#and then a while later I go back to my old habits and my art becomes mediocre again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Flashback, warm nights.

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[merkerlerspeaks]

I love watching videos of people drawing. It always influences the art I do after watching them, and those pieces are ALWAYS better than my normal pieces. I'm suddenly able to draw hands and realize Clip Studio Paint has way more features than I've been utilizing.

[leaderwonim]

𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒

⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. art donaldson x fem!reader, patrick zweig x art donaldson

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. in which patrick zweig realizes he can’t have the one person he wants. ⋆ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. angst, unrequited love, patrick has a moment of self realization, art is DOWN bad

for some reason, patrick never thought about losing art.

it wasn’t a thought that ever crossed his mind. art was his friend—best friend even, and that was enough for patrick. he loved art, loved him like the sun loved the moon.

then y/n brookes came into the equation. she was gorgeous, there was no denying that in patrick’s heart. one hi! from her made art practically melt in his seat.

“so you’ve been playing since you were 7?” patrick asks y/n, biting his nail.

“stop doing that,” art whispers, shoving away patrick hand from his own self, “i thought you stopped that habit a while ago.”

“old habits die hard,” he smirks, though there’s really nothing to be proud of.

he didn’t know why the habit came back, it just did.

perhaps it had something to do with the girl with the high ponytail that art seemed to fawn over these past few days.

patrick zweig didn’t hate y/n brookes. he didn’t even dislike her. he just didn’t expect for his best friend to slip so easily from his grip.

“churro?” patrick says, his usual smirk plastered all over his face. he slips himself right into the seat next to art, who busied himself in rewatching his old tournaments to catch any mistakes.

“no thanks, y/n says sweets are bad for my stamina.”

patrick raises his eyebrows. “since when did you care about that diet shit?”

art didn’t really care. he just really liked y/n. and if she wanted him to get off sweets for the sake of his tennis career, so be it.

patrick doesn’t even act surprised when weeks later, art donaldson shows up to the court with y/n brookes, now introducing her as his girlfriend with a proud smile on his face, the same kind patrick sees art wear whenever he wins.

he used to love that smile, but now it made his stomach turn.

patrick was sure he wasn’t inlove with art. there was no way—absolutely no way. the idea was ridiculous. but he swore his heart broke a little when he realizes art is no longer his, and probably was never his either.

the problem with y/n was that she loved tennis more than she loved her boyfriend. if anyone had asked her to name the love of her life, she’d say tennis, and then for a brief second, she’d think, and maybe say art.

“you’re just going to sit around and let yourself be treated like that, art?” patrick scoffs. “was it all a disguise? her pretending to be a sweet loving girlfriend at first?”

“don’t say that about her,” art frowns. “i’ll let her stick to her racket and ball until she falls inlove with me again.”

it’s funny how the universe works really.

patrick zweig was inlove with art donaldson, who was inlove with y/n brookes, who in turn was inlove with tennis.

[writingoddess1125]

Secret perverted things the Old Men do to their S/O

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Sexual Themes, Masterbation, Perverted shit-

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Mihawk

Whisper dirty things + Secret hand

• You damn near jumping out of your skin when you feel a sly hand grab a hand full of your ass so discreetly it makes you bright red.

• Mihawk isn't one to ge openly romantic unless you have been with him a very long time and he's head over heels. However he does have his dirty habits-

• This man is a whisper dirty talker- he knows he's smooth with it and uses it to rile you up to the best of his abilies-

• You'll he talking to another person about something random and he will walk past and you hear him whisper-

• "I can't wait to see you cum later- Slut"

• Rendering you stuttering and trying not to make a fool of yourself.

• Loves to inappropriately touch you in inconvenient times since he's a turn on.

• It being tapping the small of your back, rubbing a hand down your side, Grabbing your waist or even giving a slight squeeze to the back of your neck.

• IT DRIVES HIM WILD! Especially your micro reactions.

Shanks

• Will defiently fuck you with his fingers in a public place and whisper dirty things to you about staying quiet.

• "Keep down love, unless you want them all yo hear you~"

Groping + Biting/Hickies

• You'd had to spend hours either covering the deep purple hickies or wear warmer clothes to hide it better.

• Shanks is a absolute secret pervert- He loves to do down dirty shit when no one is expecting it from him.

• For you, he loves to bite you all over!

