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blows you up with mind
working on a school project and always finding a way to insert my blorbo into it..
#my art#hypnos' ocs#dnd oc#digital art#dnd ocs#captain starburst#starburst#i miss space game#rare hackwriter post more than once a year..#doodle dump
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A bunch of aggie doodles ft. a couple of my partners joining in with contributions
#my art#friend's art#IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE ! /jov#Donald Morgan#Jean Valjean#Javert#Addrus Strakeln#Charles the Grim Reaper#Endreh Nailo#Aniki Torfreys#J'Harla Blackmane#Imrae Daltiuiri#Fan Jun#Sovann Folchart#Captain Starburst#all of my drawings were requests made by Kore (except Sovann; Sovann was Hypnos' /jov)#fun fact for the one saying Valjean lost his memory; that's fanart for a fic I'm reading (How does he know? by PoemAboutCitylights)#however I drew him so soft that my partner Kore drew a bunch of kisses and hearts on him so he was just. covered in kisses the entire board#which was HILARIOUSLY out of the tonal element of the text I hid them so it would make more sense here but it was genuinely so cute#rea’s trash
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here's something for my favorite polyamorous flag! featuring three out of starb's seven partners (cause i couldnt fit them all lol)!!
reblogs are appreciated!
#late night post for all you late night freaks#i also wanna draw one more thing for pride. something of starb and tesla#i just dont have ideas yet. but expect that sometime#art#my art#oc#original character#furry#furry oc#fursona#anthro#anthro art#sfw furry#safe fur work#digital art#pride art#gay#mlm#polyamorous#polyamorous pride#oc: captain starburst#oc: nix#oc: hocus pocus
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Hey!!!! Happy birthday to THE best marvel movie CATWS 💕💕💕 stucky was ruining my life pre infinity war/endgame man I’m still thinking about them 😭 endgame+ isn’t real btw
#starbursts art#Marvel#mcu#captain america#bucky barnes#catws#catws10#if I can use that tag?!?#Not for the event specifically srry I just don’t have time or like ability rn for some reason#Got at least one thing in for all the events going on !!!!!
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Great answers!
1: if there was a live action tv show or movie, who would be cast as the duo? I can see the yellow coat kid from the 2017 movie it as Chris.
2: who would win in a wrestling match between the duo & the supersons? To make things fair: Chris & Jon wears red sun ankle bracelets & Jake has his powers turn off. Plus mar’i as the referee.
3: what’s their favorite puns to use? I can see Jake asking a goon: you know what’s my favorite ballet is? The Nutcracker! & hits the goon in the crotch.
4: in the two previous asks, with the whole stink face being used on the loser in games, do you think it would be better if the loser was sat on instead? like how most older siblings/cousins would do on the younger ones, or maybe squat over the losers face. Either one of the two options AND the loser giving the winner a parfait.
5: does the duo have any hidden talents?
6: based on the first captain underpants book: Jake & Chris mind-controlled their mean teacher or principal to become apple-pie man.
1) Well upon some research and since not he only does he posses formidable acting experience but also started recently in an actual DC Comics adaptation, I can see actor Christian Convery (Sweet Tooth) in the role of Chris Kent had a hypothetical show in the Starburst Duo been in production as of now. This especially can come in handy for more dramatic moments when Chris’ anxieties and internal struggles regarding his past come into the limelight. If Convery’s performance as Gus during heavier moments is any indication, he can pull of those moments with clarity.
Meanwhile for Jake, while so far no actors that are well known come to mind for his casting had this hypothetical show been made as this moment in time. Though if say there’s some sort of timey-wimey nonsense that allows for an actor even from before to fulfill the role, I can nominate Raphael Alejandro (Once Upon a Time, Bunk’d). It certainly would fit in with the short lived trend of Disney channel stars appearing in DC adaptations as had happened with Asher Angel in SHAZAM (2019).
2) it’s a stiff and prolonged match that sees both Chris and Jon give it their all and despite the fact Jon’s partner is well versed in all sorts of combat training and martial arts, Jake ultimately squeaks by a small victory for the Duo with using whatever strength he had in pinning Jon just long enough for Mar’i to make the three count, allowing the Duo their win. While those opponents had strength and tactics, Chris and Jake had a keen eye on legit teamwork and using their opponents weakness to their advantage.
3) Oh that’s perfectly in line with Jake’s banter. In fact if anything, while ultimately focused and determined on his approach as a crime fighter, Jake as Skybird is the one mostly using one liners between the two of them. Other examples can include but not limited to;
(Using Cellphones against his enemies should they be fighting in a Phone Store)
“Hey, The Butt Kicking Department Called, You’re Overdue On Your Payment”
(When on an Ocean Based Mission along with Cerdian, dealing with a sea monster)
“Under The Sea? What’s the matter with Over the Sea?”
(When Fully Charged Up and Eyes Glowing with Starbolt Power)
“Pardon the Pun, but Time to Light This Christmas Tree Up…..Brightly”
4) Maybe the loser being lightly sat on with their back as the cushion at most can be a possible Losers ‘Prize’ though knowing those two and despite their knowledge of that stuff, they still primarily have the loser make the winner an Ice Cream Prize. That said, the loser every now and then ends up wearing a maid’s outfit/dress and a photo of it is taken for their loved ones and friends to see.
5) Chris - Whether he knows it or not, he’s plenty capable of doing good dancing on the floor during big parties and gatherings. Only reason he doesn’t is due his sense of awareness and fear of potential embarrassment.
Jake - He’s plenty capable of reverse engineering and tinkering with alien tech and gadgets, often without needing any sort of blueprints or guides to figuring out how each device works or their functions.
6) Much akin to Captain Underpants, their principal winds up going out into the streets with the Duo needing to chase him around and make sure he doesn’t get hurt badly before the hypnosis can wear off. Coincidentally, Kite Man (Hell Yeah!) was in the midst of a robbing spree in Bludhaven but since they can’t be sure if Apple Pie Man would remember their crime fighter identities a secret, Chris and Jake had to remain in their civies while he dealt with Kite Man himself. Thankfully the Principal’s surprisingly tasty pies were able to subdue Kite Man with it’s tempting smell and taste, allowing for his easy capture. Needless to say, it was most definitely one of the weirder adventures the Duo had ever been on which is frankly saying quite a lot
After much delays, here’s some adequate enough answers for you my friend ;-) @gothicghost2000
#chris kent#jake grayson#starburst duo#christian convery#raphael Alejandro#sfw#mari grayson#jonathan samuel kent#captain underpants#kite man
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Starburst lady just singed my patootie!
