#Homage (trope)

[deebrisbyfish]

Let me preface this by saying that a LOT of running stories in comics are built up on a small handful of repeating core ideas. THIS comic is no different. "Dee has creative block.", "Dee is anxious about using public restrooms.", "Look, it's something about boobs.", etc.

Conan doesn't like wizards or snake people. He hits on serving wenches. He gets in bar brawls. Garfield hates Monday and spiders. He loves lasagna. Etc.

This strip grew out of a conversation between Sabrina and me about the new CONAN comic from writer Jim Zub and artist Rob De La Torre and how good it is so far. And as we talked, I mentioned the standard story tropes and compared it to Garfield. Sabrina laughed and as a result, all these jokes and more all came out in conversation and I had to write them down to draw.

Let's just say that Rob De La Torre channels the great John Buscema WAY better than my attempt here, but it was REALLY fun to try. lol

[asm5129]

Hey Queers and Dears.

I changed my mind. After the barrage of comments I got on my video debunking Hbomb’s Avatar Fanfic allegations, I decided it would be worthwhile to make the full streams public rather than keep them on my Patreon.

I do not care whether you personally like RWBY or not, but Hbomb’s video has no critical merit and releasing it in segments can cloud that so I am releasing them uncut.

I may or may not still release clips or segments with some editing and evidence added like I did with the Avatar Fanfic video since the streams are very long and it’s unlikely anyone will watch them in full.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0jPNDWamV_wmRreM0Cuanp77kHHu6xMD

[dateamonster]

kinda kills me that even here on the adults watching kids media webbed site i dont see almost anybody talking about moon girl and devil dinosaur. i just finished binging the first season and it is like. an unreasonably good piece of scifi/superhero media. also an extradimensional dinosaur is there? and hes sweety cutey baby?? and i dont see any love for him or any of the fun and brilliantly designed monsters and villains of the week that show up??? messed up. messed up!!

[rga531]

I'm working to put my worldbuilding ideas in practice into proper writing, therefore I finished uploading to Ao3 all previously published chapters of my novel. It's a story of "what would happen if you took the standard isekai story, but one of the saddest and meekest creatures of Tokyo exchanged places with an invincible princess of another world, and she has zero preparation of how to run a government." I explore a lot of themes of cultural shock, moral and religious dilemmas and because I thought of this story bingewatching a lot of anime while reading a lot of stuff on the history of economic thought and losing my marbles aat how myopic public choice theory is while combining a lot of standard and improbable crazy anime-like action. (granted I put a lot of focus on dialogue). So, if anyone is interested, I'd like to share.

[nana-glass-chillhop-radio-hour]

The Bell in the Fog was so good. Everyone in the world is sleeping on this noir detective book series that centers around the 1950's queer underground in San Francisco. It's an ongoing series and the audiobooks are fantastic. Run, don't walk, to your local library / bookstore.

[andithiel]

Snippet tag

Thank you for tagging me @uncannycerulean (you can find her lovely snippet feat. Pansy here).

I’m currently writing agonising over an anon fest (while being away with extended family, yay, life is great!) so I can’t share a snippet of that. And I feel like maybe I’ve shared enough of the brain rot that is “Draco got a vibrator stuck in his arse and Harry needs to help him get it out”? And this is probably a bad idea because I can’t be distracted from the fest fic and I’ve no idea when I’d be able to finish this, but I’ve been toying with the idea of a werewolf A/B/O fic where Harry goes into his first heat and Draco needs to help him out by having him in his home and trying his best not to give into his rut. This is a pretty rough section (but the most polished I have for this WIP) where Draco’s asked Luna to come over and give Harry some special lycanthropy sex aid.

Luna hums and Draco’s not sure if she agrees or not. “He likes you though.”

���Luna, I’m sorry, I know you live on another planet, where I’m sure that statement is true. I, however, live on this one, the one where Harry Potter does not like Draco Malfoy. He’s not in his right mind right now, he doesn’t want— He’d want anyone who happens to—”

Luna regards him and it’s eery, he squirms.

