does. but it's always forgiven. mostly.

SCRAPPY

a feral little guy. they were found in a storage closet on the ship, wrapped up in one of aysel's old cloaks and eating some stale food. aysel couldn't just leave scrappy on the closest planet to fend for themself, so, they were taken in. the crew later found out scrappy is also an excellent mechanic, which is always useful. EILIR

a stuck-up arrogant asshole who is really only on the team so he can stay relatively safe from the bounty hunters that want his head. extremely knowledgeable in weapons and stuff. he can hold 4 guns at once. he later softens up to the crew and sees maybe there are still some genuinely nice people who care for him. obviously he never shows this because he's too #coolandmysterious

[pencildragons]

snippet from my upcoming foxquin fic sinner, sinner (come to dinner) for foxquinweek !!!!!

“Commander Fox,” says the Chancellor, smiling his kindly smile. Fox stands very still and stares straight ahead, past Palpatine and through the great transparisteel window at the city below, skyline exploding in the brilliance of the sun’s final dying rays. The fanciful part of him that will one day be responsible for his death imagines that, if he’s just still enough, Palpatine will forget him entirely. It’s ridiculous, he knows, he knows, of course he knows, but he clings to it anyway, endeavours to move as little as possible, turns trying to hide even the slight rise and fall of his chest into some sort of test of how good his impression of being a block of stone is. “Sir,” says Fox. “Commander Fox,” Palpatine says again, still smiling that awful fucking smile, but sadder, now, mournful, bushy eyebrows doing something terrible and expressive. “You have disappointed me.” “Yes, sir.” “I gave you a very simple directive, Commander, and still you failed.” Fox is barely breathing now. Only a few klicks away, the spire of the Jedi Temple burns in a halo of pink-red, spearing through the cloud-strewn sky. It looks like one of the paintings hung in the Senate rotunda corridors, the ones that like as not cost more to procure than he did. His throat is dry. He tries to swallow. It sticks. It is likely he is dehydrated. There is a little light flashing on top of the spire, warning away in-atmo transports and low-flying starships. Orange-blue-green. Orange-blue-green. He stares at it, so he doesn’t have to look at Palpatine. “Yes, sir.” “Such inadequacy is, of course, unacceptable, Commander, as I’m sure you’re aware. I really had hoped it would not come to this, you understand.” Liar, Fox thinks. You love this. “But there is only one way to learn, and that is through experiencing consequences of your actions. Perhaps next time you will not take your sworn duty so lightly, hmm?” “Yes, sir.” “Draw your blaster, please, Commander.” Fox blinks and, in his surprise, breaks his stillness to turn his head to face Palpatine properly. “…Sir?” “Must I repeat myself twice? Draw your blaster from your holster.” Slowly, Fox draws. He wonders if this is some sort of test, if he’s going to be punished further for making his weapon naked in front of the Supreme Chancellor of the entire fucking Republic. (In the light of the dusk spilling through the window into the opulent office, Palpatine’s eyes seem almost gold. It is for but a brief moment, just the rays of the fat sun catching oddly, and then they return to that sharp, ice-chip grey like nothing at all happened.) “Good,” says Palpatine, and smiles again. Like this, he looks like some natborn’s father’s father—grandfather, he believes the term is—all benevolent wrinkles and knowing looks. “Set it to kill.” Fox sets it to kill. It is not a difficult thing. He is just as much a weapon as the blaster in his hands, well-oiled, clean, smooth. Efficient. He was designed for this. It is easier to follow orders mindlessly; his brain, like all their brains (except, perhaps, Kote’s, but Kote’s a little fucked up and is an outlier for everything else, anyway), is primed for command, made to obey. A perfect, thoughtless gun, with just enough ruthlessness and self-determination to set them apart from the CIS’ droids. That’s the idea, anyway. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time the Kaminoans failed in the execution of something. “Turn around, Commander,” Palpatine murmurs, words soft and smooth and rich as the heavy velvet-fabric from his home planet that he has all his clothes cut from. “And fire at will.”

rbs deeply appreciated :]

[sonicrainbooms]

anyone else feel the sleeper agent hyperfixation starting to wake up or is it just me

[flyingwargle]

flufftober day 13: attic, cellar, hidden room

kita is greeted with a serene breeze at the top of the stone steps, verdant leaves rustling with the wind's chorus. the shrine grounds are well-kept as always, grounds recently swept, bells chiming. he passes the central pavilion that shelters twin kitsune statues, facing each other with stern eyes that watch over the town of inarizaki below.

after greeting miya, the shrine maiden, he continues to the temple at the back of the property, where visitors can offer incense and ring the bell for the gods. kita skirts around the altar to the side, where a sliding door blends into the structure, and slides it open. "hello, twins."