#black panther#buffalo soldier#captain marvel#carol danvers#starburst lady#john ridley#german peralta#marvel comics#comics#2020s comics
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I Know A Guy
The post office on this space station was close to the landing docks, nice and convenient, so several of us went to check our mail while Captain Sunlight met with the sister ship. Not all of the crew had mail drops set up, but I did; this station was a big hub that we stopped at with some regularity. Perfect for relaying the occasional news from home.
And care packages, as it turned out.
I opened the box with some curiosity, sitting on a bench while the others waited in line and the spaceport bustled around us. Inside I found multivitamins, a letter from my parents, a type of cereal that I’d loved as a kid, and a smaller box with a sun logo.
“Ooh, what’d you get?” Paint asked, trotting over with her own box clutched to her scaly orange chest.
“A lot of stuff,” I said in distraction, turning the sun box in search of words. No luck. I opened it to find a fist-sized yellow globe and a base with lots of buttons. And an instruction booklet, thankfully. “Oh, it’s a sun lamp!”
“It even looks like a little sun; how nice! Is it warm, or just bright?” Paint gave it an appreciative look while she opened her package.
“Not sure yet.” I skimmed the instructions and decided to leave that for later. “It’s thoughtful, though. I think my parents were concerned that I’m not getting enough Vitamin D up in space. And other vitamins.” I rattled the bottle.
“That’s a lot of vitamins.”
“Yup. And look, they found the discontinued cereal! I thought it was gone for good.” I carefully opened a corner and fished out a palmful of the maple syrup flavored crunchy goodness that I hadn’t had in years. It was just as tasty as I’d remembered.
Paint sniffed the air. “I don’t recognize that smell. What kind of food is it?”
“Breakfast food,” I said. “I think it’s wheat based, so it’s basically made from ground-up seeds, and flavored with sweet tree sap.”
“That’s … creative,” Paint said.
“Delicious, too. Most tree saps aren’t worth eating, but this one is.” I crunched another mouthful. “Want some?”
“No thank you,” was the prim answer that I’d fully expected. “But look what I got! Fancy heat stickers!” Paint held up a stack of vividly colored starburst shapes, fanned out like playing cards. “I’m going to see if Sunlight, Coals, and Eggskin want any.”
“Thoughtful of you,” I said, closing up the cereal. All four of the lizardy Heatseekers on our ship enjoyed warm things. The ambient temperature was always kept at a comfortable compromise for the various species onboard, but a handy little warm sticker that wouldn’t get in the way was bound to be appreciated.
“Oh, they’re even scented,” Paint said, rubbing one against her snout. “I’m going to have to order more of these.” She sorted through the stack, checking scents and color variations.
Mur and Zhee were still in line, stuck behind a Frillian who was shipping many things to many places, so I settled in to read the note from home while I waited. It was a nice update on the various goings-on of the extended family; all reasonably good news, nothing earth-shattering. Somebody got a scholarship, somebody had twins, somebody was doing well in a competitive bumper-ship derby league, and was incredibly excited about it. There was a lot of detail about that one. I got the impression that this particular second cousin had given everybody a rundown at a family gathering, so now they all knew more about the best types of shrapnel shielding than they probably wanted to. Sounded like the favorite was a human-made version, combining tech that other species had already come up with. The force field worked with the ship’s scanner to predict which parts of the shield would need the most power for a given impact. My cousin was a big fan.
The quiet slap of tentacles on the ground accompanied Mur. “Well that was a long wait,” he said. “But now I’m all set for media for the foreseeable future.” He held a data chip in one tentacle.
Zhee was right behind him, hissing in what sounded like joy instead of irritation for once. He set a box down between his bug feet, not waiting for a bench, and tore it open with his pincher arms. Inside was something that looked like another kind of data chip, and something with straps that I couldn’t begin to figure out.
“Excellent,” Zhee said. “The correct version, the highest quality, and Trrili does not get to listen to it, heathen that she is.”
It took me a second. “Oh, that’s music?” I thought back to the impassioned rant about Trrili’s incorrect opinions on traditional Mesmer leg-singing. I hoped Zhee played it quietly. “And is that — I want to say ‘headphones,’ but—”
“Personal speakers, yes,” Zhee said as he stuffed it all back in the box. “I will be able to listen to the glorious arias in privacy.”
Paint nodded. “Great idea.” She’d heard the leg-singing when I did, and probably wasn’t eager to hear the artful screeching again.
I was trying to guess whether Zhee would be offended if I asked where his ears were, since it occurred to me that I didn’t actually know. But the others were gathering up their things to head back to the ship, and I decided to put it off until later. Maybe I’d ask Eggskin the medic instead.
Something occurred to me as I put the letter back in the box. “Hey guys, pose for a second. I want to send my family a picture with some of my cool alien coworkers.”
The three of them agreed that they were awesome and worth photographing. (Their responses ranged from excited to confident to egotistical.) A few moments later, I had a fantastic group selfie to send with my letter back. Paint’s open-mouthed lizard smile was adorable; Mur stood tall on his blue-black tentacles; Zhee loomed over all of us with the lights shining off his purple exoskeleton; then there was me grinning in the front. I’d definitely be keeping a copy of this.
We made our way back to the ship where it was parked next to a similar lemon-shaped courier ship with folded solar sails. The two captains hadn’t gone inside yet, which made me wonder what they were discussing with such intense expressions.
As we approached, Captain Sunlight was saying, “I may know someone who can help us out, but I’d hate to give him the satisfaction.”
She broke off when Paint trotted up to give her a handful of heat stickers and to show off the blue-white one she herself was wearing. Apparently it smelled like a plant I’d never heard of.
“Thank you; that’s very thoughtful,” Captain Sunlight said. “Those sound like just the thing.” She picked out a green one and pasted it to her own chest, where it contrasted nicely with her yellow scales.
Zhee and Mur tromped into the ship. I lingered, curious. “Is all the ship business going all right?” I asked.
“For the moment,” the captain said as she stowed the rest of the stickers and the backing for that one in her belt pouch. “Just considering our options with some monetary considerations.”