“And what would the harm be in that? If he wants you for this problem, and you want him for the exact same—” Draco looks up and then down again. “Oh.”

Draco rubs at his nose, trying to quell his embarrassment.

“Maybe ‘like’ isn’t the right word,” she says. “But you were both heavily obsessed with each other in school.” Matter of factly as she always does.

Draco doesn’t feel like elaborating on this. “As pleasant as talking about Potter and me is, there was a reason I asked you to come over.”

“Oh! Yes, you did! I’m sorry Draco, I was so happy to see you that I forgot.”

Guilty that she feels that way about him and that he’s not good at keeping in touch. Luna rummages around in her bag and pulls out a box.

“Here, this is the latest in our lycanthropy collection: the inflatable dildo.”

Draco frowns while Luna unpacks the contents of the box. She pulls out a regular looking dildo. It’s purple, of course it’s purple.

“Right,” he mutters, unreasonably jealous of a piece of plastic. “Thanks.”

“Shall I give you a demonstration?”

“I’ve used this kind of thing, and I would venture that Potter has, too.”

“Oh, but this isn’t a regular dildo. It can sense when the user is about to reach climax, and then it expands at the base, like this.” She taps the dildo with her wand, and sure enough, it expands around the base, mimicking a knot that Draco is all too familiar with. “It won’t stay inflated for as long as a knot does, we’ve reached the conclusion that our clients find it a bit uncomfortable to keep it for that long when there’s not a body attached to it. It automatically deflates after about five minutes, but the user can postpone or shorten that time as they choose.”

Okay! That was fun right? *sweats nervously*. Onto the tagging! No pressure @rei382 @phdmama @dragonbornphoenix @crazybutgood @fictional @thehoneybeet and YOU who see this and want to share, please do!

[joncronshawauthor]

Terry Brooks and the Evolution of the Fantasy Genre

In the grand melee of fantasy literature, one sword struck a chord (or a nerve, depending on who you ask) that echoed throughout the genre – Terry Brooks‘ “The Sword of Shannara”. This 1977 novel wasn’t just a book; it was a declaration, a statement that fantasy was here to stay, and it didn’t mind borrowing a cup of sugar (or a whole pantry) from its neighbours. A Not-So-Distant Mirror: Echoes…

[sn0tcl0wn]

all my stories are like; there's two dudes. they're fucked up. one is short, the other is tall. the short one has more bloodlust, the tall one is a weird masochist. they're not really dating but they fuck nasty and care deeply. they commit some crimes, usually murder. they do their little dance and then get real vulnerable. rinse, repeat.

but, hey, at least i don't have same face syndrome anymore.

[yllowpages]

i could write a whole paper on why the john wick series is just a love letter to other movies

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Nothing like making an tribute to another popular programme,

especially one that isn’t created for BTV.

[tonydaddingham]

ahhhh thanks for the tag lily babe💕

nptssss: @theeminentlyimpractical, @robinwithay, and anyone else who would like to join 💕

EVERYONE ON TUMBLR NEEDS TO DO THIS

[mauvecherie-writes]

be mine this christmas: l.hamilton.

pairing: lewis hamilton x back oc!xenia richards

trope: grumpy billionaire x personal assistant au

ru’s 💌 : Please keep in mind that the Lewis in this story is not the IRL Lewis or the Lewis I typically write about. He’s a bit more of an asshole, he’s a bit more controlling. You’ll love him the same. This story is fast paced because it takes place in just about one night.

chapter: ONE

chapter warning: n/a

chapter w.c: 3.44K

𝐎𝐍𝐄:𝐗𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

Lewis Hamilton was an arsehole.

No, arsehole was not strong enough of a word to describe the depths of her hatred. She utterly loathed the man and there were not enough words in the a thesaurus that could describe the thoughts that plagued her mind. The thought of him on fire and she still wouldn’t throw water on him to save him. In fact, Xenia would throw the continuous stack of files that sat on her desk into the fire to stock the flames.