• He relishes in knowing your walking around with his markings all over your body. From your neck, back, shoulder, stomach and especially on and between your thighs.

• "Like my personal peice of art~" He'd whisper before Sinking his teeth deeper into your skin and adoring your moans.

• He just gives a toothy grin however when he sees you walking around with a scarf or patchy makeup.

Buggy

• But his favorite is to grope you-

• "S-Shanks-" You'd whimper out as his hand was carefully placed between your legs massaging your sex with a skilled hand

• Is a bit more of a private person so will keep his habit behind closed doors or in sneaky ways-

• Like using blankets or close physical affection to sneak a grab at you and chuckle at your reaction.

• "Something wrong?~" While his thick fingers grush against your most sensitive areas.

Looking up clothes + Panty sniffer

• Now Buggy is the least sneaky out of the trio-

• Is the type to float his head around for the perfect moment. Seeing you bending over to get a nice look at your ass- especially in those tight circus costumes 😉

• It's a cross between poor skill and also not caring enough to be truly sneaky.

• His worse thing is being a underwear sniffer. He's got a big nos for a reason and it's to take in your salivating scent.

• Is it gross?- Absolutely

• Does he care? Hell no!

• You start to figure this out when going through his coat and pulling out a pair of your underwear.

• "What the hell!?" You scream and glare at your Captian who is Grinning at you.

• "What? It's my favorite scent" He cackled put like the crazy clown he is. Ge will go as far as he float his hand to you and literally take your underwear off WHILE YOURE STILL WEARING THEM!

• You bend over to pick something up?- He appears right behind you hips pressed to you ass as casually as possible.

• "Buggy?- Uhhh what's this?"

• "Just saying Hi~" While grinding his hips against your ass.

[arcadia345]

Astro observations🌺

FYI I’m not a real astrologer, just my observations :) TW🔞

The cancer moon men I know are pretty chill and laid back + funny, but the women are so bitchy and moody😭 with a big sweet tooth

Every twin I know either has Gemini or Pisces placements

You ever meet someone and their neck just stands out for some reason added points if they smell good, most likely they’re a Taurus rising/ mars. Good example is Megan thee stallion her neck is so cute to me hehe

Aries in the chart can show you the things you were introduced to at a very young age, the early memories that you think of and say ‘That was wild lol’

3rd: could’ve started learning way before you started school(like flash cards and things) siblings and cousins, music, having access to electronics early

4th: erratic home life, the woman around you could be go getters

6th: could’ve got a lot of injuries when younger, probably couldn’t have a peaceful day even if you tried, bad experiences with animals

7th: domestic abuse, might have seen people having affairs, lots of disagreements between couples

12th:paranormal events, you could’ve had a lot of deja vu moments without even knowing, tend to have strong spiritual gifts,people having ill intentions towards you

Aquarius moon or degree/ moon in the 11th tend to have a “second mom” a person that treats them like their one of their own children, sometimes even better than their own mother does. 🌚

The people with mars in the first house I know have so many battle scars on their body

Moon/cancer in 3rd love changing their voices, and they have a bad habit of not telling the whole truth / white lies

Water sign on the descendent- people are always wondering what you’re up to, no matter how much you show them they’ll still wanna know what you’re hiding

Your first house correlates to how you came into this world, I have Chiron (ruled by Virgo) in my 12 conjunct my ascendant, uhm she said she almost d*ed having me😀 and I was a C-section baby. And the hospital did her so dirty(you know much they hate black women) they didn’t even stitch her back up correctly or drain her fluids and to this day she still has problems. The also gave her extra dosages of drugs just cause she’s a plus size woman- honestly I could go on and on but it really correlates with my cap rising and Neptune/Uranus in 1st

Mercury ☌ Sun, these people voices are just💋💋 they sound so sensual and unique ugh hard to explain it but 🥴 ex. Jungkook , Tupac

Gemini/ Libra in 2nd love collecting things like figurines makeup clothes candles plushies, could easily be a borderline hoarder tho

Ives noticed that sun in 10th have a strained relationship with their father, but their later years in life their relationship gets better, or not could really go either way, also could have money issues in their early years but ends up climbing the corporate ladder. It may take you a while to tho but just know it’ll be worth it in the end :) also they always stand out at their work place in some way, the coworker that you’re glad to see clock in at rush hour cause you know they gonna handle shit

Venus- mercury positive aspects love giving out nicknames to their favorite people 🥺if they’re always calling you cute names just know they really care about you lol

Sag moons and degrees have no chill😀 like calm down bae sag anything tbh🚬

9th house ruler in the 11th could go to the same college with their old friends or could become very popular in the area they’re in, I think they’d make good bloggers

Air signs or degrees in 5th are trend setters.