Captain Kamm waved a tentacle. “Both ships are on the family plan for damage insurance, and the rates have made an unpleasant jump.”
I shifted the box to my other side. “Do we need to earn more money?”
“No, it will be all right.” Captain Sunlight shook her head. “I have a lead on a better deal. I just need to make a call or two.”
Captain Kamm ushered us all into our ship, wasting no time. Paint disappeared to share her heat stickers while the two captains adjourned to the lounge. I put my things away and hurried back. No one had told me to mind my own business, so I was going to listen in before writing a letter to send back home.
I was quick, but Captain Sunlight was quicker. She was just ending the holo call when I arrived. A green-scaled Heatseeker gazed earnestly from the projection, urging her to get back to him as soon as she could.
“If you can get better shields, I can promise you a savings of at least 15% compared to your current plan!”
“Yes, thank you,” Captain Sunlight said. “I’ll see what I can do. Say hi to the elders for me.”
He said he would, and she turned off the projection with another deep sigh. Captain Kamm sat next to her, weaving tentacles together thoughtfully.
Captain Sunlight tossed the communicator onto the table and sat back with folded arms. “Of course it couldn’t be that simple. He talks a good game at every gathering, but oh no: prerequisites.”
I sat down at the end of the couch, absently petting Telly who was curled up in the center. In proper cat fashion, she responded by stretching to take up even more space. I was thinking about what the captain had just said about shields.
I asked, “Does he need a certain kind in order to get us the better deal?”
Captain Sunlight waved a hand. “Just a higher degree of resistance to micrometeorites. The shielding we have is perfectly serviceable, but it’s apparently not enough for the good rates.”
“Would we need to overhaul everything, or would it be enough to layer another kind over what we have? Like, say, a kind that connects to the ship’s scanners?”
The captain gave me a look. “Do you have a specific type in mind?”
“Possibly,” I said. “Are you familiar with bumper-ship derbies?”
Captain Kamm twirled a tentacle. “That’s some of the human ‘adrenaline junkie’ nonsense, yes?”
“I think there are some Smashers and other races that really get into it as well, but yes,” I said. “The letter from home I just got mentioned the shielding they use.”
I explained what I knew while they listened intently. Paint came in to join us and sat on the other side of Telly, who took the extra attention as her due. By the time I was done talking, everyone in the room was looking optimistic.
“Go ahead and reach out,” Captain Sunlight said. “We don’t have to rush off anytime soon. With any luck, we can get all this settled at once.”
“Here’s hoping!” Captain Kamm said, touching four tentacle-tips together over her head in what looked like the Strongarm version of crossed fingers.
“I’ll see if I can route a call through to home now,” I said, getting up.
Telly meowed in protest at the movement, then crawled onto Paint’s lap and rubbed her head against the heat sticker, purring audibly. Paint looked delighted.
I left with a wave, hurrying off to my quarters with plans to make a phone call, potentially save the day, then set up the sun lamp for the benefit of a certain fuzzy little heat-lover as well as for my own sake.
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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.
Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.
The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).
#yes that's a reference to what you think it is#blame the person on Patreon last week#who mentioned that they pictured a couple of characters as looking like#...someone#it seemed very appropriate#my writing#The Token Human#humans are weird#haso#hfy#eiad#humans are space orcs#aliens#in spaaace#aliens who bear a resemblance to...#(is this enough tags that it doesn't show up unless you click the thing?)#(don't want to spoil it)#...to...#...#the Geico Gecko#you're welcome#spaceship insurance#srs biznis
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safe and sound | leah williamson x reader
themes of suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, self harm, depression, anxiety, angst, 4000 words
sorry this is messy asf and not spell checked whatsoever cause i’m uploading this at 1am lol but got this from a request and felt like i had to finish it before i start the lucy smut that i’m starting so here it is my loves xoxo
I blamed myself for getting myself into this position. Maybe if I’d been a better friend or a better player or maybe just if I hadn;t of woken up on the left side of the bed this morning. Maybe it would all be different if we hadn’t just won a home Euros, maybe I wouldn’t feel the same pressure from the media, maybe I wouldn’t have felt so goddamn anxious to go anywhere. Maybe if I hadn't transferred from Barca I’d feel safer, maybe if I wasn’t so focused on my career I would have seen the warning signs. I hadn’t though, hadn’t seen the way that I felt so fucking tired after every session, even the easier ones. Hadn’t noticed the fact that I wasn’t sleeping anymore and that I was always checking social media to see what people were saying about my most recent game. I hadn’t noticed that I was picking at my nail beds again until they were a bloody mess. Hadn’t noticed that the accidental nicks along my legs from my razor had slowly become less accidental. Hadn’t noticed how absolutely broken I had been from the inside out until I was sitting on top of my apartment car garage contemplating everything.
The sun was setting slowly, the yellows and pinks and oranges all mixing like a starburst tie dye across the sky. It was incredible, something I’d never really seen in London, it felt symbolic. Maybe if I hadn't been choking down my feelings for so long I wouldn’t have been looking at the concrete 30ms below me and finding comfort in it. Finding comfort in the poetic way that it spoke to me, that it made me feel a little bit more at peace. Solid, grey, concrete. Nothing special about it but there was also something so special about it. A gust of wind would probably be enough to send me plummeting onto it, my brains and blood spilling out all over it. It would never look the same after that, never be quite so mundane and normal. The bloodstain would be hard to get out, the deep maroon seeping into the stone and staining it within a matter of minutes. I thought about the headlines for a few seconds, I’d probably make the front page of about every newspaper in the nation, ‘Y/n Y/l/n, Lionesses star striker, dead at 24 due to suicide’, it sent shivers down my spine, the good kind of shivers that made you feel at peace.
I’d never really let myself get further than that, never left myself alone long enough to think of a plan, actually think about much further than sitting here. Now though I felt more alone than ever, I shouldn’t have ever left Barca, shouldn’t have left my family there. It had seemed like the right decision coming to England, to play for Arsenal, to play at home again. Now though I couldn’t have regretted my decision more, I mean I was pretty much calling Lucy or Alexia everyday telling them how desperate I was to come home, balling my eyes out to them on the phone about how much I missed our team in Spain. I was technically only on loan for a season, just to find my footing, but now I was certain that I stood no chance of surviving the whole season. The girls are lovely, Jonas was lovely, I was playing alongside the woman I loved but everything about it felt so wrong. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was the location but it all was just so wrong and I couldn’t tell you why. I woke up every morning, went to training, came home, ate, tried to sleep and then repeated it all. It was a strenuously depressing pattern that never ended. It was the same, day in, day out. I didn’t have my found family anymore, just myself and my girlfriend who was too occupied with being Arsenal and England’s captain to have much time for me anymore. I didn’t really blame her, she was a busy woman, and she had such a good pure heart that she used to do so much good.