There was so much more that she could say but there was not enough space within her mind to keep thinking about that man.

Ugh, that man.

Xenia rolled her eyes at the phrase. Lewis Hamilton was the definition of being ‘the man’. To the modern man, he was the quintessential ‘alpha’ as they called them these days. A term that equally irked her.

An egotistical twat is what she felt was better suited for the type of man that Lewis Hamilton actually was. The type of man that made an obscene amount of money just by breathing and made it known that he had no qualms flaunting it. ’Who the fuck has a designer customised pen?!’

He was the type of man who walked with his head held high, shoulders square - demanding the attention through the sea of desks to the elevator that was constructed for his private use. The peasants were to use the smaller elevator further down the corridor.

Lewis Hamilton was considered a god to the board as his legacy in motorsport alone brought the investors, begging to give the company their money. Every man wanted to be him, willing to accept being his doormat if he allowed it. Every woman wanted to be in his bed if he spared them a glance. Equally pathetic.

Xenia wanted him to disappear. Then she would know peace.

She never understood how people could see the sun that seemed to be shining out of his arsehole. He had no redeeming qualities that she could think of and she’d been his personal assistant for three years.

He was a dominating whirlwind of force that blew everything that stood in his way and he would never look back to witness the havoc that he wreaked.

Xenia was not blind - she knew that he was an attractive man. It was in her face every day, confronted by it and that drove her hatred even deeper. He had her occupying the building that held her captive for sixty hours a week.

Yes, SIXTY!

In heels on top of it! Something about looking professional at all times that was written within the office’s code of conduct. Why she could not answer the emails at home (she was already doing that anyway) as she ran around the city of London doing errands off the clock was beyond her.

There were a lot of things that Hamilton did that would qualify enough as a form of harassment for a lawsuit.

But she was still here. Why?

Well, for one, her salary was amazing and helped her afford her obsession with fashion. It also helped that the VP of Sales, Rebecca Bailey was a sweetheart who loved asking her fashion tips. Xenia had cultivated a special relationship over the years with the older woman. They got along so well most likely due to the fact that she was one of the very few women in the building who did not want to cut off Xenia’s head because of her proximity to the boss.

Another reason why Xenia loved Rebecca was because of her encouragement for her to delve deeper into her fashion interest. Which was something Xenia was craving to do. She had gone so far as to create a website that she had intended to be her homage to fashion. Granted the only thing on the homepage was a white screen with the words ‘under construction’ flashing on the page. But it was a starting point.

“What are you so focused on?” The resident gossip, Lola Braun, stood at the edge of Xenia’s desk as she eyed the article that she had been working on. Xenia quickly shut her laptop screen down before Lola could read any further. She scrunched up her recently sculpted nose up when Xenia quietly pulled her screen close.

“It’s none of your business what I’m focused on actually.” Xenia replied . If she had to be honest with herself, she was not the biggest fan of Lola, matter of fact, she hated Lola at about the same level that she hated Lewis. Lola was the personal assistant of Rebecca which angered her even more due to how close they were forced to work with each other.

Lola loved herself in a way that was deplorable. Her high arched and pulled back eyebrows , hazel green eyes and a body every model aspired to have. With hair and flawless toffee-toned skin, magazines would say that you can get from rosemary water and witch hazel. However, because of this perceived perfection, Lola had made it her mission to force everyone around her to be miserable. She despised any food that contained more than 300 calories around her. God forbid, Xenia ate a lemon and poppyseed muffin with her caramel latte.

Everyone (mostly the women) wanted to look like Lola and they all seemed to hate the way Xenia looked. She was 5’9”, body full of curves, kinky coils that defied gravity with skin tone deep and rich as the juices of blackberries. Xenia loved the way that she looked. Lola could shove a chocolate chip cookie down her throat if she didn’t.