Aquarius you inspire people, they could take things and make it into their own like art

With gemini here people will “copy & paste” ur looks. But no matter what it just looks like a knockoff version of what you did lmao it just never look as good as yours

Libra here people are very opinionated on how you express yourself either in a good way or bad, neither less you guys get a lot of compliments on your style

Every time I see a Capricorn rising with Neptune in the 1st it’s like their skin is see through and fragile😯makes sense tho since caps rule the skin and Neptune fogs things up. A good example is Ariana Grande her skin looks so delicate

Pluto/Scorpio in the 11th/11th house ruler in 8th, your friends could hate each other🤺 also they could have a rough life/childhood, trauma bonding or just experiencing traumatic events together is common here

Chiron in Aries (honestly any Aries placements it just depends on where it is), most people didn’t pay attention to them in their childhood in some way so they learned to be independent because of their lack of support cardinal things fr

That’s all for today! Give me a follow if you enjoyed💕

[artstennisracket]

Can you do something for Artrick on NYE? Maybe some feminization?

well yes! this was so much fun to write, I hope I did it justice.

tw: nsfw(18+), forced feminization, drunk sex

Art and Patrick ended up at a frat party on nye because old habits die hard. It was actually a party that Art suggested so that they didn’t spend New Year’s Eve in his dorm room like losers. Patrick was visiting for the next two weeks and Tashi was home for winter break so Patrick was crashing with Art.

Further in the night, many many shots later, Art can’t find Patrick. He could’ve sworn that Patrick was right next to him two seconds ago, encouraging him to do even more shots. He’s stumbling through the frat house and doesn’t see Patrick anywhere. Not in the living room, the kitchen, or the pool room. He decides to check upstairs. It takes a second but he gets up there and starts checking rooms.

He checks the bathroom and sees a girl with her head in the toilet yikes. He checks one bedroom, empty. The next bedroom had two couples going at it. Unexpected but not the worst thing he’s ever seen. The last bedroom he stumbles into before he can register the mix of moans coming from the room.

There he finds Patrick making out with a girl on the bed. They’re both topless but Patrick has his hand down her pants.

“oh I’m- that’s- m’sorry” Art slurs his words half because he’s drunk and half because he’s feeling embarrassed but also weirdly turned on?

“oh my gosh were you just gonna stand there? creep.” the girl says as she gets up grabbing her shirt. She storms out of the room shoving past Art.

Patrick sits up on the bed and sighs running his hand through his hair. “I didn’t think my wingman would be the one cockblocking me.”

“m’sorry i- i- didn’t meant to, i couldn’t find you, thought you left me.” Art hiccups walking over to sit down next to Patrick.

“awe it’s okay sweetheart, you know i’d never leave you. you can make it up to me though.” Patrick smirks as he pushes Art’s hair back out of face.

“how?” Art responds leaning into Patrick’s touch.

“your gonna be my girl for the night, okay?” Patrick leans in and starts kissing Art’s neck.

“wh-oh ah-“ Art moans letting his eyes slip closed.

Patrick moves his hand down to cup Art’s chest. “fuck babe, love your tits.”

“patrick I don’t-“ Art starts but once Patrick moves to start playing with Art’s nipples, Art groans.

“shhh, I just wanna play with you baby.” Patrick says as he pulls Art’s shirt off and then lowers Art down onto his back. He pulls down Art’s shorts only to find a wet spot on his briefs where his cock is straining against them. “you’re already so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

Patrick pulls Art’s briefs off and grabs some lube. He scoots down and spreads Art’s legs coming face to face with Art’s hole. With no warning Patrick flattens his tongue against Art’s hole, licking up. Art feels a shiver run through his entire body, both of his hand flying to grip Patrick’s curls. “oh fuck” Art moans.

“you have such a pretty pussy baby. can I finger you?” Patrick asks pressing his thumb very lightly against Art’s tightness.

