#STILL trying to figure out jack's color pallete

[wickedcriminal]

Magic! (+title)

[sheliesshattered]

Top third or so of the pleated panel is sewn down!

I tried out a couple of different methods for handsewing this to the shoulder and sleeve, but after a few inches of each, the 'stitch in the ditch' method was the clear winner. It's basically invisible, and lets the piping stand up as it ought to. I'm doing a stitch about every 1/8th inch, and keeping most of the distance on the top so that the stitches inside the sleeve are as small as possible, and won't get caught on things. I'm getting faster with the technique, so I'm hoping to buzz through the rest of this sleeve and the other one over the next few days.

But I'm also going to be interspersing this sewing with starting on my vest scratch build. I was able to find the pattern I made for my vest for The Moment way back in 2014 (it was exactly where I thought it would be, hurrah for keeping old patterns), and I spent some time staring at the existing vest in the mirror and pin-marking the changes I would like to make.

There are enough small changes that I'm going to just draft a new version of the pattern using the old one as a guide. But there are only the four main body pieces that really need re-drafting, and once it's something I can try on then I'll figure out how I'm doing the new collar (so it doesn't look so much like a motorcycle jacket), and I might just drape the new collar on me while I'm wearing the in-progress vest.

Over the weekend I also went though my stash looking for fabrics that have enough yardage (or at least big pieces) to cut out the body of the vest, and after comparing all those to the pieces I know I'll definitely be wearing as part of my Batuu Bound -- gray hooded wrap, brown leather belt/bag/gloves, and black leather-look leggings -- with Jack's help I decided on some lovely dark navy linen that I've had in my stash for years, left over from a dress project. It's on the heavier side for linens, but not quite as stiff as the canvas the Moment vest is made from, but I think it'll work nicely.

I'm going to stick with the basic lines from the Moment vest, including the diagonal cross-body closure. After noodling on this for a week or more, what I've decided to do is a shorter zipper that ends around underbust level or just slightly higher, and then a flap over that with either no visible closures, or some cool looking Star Wars-y buckles or something. I have a few ideas for that, but I won't make any decisions until I can try the new vest on. The separating zipper and the thread for this project have been ordered and should arrive before I'm anywhere close to needing them. Pics on this whole vest project as it develops.

Beyond that, I need to add a tiny dot of glue to a pendant that I made (in the upper left of the photo -- it looks a bit like Jyn Erso's kyber crystal necklace, but smaller with more of a blue tone to it) to make sure the wrappings stay attached. I still want to figure out something to cover the lacings of my big Doc Martens, either wraps over the whole boot or a suede panel that snaps onto the lacings or something of that sort. I've started to gather other accessories, and there are a couple of things I want to order (in particular my Captain's License, once I can settle on a name and spelling for my OC, lol).

I have a long sleeve shirt to go under the vest that works with my color pallet, and an idea (and fabric) for another shirt I could sew, but the weather has been so all over the place lately (80 degrees and sunny! no wait, 60 degrees and rainy!) that I don't want to put too much effort into the shirt until I've got a better idea of the weather we'll have 4 weeks from now. Finishing Jack's jacket and making my vest are definitely the priorities.

4 weeks to go! Hokay, I've got a pile of linen scraps to go iron.

[floraltypes]

Old Beginning Pt. 2

pairings - aaron hotchner x reader, jethro gibbs x reader

chapters - one 

summary - the news of a dinner party arrises, but there are some little challenges before the actually night

wc - 3k

an - sorry this took awhile, my summer is over and my writing schedule will be a little wonky now. i’m taking a break from answering requests, so I apologize if I haven’t answered yours, but i eventually will

Penelope and you both looked back at Aaron, taken back by his repeating of the word ‘boyfriend’. You didn’t plan on telling people so soon, considering he was your boss from your old line of work.

“I want to know everything about him, you have to invite him!” Penelope quickly went back into her loud chatting, attracting other faces at her comment. “I also may have mentioned to some of the team that you do have a boyfriend, it just slipped! You know I can’t keep secrets!”

“It’s okay, Pene,” You smiled softly. “I can’t invite him though, you know, since I’m not the one holding the dinner event.”

“You can invite your partner, everyone else can as well, considering it is a catch up,” Dave walked over, a cup of coffee in his own hand as he used the other to scratch at his stubble. “I’ll even invite the woman I’ve been seeing. Feel free to all bring a plus one, I have enough room and everyone deserves a taste of my Italian dishes, will change their lives.”

“Thank you, Rossi, but I simply can’t. It’s so soon, and he’s such a busy man,” You laughed, waving your hand. “It was a kind gesture though.”

“L/n, don’t tell us you’re embarrassed to show your new boyfriend to us?” Derek walked back over, poking your shoulder. “Penelope told all of us down here, just wanted to wait and see when you would tell us.”

“I’m not embarrassed, that’s absurd. He’s truly busy.”

“Invite him, I’ll make sure Will comes and hire a babysitter for Henry, so that we can truly have a adult night,” JJ chuckled. “Everyone is bringing a date, so it would be odd if you didn’t.”

“Actually, I don’t have a partner at the moment due to how invested I am in my studies and the factors of that many young woman my age only focus on the factor of conventional attractiveness rather then the complexity of brains and deep-”

“Don’t worry, Spencer, if you don’t have a date, then I’ll just bring two,” Emily joked. “You don’t need a date, I’m not bringing one either, but Y/n is for sure.”

“I’ll be like the tw-”

“You are dating someone, we aren’t, so you’ll bring that someone. Come on, L/n,” Emily continued on, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. “I’ll walk you out,” She turned back to wink at her coworkers, leading you to the elevator and soon the parking lot.

“Aaron,” Rossi looked towards his friend, a man who had his glare fixated on your exiting figure. “Will you bring Beth, the more the merrier.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will,” He answered, retrieving his cellphone from his pocket, pulling up her contact picture, thumb hovering over the call button. “Let’s finish up this work, so we call all get home.” He shoved it back in his pocket, commanding everyone else while moving back up the stairs to his office.

Meanwhile, you were outside of your car, looking at Emily still was right by your side.

“Bring your boyfriend,” She commented, watching as you fished for your keys and unlocked your car. “I want to meet him, I haven’t really talked to you in a long time.”

“We’re both so busy. Him as well.”

“Seriously, Y/n, I’m not gonna ease up on you. I’ve noticed the new tint in your eye, new considering the last time it was severely dulled. It’s amazing to see your real smile again, you closer to your old self despite the past losses. He really has helped you, so I want to meet the man who helped my dear friend so much.”

You contemplated her kind words, getting down to the point that everyone probably was happy to see you again, yourself physically and mentally.

“I’ll call him, see if he can come. Can’t promise anything, his work is very important to him, so if it needs him he’s there.”

Emily smiled widely, leaning over to kiss your cheek before you moved to open the front door and start your car.

“Great, I’m actually bringing someone. Poor Spencer might be the only one.”

“Aaron is as well?”

“Hotch, yeah,” She laughed. “Meet her at some track meet he had, Jack really likes her.”

“That’s good, I’ll see you soon then,” You smiled, shutting the door as Emily watched you back out, waving a small goodbye.

Leaving the facility, while at a stop light, you found your flip phone, finding the contact of Jethro and quickly dialing the number.

“Gibbs,” He answered.

“Hey, are you on a case?”

“No, are you driving?”

“Yes, safely. What are you doing? Building a boat,” You chuckled, imagining him in the basement with the tool and sweaty shirt.

“Yeah. Did you meet up with your old team today?”

“Mhm, all surprised to see me today. It was humorous in a sense. But, Rossi invited me and everyone to a dinner, telling us to bring a partner.”

“Who are you planning on bringing?”

“You.”

“So, we’re being more public with our relationship?”

“Just with the old team, my old team, they don’t have contact with anyone apart of NCIS, or at least not personal only professional.”

“I thought you were going to come and see me, instead of making me drive,” You could almost sense his smile on the other line, a mocking one.

Gibbs would obviously accept the offer, the man truly holding a strong affection for you, a soft spot personally for you, so he would agree to drive the hour or two.

But just because he would, it doesn’t mean he didn’t have to mess around a bit, act like he wouldn’t.

“I know, but then you can see my new apartment. And after this weekend, who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again. Both of our jobs involved sporadic cases that start and end at no specific time, hard to plan around. And, everyone is pressuring me to meet you.”

“I’m already popular, huh?”

“I suppose,” You huffed, rubbing your temple, exhaustion starting to take over you, wanting to get some rest, a calming bath to combat earlier feelings that seemed as if they were creeping up once again.

“I’ll come, don’t worry. Get home safe, call me when you have the address and date.”

“Okay, bye.” You hung up, tossing the phone onto the empty seat as you continued to drive, playing the music from the CD already inserted in your car.

Time leading up to the dinner seemed to fly by, especially considering that it wasn’t much time and you weren’t having to work. You decided to take the free time to get fully settled in, figure out your nerves, make a phone call to your therapist, and even read. Trying to get prepared for all the days that are to come.

Your hair was now being changed from its normal du to a new one, fancier in a sense. Applying a nice coat of makeup, new lip color, trying a new pallet and the old eyelash curler that hasn’t been used in a while, you finished ‘upgrading’ your face. A outfit was simple, considering you didn’t have many fancy ones, so with not much to choose, it was a quick decision.

Sliding that on and fixing the straps to be a bit tighter, messing with the bra to fit correctly, and pulling it down a bit, you grabbed your go to purse, shoving needed materials a into it as you moved to the kitchen.

Within the kitchen, there was a certain door within the wall of the pantry with a password. Quickly typing in the combination the door swung open, choosing between a small but handy knife, you put in the pocket of your bag.

You weren’t too worried about dangers at the dinner, but with years of catching/fighting murders, specific people after you, and even very powerful assassins, you carried certain weapons for safety.

Hearing the sturdy knock of someone’s knuckles on your front door, you rushed to shut the the secret door in the pantry, heading to your front door where someone was waiting.

A quick peak through the hole, your eyes widened in surprise and opened the door, allowing the man to walk in.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you, till uh, later tonight,” You mentioned, looking him up and down to see him more dressed up. “Are you not able to attend anymore?”

“No, I’m still going,” Hotch denied, sliding off his shoes and following you to the couch. “I just wanted to chat before than, a chance for just the two of us.”

“Is something wrong?” You walked over to your teapot, filling it with water, and placing it on your stove, heating up the water. “This is very unexpected.”

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to talk to you, see the apartment, hear what’s new with you.”

“Things,” You shrugged. “Obviously I’ve had a new job experience, similar in ways and also not. Grew closer with a new group of teammates, people, lost a few. Yeah, lost a few,” You repeated, remembering Jenny Shepard, even Kate, both amazing women, who did amazing things.

“That’s always hard, I guess my most recent loss was Haley,” Aaron hummed, soon the kettle making a high pitched noise, you rushing to take it off and grab some tea bags.

“She was also a amazing woman. Wonderful mother, cared so much for that little boy.”

“She really was.”

“Did you come to chat about her, it’s been a while since we had. Last time we really talked was five months after she passed, after the funeral.”

“It really has been that long?” Aaron questioned, taking the tea that you time handed him. “But it’s not the reason I came. I should have made more of a effort to keep in touch, after your transfer, after your loss.”

“You stayed with me for three months, allowing to lose some time with your son so you could change my dirty sheets and pick up all my snotty tissues,” You laughed, sitting down across from him with your own cup. “You had to get back to your family, make up for loss time.”

“You still helped me with my divorce during that time, and I still saw Jack,” He reminded you.

“I could’ve moved in with my father, but you allowed me not to do that.”

“Your father is a good man, but might not be the best to live with,” He laughed, a deep chuckle, something you didn’t see much. “You look nice.”

“Now you just notice,” You chuckle, taking another sip. “Thank you, you look nice as well. I was actually just going to call Jethro and tell him to meet me there, a bit of a drive and he isn’t happy about having to find a new team,” You spoke freely, feeling comfortable with the old friend, one you used to spill everything to years ago, him ranting to you too.

“Jethro? He has his own team? Sounds like a boss of some type.”

“Uh, technically. It’s complicated. I need to get going, to make it to the dinner on time and, finish, um, cleaning up my room before leaving.”

“I could take you there.”

“No thanks, I’ll see you there, bye.” You helped guide him to the door, a curt wave before he exited and shut it, locking it in a rush and moving back to the dining room table to clean the mugs.

You didn’t want to tell him all that, always insecure due to Gibbs being the prior boss of you and how people looked at that. Rumors were always spread about your and Aaron’s relationship, mostly about it being romantic.

Joining the team, you two easily hit it off due to your personalities. Always being filled with determination and stubbornness, refusing to give up till everything was done and right, even with files. Eventually you joined together, talked, spent most days with each other due to cases, and truly gained a very close friendship.

When rumors were getting around, glares were thrown your way, comments, left out by members who weren’t your immediate teams. People thought you were the cause of Haley and Aaron’s divorce, somehow word got around quickly, drama always does.

It was frustrating, already dealing with many different things at home, and even being in a relationship, it put so much unneeded stress and anxiety onto you.

So, getting into a relationship with Gibbs was a very reluctant thing on your part, he expressed his feelings first, but it was hard to accept them, despite the nerves he faced to do it.

Locking up the apartment, having all of your items with you, you made your way out the door and too your car, starting the drive to David’s house.

Upon arriving, you could hear light chatter in the home, lights on, and soothing music playing in the background. It sounded like everyone was having their fun, you couldn’t make out all the shadows of everyone indoors, just waiting outside for Jethro to arrive.

“Y/n?” You turned around at the sound of his voice, keys jingling in his hands as he walked up to you with a sly smile, shoving them in his pockets to place his arms around your waist. “What’s wrong, love?” Be snaked them around, a kiss to your somewhat clothed shoulder.

“Nothing, just a bit nervous to introduce you to everyone,” You smiled back at him, he squeezed a little tighter, catching your lips in a quick kiss. “Looking at your team, yet?”

“Nevermind that,” He grumbled, removing his hands to now interlace your left one with his right. “We should go in, right?”