Xenia also hated the fact that she was a blubber mouth. You only ever told her anything when you wanted the entire office building to know. Xenia learned that little tidbit the hard way when she confided in her that she thought that the boss was a dick during her first month of employment. It was a very awkward staff general meeting when Lewis reprimanded ‘staff’ for inappropriate comments about higher administration.

Yes, Xenia hated Lola a great deal.

Lola cleared her throat, as if to remind her of her presence. Like Xenia could forget that she was standing there, not when her pungent fragrance was itching her nose.

“What do you want, Lola?”Xenia asked. She then dropped a stack of files onto her desk.

“Well, from the looks of it, it seems that you don’t have much work to do so here are the sales quarter files that Mr Hamilton asked for. Should keep you occupied until late. I can bet that you don’t even have an outfit for the Christmas party tonight.”

Xenia finally glared up at her. Meeting the woman’s snarky expression through her lashes.

“You’re right.” Xenia offered her a fake smile. “How about I start on these whilst you go and get those nails filled in. They look overdue.” Lola gasped as she pulled her emerald green manicured nails towards her chest before she moved to inspect them. Before Xenia could bask in the afterglow of Lola's stunned silence, a large and tasted hand dropped a note onto the stack of files in front of Xenia.

“Okay, this sparring round is over ladies.” Her eyes rolled before they landed on Miles. Miles Chamley-Watson was the Chief Marketing Officer of Hamilton Enterprises and also Lewis’s best friend. Only four years younger than the boss, Miles still knew him the longest and was there at the inception of the company - playing a massive role in its growth with his sharp eye on marketing the brand to a more generation.

Miles was also someone Xenia considered a friend and an ally. Their first meeting happened when he had walked in as she was getting a verbal lashing from the boss man. All she had done was pour oat milk into his coffee instead of almond. As the tears brimmed in her eyes, Miles was able to de-escalate the situation and since then, he had been a shoulder to lean on when the brunt force that was Lewis Hamilton was too much for her to bear.

“I just wanted to make sure that she got the files that were being asked for, Mr Chamley. We all know she seems to let her little fashion hobby get in the way of her actual job here.” Lola smirked as she tucked her bleached strands behind her ear with a smirk.

Xenia chewed the inside of her cheek to simmer the twitch of her palm to reach over and slap her. There were a lot of things to be said about Xenia and the disdain of her current job occupation but to try and imply that she was any less but good at her job was deeply insulting. Lola, pruny and loudly made it known that it should have been her in the position that Xenia was in. And if she could switch their places, she would. But Mr Hamilton had made it clear that he only wanted Xenia, even though they seemed to have each other.

Miles sighed as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “I’m sure that Miss Richards is more than capable of her job and has everything under control. Thank you, Lola.”

Lola huffed as she brushed her bleached strands from her shoulder and scattered away from Xenia’s desk. A sigh of relief left her lungs.

“Thank you, Miles.”

“Don’t thank me yet. What was that I heard about you not having a dress for tonight?”

A noise that sounded like a disgruntled groan left her mouth. She knew what he was going to say as she conjured up her excuse.

“I’m not going.”

“Come on Nia! You always say that!” Miles exclaimed with a hint of annoyance. His animated expression almost caused a smile to break out on her face.

”Listen. I’m always here as it is and I don’t want to stay here any longer than I need to. The party is in this building where I already feel suffocated and I won’t even be comfortable enough to drink. My enemies are everywhere and a drunken Xenia would be like food for fodder to the people.” Her last statement caused Miles to chuckle.

“I would much rather spend my night at home, take a nice and long bath then watch both versions of Black Christmas.” Her preferred plans sounded boring but they were honest. Xenia would rather enjoy her solitude than be surrounded by people who did not like her.

The annual Christmas party was the one thing that Xenia never had to set up; however, it was still her who ordered the decorations, figured out the catering and then the entertainment. Xenia was the unofficial party planner - another title under her hat that she was not getting paid for.

She was exhausted beyond belief.