Art nods quickly, biting his lip. His mind is feeling a little cloudy, he’s never been this hard before.

Patrick makes quick work lubing his fingers before he presses one finger inside Art.

Art is squirming around trying to fuck himself back on Patrick’s finger while simultaneously trying to get relief on his cock. His body jerks upwards against nothing looking for any kind of friction. Patrick worked his way up to three fingers before. He’s watching Art struggle with a smirk in his face.

“do you want me to touch you? play with your clit?” Patrick asks, working his fingers in and out of Art.

Art nods but that’s not good enough for Patrick.

“say it.” Patrick presses.

Art whines, “can you please touch me?”

“what do you want me to touch baby?”

“can you please play with my clit?”

“good girl.” Patrick smirks.

Almost immediately Patrick moves to start jerking Art off, occasionally swiping his thumb over the tip.

Art is really keening now, between Patrick’s fingers pumping in and out of him and Patrick jerking him off, Art never stood a chance. He cums all over Patrick’s fist.

“did I say you could cum yet?” Patrick questions, moving his hands off Art.

Art shakes his head no. “no m’sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was just alot”

“i know baby i know, but I’m still gonna fuck you okay?” Patrick wipes his hands off on the sheets. Then Patrick covers both Art’s hole and his own dick in lube.

Patrick lines up with Art’s entrance and presses in slowly. “oh fuck baby- your pussy is so tight, fuck”

“fuck patrick your fucking stretching me out right now, feel so good- uh-ah”

“yeah baby? you like when I stretch your tight little hole? bet no one’s fucked you like this before huh?”

Art shakes his head no. He’s put a few fingers up there but he’s never been fucked like this before.

“say it” Patrick insists.

Art obliges, he’s already too fucked out, “no- no- one’s fucked me like this before”

“yeah? where has no one fucked you before?”

“my- my pussy”

“good girl, that’s why your so fucking tight huh,” Patrick says as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. He knows he won’t last long.

“yes, fuck, fuck me please”

Patrick presses his hand on Art’s lower pelvis so he can feel his cock going in and out of Art.

“fuck baby can I cum inside of you? wanna empty my balls inside of you, get you fucking pregnant.” Patrick pleas as he feels his climax approach.

Art nods, eyes glossing over. He didn’t even realize he had gotten hard again so fast. Or how loud he was moaning. Or that he was also close to finishing.

“yes please cum inside me, cum inside my pussy please-“ Art chokes out between moans

Patrick moves his hand to start jerking Art off again to match the rhythm of his strokes. “i want to you squirt for me baby, squirt all over my cock fuck-“

Art almost blacks out at how hard he cums. He feels Patrick cum inside him, filling him up.

Patrick pulls out and watches as his seed leaks out of Art’s now abused hole.

Art is recovering his breathing as he looks down to see Patrick once again eye level with his hole. Patrick uses his fingers to push his cum back into Art’s hole.

“fuck, your so pretty baby.” Patrick smirks making his way back up the bed laying down next to Art.

Art smiles. He feels sticky, covered in his own cum and full of Patrick’s. But he still hasn’t fully recovered because what the actual fuck just happened? He’s definitely sobered up at this point.

Art looks over at Patrick but before he can ask what just happened, Patrick checks his phone to see the time.

“lemme clean you up and then we can head downstairs, if we hurry we can make it before the countdown starts.” Patrick says as he scoots off the bed going to check the bathroom.

He finds a rag and makes it damp using the sink before he returns to clean up Art and himself.

Once they’re both clean and dressed Patrick takes Art’s hand, dragging him downstairs.

10

9

8

They can hear the mass chants from the crowd as they make their way downstairs.

7

6

Patrick lead them to a spot within the crowd that gives them a good view of the TV broadcasting the New Year’s Eve countdown.

5

4

Art is still not fully there yet. His mind is still a little foggy and he can’t stop thinking about what they just did.

3

Patrick is his best friend and he always knew that him and Patrick were closer than regular best friends. Art has always had feelings for Patrick, but then Patrick chose Tashi. Art couldn’t really blame him because he also wanted Tashi.

2

Art wonders what this means for them now or maybe it didn’t mean anything to Patrick.

1

Patrick grabs Art’s face, making them face each other, before he leans in and kisses Art. Right there, in front of everyone. At midnight. On New Year’s.