“Maybe we could head back, to my place, say you are sick or something?” You looked back at him with a pleading look, to which he just chuckled at, starting to move to the front door, pressing the doorbell as you groaned a little.

“You’ll be fine,” He looked back at you as Rossi answered the door, cheerful smile on his lips, glass of scotch in hand as he moved out of the way to let you in.

“Ah! Y/n!” He cheered, leaning over to kiss your cheek and then pulled back. “Glad you made it! This must be…”

“Y/n! Oh where is the man?” Penelope rushed in, coming right by you with her own fruity drink, then leaning to whisper in your ear. “Is this him, oo!”

“Uh, Jethro that’s David,” You pointed to the man who first greeted you, him and Jethro shaking hands. “This is Penelope, the one kind of like Abby,” You smiled, as she gave you a little look, turning back and enveloping him in a little hug. She quickly turned back to you.

“He looks a little intimidating,” She whispered as you just laughed.

“For sure,” You nodded.

“Can I offer you a drink?” David turned to you two, gesturing to the one in his hand. “Something like Garcia for you Y/n, and what about you Jethro?”

“Just call me Gibbs, and yeah that’s fine,” He corrected Rossi, taking your hand as the two of you walked more inside of the magnificent house.

It truly was so well designed, very expensive, and the appetizers adorning the oak wood table looked very delicious. You wanted to go and grab a bite, before you were actually led to the living room where everyone was currently sitting.

“L/n, finally made it,” Derek laughed, beer in his hand as he pointed at you with a little chuckle. “You always know how to be a bit late.”

“Fashionably late, I believe that’s what it’s called,” JJ corrected them with her own wine glass in hand, Will sat right besides her on one of the couch as most of them in that room joined in laughter.

“What can I say?” You laughed, walking over, feeling less nervous with the factor of introducing your boyfriend, taking a seat on another couch in the large room, Jethro automatically sitting right besides you.

“So, introduce us,” Emily motioned over to Jethro, sly smile playing on her lips.

“This is Jethro, but he goes by Gibbs, and, uh, this is the team,” You started to name everyone off while pointing to them, leaving off a few names due to your members introducing their own partners to you.

Emily, Derek, and JJ had all brought partners. Spencer and Penelope decided to ‘go together’ as if they were partners, and Hotch hadn’t arrived yet. Rossi also had his girlfriend helping him cook in the kitchen, making drinks for you and Gibbs now.

“So, you work at NCIS, right?” Spencer questioned. “The Naval Criminal Investigative Service, very interesting considering the type of crimes you investigate. I would love to hear more about some of your cases and how you went about it,” Spencer smiled, a small notebook being pulled out of his pocket with a pen.

“Yeah,” Gibbs just nodded, looking at you a little questioning, which you just chuckled at.

“Why should we talk so much about work, it’s something we all do too much of,” You joked, everyone laughing, as Dave came back out, handing some drinks.

“Fine, fine, what do you do for fun Mr. Gibbs?” Derek asked, putting a arm over the couch and pulling his girl closer to his side, the woman just on her phone.

“I like to build boats, a type of hobbie I’ve been doing for years.”

“Building boats? Where?” Will wondered, intertwining his fingers with JJ.

“My basement, a private workspace.”

“How do you get it out then?” Penelope inquired, now back by Spencer and her face in her hand, leaning closer to show her interest in Gibbs statement.

“I’d be no fun if you knew that,” He shrugged, taking a drink with a small smile as Penelope gasped, Emily mouthing how ‘I like him’. It was sweet how everything was going well.

They all continued to converse with Gibbs, easily accepting him apart of the conversation, it was sweet and you were now on your second drink, practically all nerves gone.

“Sorry we’re late,” A voice mentioned in the hallway, dressed in a fine suit with a beautiful woman standing besides him. He shrugged off the last of his coat as he hung it up, taking her hand and walking into the hallway a little.

“This is such a nice place, Aaron. Oh! Your friend, wow, so grand,” The woman admired, now truly getting in your line of sight.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, eyes interlocking with yours before falling onto Gibbs. “I’m Aaron, call me Hotch.”

“I’m Gibbs,” Your boyfriend stood up, moving over to the other man with his hand stuck out. “Call me that.”

You had a feeling this evening wouldn’t be as smooth as you hoped.

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taglist - @wolviesbabes @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

(comment to be added, or a tag list for all my gibbs post)

[agent-jaselin]

All of these are drawings of Cosmic based on dm talks about him and his au with @five-rivers, drawn before the Isolation oneshot was written. I drew these a while ago but lets see if I can remember what they are for k? Cool. 

1. First picture is Cosmic’s ghost form and his secondary human form. Less a reverse pallete here and more just a Clockwork colored version of him XD He’s still very much and elfish and mischievous fellow in human form, and doesn’t talk there either. 

2. Clockwork first finding Cosmic once he’s finished changing. Before Five came up with the cocoon idea.

3.What it looks like when Cosmic blushes in ghost form! little nebulae forming on his cheeks. :3

4. There was some talk about Cosmic having the ability to visit other universes, and in particular latching on to one that’s closer to canon. Sort of becomes a brother figure to Danny and befriends Danny’s friends and family. Here he is hanging with Jazz, and being generally quite affectionate. (Danny puts up with the strange ghost because he 1. seems like a sweet kid, and 2. no other ghosts appear when Cosmic is there so he usually has time to study. Danny does not know that Cosmic is an all powerful ancient.) 

5. Cosmic being sad and taking comfort from Danny, I can’t quite remember why? I think it had something to do with his origins coming up and Cosmic getting a bit morose about it.

6. Ok this relates to the idea that the Danny he becomes attached to is one that’s destined to become Ghost King? Specifically in the way that he became king in that one shot by @five-rivers where it was done in his sleep and his two halves were permanently fused and his lost his eye to the crown? Well as an Ancient that means that Cosmic was forced to put chains on him as well. And it’s actually like, opposing to one of his obsessions. His long time trapped in the void makes freedom and the ability to leave very important to Cosmic, so binding Danny actually hurt him physically. IT took him a few days to recover, but once he was  finished he came with a gift to the king, a mirror that could let him see the human world and lands beyond the Ghost Zone. It is one of the few times he speaks, to apologize. His voice sounds strangely older than it should, and is very quiet and hoarse. (which also relates to his Ghost Wail being that of danny’s last calls for help in the void.)

7. The first time Danny and Cosmic met. He didn’t know the kid was a half ghost and suddenly his parents came in and he was worried about protecting him. But his parents were like “oh are you babysitting?” And he looked down and Cosmic was HUMAN and he suddenly had to figure out how to lie about that while also freaking out about the new half ghost so he was just like “OH UH YEAH I SURE AM” 

8. A series of little sketches, first row has a randomly distressed Cosmic and cosmic with the mirror approaching Danny (with gift wrapped.) second row is Cosmic growling at Vlad over Jack’s shoulder. Basically a version of events where they found out about Danny and it sort of led to them befriending/adopting him (and learning about his origins too.) And the last one in that group is Cosmic trying to talk to ghost king Danny. 

9. Cosmic is having a nice sandwich because Jack said little kids his age should eat, Danny is freaking out about this kids possible origins. 

Also, not drawn here but the freak out about origins and Cosmic not liking Vlad has to do with Vlad temporarily capturing the master of Space as part of one of his hair brained schemes. (shortly before Maddy and Danny ended up in his forest mansion.) Cosmic freaked out and destroyed half the mansion (and Vlad had to make up a lie about tornadoes.) and because of that incident has had a strong grudge against him since. But most people don’t know the reason for the grudge and just think Vlad had something to do with his murder (or in Danny’s case, thinks he had something to do with him being half ghost.) OH! also his look in number six is relating to the fact that all the half ghosts forms combined into one form? So the colors and crown and grey details are references to his human form.

[darling-i-read-it]

Yakimono

2x07

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist

Word Count: 3.2k 

Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: I am having so much goshdarn fun with this and seeing yalls reactions makes me soooo happy. I love doing this and I really hope y’all enjoy this episode! Also more gifs than usual but I couldn’t pick lmao 

I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 

Official Episode Summary : When Miriam Lass is found alive, evidence at her rescue site exonerates Will; Dr. Chilton (Raúl Esparza) tries to confide in Jack but is rebuffed.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

Tag List (is always open!) : @llperfectsymmetryll​ @ericacactus​ @vlightning95​

(not my gif)

Will looked at Jack Crawford beside him in the car. He had just left the hospital and was ready to go back home, see his dogs, see you. But first he had to see where Miriam Lass had been found. 

“Am I gonna get crap for this?” Jack asked. Will glanced over at him.

“In what regard?” 

“From Y/N.” Will laughed and shrugged, nodding a bit but holding back a bit of the laugh. The thought of you beating Jack to a pulp had crossed both men's minds, followed with the realization you would likely not do that. But who knows.

“Hopefully her happiness of me coming home will override the anger,” Will muttered. Jack glanced at him and he couldn’t help but think about when he saw you at Hannibal's the other morning. He wanted to tell Will but figured you must have already told him. Still, he brought it up. 

“She’s pretty close to Hannibal for her to believe your accusations,” Jack said. 

“So I’ve heard.” Will didn’t like the fact that Jack knew this though. He wondered what he had seen. 

“But she loves you,” Jack mumbled. It was true and they both knew it. “She has been harassing me the whole time.” Will laughed and pushed the thought of Hannibal Lecter out of his mind.

“She’s strong willed.”

“She has to be to keep up with you.” 

-

You were buzzing. You haven't been this excited in a long time. You couldn't’ remember the last time you had been this excited. You wanted to jump and down with excitement. You had a couple of texts from Hannibal about Miriam Lass but you literally couldn’t even answer them.

You were happy Miriam was alive. Really. You were happy Hannibal didn’t kill her. 

But you were more happy because Chilton had called you this morning saying Jack and Alana had come to get Will. You were mildly annoyed that no one had told you to come but you thought it would be best. You wanted to see Will at home. 

You figured Jack had taken him to see where Miram had been held. You figured Will would ask him to. You cleaned the whole house which you usually wouldn’t have even attempted. You were tempted to wash all of the dogs but figured you didn’t have time.

You heard the car pull up outside and held your breath. You had imagined this moment since the second that Will had been put in the hospital. You wanted it to be perfect. You saw Wills’ car which had been dormant since he left. You opened the door and the dogs ran outside to greet him. You stopped at the porch and just watched. 

He fell to his knees, petting them, laughing at their happiness to see him. You held back tears as your fingers physically ached to touch Will. Will pet the dogs each a few times and shushed them a few times with a smile. 

Finally he looked up at you. 

And despite the fact you had been otherwise arguing about Hannibal and the fact you had both attempted to actually kill a person there was an almost sob that you wanted to escape your lips. And Will hadn’t kissed you in so long and the second he saw you his heart lurched. 

Love.

You were both in love. 

He stood up and you ran over to him. You threw your hands over his shoulders and kissed him. You touched him desperately and he did the same which he never did. His hands were in your hair and on your sides and when you pulled away he kissed you again. 

You finally had to pull away for good, despite the wish to continue.

“They let you out this time!” you said with a smile and laugh. He wiped the tears brimming in your eyes and nodded. 

“You said they were. I guess you were right.” 

“I’m always right. You know this Will Graham.” 

He laughed and kissed you again. 

“Come inside you idiot,” you whispered laughing. “I got your blanket out. I even set your alarm even though I’m not sure if you have a job or anything.” You grabbed his hand and started to drag him inside. “I thought you lost your glasses, I’m glad that they kept them. I’m also not letting you get a haircut because this length really vibes with me you know.” He shut the door behind him and grabbed the other arm that he wasn’t already holding. “Oh also-”

He cut you off by kissing you. This time you didn't’ move away. 

-

Jack sat across from Chilton. Chilton was shaking. 

“Yes, I have an agenda. Living. I should be assigned an FBI escort. Everyone who believed Will Graham about Hannibal Lecter is dead,” Chilton said. Jack pursed his lips.

“Except you. And Y/N.” 

“I don’t think Hannibal would lay a finger on her that she wouldn’t want. Me on the other hand?” He shook his head. “I’d like to remain not dead for the foreseeable future.” 

-

The judge was on the ground, stitched into the bodies of the color pallete. You stared down at him and you knew Hannibal was walking around you, even though you couldn’t see him. Suddenly the judge turned into Will and you stumbled forward onto the ground, trying to rip the stitches out. 

“I don’t want him to die,” you said and you realized suddenly that you were crying.

“He won’t.” 

“How do you know?” 

“He won’t die unless we let him.” 

You woke up with a start. You didn’t scream this time but you were sobbing, gasping for air. You brought your hands to your face and tugged on your hair in sadness. You didn’t even have the mind to cover your bare chest. The tears kept coming in waves. 

Will got up beside you and he almost scared you. You had forgotten he was home. 

“Are you okay? Are you crying?” he asked, voice raspy from sleep. He moved your hands away from your face and replaced them with his hands on your cheeks. You sobbed and tried to hold it back, worried about him seeing you this way all of the sudden. He had seen you cry before. But usually you tried so hard to put up a front for him when he was breaking. 

“What happened?” 

“Nightmare,” you said through a sob. Will looked at your face and felt his heart break. You never had nightmares before. He figured they had started when you killed the judge which meant you had had many nights of being alone, in this very bed, sobbing to yourself. 

Unless.

Unless, in his sleep deprived mind Will wondered, you weren’t alone. 

Should he thank Hannibal Lecter for helping you sleep? Or yell at him for sleeping beside you? 

Either way he reached forward and held you to his bare chest so you could cry some more.

“These are new huh?” he whispered and you nodded. You held each other as you would when he had nightmares. “I wish I could have been here when I wasn’t,” he whispered. 

“Not your fault,” you said and it sounded like you were able to pull back a bit. “Just don’t…” You pulled back and looked him in the face. “Don’t leave me.” He put his hands on your cheeks . 

“I won’t.” And as much as you believed him you couldn’t help but realize the lack of nightmares you had with Hannibal. 

Will didn’t have the superpower. 

-

You got up in the morning and stared at Will’s sleeping face. You had missed that. Peace. 

Dewey mornings of peace. 

When his eyes opened you smiled a bit. 