"ah, kita-san!" on the other side of the altar are living quarters for the shrine keeper, but since miya has a home in town, it's been overtaken by the kitsune that the town worship, two spirits who present themselves as human-like in white kimono with red markings beneath their eyes, fox ears at the top of their heads, and tails that swish with the wind.

youkai.

atsumu approaches first, a grin on his face. osamu peers behind him, wary of the human who can see them, giving him a nod of greeting, nonetheless. "yer just in time, we were gonna head up. let's go!"

kita has a policy to not involve himself with youkai, but ever since coming to town, he's overstepped the boundaries that kept him safe in the city. perhaps it's because of the countryside's friendly atmosphere. perhaps it's because of the youkai themselves, who want nothing more than to protect the town. perhaps it's because the kitsune act like teenagers most of the time, despite their long lives.

he climbs the ladder to the attic after them, sneezing from the lingering dust. there are boxes upon boxes around them, nondescript and old. kita opens one of them, blinking at various decorations stuffed inside. “how exactly will looking through these boxes help?”

"yer grandpapa was a shrine keeper, so i dunno, i thought ya might find some o' his stuff," atsumu says, swinging open the window. "like papers or whatever."

"i thought ya asked 'im ta help clean up," osamu points out, heading to a different corner of the attic.

"shh! don't ruin it, 'samu!"

kita moves the box aside for another. "for almighty youkai, you sure are timid to ask for help. surely you could enchant me to do your bidding?"

atsumu pouts. "we ain't like that! we're nice youkai, unlike those scrubs in sunarin's part o' the forest. right, 'samu?"

"and yet, i don't need to rely on humans to do work for me."

suna is perched on the windowsill, presenting himself as humanoid in a red kimono with koi fish on the sleeves, face hidden behind a kitsune mask, pointed ears at the top of his head. he sighs. "what dumb shit are you up to now?"

"watch yer tongue. ya call yerself a deity?" atsumu snorts, waving a hand toward the labyrinth of boxes. "doin' some cleanin', obviously. didja know that kita-san's grandpapa was a shrine keeper? he could see youkai, too."

his hum is muffled behind his mask. “i think i remember some traveling shrine keepers stop by, but i don’t remember their names or faces.”

"yer memory is ass."

"you're an ass."

osamu rolls his eyes, bringing a box to kita. "i think ya might find somethin' in here. it's full o' administrative stuff."

said stuff includes old receipts, certificates, records, and other books, all handwritten in nearly indecipherable kanji. kita recognizes his surname, however, on a few of them, although he can barely read any of it. "thanks. could i bring some back to my granny? she might be able to read it."

"can yer granny see youkai?" atsumu asks, now perched on a stack of boxes, tails swishing behind him.

"i don't know. i never asked." he didn't know about his grandpa until another youkai mistook him for the late kita shinji. who passed down their ability to see youkai, he wonders, and could his parents see them, too?

no. they didn't see the youkai behind kita that night. or maybe they did and chose not to comment. either way, he'd rather not speak to them unless needed, not until they visit again, if they do. "thank you," he adds, turning to the kitsune twins. "is there anything that i can help you with?"

that's how he spends the rest of the afternoon moving boxes around. suna watches from his perch and makes unnecessary comments or quips about the twins, who respond in earnest. by the time they’re finished, all the boxes are arranged in organized stacks, sunlight pooling on the dusted floor.

they climb the ladder down, and kita collapses onto the couch, covered in sweat and dust. osamu makes a beeline to the kitchen, offering him a plate of onigiri. kita has no idea how youkai produce food, knows better than to ask, and accepts one with thanks. with only furikake as seasoning, the onigiri is still flavorful and delicious. “i’d offer ya tea, but we ran out,” atsumu says apologetically. “we’re hopin’ that some o’ the mid-tier ayakashi will have some at tonight’s banquet.”

“it’s all right. i should head home, soon.” he finishes his last mouthful and wipes his hands clean with his handkerchief. “thank you for the food.”

“come by soon, yeah? it’s fun with ya ‘round.” atsumu smiles, golden eyes gleaming. “the forest’s been livelier ever since ya came here. ya should join us fer one o’ our banquets!”

suna shakes his head. “some of them won’t take too kindly to humans. the fact that he’s here at all is a surprise.” kita doesn’t comment, quite aware of how the minor deity feels about him. he simply bows his head and exits, the twins calling out after him.

“if ya ever need us, call fer us!”

he says goodbye to the shrine maiden on his way out, climbing the stairs down. the trail is decorated with lanterns, unlit in the fading light, until he emerges from the forest and onto the road, where rice fields greet him. he’s about to head toward home when the familiar sound of bicycle wheels squeak to a halt behind him. “shin?”

aran rests his arms on his handlebars. “aran.” kita nods in greeting. “coming back from the supermarket?” the front basket on his bike is filled with groceries.

“ah, yeah. pa an’ i are gonna have curry. do ya wanna join us?”

kita thinks for a moment, eyes pointed toward home. “can my granny join? i’m sure she’d love to come.”

“of course! pa’s vegetable curry is somethin’ else. i better head back first, so he can get started – see ya later!” with a wave, his friend pedals off, and kita continues in the opposite direction.

life has certainly become brighter, ever since he moved here. friends were difficult in the city, especially with his ability to see youkai, so now that he made a friend to share his secret with, his shoulders are no longer heavy, especially when the youkai that he’s befriended are far from the malicious types that followed his shadow for so long.

a smile touches upon his lips. he’s looking forward to tonight, and many more nights to come.