And maybe Art was just overthinking too much. He really did enjoy his start to the New Year.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

To celebrate the first chapter of the "STORMBRINGER" manga.

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Old habits die hard. You have BSD Cast at home, in your everyday life. You could poke them any time you want (with permission, of course, and without bopping Ranpo, he won't leave your nose alone after that). Not only that, but you could go to a beach with them, or to the gym, or anywhere else and see some beautiful/handsome views.

But, still, you decided to look through the first chapter of STORMBRINGER manga. Just to admire Hoshikawa-sensei's art.

The chapter won't be out for a next few hours, so, you decided to kill some time by looking at available "STORMBRINGER" arts from Hoshikawa-sensei. Art after art, and here you are, finishing reading "Fifteen" manga.

Your gaze stopped on one of the panels of the last chapter of "Fifteen". With Paul.

Poor man was cut from anime, and, you have a feeling, that light novels weren't as famous as manga or anime. At least, if you aren't too deep in a fandom.

While you prefer Harukawa-sensei's Paul's design, Hoshikawa-sensei did justice to Paul. You didn't notice, when you start talking out loud.

"Paul, you are a handsome guy. With that legs of yours and powers. Your braided hair looks soft to touch. And what a nice back you have..."

"Oh... Oh, my..."

You almost fell from the armchair. Shaking, like you were in a center of an earthquake, you turned towards the voice.

Paul wasn't looking at you. He was hiding his gaze, but you could see, that his ears already were red. And the blush was on its way to cover Paul's cheeks.

"Oh my..." repeated Paul, still not looking at you. A sly grin slowly appeared on his face.

The fire of embarrassment consumed you. You slowly stand up, walking in small steps towards the room's exit. From now on you will have to stay in your room 24/7, until you find a way to flee the country, change your name and live in a wilderness.

Paul, with his face red, as a tomato, finally looked at you. With a huge grin, he stepped towards you.

"Oh my!" He made a throaty, purr-like sound.

You dashed through the door and ran towards your room.

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Few days later

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Kids (and Teruko) were happily chatting with you on a school parking lot. It was your turn to get them up to school.

"And we are going to ace the project, right gang?" Aya raised her fist, as other kids cheered in agreement. Suddenly, Teruko snap her fingers.

"Oh, I almost forgot! [Y/N], look at the truck!"

You shrugged, but listen to Teruko's instructions.

You immediately were buried under an ocean of multiple flowers. Through the flowers, you heard Teruko's voice.

"Paul said, that bouquets of flowers at the morning, during breakfast, during lunch, during dinner and before going to bed is not enough for you. So, he will give you few more during the day. Others also joined in."

You were just laying here.

"Anything I should worry about?"

Teruko nervously gulped.

"Fukuchi-san discovered a new chocolate shop, and, it seems, owners of that one won't ban anyone from our adults for buying everything. Not like previous six shops.

You fight the urge to groan.

That's how a real fight for attention looked like.

[that1nkyone]

Welcome.

Are you ready? Let's try again!

I can't say 2024 was an especially kind year.

I started it with big aspirations. With many a sign that I had ADHD, I was confident that getting a diagnosis would allow me to be medicated, and jump into big projects or even going back to college.

So, when the test came back negative, I was thrown very much off balance. And admittedly, did not give myself a lot of kindness about the matter. What was my excuse, I thought. (and completely disregarded my own depression and anxiety disorders and how much I still had a lot of sensory issues) I reverted pretty hard to the mindset that I'd simply not been trying hard enough. I lost a lot of confidence in my art, and hid away from friends. Starting a new job was an uptick, but it was difficult to fit into a new environment full of people who seemed to know what they were doing.

It felt like a year where I had accidentally scratched open old injuries, and I was startled when I realised they still existed. There were still some good and fun days with friends and family in the interim, don't get me wrong. But later parts of this year had me regaining some confidence, little by little. I got to spend many a time with my partner in person, and we've been lucky enough to spend Christmas and New Years' together.

So, I guess my aspirations for this year?

Maybe it wasn't that 2024 was unkind to me, personally. I just wasn't really kind to myself. I think I'd like to turn that bit of fear on its head.

I also want to get involved in more things. A lot of plans on projects I have end up with me self-isolating a lot, and I feel that's to my detriment. So, I'll maybe give that a shot.