Besides, she had too much to figure out before they broke for Christmas - Xenia wouldn’t be missed at the party.

“You can’t not go Nia.”

“Miles -.”

“Of course, she’s going. Why wouldn’t my assistant and the planner of the party be there?”

The deep voice of Satan bellowed through the air and almost forced Xenia to flee for her life. She had not seen him all day and now as she turned in her chair, she came face to face with her boss.

Lewis Hamilton. A brooding, muscled machine covered in a tailored suit and a million dollar Richard Mille watch on his wrist. Her eyes trailed down the thickness of his tattooed neck, broad shoulders and back up to his sharp jawline covered by his beard. Then her eyes settled on his soft and full lips that were tinted a soft pink. She hated to admit it but she loved his hair. He kept it in either braids or twisted plaits tied in a low bun. This time, two braided strands hung on either side of his face with the rest tied back which seemed to bring a softness to him that he did not deserve.

He was too handsome and ugly souls like him should not be handsome.

“I’m pretty tired sir. With everything that you’re having me do, I’m pretty worn out. I think I’ll sit this one out. Maybe next year?” Xenia let the sarcasm drip into her words and revelled in the way that he rolled his eyes.

“Not this time, Miss Richards.” Lewis spoke as he placed his hands into his pockets. The side of his face twitched in a way that showed that her tone had bothered him. He looked at Miles for a brief moment before turning his attention back to Xenia.

“Have you completed the list Mr Chamley gave you?”

Xenia frowned in confusion and slight annoyance. “You mean the list that he just gave me two seconds ago?”

“Watch that tone with me Richards. Get it done and then figure out your outfit situation for tonight.” His eyes dropped down the length of her frame, the heat of his stare forced her back straighter. “I’m sure because of your little hobby, you’ll be able to figure out something in such short notice.’

Without another word, he indicated for Miles to follow him before he turned and disappeared back into his office. That was it, a demand that he expected to be followed. No please. No thank you.

Dickhead.

Miles offered her an apologetic smile before he followed behind Lewis towards the office. Then she looked down at the list that had been placed in front of her.

Lunch from Bubala: Tuna Nicoise on toasted focaccia with the soup of the day.

Coffee order from Blank Street.

Dry cleaning from Nova’s (Need the shirt for tonight.)

She stared at the list, seemingly remembering the words from her interview. How she was supposed to his right hand and right hand only. Now she was doing that and somehow also finding the time to pick up his fucking laundry. Xenia looked around her surroundings before her moving eyes settled on the falling snow through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The slow and steadiness at which the snowflakes seemed to fall was a drastic contrast to the fast pace that her mind was running. Maybe if she was lucky, Santa’s reindeer’s would run her over with his dry cleaning getting trampled on.

Xenia was surrounded by the settling blankets of picture perfect snow as she walked down the Main Street in her FENDI vintage boots. Christmas lights decorated the buildings with wreaths hanging on each lamp post. Everything around her was perfect and yet, Xenia still felt like the Grinch but who’s Christmas was being stolen from her.

Everything about the festive holiday that should give her all the joy was not giving her the warm and fuzzy feeling that it used to. This had been the feeling that had been sentiment since the first year at Hamilton Enterprises. Lewis seemed to have sucked the life out of her. However, Xenia had to take a deep breath and remind herself that she won't be a personal assistant forever.

Her fashion content was rising in popularity and it was only a matter of time before the vitality would turn into constant income then she would be able to leave. For good.

She sighed to herself once more as she hauled the dry cleaning over her shoulder as she entered into Bubala. The low lights, exposed brick and the flush of the Christmas colours added to the things that she adored about the shop. The queue to the counter was atrocious but it didn’t bother Xenia at all. It only prolonged her time away from the office. The smell of freshly baked goods, warm soup and the sounds of cheery, festive music was far more appealing to her than the four corners of her small cubicle.