Sometimes it was overwhelming to me how much she was willing to give, to other people, to anything. She put her whole heart into everything and it was something I envied so much in her. Her willingness to give up anything for the people she cared about was insane to me. She cared so deeply about everyone around her and it was truly astounding but it did leave me feeling neglected occasionally when she was busy helping out someone or busy dedicating her time to a project that needed her more than I did. I didn’t like to be needy, so maybe even though I’d been struggling for a few weeks I hadn’t flagged it with Leah.
She’d caught on somewhere along the way, stopping me one morning to check in, I’d shaken her off with a smile telling her I was just a little bit burn out with the Euro’s and changing to Arsenal, I could tell she hadn’t believed me but she also knew that I didn’t respond well to being pushed, normally she would wait me out, wait until I came crawling to her to talk but this time it felt different, like maybe this was the end. Maybe this time I wasn’t going to get around to talking to Leah, maybe this time I didn’t want her to help me, maybe I just wanted to be done with trying to be better, trying to be okay when I wasn’t. Maybe this ledge was the end of my story, maybe it was destined to be.
“Hey honey.”
The sudden voice behind me was almost enough to send me over the ledge, my knuckles turning white from clutching onto the edge. I flinched as the source of the voice climbed up onto the ledge and sat down beside me.
“Beautiful sunset, how was your day?”
It was such a mundane question and the simplicity of the statement was enough to bring me down to earth enough to realise that there were tears falling down my face and my whole body was shaking slightly.
“Reminds me of the ones in Barca. It was alright.”
Leah nodded at me, keeping her own eyes on the horizon, the sun had almost fully gone down but there were parts of it still peeking out.
“I went and saw Keira and Jill, Keira was in town to visit Millie and some of the other girls, she said she missed you, that you’d been missing her and Luce’s calls for about a week now.”
My hands were almost numb from the death grip that I had on the ledge that we were sitting on. She had distanced herself enough that we weren’t touching but close enough that I could feel her presence.
“It kept slipping my mind to call them back.”
It was all excuses, things that I was telling Leah to avoid the conversation.
“Fair enough, they’re both just worried about you, I’m worried about you sweetheart. Did you end up going for coffee with Katie this morning?”
I knew she was asking me the questions as a distraction technique, new she’d been taught it from Lucy when I’d moved here, the same stuff Lucy had been taught from my therapist. I knew that subconsciously but for some reason it worked every single time, without fail.
“Felt sick.”
“She called me, said you’d bailed last minute and asked me to check in with you for her, to tell you that you guys would have to reschedule. What did you eat for lunch?”
I could feel my legs kicking out against the solid concrete below my feet, I was averting Leah’s eye contact with everything that I could, keeping my eyes on my feet or the sky that was gradually getting darker.
“Felt sick, wasn’t hungry. Why are you here? I thought you had that dinner thing with Alex.”
It was the first question that I’d asked in the conversation, my curiosity taking over slightly.
“I came to check in with you, you weren’t answering my texts or calls and I was worried you were sick, so I came to check in before heading off to Alex’s, it’s unlike you to not be on your phone.”
I nodded, it was a fairly good explanation and it made sense but it also annoyed me so much because Leah showing up here was fucking with everything.
“You can go to Alex’s, I feel fine.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
Leah’s words hung heavy in the space between us.
“I know Lee.”
I rubbed at the tears that were drying up on my face with the sleeve of my hoodie, I was still trembling slightly but my tears had come to a slow.
“If anything ever happened to you I’d be beside myself.”
I felt my two front teeth falling to my lip, clutching it between my teeth and biting down on it.
“Lee, I’m fine.”
“No you’re not angel, and there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s okay for you to not be doing okay. We wouldn’t be sitting here if everything was fine, how about we get down from here, yeah? We can head down to your apartment, or my house if you want. We’ll go see the dogs, we can talk if you want, or we can call your therapist, or Ale, or we can just cuddle in bed, whatever you need.”
I shook my head almost immediately.
“Leah I need you to leave me alone, please, just leave, go home, go hang out with Alex, just leave me.”
“I can’t do that sweetheart and you know it, and if you can’t get down from here then you know that I won’t hesitate to call 999 if it's what I have to do to keep you safe. I love you Y/n, but I will not love you to death. So you can either get down from here by yourself or with my help, or with the help of a policeman, those are your options.”
It was the stern Leah that was now coming out now, the Leah that came out when she needed to help a teammate who was struggling but wouldn’t admit it, the Leah who was relentless and would do anything to protect the people she loved.
“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t fucking deal with this anymore.”
That was when I broke, tears and sobs cascading from my eyes and mouth.
“I know sweetheart, and I am so sorry that I didn’t realise that it had gotten this bad, I am so sorry for that. Let me make it up to you, let me take you home and I can take time off, we can both take time off, travel, whatever you need. Y/n/n, I can’t not do life without you, so let’s get down from here, let’s work this out at home.”
I was at a crossroads, on one hand I was very much so aware of the fact that I could jump right now, that Leah couldn’t stop that, I also knew that I wouldn’t do it with Leah here, the guilt of making her watch it would eat at me too much. So eventually, I was going to have to get down but for right now I couldn't, I needed to hold on to this for a little bit before having to get down and face reality.
“I’m not going to jump, I just need a few more minutes here.”
“I don’t know if I trust you right now honey, no offence, but I’m looking out for you.”
I nodded, it was fair judgement, I probably wouldn’t trust me either in her position.
“You can hold onto me if it helps, I just need some time here.”
Leah conceded to me, but wrapped her arm securely around my waist, moving herself so she was flush against me and holding me tightly against her body.
“How was Keira?”