“Goodmorning Mr. Graham,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He rubbed his eyes. 

“Morning Miss. Y/L/N.” 

“You’re the only one who calls me that you know. Everyone else just defaults me to your last name.” Or Hannibals. But you didn’t say that. 

“We’ll get around to legally changing it one day.” You smiled.

“You going somewhere today?” you asked. 

“Going to talk to Miriam Lass. You?”

“Work.” Will scoffed.

“You still work?” You nodded.

“Someone has to pay the bills.” Will didn’t like the idea of you working for Hannibal anymore. He liked it to an extent. The extent that you knew stuff about Hannibal. He could pick your brain. But he didn’t like the idea of you in danger.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so close to him,” he whispered. You didn’t know how to explain to the man that you loved what Hannibal meant to you. But he understood. Will and you understood one another. You looked away from him and moved up to sit against the headboard covering your chest with the sheet, despite the fact that Will had seen everything. 

“I know you couldn’t help that you were in jail,” you started but he noticed your voice sounded far away, “and that Hannibal was mostly to blame. But he made me feel less alone.” You paused and he waited. “When I felt like I would never hold you again.” You looked back down at him and he looked up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes. 

He didn’t say anything. Instead he just sat up beside you and put his arms around you. You let him hold you. 

“I love you Will Graham,” you whispered and you weren’t lying. 

“I love you too.” He paused for a moment and thought about his words. “Y/N.” You smiled at his avoidance of your last name and buried your head in his neck.

-

You walked into work and Hannibal was waiting for you by your desk. You raised your eyebrow and walked up to him.

“How’s Miriam?” you questioned. 

“She didn’t identify me as the Ripper.” You pursed your lips.

“I didn’t think she would.” Hannibal didn’t read too much into that, instead he moved forward with the conversation. You knew he had probably messed with Mirams head in a similar way that he messed with Wills. 

“How is Will?” Hannibal asked.

“I thought you had separated from him,” you observed.

“I was inquiring into your life. You’re my friend.” 

“What a funny word. Friend.” You didn’t push it and neither did he. You leaned into your desk. “How did you sleep?” He shrugged.

“The nightmares seem to be fading.” He paused and looked at you. “How did you sleep?” You shrugged. 

“Fine.” 

He smiled in the knowledge that you were very clearly lying to him.

-

That night you were at home. Hannibal walked into his home and Will was waiting for him. 

“That same unfortunate aftershave. Too long in the bottle,” Hannibal said as he turned around. 

“Out last kitchen conversation was interrupted by Jack Crawford. I’d like to pick up where we left off. If memory serves, you were asking me if it’d feel good to kill you.” Will held a gun up to Hannibal.

“You’ve given that some thought.” 

“You wanted me to embrace my nature, doctor. Just following the urges I kept down for so long, cultivating them as the inspirations they are,” Will said, voice steady. 

“You never answered my question. How would killing me make you feel?” 

“Righteous.” 

They stared at each other. 

“Did she sleep well last night?” Hannibal asked. “Or did she wake up crying?” The barrel of the gun shook but Hannibal looked past it into Will’s eyes. 

“You hung up the judge like a puppet,” Will said simply, ignoring his words. 

“If I’m not the Ripper, you murder an innocent man. You better than anyone know what it is to be wrongly accused. You were innocent, Will, and no one saw it.”

“She saw it. She saw the innocence that is no longer there. You saw to that.”

“If I am the Ripper and you kill me, who will answer your questions? Don’t you want to know how it ends?”

Will thought about this. And he stepped away.

-

“I still can’t cook. I mean you went to jail and I didn’t learn how to cook,” you told Will as you thought about what to make for dinner.

“We can try,” he said. He had been craving some actual food and anything you made would likely make him happy. “I’m gonna take the dogs out.”

“I’m coming.”

You slipped on Will’s shoes and stepped outside. You opened the door and the dogs ran past you as you looked up at the stairs. You locked eyes with Frederick Chilton who was drenched in blood and holding a bag. 

“Can I use your shower?” 

You crossed your arms.

“I don’t know maybe you should wait until next week,” you said simply. Will opened the door and stood behind you, slowing at the sight of Chilton.

“Please,” Chilton muttered. Will grabbed your arm and you shared a quick look.

“Alright, fine,” you muttered. Chilton rushed past you and into the house. Will pointed out where the shower was and he walked over there. You and Will stood together on the porch.

“Why’d you do that?” you whispered.

“He believes me,” Will whispered. 

“You just got out of jail Will!” 

“And Chilton is about to go in.” 

“Are you calling Jack?” you whispered. He gave you a look and you nodded. He was calling Jack. 

-

Chilton stood in one of the doorways to the house. Will sat on a chair while you leaned against the wall just beside him. You had your arms crossed.

“I have the same profile as Hannibal Lecter. Same medical and psychology background. We are both doctors of note in our fields. Of course it would be me. Hannibal was never going to kill me. I’m his patsy. I have to leave the country. I’m leaving the country.” 

“If you run you look guilty,” Will said. 

“You didn’t run and you looked plenty guilty. Abel Gideon was half-eaten in my guest room. I have corpses on my property, you just threw up an ear,” Chilton explained as he messed with his getaway bag.

“There’s an APB on you right now. They’ve canceled your credit cards, they’re tracing your phone,” you explained dumbly. 

“I have cash and I tossed my phone. Jack Crawford thnks I killed two agents, three agents. You know what tends to happen to people who do that? Shoot on sight.” 

“I’m going to prove that Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper,” Will said.

“I know you will.  When you do I will read about it from a secure location and reintroduce myself to society at that time. Great plan by the way, getting your girlfriend to sleep with him. Jack told me.” Will glanced at you but you didn’t even flinch. Jack's car pulled up and Chilton saw it through the mirror. “What did you do?” 

“You’re an asshole Frederick,” you whispered. 

Chilton brought a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at you. Will stood up calmly and Chilton shook. Neither of you showed any signs of distress as Will walked in front of you.

“No. Stay there,” Chilton said. Will almost laughed.

“You’re not a killer, Frederick,” Will said and the both of you walked out the front door. You stood on the porch but Will walked forward to Jack. “Why did you come alone, Jack?”

“Where is he?” 

“Why did you come alone?” Will repeated.

“Is he in the house?” 

“I told you everything isn’t what it seems. The Chesapeake Ripper is still playing with us. All of us.” 

“I’m not playing,” Jack said sternly.

“The Chesapeake Ripper isn't’ playing all of us, Will. He’s playing you.” Jack pointed at you who was standing behind him. “And you.”

“Jack. Wait. Let me bring him out, he’s got a gun,” Will said. 

“Good,” Jack muttered. 

Jack pushed past both of you into the house and you were then alone on the porch. Will didn’t look at you.

“Did you sleep with Hannibal?” Will asked. 

“I did not have sex with Hannibal,” you said. “Jack saw me at his house in the morning. I stayed because of the nightmares,” you admitted. And Will knew that was the truth. Because you didn’t lie to each other.

He nodded.

“I’m sorry you had to do that.” You shook your head.

“I didn’t eat anything,” you promised. He half smiled in the knowledge that you had him and his ideas in mind, even when you were with Hannibal.

-

You sat at your desk when Will walked into the waiting room. You looked up at him, leaning back from your seat. He looked handsome, hair slicked back, wearing a nice shirt.

“Something wrong?” he asked. 

“Is Hannibal in a session?” 

“No.” He nodded.

“I want to return to my regular therapy session.” You raised an eyebrow, very clearly surprised. 

“Why would you…” you trailed off and nodded. Will was going to do something he knew he could. And you were going to let him. “Okay.” You stood up and walked around the desk past Will. You put a hand on his shirt and smiled a bit. “I like this shirt.”

You turned around and opened the door to the office. Hannibal looked up at you. “Your appointment is here.” 

Hannibal stood up from his desk and walked over to you.

“I don’t have…” he trailed off when he saw Will. “Hello, Will.” 

“May I come in? Y/N said you don’t have an appointment. Left my standing appointment open.” You, Will and Hannibal hadn’t been in the same room together in a long time. You stood still as Will walked into the office. 

“Do you intend to point a gun at me?” Hannibal asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“What was that?” you asked. Will shook his head, dismissing you.

“Not tonight.” 

You looked at both of them. They looked at you. They looked at each other. No one's motives were clear but everyone's motives were clear. 

“I’ll see you after the session,” you said. 

“Alright.”

“Okay.” 

They spoke at the same time. 

The door shut between you and them but it didn’t feel like you had been shut out. In fact, you knew you would hear the details of this session from two perspectives. 

You were a part of Will and Hannibal indeed.

2x08

[chowtrolls]

A question for my favorite Liam!! Could you tell me a bit about the trolls you've designed yourself? What's your process like?

It kinda depends on the design, I suppose! I’ve designed 27 of my 52 active trolls! That’s not counting trolls I don’t have on my select, like Chello, Veroix, Skulux, Orcais, Kithon, Jahspr, etc etc. Of those 27, 6 are what i’d consider my Original Trolls, ones who’ve been around for years. In those six you can look and see a LOT of myself! I’m gunna put this under a readmore but I’m gunna talk, like, specifically about a few trolls: Bruuno + Chowow, then Jawska + current Bruuno! Doing those ones specifically so I can also talk about my tattoo design process and how that’s changed!

I think Chowow technically predates Bruuno! At the time I was making them, I was really young, like 13? 14? idk. I made them both on a whim- Chowow was specifically made to be paired w/ his matesprit (he was originally gunna be an olive!) and Bruuno was made as the troll version of a beloved oc named Bruno. I put a LOT of my anger issues and trauma into Chowow, as a method of coping with them. I also VERY distinctly remember the day I looked at Corpse and said “I think Chow’s trans.”-> Saying that also helped me realize I’M trans lol. When Designing Chow, I specifically wanted dog ear shaped horns that were unique, in a way. And because Chow was based off my dog Gia...i just kinda looked at her liddol triangle ears and decided his get 2 be that way. His design has stayed...relatively the same, he got a hair cut but he’s always worn tank tops + shorts. Bruuno specifically was always the guy Who Had Tattoos. Bruuno’s muse was relatively dead for a very long time, he really only like Revived in 2018/2019? His original design was based off the OG OC- curly hair, thin as a rail, scattered tattoos that had little meaning. As Bruuno got quads, he got tattoos AROUND those quads, their symbols. I wasn’t very good at making my own tattoos so he had some that i based off musician’s (such as the squares that i think the drummer from TOP has?). As I aged, Bruuno’s tattoos changed ALL THE TIME there is NO rhyme or rhythm to them. I only looked at him and really, distinctly organized it all, when I saw another fuchsia with nice organized tatts, I think his name was Nihkos?? shrugs u_u Loved that mans. You can so very cleanly track my progress in tattoo design by looking at all of Bruuno’s sprites! Which leads me toooooo.............

..........Jawska! Jawska is, at his root, a Bruuno clone. I thought to myself “Hm. I want a Bruuno Clone.” And Thus Jawska Was Born. Typically when I come up with a character, I let them like. Mellow for a bit. In my brain. Rattle them around like a marble in a cup. And sometimes, I have a very VERY specific niche I want them to fill. For Jawksa, I wanted an asexual character whose asexuality was important to him, who was attractive but distinctly unfuckable. Jawska has some very important Design Notes - Curly hair, Distinct Nose, Slit eyes, 3 gills+fin prongs, broad shoulders+chest. I also seriously sat down and thought about his tattoos. His tattoos mean JACK shit. His chest piece + arms? NOTHING. there’s negative meaning. He got it because it looked sick. There’s SOME meaning, in some places- the blackout on his arm covers an old tattoo and the rings on his fingers are to hide the singular ring he once had. While working on his tattoo, i looked at other tattoos and specifically thought about the body parts that SUCK to get tattoos on. Collar bones, elbows, sternum. And I specifically aimed to leave those a little blank, using the negative space to give purpose but also keep in line w/ what people would normally not tattoo. His outfit is specifically something that doesn’t SCREAM fuchsia but doesn’t HIDE it. Like he’s got his fins and his eyes but he doesn’t wear any fuchsia- wears more red! That reflects how he sees himself: as someone on the bottom of the food chain. He isn’t special or important. He’s not royalty, he doesn’t deserve to wear his symbol or his color. He wears rose gold instead of gold because again, he’s not royalty he doesn’t “deserve” the gold, but also because the warmer rose gold fit better with his pallet. He wears baggy pants and a loose fitting shirt to hide his frame. As someone who was in an abusive relationship and someone asexual, he doesn’t want to be seen or perceived, he absolutely doesn’t want people to look at him and be attracted to him. Cargo pants hide the shape of his hips + legs, baggy shirt hides that broad chest. The tears + tank leave JUST enough open for people to not NOTICE what he’s doing! So it seems deliberate. There’s a few small, unnoticeable pieces of his design that work like cogs in a little machine. You wouldn’t look at him and see his low self esteem, or that he’s hiding. Which is what he wants! 