As she waited in line, she scrolled through her emails, grinning at a report from Rebecca. She had already sorted through the first predicted quarter of the merchandise branch. She was a stickler for deadlines, often completing the work before the imposed time. How Rebecca was able to find the time to do it all? Xenia would never know.

“That smile will always outshine the brightest star.” A soft voice cut through the chatter of the restaurant and nestled within her ears. Her shoulder relaxed as she peered at the owner of the voice.

Nathan Fieldman.

Modality manager of the radiology department at the Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital. A Marvel enthusiast and the owner of the cutest golden daschund she’d ever seen.

Also, her ex-boyfriend.

Xenia offered him a platonic embrace, his Sauvage cologne causing her eye to water. She almost wanted to sneeze in repulsion. As they pulled apart, upon instinct, he reached out to touch her standing Afro. Yes, he was one of those men. But that wasn’t the reason that they had broken up. (even though in the long-run, it should have been a reason.)

No, they broke up because the leader of the Legion army of hell demanded so much of her time that it cut into the spending time that she had with Nathan. Their schedules did not align any more and she felt sorry for always leaving him hanging and cancelling plans last minute.

The guilt was heavy within her as she often left him to fend for himself. When she had suggested however, to quit her job and focus on being a fashion content creator, he thought that it wasn’t wise nor a sustainable career. That had been the last wedge in the relationship. So by the time that Xenia had asked for the break up, Nathan did not put up any type of fight. He was complacent in almost everything including the bedroom.

Now that she thought about it, there were a lot of things outside of her job that had resulted in the termination of their relationship.

“So what has you smiling like that Nini?” The cringey nickname made her want to vomit. Xenia did not miss that at all.

“Nothing in particular. I was just reading a report.” She kept her answer vague. Nathan’s eyes narrowed, pulling the rich brown skin at the corners of his eyes together.

“You still haven’t found your footing huh?”

“Not quite.” She answered with a smile that did not touch her eyes. She tried to ignore the rising insecurity within her at the tone of condescension in his words. He didn’t need to know that her lack of growth in the field of her passion was a soft spot for her and constantly had her worried that she would fail. The last person that she needed to confine in was her ex-boyfriend.

Clearing her throat as she shuffled forward in the queue. “So how is everything with you?”

Nathan’s eyes beamed, the skin of his cheeks spreading his five o’clock fuzz as he delved into the details of his past year in about the twenty minutes as they waited. She learned about all of the unique patients that he had come across and the department drama amongst his plans to expand into teaching university students. Along his retelling, he had mentioned that he had started dating again.

“So how’s everything with you? How are things for you these days?” Nathan finally asked Xenia as the both of them paid the cashier for their individual orders.

She shrugged her shoulders. What was there to say? Nothing had changed in the last year she had spoken to him. She was still stuck in the same job that she hated, doing things for a man she’d rather watch eat shit for pay as she struggled to produce any consistent content for her website.

“Nothing much. Just learning from the best around me, really.”

“That’s good to hear. Did you finally give up on the fashion stuff then?”

It took all of her strength to not tell him that it took an entire weekend in the Cotswolds to find the vintage Tory Burch blazer that she was wearing but the ping of her phone stopped her. As Xenia was about to offer an apology, Nathan placed a kiss on her cheek and picked his order from the counter.

“Duty calls, I know. It was nice seeing you, Nini. Take care.” A deep breath exhaled through her nose as she nodded. Xenia then grabbed her own bag from the counter as she looked down at her phone.

Arsehole: Coffee from MonMouth instead. Get one for yourself - I can’t have you sleeping before your duties are done. And sushi from Atelier for Mile.