“She was good, misses you, her and Lucy are good, I think Keira is getting the sense that Lucy might be tiptoeing around proposing. Apparently she’s been very secretive and antsy, typical Lucy fashion, I told her I knew nothing. Jill made me promise that we’d meet up with her, she says she misses my better half. I picked up Scout from the groomers, you should see the hair cut they gave her, just pure fluff. I went to the grocers, the fancy one that you love so much down the road, picked up all of your favourite stuff, even the stupidly expensive soup that you like. If you want we can go back to mine and you can eat it while we talk.”
She was trying to coax me away, with the promise of soup, which sounded so stupid but she knew me so well that it made me laugh a little bit.
“Can I have the soup without talking?”
“You can drink the soup first but we have to talk and you know it, whether you realise it or not it’s for the better.”
I nodded into Leah’s side, she was right, she was always right. She was so wise for her age and sometimes it felt like instead of being two years older than me she was 20.
“Let’s head home, yeah?”
I pursed my lips, still contemplating my options.
“You’re going to make me anyways, right?”
“Yeah babygirl, it’s for the best.”
I nodded at Leah, accepting defeat.
“Can you help me?”
Leah nodded at me almost immediately, getting herself down and then reaching up for me. She lifted me off of the ledge and pulled me down onto the ground beside her. The first thing she did was drape her jacket around my shivering form. She didn’t say anything else, she just immediately started walking, dragging me along towards her car and gracefully fastening the passenger seat belt around me before climbing into the driver's seat and started to drive.
The car ride was silent, I was a shivering, crying, mess. Leah was keeping up her strong facade, clearly not prepared to give me any sympathy. It wasn’t her way, she was a tough love kind of person. She gave it to you how it was and that was that. I loved her for that, I didn’t like people who bull shitted you with false sympathies and sweetness, I was a realist and so was Leah.
The drive to her house was reasonably short, she lived about a ten minute drive from my apartment or a half an hour walk. It was convenient, especially when one of us needed a little bit of space but we also wanted to be within reach of the other. When we did make it back to her house I was kind of feeling inexplicably numb, my thoughts eating at my brain and body and leaving me feeling frozen in time. Leah unbuckled me from my seat and helped me up, helped me walk through her front door before getting me seated on her couch with our dogs before walking into the kitchen to get that soup that she’d promised me.
When she did finish warming up the soup I was melting into the couch practically, our dogs, Scout and Saidee had apparently gotten the message that I needed them, so both of them were draped on top of me, it was what I needed. Leah returned with a bowl of soup and placed it down on our coffee table before sliding in next to me on the couch.
“I’d give the soup a few minutes to cool down, how about we talk until then?”
I didn’t want to talk, but it didn’t seem like I had a choice.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“How long have you been feeling not okay?”
It was a rough question, but not something that I hadn’t been expecting.
“Honestly, a few weeks, since my move here. I love you and I love being with you but being here isn’t easy for me and I’m struggling to settle in.”
Leah nodded, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for her to hear, that’s probably why I’d avoided telling her for as long as possible. Arsenal was her family, Arsenal ran in her blood and I knew that there was a chance she’d take it personally that I hadn’t been finding it easy to settle in.
“Okay, I wish you’d told me earlier but that’s okay. Change isn’t easy, I can’t blame you for struggling. Obviously, I love having you here but if it’s not meant to be then it’s not meant to be. I’m sorry if I haven’t been focusing on you enough, I know that I’ve been so occupied with everything else but that isn’t a good enough reason for me to have been neglecting you. I have to ask this question, were you going to kill yourself tonight?”
I took a deep breath through my nose, no one is ever prepared for that question, it’s not something anybody wants to hear or talk about ever.
“Look, I’m not quite sure. I wasn’t really thinking, if you hadn't showed up, maybe. I don’t know Leah, I just know that I was feeling so fucking out of control and when I fele out of control I stop thinking.”
Leah just pursed her lips, it was clear that she didn’t know exactly what to say, or she was trying to put what she was thinking into words.
“Okay, that’s okay. Obviously it’s not okay, but that’s okay. We have options here, you have options. Let’s book an appointment with your therapist tomorrow, firstly. Secondly I think you and I should maybe sit down and have a proper conversation about your mental health, just so that I can become more educated on it and I can be more aware of these kinds of situations, because I want to be. I love you y/n and I want to be here to support you fully, but if I’m going to do that I need to understand how I can love you but also look after you and help you, because I want to.”
I was anxiously patting our dogs stomach, as I thought about how the fuck I was going to talk to Leah about this.
“I’ve had fucked up mental health since I was a kid, it fluctuates, you know that I get panic attacks and spouts of depression. Sometimes it worsens, Lucy can give you more details, honestly I don’t think I’m the best at explaining it. Sometimes I get really low, I’ve had my fair share of suicidal thoughts and self harm over the years, I’ve never gone through with anything and honestly my mental health has been really good over the year or so, that was why I didn’t flag it with you, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I am so sorry that you had to see me like that, I’m sorry that your fucking worrying about me.”
Leah’s arm wove its way around my waist, bringing me flush against her and it felt so right in that moment.
“Y/n, look at me.”
It was the first time that I’d looked her in the eyes the whole night and it kind of hurt in some bizarre way staring into her brown eyes. They were full of so much emotion, so much feeling and pain in them.
“You should not be sorry for having human emotion. I’m sorry for not seeing the warning signs, for not being around enough to see the signs. I’m still learning, I’m trying to be better for you, so let’s just agree that neither of us are perfect. This is new to me, but I’m going to try my fucking hardest for you, whatever you need. We’re going to make you feel happier, put that smile back on your face that made me fall in love with you, if it’s the last thing I do. Maybe we take a break if that’s what you need, or we explore other options, anything to make you feel happier, anything for my girl.”
#woso#leah williamson#lionesses#woso community#arsenal wfc#leah williamson x reader#katie mccabe#lucy bronze#marry me rn
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Haiii orla (՞ . .՞)ฅ” i have a just a small request, what do you like König or any Task Force 141 members favorite sweets would be?
also have a wonderful day, drink water and take care of yourself!