And now back to Bruuno, my beloved idiot. I was going to do Jolene (i really only made jolene because an old friend mentioned there not being a lot of butch women, so i wanted to try my hand at it! another design thing I enjoy is finding niches or concepts I don’t see a lot of, and try to make my twist on them. jolene’s in the process of being a lil reworked design wise so i won’t talk abt her.) but I figured I could explain the bits and pieces of Bruuno now. Any design I make, at least now, tends to be very similar to Jawska- there’s small, unnoticeable bits and cogs, or themes that work together hand in hand. I could honestly sit here for hours explaining all of it. Bruuno is the only Monark who has both horns- even though he was designed first, I had all his “relatives” lose that C shaped horn. How they lost it is different and important to them but Bruuno having both horns is a way to show he’s Different from them. In ANY outfit he wears, its typically loose-fitting or a tank top, right? He has a dorsal fin that he doesn’t like having pressed down, but he also enjoys having his figure disformed. Wearing baggy, open shirts give him a more carefree appearance, which is why he does it often when in the limelight. His more casual outfits tend to be cargo shorts, tactical pants, sweats, and tank tops. He really wears long pants because they hide the robotic leg. Despite that, they are all loose fitting, comfortable, but still have an “edge” to them. He has JUST enough piercings in to have that lil edge but not be seen as a cocky highblood! Enough to impress but not be flashy. His robotic arm is VERY clearly a robotic arm, but it isn’t one that looks incredibly flashy. He’s a gigantic fuchsia rockstar with a million tattoos, of course he’s going to stand out, he has no need to be even flashier with a high tech super cool arm or a billion piercings. Another important aspect is his hair! There’s SO much story behind his hair i won’t even go into it. Bruuno has always had curly hair because around the time I made his design, I cut off my super long hair and suddenly I was left with a mess of curls. In my own experience, people likes touching my hair w/o asking, i’d get teased all the time, I’d get a fuck ton of unasked for comments ( “you’d look better with straight hair.” “boys would like you better with straight hair.” “curly hair looks messy.” gags. die. choke on a dick.) and I kinda used Bruuno to vent that out? I put my insecurity and frustration with my hair into Bruuno. I was too damn depressed to straighten my hair, so I decided Bruuno gets to go through that. He primarily wears his hair pulled back now because he’s also too depressed to straighten it. ok now im too tired to finish this. u_u 

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Off Day: Eleven

Bucky leaned on the bathroom door watching you apply makeup to your face, pulling seemingly endless pallets, brushes, and bottles from your bag. “Why’s your foundation not match your face?” he asked.

“Because I’m not gonna go out and kill the Batman later.”

“Huh?”

“If your makeup stops at your neck, you look like a party clown.”

Bucky smiles a little and watched you work for a second and nodded, “You never used to wear makeup,” he mused.

“I never used to have money,” you say shrugging, pouting at him in the mirror. Bucky nods, “How does that work?”

“Does what work?” you ask, starting to blend things in properly.

“Do you get a check from the store?”

You shrug and smile a little, “Theoretically. But. Jack and Judy are paying for the groceries in the house. Kaity won’t let me pay rent. So, like... I just take enough to buy gas and cat food. Everything else I take out of my savings.”

Bucky shook his head, “Baby,” he scolded.

“What?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“When’s the last time you bought yourself something fun?”

“I buy art supplies and makeup all the time. Online shopping is nice. I can buy pretty things in my underwear.”

Bucky tutted and made a mental note to buy you a little something. Still. He couldn’t be upset. You had his hoodie on and your panties, nothing else. It was a nice view. It was why he’d come to lean on the doorframe. He stayed because he was a little fascinated. Like watching you draw on his arm with sharpies, it was a miracle of artistic skill watching you play with contrasts and colors. If he hadn’t watched you do it, he wouldn’t believe it. You look like an almost totally different person.

When you finished your makeup, he smirked, “How mad would you be if I dragged you back to bed and ruined all that?” he asked.

“Pretty mad. I’d be keeping Kaity waiting,” you answer, smiling just a little as you put things back in your bag.

Bucky winces internally, feeling guilty. For just a minute, he’d forgotten. You were his and didn’t have responsibilities. It wasn’t Christmas and Kaity wasn’t dying. You weren’t putting makeup on like you were getting ready for battle. Armor to protect you from the reality that nothing was ever going to feel right again. 

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked.

“No,” you answer, “But. I need to. I just... I don’t know if I can handle this.”

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.

You shake your head, “No. I just... I just need to suck it up. It’s not. There’s not anything I can do.”

He nods and wraps his arms around you slowly, “I’ll come by tonight,” he murmurs, “Put something warm in your belly and put you to sleep.” He kisses your neck and shoves his hand in your hoodie pocket.

“Okay,” you murmur, focusing on putting things away to give you time to breathe. 

“Maybe make you come two or three times,” he teased, kissing the spot on your neck that he learned made you shiver, chuckling when you did. “That never gets old,” he rumbled tightening his arms around you.

“Bucky-” you protest weakly

He grins at you in the mirror, “What is it, doll?” he teased, taking his hands out of your pocket to rest them on your hips.

You whimper and he stops moving, not letting you go but not pressing any further. “Baby girl,” he said gently, “Talk to me. What do you need?”

“I need to go home. I’m sorry I-” you take a breath and let it out slowly, “They’re waiting and if it’s another bad day, they’re gonna need me.” You can’t meet his eyes expecting him to be mad and Bucky feels like an asshole. “Let me put on some decent clothes and I’ll take ya home,” he said softly, “And then tonight I’ll come keep ya company... can’t promise to behave. But I’ll be there.”

You half turn to look up at him, all big sweet eyes and a soft smile and he kisses the tip of your nose. “Promise?” you ask.

“Promise,” he answers softly, cuddling you for a second before going to get some jeans and a clean hoodie to replace the one you’d stolen.

He’d never had a girl that asked so little of him. All you wanted was his time. Some attention. A little TLC from time to time. And he felt, strange. It felt like he wasn’t doing enough by not buying you gifts and making extravagant (for him) gestures. Char had been like a magpie. She liked her shiny shit. She liked to be fawned over. Treated like a princess. He desperately wanted to treat you that way. You deserved it. But as far as he could tell, you didn’t wear much jewelry and you worked in a whole store full of books if you wanted books. He didn’t know dick about art supplies of jewelry. And he felt silly buying cat toys. What did you get somebody who’d learned to get by on as little as possible? For Christmas, well. He didn’t know if you’d like it but. It was the only thing her could think of. 

He pulled it out of the closet and set it on the bed, thankful the girls had done the wrapping for him. It looked pretty. All green paper and silver ribbon. Glitter. “Fucking glitter” he groused, brushing it off his sleeve. The inside of his closet looked like a titty bar exploded. 

You pause in the doorway, pulling leggings on, “What’s that?” you ask, cocking your head. “Santa must have figured out where you were,” he said grinning.

“Bucky,” you protest, “I told you not to.”

“And I didn’t listen,” he said simply. “Come on, open it,” he encouraged, “I looked everywhere for it.”

You look up at him and smile, kissing his jaw before sitting next to the box, starting to open it carefully.

“C’mon, we’re not gonna save the paper!” he teased.

“I’m trying not to get glitter on your bed!”

“Doll, there’s been stripper dust on my sheet before. It’s fine.”

You snort and tear the paper off, opening the box carefully, “Bucky,” you gasp softly, “This is too much!”

“No it’s not,” he said grinning as you carefully inspected the new tattoo kit. “I figured if you wanted you could start doing them again. I got bored the other day and looked through the Instagram you post your art on... It was a few years ago and you were learning sure, but you did pretty good tattoos.”

“I dunno, Bucky,” you say hesitating, “It’s really nice but-”

“No buts,” he said, kissing you softly, “I just wanted you to have it if you wanted it.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, blushing as you kiss his cheek.

“Anything for you, doll,” he murmurs, “Honestly I didn’t know what to get for you at all but, then you kept doing a bunch of pretty artwork on my arms and so I thought I’d do this.”

“Even though I told you not to,” you pout.

“Sorry doll,” he chuckled, “I took enough orders in the army. Unless you’re naked I’m probably not gonna let you boss me around.”

“I don’t wanna boss you around,” you protest, “I just knew I wouldn’t have time to go get you what I wanted to get you.”

“Whatever that was, darlin’,” he drawled, kissing you slowly, “It wouldn’t have compared to last night.” Your cheeks burn and he smiles, “That was a dream come true. Literally. Thinking about you was the only thing that got me through basic. And both deployments.” He tugs you into his lap and kisses your head, “I always had a picture in my head of what it’d be like if I saw you again. I’d know exactly what to say. I’d sweep you off your feet and do the whole nine yards... Instead I didn’t even recognize you.”

“I mean, Dolly Parton once lost a Dolly Parton look a like competition to a drag queen, so I can’t really blame you. A new nose, some new hair, and sometimes probably made it a little difficult,” you tell him.

“A new nose?” Bucky asked.

You shrug, “Got my shit busted enough times it needed done,” you tell him.

“I couldn’t even tell,” he said.

“Well, no,” you answer, standing up to get your things around, “That was the point. I just had them get as close to the original as possible.”

“Who busted up your face?” he asked following you.

“Parents a couple times. The last time, it was a guy I’d just started dating,” you don’t look at him, pretending to be preoccupied with your coat. Bucky does his best to breathe. To stay calm. He’s very, very aware of how fragile your emotional state is and how likely you are to jump to the worst conclusion if he looks angry but inside, he wants to reach through time and beat the living shit out of your dad for it. And find the guy that hurt you and snap is legs off. 

“Y/N,” he said gently, tilting your chin up, “I love you.” It’s all he can think of to say. The best way to remind you that you’re safe. 

“I love you too,” you tell him, turning your head slightly to kiss the palm that’s cupping your cheek.

_________

Bucky walks you into the house. It’s quiet but for A Christmas Story playing on the TV and Jack and Judy quietly eating breakfast. You sigh and let Bucky help you out of your coat before padding into the kitchen. This is going to be a long day. It feels like a wake. A really fucking lame wake. The kind of thing Kaity hates.

Bucky accepts hugs and Merry Christmases after you get yours and watches helplessly as you pad into the bedroom to say hello to Kaity.

Judy hands him a mug of coffee, “How was your party?” she asked. “Fine,” he said, “We had a drink and I took her home with me. Watched some movies.”

“No mistletoe?” she teases, handing him a plate to go with his mug.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” he said blushing.

“You’re a good boy, Bucky.”

“Shh,” he hisses, “Don’t say that too loud. You’ll ruin my rep as a drug king pin.”

Jack chuckles, “Son,” he said, “Anyone who believes that is an idiot. Your truck is real nice but it ain’t that nice.”

_________

“Hey, Kaitykat,” you murmur, leaning over to kiss her head, “Merry Christmas.”

She opened her eyes a little and smiled, “You smell like boy.”

“Well I mean. I slept with one and stole his hoodie so, that’d probably do it.” you tell her, smiling a little and curling up on the bed next to her to watch Muppets.

“Slut,” she teased, tugging a hoodie string, “Did he at least go down on you.”

“Kaity-” you start blushing.

“So no,” she chuckled, tucking hair behind your ear. “But did he take good care of you?” she pressed, looking anxious.

You nod, “Yeah,” you tell her, “He did.”

“You used a condom right? I mean. If he knocks you up I’m not going to have any fun making fun of you while you panic taking the test.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you giggle.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“You know I do, Cat-cat.”

She smiled a little and laced her fingers through yours, “Do you love him,” she asked, laying her head on your shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Good,” she murmured. For a long moment, Kaity’s quiet, watching Michael Cain find redemption. Trying to gather the strength to go sit out in the living room. “Promise me something?” she asked seriously.

“What?” you answer.

“When he does knock you up, name it after me.” She grins at you and you groan.

“Goddamnit Kaity.”

“What,” she pouts, “You’ll make cute babies.”

“He probably doesn’t even want kids, Kaity. And I don’t think I do either honestly.”

“Why?” she asked, letting you help her into her chair.

“Because,” you answer, kissing her head, “I don’t want to turn into my mother.”

Kaity winces but lets the matter drop. For now. Letting you wheel her out to the kitchen for something to eat. She’s thankful for the pain medicine that makes this possible. Thankful you’re here. That she can watch Bucky fuss over you fire hand. Coffee. Pastry. Anything he can coax into you. She meets her mother’s eye across the table and they nod. Thankful Bucky realizes that you’re losing weight and shouldn’t be. 

Bucky lets you walk him to the door and steals a kiss goodbye. A lingering kiss that makes you sigh, “Be a good girl?” he murmurs, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Yes, sir,” you answer, rolling your eyes. Bucky chuckles and raises an eyebrow, “Careful with that, darlin’. Especially with those pretty red lips.” You blush and he kisses your nose again, “I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you answer, kissing his jaw before he slips out the door into the cold.

Tags: @lancsnerd @stevieang @thorfanficwriter @blameitonthecauseway @etherealwaifgoddess @wellfucksorrymum

[allsassnoclass]

You’re right about the kid Dimitri thing it’s a cute element of the movie that adds to their relationship and also dimitris search bc he’s looking for the girl he saved. See I have an attachment to Rasputin&the bat which is half my issue but you’re right about the new guy just. Not being dangerous enough for it to work in the musical. Also pls go off about Newsies I wanna hear about that one

okay this is going under a read more because it inevitably will get very very long.  also spoilers for newsies (1992 movie and musical) below:

first of all a disclaimer: I do like the musical and this isn’t me saying that they didn’t improve anything (Crutchy/Crutchie, actually developing their token female (although I do have thoughts about that as well), what they did with “Once and for All” etc.) but I was a fan of the 1992 movie first so my loyalties lie there.  Also this is all just my opinion

First and foremost: all characters except for Jack, Medda, Crutchie, and Pultizer were done dirty.  The background characters were my favorite part of the movie and the musical really dropped the ball with them, often at the sacrifice of historical accuracy

Mush Meyers, Boots, Kid Blink, Racetrack Higgins, and Spot Conlon were all real people actually involved in the strike (Kid Blink was historically the leader, they created Jack Kelly to have more freedom with characterization), and all of these characters were taken out of the musical or given lesser roles.  They also (along with Crutchy) create the supporting cast (with Jack, Denton, David, and Les being the main cast), which means I was emotionally attached to all of these people and then they were taken away from me :( It’s clear that the people adapting the musical did not think they were important enough to keep consistent, which is just false

In general, because they spend so much time focusing on Jack and Katherine, all of the background newsies are less developed, which means that the Found Family vibes are also slightly less developed (especially when taking away the lodging house/newsies square as a definitive home base and Kloppman as a father/grandfather figure)

seriously I miss Kloppman that dude woke them up every morning, helped them with their spelling, lied to Snyder’s face about Jack’s whereabouts... MVP right there

Racetrack and Spot were done the most dirty (because the others don’t even exist).  Allow me to explain: In the movie and in real life, Racetrack got his name because he sells at Sheepshead Races and bets on the horses there (the betting is more of a reoccurring thing in the movie).  Therefore, in “King of New York,” he is the character to wish for “a permanent spot at Sheepshead Races,” and for absolutely no reason (besides laziness) they have someone else say that in the musical and also cut half his name???  He also is shown to be very good with kids (David telling him to watch Les when he goes after Jack, all of his interactions with Snipeshooter), and there’s an interesting thing to be said about how Wiesel will spot him papers.  All of this is lost simply because they don’t have the stage time for the background newsies

SPOT CONLON! WAS RUINED! perhaps that’s a very strong opinion but they really did him dirty.  In the movie he’s a shrimp with the aura of a mob boss.  he wasn’t buff, and that made him more intimidating because he still somehow was arguably the most powerful newsie! also by cutting out the scene where Jack, David, and Boots go to Brooklyn to see him, we miss seeing him as a true leader and getting an actual introduction to him and how the newsies of different boroughs interact.  I miss his slingshot and his pimp cane.  I miss David calling him the key to the strike.  I miss him showing up earlier than the second act so it actually makes sense for him to be seen as the strike leader that the musical is so desperate to make him (seriously what’s the point of him being in Pulitzer’s office at the end???). also by introducing him later we miss all of the sprace moments :(

I even have some beef with Katherine because, although she’s much more developed as a love interest than Sarah (rip Sarah 1992 maybe if they had actually kept her song Truth About the Moon in there...), I think it was cheap and unnecessary to make her Pulitzer’s daughter, and she doesn’t really have much of a personality outside of Strong Independent Woman who still somehow needs a man in order to get her big break.  She was really written as a Token Female and while I love her and I appreciate that she wants agency and to fight for a cause, Sarah punching a Delancey brother was more feminist.  Also, even David’s role in the story was lessened in order to give room for Katherine’s whole subplot and Dramatic Family Reveal and as an avid Javid shipper that made me sad :(

Now on to more plot-focused concerns!