Where were those fucking reindeers? She thought.

reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @saturnville @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @cocobutterqwueen @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @laneywrld @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew @henneseyhoe @perfecttrashface @alianovnaromanovanatalia @leilaxaliel @hotfudgeslug @iamryanl @pickingupmymercedes @eleetalks @ambs-06 @annisassintchaska @boujiestpoet @nayaesworld @nat-lh-44 @mochachocolatteyaya @melaninpov @kindan3rdy951 @elyseesarchive @sl33p-deprived-princess @soiguessimtheshit @acidlv @trinitoldyouso @gwenda-fav @f1-football-fiend

[firthbetterorfirthworse]

Colin Firth's Wet Influence

I've said this before, but this bears repeating because holy shit y'all

(Intro here, data and graphs here)

When I first started noticing how often Colin Firth got wet I questioned, was it because of Pride and Prejudice? Did the decision to put him in a wet shirt in 1995 alter the course of his career?

Well, NO. My hypothesis was wrong. He had five projects in the ten years before 1995, including Valmont which also put him in a wet white shirt. He already had an established career in wetness. Pride and Prejudice didn't influence him.

Instead,

Colin Firth influenced Pride & Prejudice

Before 1995? ZERO wet Darcys.

After 1995? MOST Darcys get wet! I watched 19 post 1995 adaptations with a Darcy character, and 13 of them got that Darcy wet. That's 68%! In at least two where they didn't get wet, they alluded to it!

I don't have stats either, but I've read >650 P&P adaptations and even in a non-visual medium, it's a trope to get Darcy wet.

Colin Firth’s trend of getting wet is so powerful it permanently altered the public perception of a 200 year old character

And! Now there are homages!

So. You know. You'll never be able to unsee when a character gets wet now. You're welcome!

[defectivegembrain]

Reasons that Troy and Abed have kissed:

For Abed's college experience checklist

Troy wanted to practice for girls

One of them dared the other to

Filming the Kickpuncher sex scene

Acting out the shadow puppets

Star Wars homage that felt oddly familiar

One of them lost a bet (the bet was between the two of them, whoever lost had to kiss the other)

To show support for LGBTQ rights when Britta was getting really into that

What happens in the dreamatorium stays in the dreamatorium

Making out so you don't look suspicious trope

Sharing gum

Game where they rate each other's technique

Checking if chapstick is needed

Just to try it out just in case but no haha just kidding wasn't that weird dude

It became part of Abed's routine

It might be the last chance

They missed it so so much, they're so glad that wasn't the last chance

They love each other

They don't need to come up with reasons anymore

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

...see, that's really damn funny, because 'what if John Snow and Catelyn Stark but an actually healthy family dynamic?' is exactly how I started off when I characterised Arthur and Kay's mum in The Boy King. (I named her Elyia, btw, she's cool.)

I like to think about Kay’s mother, Ector’s wife, Arthur’s foster mother. She’s often not in stories at all, but I like to think of her relationship with Arthur being kind of a positive version of the Stark family situation, where everyone assumes the “foundling” is Ector’s bastard, but his wife either knows he isn’t or just tried her best not to take it out on the kid. I like young Arthur having a weird, ‘part of the family but not inheriting’ childhood situation (maybe Ector planned to send him to the Church), but I also like to think that there was real love.

[west-brooke]

He’s fine guys he said so himself! That was his voice, right?

Details + old art below hehe

Remaking a four year old au I made back in 2020 when I watched rottmnt for the very first time! This was before the movie came out, and a lot of the themes and tropes from this old au got repurposed into my fic New Hardware lol. Its good to know I always liked bugs and also was evil 💜

I actually made this before I watched tmnt 2012, so it isn’t really based on the infamous wasp episode, but it could definitely be adjacent to that lol. It kinda freaked me out how much my art has improved since then, so I figured I’d pay homage to my past self by making art for her idea.

In terms of updated design, the old parasite was based on centipedes I think, but I’ve updated it to be based on my favorite fucked up looking worm guy, the bobbit worm. As for the basic story, essentially Donnie falls prey to a parasitic worm dude which does mind control about it to keep itself alive and also to try and synthesize more of its mind control venom and create copies of itself using Donnie’s science know-how.

Idk if I’ll do anything with this AU, depends how I’m feeling lol. Just thought it’d be a fun little exercise mostly.