[novantinuum]

it's late, post Steven focused SU edit wips

[starkcapaccinos63]

“Doctor Strange and the little nerd from Earth-199999”

MIGUEL SAID FUCK YOU FEIGE 💀

[nellandvoid]

i was gonna make a less complicated intro to this oc but whoops my hand slipped!

anyway meet the wayfinder, aka diane orosco! she’s a bounty hunter who’s been traveling the multiverse for ten years by the time stanford first meets her (aka the oracle, for reasons beyond our comprehension (she loves drama) dropped him off at where she was staying when he was almost fully healed)

lucky for her, she’s been looking for him ever since she started her dimension hopping. unlucky for him, she knew a stanford in her dimension, and let’s just say things did not end very well between them!

i have so many thoughts about her which i’m uber excited to share soon

i was super proud of the coloring, so this time silhouette is under the cut, along with a shaded version

[the-goodkhush]

guys my prediction for across the spiderverse is that miles’ parents don’t get expired and the real villain is spider-man 2099 while the spot is more of a decoy villain for the trailer bc the spot just seems like a silly goofy dalmatian looking dude who just wants a little bit of cash money! compare the character designs! there’s silly goofy polka dot cow man and then THERES FERAL MIGUEL “GOT THAT DAWG IN HIM” OHARA WHOS THE BETTER VILLAIN HUH

[seoperior]

'MILK' PANSA VOSBEIN in 2022

as Ink in Bad Buddy the Series

as Lita in F4 Thailand

as Now in Oops! Mr. Superstar Hit on Me

as Som in Vice Versa

as Ink in Zero Photography

[erisenyo]

Am I currently working on several pieces of Fanart for your Burning Bright series?

Yes, yes I am

I absolutely adore the series and all you've written in the BB-verse.

Any chance you could put all of them in another series in chronological order? I know you've put the other links in the BB series description, but you've written so much in the verse I've got trouble finding all in the chronological order, given that you've written other zukka works as well ❤️

I am!! So excited!! The fingers! The bow! The hair!

As for a series order, I will admit I'm purposefully avoiding anything formal on AO3 just because the sheer scale of it all gets intimidating, and I try to write the later additions as pieces that can stand on their own but are enriched by the broader series knowledge.

That said--an order for you here, including where some upcoming WIPs/planned pieces would theoretically go :) [cribbed off my answer to a previous ask]

Burning Bright 

A Third Chance (or a First) (within the flashbacks of TOEDTNTMERS - think when Azula first leaves the palace after the whole necklace/door blasting convo)

WIP - Zukka Big Bang Fic Goes here!

Oh, The Way Your Makeup Stains My Pillowcase

That Love You’ve Been Looking For 

All I Need Is To Be Struck (By Your Electric Love) - this is probably the hardest one to anchor between Burning Bright and To Open Every Door. Going off Zuko and Sokka’s comfort with the political side of things, the fact that Zuko and Bato write each other, hints of the Toph timeline (and Zuko being taller again lol) I place it after That Love You’ve Been Looking for (if you ignore the fact that the Gaoling market is inexplicably lacking in sex shops haha)

To Open Every Door to Night, To Meet Each Rising Sun

Love Is In the Hair - fairly immediately after TOEDTNTMERS, think a few months after since Azula has just poached the Fire Lord’s hairdresser and Sokka’s skills only go so far (and in one direction haha)

Lessons in Proper Asset Management - definitely after TOEDTOTMERS, it’s when things have settled down a bit more, Sokka is still figuring out how “what to do with myself” situation but in more of an exploratory than anxious way

Tangled Up With You - this, Lessons, and the two FTH WIPs below are probably less rigorous in terms of their sequencing - but this is generally the high level order I tend to think of them as going in, though they might flip flop once I get the "mirrors" fill out of draft mode

WIP - Fandom Trumps Hate "Mirrors" fill goes here!

WIP - Fandom Trumps Hate "Crushes" fill goes here!

To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved)

(As I was writing this, it occurred to me that maybe I could make my own collection for the Burning Bright 'verse fics? Would that be helpful for people...?)

[awzominator]

SpiderPunk my beloved!!!!

I’m very excited to see my boi on the big screen!!

[rabbidrabbitt]

PORTAL/ATSV CROSSOVER PT2!!

Alright so you saw the WIP and here’s the final designs of Miles and Miguel!!

Miles is another test subject awoken from cryogenic sleep at a separate time than Gwen, he’s a lot less knowledgeable about the situation he’s found himself in and starts off naive and oblivious to how dangerous this all really is.

It won’t last long though.

Miguel takes the place of Doug Rattmann, a former captive scientist who was able to escape the testing tracks of the enrichment centre and flee into the walls due to his unique abilities. He carries with him a companion cube for unknown reasons and is a very closed off individual. He prefers to watch and bide his time.

These two will unfortunately not see eye to eye on their unfortunate circumstances and will definitely be driving forces of the story.

I cant wait to share more about this!!