141 + könig favourite sweets :3 🍰🍭🧁🍬
i'm a firm believer that john price doesn't enjoy overly sweet desserts and treats. although, he enjoys licorice, as well as fudge and toffee. if you hand him some skittles, or sour patch kids, he'll gag and spit it out... doesn't do well with sourness whatsoever, and prefers chewy caramel, or fudge!
on the other hand, soap mactavish is a fiend for sweet treats. as he's scottish, i can see him liking scottish tablet, as well as empire biscuits. i also believe he'd like sour and sweet treats, as well as biscuits with jam.
simon riley likes chocolate, although, he's not too big on certain sweets. like captain price, he enjoys licorice, but he can also get behind stuff like haribos, or starbursts. he wouldn't turn down something sweet, but he goes absolutely insane for anything including chocolate. (is also a fan of custard doughnuts, as well as chocolate filled.)
like simon, gaz garrick also enjoys custard filled treats. custard creams, custard filled donuts, or having custard on the side of a brownie. he also adores chocolate flavoured sweets, but also enjoys sour candy. gaz is always complaining that it's not sour enough – he can handle a lot...
könig enjoys mostly everything – aside from licorice and anything mint flavoured. he doesn't enjoy mint flavoured chocolate (like i've stated before), but be goes crazy for most desserts. adores brownies, and makes fantastic homemade, chocolate brownies. enjoys sweeter tasting treats, but CANNOT stand anything sour – trust me, he'll scrunch his face up (he may shed a tear, or two...)
#orla speaks#könig call of duty#konig x reader#könig x reader#soap mactavish fanfic#soap mactavish headcannons#soap headcanons#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost headcanon#ghost simon riley#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#gaz headcanons#captain price cod#captain price headcanons#captain price x reader
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been working on this for a couple of days now (sleep and meal hours was necessary). i thought that Ichiji, as a straw hat, needed a proper art dump
clear translations;
Scarlet Ichiji (aka straw hat!Ichiji AU)
resting bitch face
gluten intolerant
can cook, but rather eat it
shitty eyesight after a fever nearly boiled him alive
takes his big brother duties super seriuously
escaped Germa with Sanji
always had emotions, he's just too good at hiding them Role; Archivist
writes & archives the Straw Hats' adventues
he really loves writing stories other information;
starburst scar on his covered eye (Judge did it)
(why does he look like Nighteye from "My Hero Academia"?)
fancy sword, most likely stole it
uses swordfighting, but fencing style
dresses with an actual pirate "Sparking Red"
a multi-purpose, light-based power
since unethical human experiments is the cause, sea stone doesn't work
is often mistaken for Devil Fruit powers
enhances all abilities, like speed, strength, etc.
1st image: a full color of Ichiji. he has shoulder length hair and keeps it tied up. without Germa's continuation of unethical experiments, it has turned dark red and is his natural hair color. he has the same eyes as Sanji and he has a pair of glasses. as stated in the art dump, he got shitty eyesight after a fever that almost boiled him alive (he got seriously ill during the five last days he, Sanji and Zeff were on the rock and nearly starved to death). he also have scars across his nose, implying that he has a starburst scar on his covered eye (caused by Judge, when Ichiji rebelled against him)
2nd image: lineart of Ichiji staying up late and writing down the Straw Hats' latest adventures in their chronicles. if it wasn't for Chopper, then Ichiji would stay up all night and write.
3rd image: a fullbody lineart of Ichiji in fighting pose. in battles, be it pirates or marines, he uses both Sparking Red and swordfighting. his swordfighting is more fencing style (his Germa lessons never left him and he's using that to his advantage). Sparking Red has evolved like a power of his own and he can use his sword as a tool to focus his power. and what happens if he doesn't have his sword? easy, he uses kicking just like Zeff taught him and Sanji.
bonus:
this poor lad is one of the few rational ones on the ship and everyday, he asks "why me". he just wants to nap, write his stories and dream.
dw, he's very loyal to Luffy, but he'd like to ask his captain to please go one day without almost drowning and pissing off marines or other pirates
#pooks rambles#pooks draws#one piece#one piece au#straw hat ichiji au#ichiji runs away with sanji au#vinsmoke ichiji#scarlet ichiji#pirate vinsmoke ichiji
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(captain starburst is the pink superhero, teslacoil is the green/blue snake!)
i'm making this poll to see what people's first impressions of captain starburst and teslacoil together are, since i really think they could pass as.. anything, really LOL. please vote BEFORE you go looking for the actual answer, i just want to know people's first thought! i also know there's a lot more options i could've added but i wanted to keep it pretty simple. so the correct answer IS one of these four!
#i encourage reblogs on this bc i want it to reach ppl who have no idea who i am#because i feel like if you know me you probably know the answer to this#ALSO SORRY FOR THE REPOST I FUCKED IT UP LOL#captains log#🌟#⚡
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hellooooo!! i would like to drop a request for your follower event please!!
i’ve been seeing all the mermaid AUs and wanted to hop on that bandwagon. but the reader (gender neutral) is the mermaid instead of the clone. so gender neutral mermaid reader with human gregor please! something cute and romantic!!!<3
Up Where They Walk
Summary: It’s been years since King Neptune banned all merpeople from venturing to the surface. Contact with humans is punishable by exile. But you’ve never been very good at following the rules.
Pairing: Captain Gregor x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1740
Warnings: None
Prompt: Mermaid AU
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: So, as I wrote this, I was picturing a Little Mermaid AU, where Ariel accepted Ursula's gift and never returned to the sea. Because she was never in love with Prince Eric, so much as human culture as a whole. King Neptune, thinking that the humans stole his youngest daughter, forbade contact with the humans in his grief.
You’ve been a journalist since you were a teenager. You started with writing stories at school, cute little stories about the school sports team or the choir.��
Nice little feel-good stories that your classmates can bring home to their parents.
As you aged, your stories became much less cute.
Your first real story was about the growing drug epidemic that was going untreated in Atlantis. Your second story was about King Neptune’s growing paranoia towards the surface-dwellers.
The second story puts you squarely under the King’s microscope.
Oh, everything you wrote was completely factual. But people don’t often question the King’s decisions, and your article meant that many people started to question his rulings.
Because of this scrutiny, you really should be more careful.
You should stay within the bounds of the King’s directives.
That would be the smart thing to do.
But, no one’s ever accused you of being overly smart.
And so tonight, just like every night, you slip out of your home and swim out of Atlantis. You swim around the ship graveyard and then swim up.
Higher, higher, and higher, until you reach the surface.
It takes you a moment to gain your bearings, and then you turn and swim to shore. You give the fishing village a wide berth and swim until you reach the pier.