The! Betrayal! Scene! The movie betrayal scene! So much better! Allow me to explain!

First of all, Jack just waltzing into Pulitzer’s office and getting captured? boring. cheap.  Snyder and the police infiltrating the rally so we get to see Every Single Newsie try so desperately to keep Jack safe and yet he (and all the named newsies) still get captured? Heartbreaking! Engaging! Shows plainly the bond of the newsies!

(also allowed us to have the “on the grounds of Brooklyn, your honor” line at the trial)

The one-on-one confrontation between Jack and Pulitzer is much more engaging and more of a game of wits in my opinion.  You don’t feel like Jack is the underdog and won’t win until Pulitzer directly threatens David, whereas having all of Pulitzer’s friends there in the musical means Jack is automatically going to lose and you don’t even get a chance to cheer for him

The Alley Scene!!!!

Then the actual betrayal scene, with Jack fully dressed like a scab.  every single newsie feeling personally hurt and calling out to Jack, spot having to be forcibly pulled back by multiple people, and then David gets the chance to speak and nearly starts a fist fight when he was the one who always said they couldn’t beat up the scabs… “I ain’t got nobody tucking me in at night, like you.  It’s just me, and I gotta look out for myself” “you had the newsies!”

I quote that scene so much y’all

I miss Jack meeting David’s whole family.  It really shows what Jack himself is missing and longing for, it more blatantly shows David’s Jewishness, and makes Jack finding a family with David and the newsies that much sweeter at the end.  I also liked how a nuclear family was something no movie newsies had (less historically accurate, I know) because I think that bonded them together more, because they genuinely only had each other in the movie (can you tell that found family is extremely important to me)

Jack’s background story.  him lying about his name and then it all getting revealed at the trial was a very spicy moment, and I think it shows just how much he relied on Santa Fe as an escape for him.  He’s created an entire other life in his imagination for himself, going so far as to change his name and fantasize about having a family, and I think that that makes his decision to stay in New York and accept both his reality and the newsies as his family sweeter

also in the musical it’s implied that Jack stole food and clothing for the kids in the refuge, and that’s how he got himself arrested the first time.  I almost like it better if he was stealing for himself at first, because I like having a protagonist who doesn’t need to always be completely altruistic like he was starving and he stole some food and I think that’s justified, so I don’t like how they felt the need to turn him into some sort of saint who was stealing for someone else (that’s a really nitpicky thing but!)

The absolutely bonkers commitment to nicknames in the movie was very spicy.  I think Jake (and Jack, who was lying, and David and Les, who started as outsiders) was the only one with a name and he was even a very deep background newsie.  Wasn’t historically accurate but it sure created a lot of possibilities about the power of names that could be exploited in fanfiction

And now some nitpicky things about elements of a musical that bothered me:

they took away the upper harmonies in carrying the banner???? why would you do that you have Broadway singers and you take away the upper harmony???

switching Jack’s line of “I want space not just air” to “I need space and fresh air” idk I think the first one more fully portrays how trapped he feels in New York and in his situation also it’s more poetic

I’ve already talked about Race’s line in King of New York :)

how all of the newsies are supposed to be kids but instead were played by adults... I know this was because of child labor laws but that’s why newsies is going to be best done as a high school musical (or a combined middle school/high school like my school was... Mr. Holsen when you retire put in a good word for me so I can take over).  if you don’t have at least 3 newsies who are small and young enough to be lifted onto another newsie’s shoulders then you’re doing it wrong

this is very much a personal preference but I really liked how the color pallet in the movie was a lot of browns and earth tones.  with the musical doing a lot of steel and blues it definitely feels like the progression into the mechanical age but it also feels colder and more rigid and I liked the warmth of the movie.

In a similar vein that is also a very personal preference, I liked how the singing and dancing was a bit rougher around the edges in the movie.  I’m a dancer so Of Course I love the Broadway choreo but it feels too polished sometimes.  these are young scrappy kids and they’re dancing like professionals who went to julliard (which like. some of them probably did). the scruffiness of the movie makes it feel more down to earth and swallowable for me

Jack’s cowboy hat :( Jack’s costume in general :( his nickname is cowboy and they took away his cowboy hat and red bandana :(

This is obnoxiously long but I just. y’all I have so many feelings about newsies and everyone always talks about the musical when they’re really two different stories and I just want to talk about the movie so thank you for indulging me

[lildevyl]

Septicscape, Chapter 4: Erin and the Corrupted Portraits

Summary:  Jackie with the help of his brothers and their Creator, rescued Lou Huffle from the Corruption.  Now, they’ll face one of their toughest challenges.  They need to rescue Erin Treasures.

TW:  Corruption, Possession, Gore (Bendy and the Ink Machine kind of gore), Mention of Blood, Dark Them, Stitches, Button Eyes, Zalgo Text

Guest Starring:  Lou Huffle @huffletrax and Erin Treasures @dolphintreasureart

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

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Hello?  *Static*  Can you hear me?  *Static but the message is becoming clearer*  Can you hear me, hello?  Oh, there you are!  Oh thank ghoul!  Look, I don’t know how this happened, but somehow the file that I had this fanfic in.  It’s been REDACTED.  I’m trying to decode it but it keeps shifting, mutating?  Listen, I manage to fix some of it before this gets uploaded and I’ll keep trying.

When you get to Chapter REDACTED with REDACTED as a REDACTED.  It’s going to turn into a REDACTED kind of fanfic.  Look when that happens, don’t panic!  All you have to do is REDACTED in order to get the REDACTED.  Once you’ve done that then the story should REDACTED.

Alright, it’s all up to you readers!  Good Luck!

Ȩ̵́n͏́j̧o̵y̧̛ ̵͢ţ̕he̷ ͞S̸̕͜t͞ǫ̷r͠y̨̢͏!̴

(Art Classroom)

She was in and out of conscious, between waking up and going back to sleep.  She heard them, the different voices, all of them concerned for her.  But why?  Why are they so concerned about her?  She couldn’t even control her own creation, her own Alter Ego.  Just let her lay here.  Let her sleep.  Then no one would get hurt.  No one could use her or Nox to attack anyone else.  This was the best option!  No one using her ability and no one would get hurt.  Yeah, she’ll just  .  .  .

“Lou!  Lou!  You need to wake up!  This is Jackie!”

And the last String of Despair broke, snapped.  It’s influence was gone.  Lou couldn’t feel its presence anymore and she felt herself coming back to Earth.

“I think she’s coming around.  Lou?  Wake up.  Come back to us, Lou.”  A gentle voice with a german accent said.

“Jackie?  Jack?  You heard me?  You saved me?”  Lou weakly whispered eyes her tried to open her eyes.

“Yeah, Lou,” Jackie smiled softly.  “We did and your safe now.”

“I’m so sorry Jackie!”  Lou cried wrapping her arms around Jackie mumbling into his shoulder.  “I didn’t mean it!  I didn’t mean it!  I’m so sorry!”

Jackie wrapped his arms around Lou and hugged back.  Rubbing soothing circles and just letting her cry.  He knew it wasn't her fault, but seeing her this distress over something she had no control over?  It just made Jackie’s blood boil!

*You couldn’t save her.  If you did, then this wouldn’t have happened*

‘Was that even true?  Did he - did he fail?  NO!  No, Lou's right here, shaken but safe.  This was the Corruption's fault!  And Jackie will end it!  One way or another he'll end it!’

After some time, Lou had calmed down.  “Sorry,” Lou apologized.  Not sure if she was apologizing for the break down or for what she did.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Jack assured.  “Right, now.  Let’s have Henrik take a look at you.  We want to make sure that you’re alright.”

Lou nodded her agreement.  A couple of hours later, Henrik said that Lou was back to normal, but she was suffering from magical exhaustion and needed to make sure not to strain herself.  Otherwise, she could run the risk of losing her powers permanently or worse.

“What do we do now?”  Chase asked the group.

“Now, we take Lou home and make sure she’s safe then we go and find the others,” Jackie stated with determination.  He couldn’t fail them.  He almost failed Lou but wasn’t going to fail them.  He failed in not protecting them from the Corruption, but he’ll make sure not to fail them in bringing them back.

Nobody saw the shocked look on Lou’s face as realization dawned on her.  “I want to help!  Please, Jackie!  I can help!”  Lou pleaded.  She might not have been able to stop the Corruption from taking over her, but she’ll be damned if there wasn’t something she might be able to do to help!

“It’s too dangerous, Lou!  You’re suffering from magical exhaustion!  Any more strain on your powers and you could lose them or worse!  No, I’m sorry but we’re taking you home to recover, then we’ll start looking for the others,” Jackie firmly told Lou.  He didn’t want to tell her no but he wasn’t about to risk her getting hurt. He couldn’t!

Sighing in defeat, Lou nodded and let them herd her to her door room.  Once there, and everyone made sure that Lou was alright.  They headed out and went back to the Art Gallery.  Erin Treasures was last seen in her Art Studio and that’s where they were going to start.

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(Art Studio)

*You couldn't save her.  You failed Erin.  Just like before.  You, Jackieboy will fail.  FOREVER!*

‘No!  I didn’t fail!  I - we saved Lou!  And we will save Erin!  We will!  I won’t fail her, again!’  Jackie argued with the nagging voice in his head.  He couldn't fail them!  Not again!

Dread filled Jackie to the brim when he, his brothers and their Creator arrived upon the Art Studio.  Erin’s once pride and joy brightly colorful Art Studio was gone!  The once bright and colorful walls were now a stormcloud gray.  All the windows and skylights were now boarded up, with barely any sunlight shining through.  All the desks, chairs and easels the students used, were now stacked up and looked as if no one had ever used them.  All the paints were empty and all the art supplies were broken and scattered all across the floor.

Rows and Rows of portraits lined the walls, the further the Septic Egos and their Creator went into the Studio.  But it looked as if someone had vandalized each and everyone of them.  Jackie couldn’t shake this feeling that when they passed a portrait, it was looking right at them.

When they found Erin, Jackie’s heart began to break.  She was muttering to herself over and over again, never once looking up from her painting.  Her once beautiful denim jeans that had a dolphin emblem on them.  Were now faded, torn and was heavily stained with “paint water” and paint thinner.  As if when Erin went to clean her brush, she would dip it into the water or the paint thinner and then wiped the brush on her jeans.  Erin’s favorite light gray comfy shirt that she wore all the time she came up with a new idea was now ruined beyond repair.  Her once favorite pale yellow shirt that she wore to protect her clothes, now you couldn’t even tell where the paint ends and where the shirt begins.

“Erin?”  Jackie nervously called out.

“T̛͜h̡e ̛p̡er̡fe͜҉c̨̛͞t ̀́p̷̴a͏i̕͝n̡t͢͏͞ing̛, th͏̧͡e̶ p̵̴͜ȩ̀r̨fé͘ct͏͠͠ ̀͞p̵a͝ì͟nt͝͠inģ͞҉,̕͠͝ ̢͘t̡̧͏h̢͝͝e̡ ̕pe̕̕r̡͢f͟҉ect p̸͜͞ai̡͏̷n҉t̕͝in̸g͟͠.̶̧  It̢̛ m̷̢҉u҉̨ś̴t̵̨ ̴̀be ͠p̴͢e̴͘rf́͝҉è̴͜c̢t̶,͞ i̕͞t̵̢̀ ̵̷m̀́͟u͡şt ̀͠be̛ ̡̢͘p͘e̷͠rf̡̛e̶c̶͜t̨, ͟͞͡i͜͟t ͞m̶u͘s̕ţ ̕͞͠be҉ ́͢p͜͠͝erf̴ec͟͜t́͜͝.̸҉̛  ”  Erin kept repeating to herself.

“Erin?”  Jackie causionaly approached.  Hand reaching out, taking slow even steps, but then Jackie stopped dead in his tracks and slowly retreated his hand.  What Jackie caught a glimpse of in the mirror, it wasn’t Erin.  Whatever, it was, it gave Jackie an eerie grin and when it turned around, it nearly knocked Jackie back.

Erin’s once beautiful brunette short hair was now a midnight black with neon blue streaks.  Her once light brown eyes were now button-like!  One was light brown on the outside but black on the inside.  The other one was black on the outside but light brown on the inside.  The button-like eyes began to bleed paint giving Erin - no, this wasn’t Erin - giving It the look of the Puppet from Five Night of Freddy’s.  It’s stitched mouth never broke when it’s grin widened upon seeing that Jackie wasn’t alone.

E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į has emerged.

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(The Art Battle)

“Wel͡co͜mè J͢a̸c͠k͜ie!̸  ̴I̴ ́śe͠e̢ t͏hat ́yo̸u ͢br͘o̶ug̷ht y͜our͞ ̀fr̸i̧e̢ńds ́w͏ith҉ y҉o̕u.  ̛͠A̸͜r͝e̡ ̡y̕͝ou̡ h͢e҉r̷è for̴ ͘m̸y͜Á̛r͠t͏ B͏͏a̧tt̕ļe͘͝?”  E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į greeted.

“E-Erin?!”

Jackie now just realized that Erin - no - this wasn’t Erin.  Not anymore. E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į was no longer holding her paintbrush and paint pallet.  They were just floating there in thin air.  She waved her hand the paint set, set itself perfectly on the table next to the easel.  Paint brushes began to rattle on the table behind the easel that EmanaevahtnodI was working on.  

“Sơ͟ ̕ni͞c͟͟ę of̶͟ ̷͢y̡͢ò̷͝ų́͡ ̵̢t͏́̕o̷ ́com̷̛e͏̴ t̢o̵͠ ̸͠m͟y̕͠ ͘A̧̧r͘t ͢B̵͞á͘͠tt̛̀l͡e,̷ ̕J͏͞a̵͟c̸̢͞ķi̧e̶͝!͘͜ ̶̨ ͡You̶̷̵ ̀́wi̸̶l͡͞l̴̢ m̶̛͞ąḱ͜͝e̕ ͝t̶̶͠h͢e̛ ̶̧͜p͏̧ęŗ͢f͏e͏̶͞c̕͏ţ̧͠ p͞ai̸̧̨n̨̛t̨i̸n̶͡g̶ ”  E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į said glitching and waved her hand.

The paint brushes that were rattling on the table now flew forward and grew to be life size.  All four paint brushes.  Four new “still” life subjects.  The life size paint brushes dipped themselves in some sort of acid green substance and went to the vandalized portraits.  The painted whatever that liquid was all over covering the entire canvas.  Then to Jackie's terror, the portraits began to come to life!  It felt like Jackie had entered an indie horror game, the figures were started to break the fourth wall and started to climb out of the paintings.

When they fully were out of the painting and stood up, Jackie heart plummeted.  All the paintings were portraits of them, of the Egos and their Creator, but now there horribly disfigured to the point that they didn't even look human.  Corrupted.  All the portraitors had become Corrupted.  It must have happened when Erin was targeted.  Jackie and the other scattered trying to figure out what to do and went to look for something to defend themselves with.

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(Henrik)

Henrik didn’t get far,  as a stream of paint came crashing in front of him when tried to get to the door.  Hurriedly backing up, as the paint reformed to showing him what he looked liked when the Corruption took over him.  Henrik backed himself into one the easel that had one the paintings now fully empty.  He groped around trying to find something - anything­ - to use as a weapon.  His hand found and clutched around some kind of art tool that he didn’t know what the name of it was.  It reminded him of a plastic cake/pie server, but it didn’t matter.  Gripping it in his hand like one of his surgical tools and with years of experience.  Henrik charged at the thing, making precise incisions to this - monstrosity.

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(Chase)

Chase would be the first to admit that he was anything but a fighter.  He didn’t even know how to fight!  But he did know how to do amazing trick shots and he was the “King of Parakor” after all.  Doing his best with what he has at his disposal, Chase quickly started acting like the floor was lava!  Jumping, diving, flipping from one place to another and climbing anything that he could.  Chase was doing a good job at staying three steps ahead of whatever this thing was. Until his foot caught on to something and sending Chase crashing down.  Chase looked over his shoulder and turned around just in time for the paint monster to materialize right in front of his eyes.

It stared at Chase for a while, tilting its head side to side as if trying to make sense of something or to come to some kind of decision.  Once it did it put its hand to the side and paint began form and solidified into some kind of string like material.  It lunge forward at Chase trying to tie the strings to him.  Chase fought off the creature and managed to push it off of him, getting to feet, Chase high speed outta there.  The thing went after Chase and was closing in on him. Chase sprinted down the hall at full speed no chance to do any cool tricks now.

Trying to throw it off, Chase crisscrossed, grabbed different things and threw them down after him.  The thing jumped and evaded the obstacles with ease and continue it’s pursuit.  Chase saw his opportunity come into view.  Putting all of his parakor skills to the test, Chase sprint full force at the tapestry dead ahead of him.  Then he jumped on the wall next to him, landed on the tapestry and waited a few seconds, then flipped backwards to the hall floor.   Rolling on the ground as he landed ready to sprint if his plan didn't work.

Chase looked backed only to see that paint monster had gotten reabsorbed into the tapestry.  Chase took a minute to smile triumphantly for a brief moment then sprinted back to the others.

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(Jack)

Jack didn’t know what to do!  He only knew a little self defense but this was beyond him!  He ran into the art supply room and looked around for anything to use!  He quickly found a staff like rod and ready himself just in time to see the Corrupted JackSepticeye emerge.

Jack stood there almost frozen staring at this - this thing.  It looked like him but not at the same time.  It looked as if all the joy was gone.  The spark and the reason why Jack kept doing videos was completely dimensioned.  Its eyes were dull, emotionless, all the light and brightness was no more.  Its mouth was stitched as if to never talk ever again.  You could just feel the negativity radiating off of it, as if you felt like you could never feel joy or happiness ever again.  Jack shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

The Corrupted JackSepticeye lunged right at Jack, trying to subdue him.  It became a tug-a-war over the rod that Jack picked up to defend himself.  Jack managed to throw the Corruption down and ready to strike it with the rod but he hesitated.  A split moment Jack, almost saw himself in this - whatever it was - a part of him wanted to help it.  But he knew deep down that he couldn’t.  Pleading eyes begging Jack, to let it be free.  Jack took the rod, raised it over his head and brought it down full force.  The Corruption splattered and dispersed and then seeped through the cracks in the floor.  Jack with shaking hands and breath, ran out the art supply room and back to Jackie like bat-out-of-hell.

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(Jackie)

Jackie stood unable to form any cohesive thoughts, staring at this - whatever it was - it wasn’t good.  The thing that was standing in front of him, looked like what would've happened if Jackie ever got Corrupted.  The once light green hair was now a messy mousy brown.  Button-like eyes, one was read on the outside but black on the inside.  The other was black on the outside but blue on the inside.  Static tears began to bleed from the button-like eyes.  A stitched mouth that reminded Jackie of embroidery.  The once proud bright red suit was now dark blood red, with several patches of different shades of black.  Acid green strings hung from Corrupted Jackie’s wrist and were also used as stitching.

Jackie hesitated for a moment, he wasn’t sure why he did though.  But Jackie quickly got his bearings and just in time, as Corrupted Jackie came at him pulling no punches.  Jackie now had a good idea on what it felt like being in the Walking Dead.  Corrupted Jackie’s fighting style was very wild and reckless but also extremely strong.  Jackie had to come up with something and fast!  He couldn’t just keep dodging, evading and trying to counter every single move.  Jackie dodged and ducked under a move and managed to Super Kick the Corrupted Jackie back into the empty canvas.  As soon as the Corrupted Jackie made contact with the empty canvas, a portrait of Jackieboy Man was soon standing there in front of him.

Chase, Jack and Henrik came back and stood behind Jackie.  Ready to help in any possible way.

“Erin!  Please!  You have to fight this!  This is Jackie!”

“E̸̶ŗ̴i̡͟n?  Èr͜͢i̢͢n̷̕ '̶s ̶go͟n̷e̴.”  E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į mocked.  “S̵h̡e’s̢ g̸͜o̴ǹe̴ F͝OR̨̧͟E̕҉V͟ÉR̵̨̛!”

E̸̷m̸̸͟a͟͢ńa̕͜e̵v͏̨a͘h̴͡t͟͏͜ńo͏d̷Į waved her hand and more and more “Vandalized” Portraits came to life, surrounding the Egos and their Creator.  All four of the Septics, with their backs to one another, tried to come up with a plan.  They were outnumbered and soon the numbers game had caught up to them.  Each Septic was being dragged to different blank canvases and the live paintings were trying to pull them into the paintings.  Make them a permanent fixture and EmanaevahtnodI would finally have her perfect painting.

“Erin!”

Jackie’s heart stopped when he heard the voice of the new arrival!   ‘No, no, no, no!  She couldn’t be here!’

Everyone turned their heads to see Lou Huffle standing in the doorway.

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A/N:  I know I left on a cliffhanger, but I had too.  I kept trying to write the ending but it just kept coming up crappy, overused, and basically it felt like I try to repeat myself.  So, any ideas on how to save Erin from the Corruption in her mind will be greatly appreciated!  And I might take a step back and come back to this later.

The next chapter, will have the battle between Lou and Erin!  And also, will be guest starring @egopocalypse!  Yes, River!  I will finally be getting to your chapter!  Not sure when I’ll be posting it but I will!  I promise I will!!

Tagging:  @septic-dr-schneep, @egopocalypse, @huffletrax, @kisstheashes, @kangaroo-roux, @thevampireauthoress, @the-scribe-watches, @a-humble-narcissus, @epicfangirl01, @d-structive, @dolphintreasureart, @droid-dreamer, @weirdmixofweirdness, @10th-no-name-person, @dezzydynamite, @jackjames-exe, @juju-on-that-yeet, @julywinters, @averyancora, @littlepinkchan, @pumpkin-demon, @corruptedmetadata, @nightfuryobsessed, @power-of-friends-games, @starlightstarfight, @fear-is-nameless, @chaoticcrimsonrose, @thefirsttobreak, @shadowsinyoursoul

[quasarkisses]

Spirit, Valor, and Knowledge Teaser

SVK is my original story. I’ve been worldbuilding for it for about seven years under the working title “heroes story”, which longtime followers have probably seen mention of at some point. It’s gone through several iterations over the course of that time and has changed a significant amount from the initial attempts.

The current manuscript is partially incomplete and will need to go through  thorough edits, but I’m hoping to release early chapters for beta readers later this fall or winter, with the goal of ensuring that the representation I’ve included is done as well as possible for a queer hick from the rural midwest. 

All characters and content are my original creations and are open to improvement. Feedback is appreciated and will encourage further content release.

Wordcount: 1.2k

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The cat was nosing in Theo’s paint again, bothering him for a scratch. He loved the insufferable creature, but damn if it didn’t seek affection at the worst of times. Careful to balance it properly, he set aside his pallet and rubbed Carnie’s ears. The wind blew cold even in the summer season, and Theo pulled his coat tighter around him, trying to keep paint off of it and the cat as best he could.

He took a moment to warm his hands in its long orange fur and look over what he had completed so far. The rough textures of the worn brick and concrete buildings of the city east of the commune were a good challenge; the crumbling asphalt road with its faded remnants of yellow and white leading outwards tested his skill at displaying perspective.

Mx. Jordanes had assigned him to sketch the same scene last year. More of the shoulder of the road had deteriorated since then, doubling the size of the pothole, and one of the telephone poles had rotted through in the spring. It had taken fifteen able adults to move, clearing the way further to the fourth stoplight down, where things became 4th Street territory. The stop lights still cycled through their colors, directing the ghost of traffic. Once, they had been the pulse of the city. Theo thought he might catch them all at different colors. Some red and yellow would really brighten up the scene.

He was putting down a base of orange on the furthest one when he noticed the change. A cluster of dots in the distance had come around a corner and were making their way down the road: two of them black and two of them gray. Two travellers, he assumed, being escorted to Slateset by 4th Life Strays, who claimed the 4th Street territory. The Strays were usually good about sending survivors their way, but as they came closer Theo could see the strange make of their clothes. The gray figures were bundled in swathes of cloth over every inch of their body, hoods pulled low over their faces, while the dark coated pair were marked at the shoulders, the taller one by red and the shorter by violet. They were packed too lightly for real wandering, but they didn’t look like Kings either. Certainly they wouldn’t have come through 4th Street if they were.

Theo painted his stoplights as he waited for them to come in calling distance of the barrier wall he was perched on, and began packing away his brushes for deeper cleaning.

If they were Darksiders he was as good as dead already. They didn’t look the type, no guns or bows as far as he could see, but Theo adjusted the hatchet hanging from his belt so the steel caught the light just in case.

“Hail!” cried the violet-marked woman, her dark face turned up to look at him against the sun. A long scar ran vertical on the right side of her face from jawline to cheekbone.

“Hello,” he replied. The wind picked up bitterly, and he had to raise his voice significantly to be heard. It was possible someone else from the commune would hear him and come to investigate. Carnie the cat didn’t care for his yelling or for the sudden cold and trotted off down the wall without him. “Did the Bosses give you passage through 4th Street?”

The woman’s reply was stolen by a cold gust. “We met no one on the road here,” she said, louder this time. “We are glad to see someone left alive. Are there more of you?”

“We’re all glad to be alive these days,” he replied, to avoid answering her directly. “Do you need food or medical attention?”

The woman shared a look with one of the hooded figures and discussed something between them. “Your company is all we would request. We have come from far away, and we have many questions as to how this place came to be in such a state. If you would come down and speak to us, we would be grateful.”

Theo weighed the risk. She didn’t talk like a local, she wasn’t lying about that. Their clothes, especially the gray cloaks, were exceedingly clean for someone who had been on the road for any stretch of time, and both she and her redmarked companion would freeze to death if they spent the night outside. They didn’t even have gloves. Still, they didn’t seem like Darksiders, and they had made no threat to him. If they had news from any distance the council would want to speak to them immediately. It had been more than a year since they’d had news from as far as the next state over, and there would be a hundred questions to ask anyone from further.

No, they hadn’t threatened him yet. It would be safer and smarter to test that before bringing them back to his home. “No, I’m staying up here,” he shouted. “Ask whatever you want, but do it from down there.”

They showed no sign of aggression at his refusal, though the women turned and conferred with her companions again. “What is the name of this place?” she asked.

Theo frowned. He leaned over, holding onto the ledge, just to check that his memory was correct. Below his feet in letters five feet tall, Slateset: The First Solar Supermall was proudly printed in bold emerald script. They’d taken down the plastic decals to clean and repaint only two weeks before. Mx. Jordanes had organized the effort, and Theo was still finding green paint behind his ears.