Specifically one of the houseboats located at the end of the row of bobbing boats.
The ship is called The Starburst, and its Captains name is Gregor. You toss a small rock at a closed window and watch as the door opens, and Gregor steps onto the deck.
He looks around for a moment, then a bright smile crosses his face as his gaze lands on you. Gregor walks over to you and crouches on the deck, “I didn’t think you were coming tonight,” He says.
“Have I ever missed a date?” You counter with an easy grin, “It took me a bit longer to ditch my babysitter than normal.”
Gregor frowns and reaches down to take your hands. Effortlessly, as though you weigh nothing, he lifts you onto the deck and settles you next to him.
You shimmy so that your tail isn’t in the water anymore, just in case someone from Atlantis comes poking around, and you gratefully accept the blanket that he offers you.
“The King is cracking down on you?” Gregor asks concern written clearly on his face and in his voice.
“He knows I’m doing something illegal, but he has no proof. And if he exiles me, or throws me in prison, without proper proof he’ll be thrown out of the throne faster than you can blink.” You reply, “I am a journalist, after all.”
The concerned look doesn’t fade, “Maybe we should stop these dates for a while?”
“That’s sweet, Gregor.” You turn to him and reach out to press your hands against his cheeks, “But I’m not afraid of the King.”
“I thought you said that he’s the most powerful magic user in Atlantis.”
“Oh, he is.” You agree.
“So maybe you should be afraid of him?”
“Gregor,” You lightly stroke his cheek, “You’re worth it to me.”
His dark eyes scan your face, and then Gregor sighs and presses his hands over your cheeks, his warm hands sliding across the scales that sit high on your cheekbones. “I’m flattered.” He finally says with a soft laugh.
“You should be. I’m a catch, Gregor.”
“Mm, I believe it.” One of his arms moves to wrap around your waist, and he pulls you closer until your chest is pressed flush against his. “And you went and let me catch you, I’m a lucky man.”
“Yes,” You agree with a growing grin, “You are.” You tilt your head back slightly, and Gregor immediately leans in and catches your lips with his.
Kissing Gregor is always a treat. His lips and tongue are warm, and he always tastes of something sweet. He once admitted to you that he likes to eat a piece of candy before you arrive, in the hopes that you’ll kiss him more.
Every inch of him is warm, you can’t help but press yourself closer to him as you kiss, trying to absorb all of his warmth. Not that he seems to mind, as his hands dip under the blanket he wrapped you in to slide against the smooth skin of your back, and the rougher scales of your upper tail.
You allow your hands to slide under the hem of his shirt to rest on his stomach, and Gregor releases a noise that you’d call a mix of a moan and a groan.
He breaks the kiss, pulling a noise of dismay from your lips, “You’re going to be the death of me, cyare.” Gregor mumbles as his lips move to settle on the skin on your neck.
“I’m not doing anything.” You counter innocently as you slide your hands higher up his stomach to settle just over his ribs.
Gregor groans again, “Would you like me to take my shirt off?” He asks, his gaze heated.
“Mm, more than anything.” You admit, “But you probably shouldn’t.”
Gregor stares at you for a moment, and then swiftly peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side, “I’ll stop you before we go too far,” He promises, and he’s rewarded with you lightly pushing him onto his back, your hands wandering across the planes of skin now exposed to you.
He laughs when you lower your head to press a kiss just over his heart, his hand coming up to caress your cheek.
You favor him with a bright smile, “I love you, Gregor.”
His smile is blinding, and then he tugs you so that you’re half laying over him and he pulls you down so that his lips are pressed against yours once more. “Love you too,” He murmurs against your lips. “If you could stay until sunrise, I’d show you just how much.”
You smile at him, “Maybe someday.” You whisper.
“Once your King gets over himself,” Gregor agrees, “But I’m a patient man, I can wait.” And then he pulls your lips down to meet his again, and any more talking becomes pointless.
After all, you both know how you feel about each other and you’d both rather spend what little free time you have together showing each other how you feel, rather than talking about it.
The following day, a little after lunchtime, you’re summoned to the Palace.
King Neptune looks smug, and you can’t help but scowl at him. “If you’re here to nag me about the article that I’m writing,” You start, “The housing crisis is just that, a crisis!”
The King inclines his head in agreement, “It is a crisis, and it’s one that I’ve been working on. Your articles about the crisis have helped a lot with my negotiations. You are here, journalist, because you’ve been breaking the law.”
Your scowl deepens.
“Traveling to the surface has been forbidden since before you were born.” The King says, “And yet, you travel to the surface every night, for hours.”
You lift your chin, “And I have for well over a year. What of it?”
“Travel to the surface is punishable by exile.” The King reminds you.
You glare at him, “They are our closest neighbors, we should be opening dialogue with them for trade.”
“That is not for you to decide.” The King says flatly, “But if you love the surface so much, then you can live with them.”
You’re about to demand to know what he means, but you don’t have the chance as golden, painful, magic swirls around you, transforming you from a mer to a human.
You have half a second to realize that you’re drowning before there’s a second golden glow wraps around you and rips you from Atlantis.
You’re dropped, unceremoniously, on a strip of beach not far from Gregor’s ship, wrapped in a loose tunic and tattered trousers to protect you from the harsh sun.
And there, burned into your left leg, is the word EXILE written in the mer language.
Slowly, painfully, you push to your feet and head towards Gregor’s boat. You’re a bit unsteady on your feet, partly because you’ve never had feet before and partly because the burn on your leg hurts with every step.
Eventually, you make it to Gregor’s boat, or, well, to where his boat docks at the end of every day, and you drop onto a bench nearby. He’ll come back soon enough.
Several hours later, Gregor’s ship pulls back into his place at the pier, and he almost immediately jumps off the ship and to your side, “Cyare?” His hands, rough and calloused, press against your cheek, and then just over the burn on your leg, “What happened?”
You flash a painful smile, “I was exiled.”
“Kriff, this looks like it hurts. Have you been in the sun all day?”
“It does, and I have.” He scoops you into his arms and carries you onto his ship, bringing you below deck and setting you on a plush bed.
“Hold on, I have some aloe for the sunburn,” He says, “It’ll help with the burn. As for the brand,” He glances at it, and grimaces, “I’ll call the town doctor, he’ll be able to help I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry, Gregor.”