Maybe they were illiterate. Or, more likely, there was some obvious reason for the confusion that Theo was overlooking somehow. Either way, he said, “This is the Slateset Commune.” He pointed back the way they had come, then westward towards the mountains. “That’s all Fourth Street until you hit the residentials, and past us you’re in the King’s Republic.”

“Theo!” Still in his work clothes, Jack Kindley jogged over from the farmyard. “We heard yelling, you alright?” The barrier wall was set against a hill, leaving Jack only a few feet below him as opposed to the height he spoke with the strangers from.

“I’m fine Mr. Kindley, only there are some people here that say they’re from out of town.”

Jack’s face brightened with surprise. “Out of town? How far out of town?” He began to scale the wall next to Theo, heaving himself up by wrapping his arms around the edge, and looked down at the four travellers. “You come from out Kansas way? 73 still a bandit nest?”

The man with red on his coat answered them in a deep tone that cut through the wind like a knife. “We only came west recently,” was all he said.

Jack glanced to Theo, adjusting his grip on the wall. “They look like trouble to you?”

“Nah, I think they’re just odd. They came from 4th Street, though, and they said they weren’t stopped by any Strays. That sounds like trouble to me.”

The older man frowned and nodded, peering over the ledge again. “You guys got any weapons?”

The woman with the scar and her tall friend pulled out a large sword and an axe with a long, black blade. She presented it oddly, as if she were offering it up to be taken or showing it off, and the man did much the same with his blade. The hooded figures were supposedly defenseless. Jack seemed to think it as strange as Theo did, but he nodded all the same. “Alright then, guess you can’t shoot the place up. Let’s get you in where it’s warm.”

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I’ll likely post more teasers from throughout the book as parts become more polished. If anyone actually reads this far, thank you! Literally all feedback is good, my asks are open and anyone can dm me. The response I’ve gotten so far has me looking forward to putting out more original content in the SVK vein but please like/reblog/usual e-shilling etc if you enjoy it.

Thank you! 

[faeshifter]

Blow For Blow (JakexReader)

*quietly dying because she wrote ‘Jack’ instead of Jake*

was inspired by @deadbydelight posting some HCs for Jake.. and I know this isn’t very fluffy at all! ;-; I’m getting around to it. I actually really like Jake, so I’ll probably write more for him later!

I’m also really sorry for the horrible pictures, I was trying to add a little more... I know they’re really crummy.

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“Thanks,” you sighed.

Stepping back, Jeff nodded like it was no big deal. But Dwight rubbed his eyes. “I should’ve asked for another medkit,” he mumbled.

“No worries,” Jeff held up the medkit with a smile. “Still have some left.”

You patted the bandages, relieved the cleaver hadn’t gone deeper. “Only one gen remaining, right? Shouldn’t be a problem.”

“One and a half.” Dwight corrected.

“Then get to it,” Jake grumbled from the corner. At this, the nervous leader scurried out, tailed by Jeff, who gave you a pat of the shoulder and handed you his medkit -which you took- before leaving the doorway. Aftercare lit up as he got further away..

You turned back to Jake, who was already heading out the other door. “I’ll go with you, then?”

He nodded. “Sure. But be more careful. Please.”

The fifth generator actually wasn’t too far, and the Killer wasn’t around. After a little while, it was fully repaired, the lights blinking on as the Gates roared in the distance. At the same time, the heartbeat in your ears kicked up. You froze. Scanning the trees, you couldn’t see anything. “Where?”

Grabbing your hand, Jake pulled you from the finished machinery, almost causing you to drop your item, in the direction you’d been looking; only when you glanced over your back did you see the big humanoid advancing. With a yelp, you tripped over your feet, still getting pulled along.

You were shoved to the left very suddenly. “Hide!”

Having gained ground, the lethal weapon once again cut the air near your arm, stopping any hesitation. You ran, not looking back until the heartbeat died down. Too quickly for your comfort.

Through the trunks, you saw a figure; the shorter the friendlier, in this case. You moved closer, afraid to make noise, afraid to draw the wrong attention. You were a little late to realize when your shoe met metal, interlocking jaws of hell clamped shut, chewing into your ankle. You screamed short and raggedly, doubling over and clawing vainly at the rusty metal in an attempt to free yourself.

A couple of feet sped over the grass and two gloved hands covered yours, prying the trap open and helping you up. He wordlessly tugged you forward, over the trap, and braced you on his shoulder. Together, he helped you limp towards the nearest Exit Gate.

Heart pounding around your skull, you frantically tried to find the Killer. Except he was nowhere within your vision, until he came crashing over a vault point in a lunge.

The spoiled cleaver connected, with Jake taking the blow. He barely staggered before hitting his knees, sending you stumbling forward.

It was that perk.

“Shit!” You half ran, half crawled, biting back your cries as you moved as quick as you could, with more blood pouring from the gashes in your injury as you pulled a syringe from the medkit.  You nearly collapsed onto him as you stuck the needle into his shoulder, hauling him up. “Come on!”

The adrenaline kicked in and Jake scrambled to his feet, narrowly avoiding another downing blow as Trapper turned the corner. With his arm around your midsection, the Gate up ahead let out a promising light as it’s door dragged open.

You ran through a small opening, hoping whoever had opened the gate noticed the pallet you passed. The wish was granted when Dwight appeared, dropping it right onto the approaching beast’s head.

Jeff ushered everyone into the Gate and stayed behind as chunks of colorful wood exploded from furious destruction.

The Killer watched, growling, as you all made it out alive. Only just.

You slowed, just outside the black claw blockage. “Thank you...” you murmured breathlessly, head leaning into the crook of his neck. “You didn’t have to.”

At the same moment, his head turned toward you. It almost felt like his lips brushed your forehead.

Did... he just-?

Your head shot up, about colliding with his; he was looking away. Your teammates weren’t looking, either. Then his gaze caught yours out of the corner of his eye, and it seemed like he actually smiled.

[aion-rsa]

What Are NFTs and Why Are Comics Companies Selling Them?

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With an announcement from collectible maker VeVe, the world was introduced to the first officially licensed DC NFTs. “What is VeVe?” you might ask. Or possibly “What is an NFT?” 

Excellent questions, friends! We will do our absolute best to explain them in clear, concise terms to you right now. 

Here are simple answers to complicated questions: NFTs are ecologically devastating vaporware created to part very dumb, very wealthy collectors from their money, made by stoned libertarian math nerds trying to prove a point they think is profound but is actually just very banal. Veve is no different than any other secondary huckster that springs up around a particularly successful snake oil economy.

As for why DC is getting in bed with them, it’s hard to know if the company is trying to just be cutting edge or if it’s because AT&T took on a shitload of debt buying Warner, and like anybody with creditors breathing down their neck, they need to make several quick bucks or else. 

THE NEXT EVOLUTION IN COMICS HUCKSTERISM

Two full decades after Metallica teamed up with record labels to make sure we didn’t own anything we purchased digitally, a group of rejected Captain Planet villains came up with a workaround: NFTs.

NFTs use blockchain, a distributed AI accountant that requires ENORMOUS amounts of processing power to work properly, to assign certificates of ownership and record transactions. Accepting the pitch behind blockchain technology requires one to step back to an absurdly abstract level, then a zoom back into the extremely micro. 

Every transaction between two people is built around trust: I trust that you are giving me the thing I’m paying for, while we both trust that the currency I’m handing you has a (relatively) absolute value which will allow it to be traded for other things. Blockchain purports to eliminate that trust: it uses a distributed ledger that anyone can see and confirm to record our transaction; it uses an algorithm to make sure every copy of the ledger is the same; and it assigns tokens to each transaction that can be given a value. 

NFTs add in an absurd additional abstraction: ownership of digital media. I have always had the ability to, for example, produce an animated reaction gif from a television show and sell that animated reaction gif to you for a fixed sum of money. You would be an idiot for purchasing that reaction gif for several reasons: anyone else could make the exact same gif and you could find it in iMessage’s search engine, for one. But nothing in the past has ever prevented this transaction from occurring. 

The “innovation” around NFTs is that it uses blockchain technology to “prove” “ownership” and “authenticity,” a sentence that is so heavily caveated that to express it correctly in writing makes the writer look like a conspiracy theorist. The NFT assigns a ledger value to the piece of digital artwork, and then that ledger value is what is sold between parties. It is a non-fungible token – unlike Bitcoin or other cryptocurrency, the idea is these art pieces’ tokens’ inherent value doesn’t change (hence the non-fungible), while cryptocurrency is a token whose value is relative to other less imaginary currency. 

This has led to some frankly embarrassing sales online. Jack Dorsey, the vacuous and bizarre founder of Twitter, is auctioning off his first tweet, something that already happened, that you can find with one simple Google search, for millions of dollars. Beeple, an artist the internet assures me is real, auctioned off a digital JPEG collage of all their previous works for $69 million. Jose Delgo, a comics artist from the ‘70s that very few people remembered until this happened, has made almost $2 million selling NFTs of his own artwork, spurring DC to email freelancers to remind them that they should not be using DC characters to try and skate atop this obvious bubble. Not because of the catastrophic environmental impacts caused by the blockchain algorithm, mind you. No, it was because AT&T needed to get some of that sweet, sweet tulip money.

THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS MOSTLY POOR PEOPLE

Joanie Lemercier, a French artist and climate activist, has sold six NFT pieces so far. The act of accounting for those sales – assigning a token, then transferring ownership of that token from Lemercier to the purchaser – was 8.7 megawatt hours of energy. That’s roughly equivalent to the entire energy consumption of his studio for two entire years. 

The algorithm used for NFTs, like the one used for Bitcoin, other cryptocurrency, and all blockchain transactions, requires computers perform a certain volume of complex activity to access the ledger. That’s how it prevents fraudulent transactions – by making the barrier to writable access so high that it’s functionally impossible. 

Of course, as demand for these transactions increases, so too does the computing power needed to record them. Hence the massive power consumption from Lemercier’s sale. Bitcoin transactions, especially since Elon Musk invested heavily in them to drive up their price (presumably the “pump” part of “pump and dump”), now use more energy annually than the entire country of Argentina. 

Here’s the catch: in a perfectly green, zero emission energy environment, this wouldn’t be a huge problem. Unfortunately, as anyone who has gone outside in the past 18 months has noticed, we’re not quite there yet. And while adding another Argentina to global power load isn’t the same as adding another China, it is still a significant drain on existing grids, and if it’s not timed and sited right, it’s using very dirty power (it’s fairly complicated, but the short version is electricity generation generally gets dirtier as demand increases).

So when Grimes auctions off a certificate of creation for her digital artwork, she’s triggering a set of computer actions that put a massive stress on the power grid that churns out oodles of negative environmental consequences, which according to study after study fall disproportionately on poor people and people of color. 

Or! Instead of auctioning off something that clearly doesn’t exist, maybe she’s just using fracked natural gas as laundry detergent for mafia cash.

DIGITAL MONEY LAUNDROMAT

Let’s say I was a certain very sadistic, very fictional, black mask wearing crime lord of an American city and I have $1 million in cash lying around that I made from my operation’s drug business. If I suddenly bought a house with that million dollars, the authorities would notice that large transaction (probably through transaction reporting from the bank handling the sale, or the property exchange paperwork that runs through City Hall) and start sniffing around to find out where that money came from. 

The same goes if I were to purchase IRL fine art through an auction house. The auction house would ask questions about where that money came from, and if it didn’t like what it found, it would report it to the authorities. Same for buying cars, or businesses, or lots of other real life transactions. 

Now replace bank, city hall, and auction house with “a bunch of computers playing tic tac toe against each other on a 1025 square board” and try and guess where the reporting comes in. We don’t have to wait for an answer, that reporting doesn’t exist. 

NFT transactions are the perfect confluence of the shadiness of art dealing with the shadiness of off-book dark web money-moving. They’re not all money laundering, but they are easy enough to use as money laundering that the authorities are getting concerned. 

PRECARITY, PANDEMICS, AND COMICS ART

So why are comics people doing this? To start with, we mean actual people, and not people in the legal sense of the word (corporations).

It’s not hard to see the eye popping amounts of money changing hands and understand why at least some of them are getting involved. But it’s equally easy to look at the economics of the pandemic era of comics creation and at least sympathize with the pull. Comic page rates have been largely stagnant since the 1980s – penciler page rates in recent years are actually lower than the modest demands made by creators during the abortive effort to unionize in the 1970s.

With that money being so limited, most artists relied on the sale of original art, sketches, and sales at conventions to help make ends meet. So the last year has been exceptionally tough on them. Add to that the trend towards digital art, where there’s no actual physical page produced for the comic, and it’s not hard to imagine a hard up artist, one year into not seeing another living soul except for when the grocery clerk brings a bag of food out to their car, seeing someone coming along waving a conservative five figures at them and not explaining the extremely convoluted yet catastrophic environmental impact of the proces, saying yes to the quick cash.

To their credit, many comics creators are repulsed by the idea. Several have expressed serious concerns with NFTs on Twitter, with Doomsday Clock artist Gary Frank expressing “bewilderment” at the idea of his art being used to sell one of these things, and Marsha Cooke, widow of New Frontier great Darwyn Cooke and manager of his estate, going so far as to ask DC to stop using his art in them. 

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Hopefully the companies involved (or thinking of getting involved) with NFTs listen to their creatives. Nothing more honors the spirit of Batman than using his image to help give a pallet of Bratva money a quick scrub. 

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[overwatchoriginalcharacters]

Scáthán

-Character- 

Name: Toshi Morrison

Alias: scáthán

Age: 18

DOB: July 8th

Height: 5’8

Affiliation: Overwatch

Role: Support

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: Green

Nationality: American/Irish

Appearance: Toshi is a young man, of average height, with a toned build. He has short blonde hair and deep green eyes. Before joining Overwatch, he would usually wear his street clothes; a black shirt, black and grey jacket, blue jeans, and black sneakers. Though not normally seen, he does have freckles on his face and shoulders.

When he joined Overwatch, he began to wear an outfit consisting of a sleeveless skin-tight shirt under a long, black coat. baggy cargo pants, a blue beanie with the Overwatch icon on the fold. Additionally​, under the fold is his logo, four small crosses lining a small mirror. (this is also his common default design).

Personality: Toshi was a silent person, usually stoic. A strange quirk with Toshi is that he always would refer to Reinhardt as ‘Father’ and Jack as ‘Dad’, this might be a result from him being for informal with Jack. something interesting about Toshi, is that he thinks of himself as always alone, only finding company in the Illusions he makes.

Family: Jack Morrison (father) Orfiá Theá Morrison (mother) Ana Amari (godmother) Reinhardt Wilhelm (godfather/adoptive father) Fareeha Amari (godsister?)

Weapons: Hardlight Mirror. Through the use of a special mirror equipped with reverse engineered Hard Light technology from the Vishkar Corporation, provided by by Lucio. This mirror lets him create barriers and shields, plus near identical Copies of himself. But also, after Winston figured out how Sombra modified Tracers Chronol Accelerator into a Translocator, he was given the prototype called ‘warping glass’, a small pocket sized mirror like device that allows Toshi to swap locations with one of his illusions.

Background/Bio: growing up, Toshi didn’t have a great life. His father was a founding member of Overwatch, Jack Morrison. When Toshi was four the Overwatch Base was attacked, and shortly before that his mother passed due to illness. With no one left in his immediate family, Toshi had only one person to go to, his godfather; Reinhardt Wilhelm. After that Reinhardt became the closest thing Toshi had to a father. Toshi had always wanted to be apart of Overwatch, but when he could it was disbanded.

-Game play-

Health: 250. 200 HP and 50 Shields.

Primary fire: Hardlight Mirror. He carries a Medium sized Mirror. He fires four small beams that converge into one large beam, this beam deals around 30-60 damage dependent on the relative distance to the opponent, dealing more damage the closer he is for around 5-10 seconds, but has no reload cool down. If the opponent survives, they will be marked with a ‘shard’. A character can only be marked twice, but Toshi can mark as many as he needs to, making for a total of twelve shards if he marks the enemy team twice. If he fires at an ally, they will be healed for the same amount. They will also be marked with a shard that heals for 10 damage every half a second for five seconds. With either an ally or enemy, the shards will vanish if they are eliminated.

Secondary fire: broken mirror. Cracks his mirror, this deals 100-150 damage to the opponent depending on their max health and how many shards they have. This can only used if an opponent is marked with a shard and will remove all shards from those who are marked.

             Voice cue: gaze into the looking Glass.

Ability 1: Illusion. Toshi can make illusory clones of himself or his allies, the player can actually choose which character he clones. The purpose of these clones is to distract the opponent, leaving them vulnerable to an attack. These illusions will follow their designated character and heal them for ten Health over five seconds if damaged, but the longer they heal the less they last. After ten seconds of healing they vanish. The Illusions will also vanish if Toshi is eliminated.

            Voice cue: try and guess.

Ability 2: Warping glass. Toshi can swap his current position with that of one of his clones

            Voice cue: seeing double are we!

Ultimate: Mirror barrier; Toshi unleashes a large burst of energy that not only gives all his nearby allies a shield worth 300 Health but restores them to full health and temporarily reflects damage for 7 seconds. It’s similar to Symmetra’s shield Generator and Lúcio’s Sound barrier.

            Voice cue: use them wisely.

Second ultimate: Rebound. Toshi surrounds himself in a barrier for seven seconds. Any and all damage directed at Toshi will be reflected back at them. It’s similar to Zarya barriers and Genji’s Reflect.

Voice cue: Reflect upon your actions!

-cosmetics-

Alt skins: (Rare) *several color pallet swaps of his common skin.*

Dearg for red

Gorm for blue

Glas for green

Buí for yellow

Oráiste for orange

Corcra for purple.

(Epic) steampunk: the steampunk show Toshi in bronze and brown 18th century clothing with a gear/ steampowered motif. His beanie is replaced with a pair of goggles with gear design and reflective lenses.

(Legendary; summer games): archery; this Skin depicts Toshi as an archer, complete with an orange shirt and blue lines, matching pants, white knee socks, and white sneakers. His master craftsman gloves are replaced with archery gloves, a bow, and a quiver full of arrows.

This skin has its own voice line interactions with Hanzo. Toshi; ‘I hope that my practice has payed off’. Hanzo; ‘we will see, won’t we?’. Implying that Hanzo was the one who taught him Archery.

(Holiday) Tinsel spinner: this Skin, turns his outfit a reflective gold and silver with a Bronze mirror. On the back of his coat, is a silver spider. This Skin pulls inspiration from the Tinsel Spider, an old European folk story.

(Halloween Terror) two face; This skin appears as a pallet swap of the Ringmaster Skin. in well-lit rooms or in maps that are set during the daytime it appears as a black suit, but in dark rooms or at night, a neon skeleton and skull design is seen on his suit and face. He appears to be holding a cane with a skull ornament adorning the top. This skin comes with a highlight intro called ‘Carnival of chaos’ which shows him doing a tumble roll bow. He drops in tumble rolling, when he lands he does a bow. It conveys a message of ‘I can be spontaneous and crazy, but also Graceful and poetic’

(Legendary; year of the rooster) red lion: this skin depicts Toshi as the Nian, a large red lion-like monster that hates loud noises, and the color red.

Emotes: Hello; *waves* or *give a two-finger salute* “Hello” “Hi” “sup”

Guess; Toshi creates a copy of himself that copies him.

        Patience; “I guess I’ll wait” *sits down cross legged, after a while He’ll shake his leg and be forced out* “bah, waiting’s boring”

Dad! *facepalms and shake his head disappointedly* “Dad, Please”

Dance: either a short irish jig or, if performed next to someone else’s, he’ll copy or perform a responding action. If done next to roadhog’s cabbagepatch Toshi will also cabbagepatch. If done next to Soldier’s dance emote, Toshi will groan and shake his head in disappointment. If done next to either Reinhardt waltz or Widowmaker’s balle, he’ll perform a similar dance. If done next to Pharah’s, he’ll bob his head and progressively bob faster, he’ll then put up the devil horn and bob even faster, until he starts bobbing uncontrollably and hits his head on the ground.

Victory poses: Chill *crossing his arms behind his head and crossing his legs*  

Highlight intros: skater. Toshi skates into the frame, skating around for a few seconds. The camera pans up, showing the he’s carved the Overwatch logo into the ice.

Carnival of chaos. It shows him doing a tumble roll bow. He drops in tumble rolling, when he lands he does a bow followed by a hat tip with his cane.

Voice lines:

Interactions

*D. Va gets an elimination* gg D. Va, gg.

*Eliminates D.Va* get Rekt!

*Soldier 76; in Nepal/ antarctica* put a coat on, you’ll catch a cold.

I’m fine dad!

*Tracer* remember when we used to play tag when i was little?

You’ll still never catch me, love.

*Gets an assist with either Hanzo or McCree* I ship it

*catches Genji and Mercy* Oh Would you kiss already

*eliminates Tracer* cheers love, the cavalry’s dead.

*Sombra in spawn* Sombra: Copy cat!

Toshi: Please, you wish you could do what I can! Ladrón de hacking.

*Symmetra in spawn* why would you associate with that ruffian? Vishkar is trying to create a better world.

            Have you seen Rio lately!

[jackwantstoseizethedavey]

Lizard Tales Contribution

Alrighty, so I saw the very lovely @thestoryweneededtowrite‘s collection of Lizard Tales. And so I ended up sending her a prompt about it, but once I sent it, I was like dang, I really want to write that too. 

So here is my contribution, I hope she doesn’t mind me stealing her idea. This also is inspired by the fact that most of you look like you either have had or are having your finals soon, so here’s a little Javid fluff. 

Good luck everyone and kick ass

Jack was trying to get his collection done for the end of his semester.

They were supposed to turn in a five piece collection that would be featured in a little art studio on the edge of campus for a short one week exhibit.

Objectively, and Jack was doing his best to be objective here, this was not that big of a deal, the campus may have been big, but outside of art students, not a lot of people came to these things.

Still…. no matter how much he tried to explain the details to himself, he couldn’t get his nerves under control. His therapist said he needed to recognize the signs of when he was getting to his boiling point and take a step back, but it was almost impossible to do when there was this much going on and he couldn’t afford to take a break until he was done.

He knew he ought to stop, take a couple of hours and take a shower, and then eat something that wasn’t a candy bar, maybe give Dave a call to make sure he wasn’t drowning himself in studying, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

He just needed to get this damn color right.

Once he got this right he could call it for the day.

This was the last piece, he had powered through the other four over the quarter, with minimal issues, which had been shocking. He had only had a minor meltdown over the skyline he did. But that was almost to be expected when working with that many shades of blue, because fucking blue man, fucking blue

The problem with this last one was that he couldn’t get the exact right shade of green for the head, which was ridiculous, because he had an eye for green.

He didn’t like to brag, regardless of what his friends liked to tease him about, but he knew green. Jack knew the color evergreens were in winter, grass at the beginning of spring, leaves at sunrise or sunset, the shade Davey’s green sweater turned when they all sat around a bonfire. So why couldn’t he get the stupid lizard right?

“What the fuck are you doing to me man?” At this point, it was like the lizard was mocking him, with its dumb eyes and it’s wrong colored face, maybe he had been at this way too long.

“You’re such an asshole….why can’t you just do what I want you to?”

If he was waiting for a response or not, it didn’t matter at this point, because now that he started he was on a roll.

“You’re a stupid lizard, I don’t even know why I wanted to paint you, i should have done another cactus….Yeah, a cactus wouldn’t be giving me this kind of trouble, a cactus would be grateful that i’m painting it.”

Jack set his pallet down, he wasn’t going to make anymore progress right now, he could feel the last of his energy draining out of him as he cleaned his brushes.

Setting then down to dry and then sitting down on the floor in front of his canvas, Jack ran his fingers through his hair, and added to the paint already in it.

He had no idea what he must look like, but he didn’t figure it was too good, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Instead I got you, with your smug look and judging eyes, you know who judges others? Assholes judge other peo--”

“What are you doing dude?”

Damn it

Jack whipped his head around to see Dave standing in the doorway, looking at him like he wasn’t sure whether he should leave or not. 

When his question caught up with Jack, his mouth answered ahead of his brain like usual.

“......Arguing with a lizard?”

“Umm...okay… Are you winning?”

“...n-no, the lizard’s a- uh asshole...” Why did he start talking? Jack wanted to smack his face against the floor. He should just slump down and pretend to be asleep, and then maybe Davey would just think he was sleep painting or something… that was a thing right?

Davey cracked a smile at his answer sparing Jack the embarrassment of continuing that specific topic. He walked into the student studio Jack was held up in, with a bag full of what must have been food and a couple of sodas tucked into his arm.

Deciding to cut his losses, and hopefully not be more awkward than he already was, Jack got to his feet and started clearing space for them to eat. Davey started talking as Jack moved his supplies to another table.

“I thought you’d be hungry, i figured you probably haven’t had anything other than a some reeses for a while.”

He could have tried to argue that point, but Davey knew him too well to believe any of his bullshit, and really, now that food was in front of him, he realized he was starving. Davey was like a beautiful food delivery angel. Although he wasn’t sure how much Davey would like being called that, so he decided to keep those thoughts to himself.

“I didn’t expect to see you until next week. How much do i owe you?” Jack started looking around the room for where he left his wallet, he probably had some cash in there, Race had paid him back a few days ago, and he couldn’t remember using it all.

Tapping Jack’s arm to get his attention back, Davey handed him a pair of chopsticks and a container of chowmein, and pulled Jack’s stool over for him to sit on, before turning to go get another stool for himself.

Bringing it over and rubbing the seat of the stool to make sure the paint on it was dry, not wet like last time, Davey looked up to let Jack know exactly what he thought about him trying to pay for any of this.

“Don’t worry about it, Sarah kicked me out of the house, she said if i didn’t take a break she was going to put me in a headlock and get Les to tickle me until I passed out.”

Trying to finish chewing the noodles in his mouth and not laugh, he didn’t need to take as big a bite as he did, but you know, live and learn, Jack managed to swallow before finally sitting down and replying:

“That’s kind of a weird threat….but you know what, she would do it.” If Jack was sure about anything, it was that Sarah would do exactly what she said, especially if Davey was annoying her.

“But you know, that’s what you get for moving into moving into a studio apartment with your sister.”

“Yeah yeah, as you keep telling me..… I think i’ve kept her up for the past few nights, she might have been half asleep when she told me that, but you know better safe than sorry.”

The yawn snuck up on Jack right as he was about to take his next bite of orange chicken, he must be more tired than he thought, he could feel his jaw pop.

“How much more do you have left to do?” Davey gestured to the half finished painting with his chopsticks.

“This is the last one, thankfully. I just don’t know why its being so damn stubborn, the color isn’t coming out right and i’m getting mad trying to fix it, it’s like that damn lizard is mocking me, it’s supposed to be a majestic desert creature and instead it looks like a cabbage.”

“I don’t think it looks that bad.”

“Thanks for that Dave, but it looks terrible.” He was really being too nice about it, but Jack appreciated him trying.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, like usual. But, so... umm, what do you say we pack up the rest of this, and then we go back to your apartment and watch a movie or something? There’s no way I’m heading back yet, I don’t want to risk Sarah’s wraith.”

Jack sighed, he just wanted to be done, but he could tell there was no way he was going to get any more progress in today, and getting an unexpected evening with Davey was more than worth putting his responsibilities for until tomorrow. And really, maybe he would comeback later and it wouldn’t be a crappy excuse for a painting.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get the hell out of here, and go watch something with lots of explosions.”

“Sure Jack, whatever you want, go get your stuff and I’ll back this up.”

They got out of there quicker than Jack thought they would and started towards his apartment. He would probably be coming back to some dried out something, he was almost certain that he was forgetting something, but that was going to be a problem for another day. Right now, he had a date with a cute boy, junk food and a couch.

Slinging his arm over Davey’s shoulder, Jack pulled him close and listened to him talk all about the next final that he had, and just took a minute to count himself lucky that he had Davey in his life.