He pauses and shoots you a look, “For what?”
“Being a burden.”
“You’re not, you could never.” He grabs the aloe, drops it on the bedside table, and then presses his hands against your cheeks, “I love you, and I’m happy to take care of you.”
“Well, you did warn me—”
“The only person at fault for this is your King, no one else.” Gregor interrupts, “I’m happy that you’re here, even if it's not how we wanted. I’ll teach you everything you need to excel on land.”
You smile at him, adoringly. “And I can finally meet your brothers?”
“And you can meet my brothers.” He agrees, leans in kisses your forehead, and then presses a chaste kiss against your lips, “Now, I need to call the doctor, are you hungry?”
“A little bit.”
“Alright, I’ll call the doctor and then make you something to eat.” He kisses you one more time, “We’re going to be fine, cyare. You’ll see.”
You squeeze his fingers and nod agreeingly.
After all, if Gregor says it, then it must be true.
#star wars#tbb#star wars au#vodika-vibes 650 event#captain gregor x reader#gregor x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#gn!reader fic#answered asks#mermaid au
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an older sketch of a dear enemy mine
#my art#older art#dnd art#dnd npc#this is bc I’m working on like 15 drawing ideas and a fanfic so have someone I adore#space campaign#Cerberus Captain Bromeli#Bromeli my absolute beloved#Haze (our DM) said he looked uncomfortable in the official captain’s gear and so I drew him happy in some loose clothing with their namesake#unrelated but#I wanna hold the captain’s hand.They’re just a silly rogue-like person who is also coincidentally a subordinate leader of the ‘evil’ side!#it doesn’t help that me and Doc (my Extremely Unethical Scientist) saw that he had flowers and vines growing on him and we went “OHHHGHGHGH’#I’m gonna kiss ‘em. No I don’t care if it’s unethical I WANT TO KISS THE EVIL CAPTAIN#reaaaalllly channeling a certain space entity when it comes to them I am HYPER AWARE#Clara’s “Rocketeer’’ cover is playing this is NOT helping YouTube /aff#the captains doc is on good terms with >>>>>> (Starburst and Bromeli)#rea rambles in the tags#rea’s trash
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based off a recent rp i did with a bunch of friends, here's some gay people taking a nap in the pool!
reblogs are appreciated!
#in my heart this is another pride month piece#art#my art#oc#original character#furry#furry oc#fursona#anthro#anthro art#sfw furry#safe fur work#digital art#gay#mlm#poolcore#oc: captain starburst
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we like notebooks around here right? well, here, have some pics of mine!
i have three in total that i use regularly (pictured below) the two leather ones are refillable and about A5 sized. the little one is about A7. the paper i use is paper republic (a paper supply out of Vienna). its quite expensive, but its very worth it because i exclusively use fountain pens (its just a vastly superior writing experience tbh and i know it sounds snobby but please let me have this) and most regular paper does not do well with fountain pen ink (it bleeds through everything, it feathers, its splotches, its a disaster). the paper i use is specifically made for fountain pens so yeah. im a happy camper!
the leftmost one is my journal. i write at least 3 pages in it each morning. sometimes it gets profound but most of the time its not. its really my equivalent of screaming into a pillow so that i have the mental fortitude to face the day more even-handed. i will usually write those pages first thing when i get into work and sip on my coffee. (this pic also features my blank keycap keyboard. it is a cherry mx brown Ducky DK2108S that Mr. Nopal got me as a gift when we were still dating. its called Starburst bc the keycap colors look like starburst candies)
the middle one (second in this stack above) is what i use for anything writing related. i usually have all of my writing notes stored digitally but every now and then, when i really need to get my head in the right place about a part of the story, i will pull this guy out and sketch out what i need to do. this is also the notebook i use to take notes during writing/creative lectures and talks that i attend. and i also put quotes that inspire me in here. i pin a few art pieces in here as well, for example the physical copy of Captain Frere, The Vanishing Pirate is in here!
the final one (on the top in this pic) is my commonplace book. i recently started making use of this type of notebook on the recommendation of @illjustpretend and honestly its been so great. this is basically where i keep my random little scratchings, to do lists, grocery lists, and my thoughts that worm their way into my head and need a place to stay. its extra small so i can throw it into any bag im carrying!
another angle bc i just love how they all look together. in the back in my pencil case with post-its, highlighters, pencils etc. and laying across the top of the commonplace book is one of my fountain pens, its the Pilot Kakuno with Fine size tip. im currently using Lamy Black ink in it. if you look closely you can also see another one of my fountain pens, that one is the Lamy AL-Star in the color Cosmic. it was the first fountain pen i ever owned and i got it as a gift from my sisters for my birthday. it has my penname engraved on one side of it and currently loaded with Lamy Teal ink.
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Part 2 of 2! A costume refsheet/partial re-design of sorts for @thrakaboom ! Lots of fun to work on, and I like how it turned out personally 😊 Thanks again for the comm 🌠
Here are some close-ups under the cut:
Going for a kind of Greco-Roman face (and hair) here... also went for brown eyes, predictably lol — and white eyelashes cause he dyes his hair blonde.
and of course the alternate colored version it's all lots of glowy blue-whites and deep starry midnights.
Was suggested to do some texture contrast for this, so I went for very high contrast with the latex finish on the black, and a softer more matte fabric texture for the red parts.
The 8 pointed star here came into being somewhat naturally as I was fiddling with shapes and cutouts, and I think it turned out nicely. Adds some fun visual interest without being as flashy as the gold star on the front imo.
glow, naturally. I used a glitter brush for the stars w/ some color overlays and then just added some white starbursts here and there. if I'd had to draw all that by hand I would have died.
The nega-bands here are loosely inspired by Maria Wolf's variant cover for Genis-Vell: Captain Marvel, though I was also, as the note says, thinking about mokume-gane (a woodgrain patterned laminated metal) a little bit, though this is not that so much as presumably etched or engraved.
Instead of trying to just draw what Wolf drew, I was thinking about swirls and the context of like, galaxies and stuff, and other various matrices (like woodgrain lol).
butt
You know I can never resist a good shoe. These are loosely based on things like racing shoes, mostly in the sole, though some of the diagonal shape was inspired by some larger, bulkier actual Boots.
Recurring V-shapes 👌
(here is a link to the other part of the comm btw: link)
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