Anyway! If you find yourself re-learning a lesson that you learned a while back, don't worry. I think that's sometimes the way of it, as you get to unfamiliar territory and old habits sneak back in.

Take care of yourselves. Do what you can.

I'm rooting for you. : )

[b1asho]

Nifty Navigation post!!

As you may have noticed, I have a little worldbuilding project. It's called Wreck Hounds, named because all these guys are metaphorically just dogs living in a junkyard of their own making.

Through some horrible cosmic coincidence, humanity only managed to meet extraterrestrial life by literally crashing headfirst into them, stranding them all in a pile of their own megastructure rubble with no hope of reaching their old star systems. The present setting is a couple hundred years after this Crash, with 7 species trying to coexist in the limited land that they've managed to make habitable:

Not in order, but here are the sophonts (dont worry they have clothes) and some other stuff:

-Humans (uhhh, I haven't posted any of them yet... they're there, I promise)

-Rossetians:

-Prectikar:

-Kixeli:

-Cerest: Drecu:

-Cerest: Sundyne:

-Muttreazik:

These are their official info posts, and have the tags on them to get you to any other art i made of them. I'll add other important tags later, such as for names of stuff and characters, but these are the only relevant ones right now :)

Other info:

Here's some maps (serviceable but a little outdated):

While I like adding a pinch of biology and realism, Wreck Hounds is by no means a hard scifi setting. There's powers and brain worms and a buncha other silly stuff that I want to have in there, so keep that in mind.

There are a few other important intelligences hanging around (particularly of the artificially created and evil space radiation consciousness variety) and some other important stuff in general I still have to introduce pbut I'll have to add them to this post when I get to actually making updated info on them!!

But IF you want to look at my deviantart which has ALL of the things I've drawn, including the now horribly outdated stuff going back to when I first started posting to social media, here it is ->

https://www.deviantart.com/blasho

(I'm very self conscious about it though XD)

[ohodie]

my camp half blood oc ^_^

YALL SHES ADORABLE

her name is odette van schmidt and she’s a child of dionysus 😇

her story is actually rlly funny tbh. makes me crack up a bit. so here it is

basically dionysus met her mum (a rich socialite) at a party she was throwing for the opening of an art gallery, and it was getting late so everyone was going home. odettes mum looked over at dionysus and was like ‘omfg these old geezers r soooo boring. wanna hit the club?’ and dionysus was like ‘have my baby’ SO SHE DID.

9 months later she gave birth to odette van schmidt: the lying, unstable (possible future addict), drama queen JOY of dionysus.

by the time odette turned 14, her mum was like ‘right. this girl needs to get her ass to boarding school’ bc she could not stop CAUSING A RUCKUS. she was a menace during important parties and events- not because she wasn’t good at parties; but because they weren’t fun. while her mum agreed with her, she had grown out of her party girl phase and had to settle down.

well, odette didn���t fight her mums decision to send her to boarding school. after all, that’s where the craziest shit happens, doesn’t it? especially in new york.

so imagine this: odette van schmidt, the pretty girl with weird eyes and designer clothes CHOWING DOWN ON SPECIAL BROWNIES WITH HER ROOMMATE WHO LOOKS LIKE HOMELESS MAN IN A PRETTY GIRLS BODY.

odette could NOT stop getting into trouble. always sneaking off with her friends, partying her weekends away. by the age of 15 she had developed a pretty bad habit of taking a shot of vodka every sunday morning to get through the preachy ass mandatory services.

odettes mum had enough when she found out her daughter wasn’t taking her meds everyday at 8:00, and was instead lighting up at 4:20.

odettes mum had to call her baby daddy and tell him to pick her up for the summer. odette heard this call, and jumped to the conclusion she was getting sent to REHAB. so she ran.

she ran fast and fast and fast and fast. all the way from manhattan to queens.

ofc odette always saw weird shit. but she just always chalked it up to sleep deprivation, adhd, maladaptive daydreaming, and later in her teens: drug induced hallucinations.

after walking around new york aimlessly for 3 hours to escape rehab, her mum gave her a call.

“hey odette… can you come back home? bc ur lowkey a demigod and I WONT SEND YOU TO REHAB BABY IM SORRY I WONT ITS FINE YOU WERE ONLY SMOKING WEED ITS OKAY BABY-”

BOOM. hellhound right in the middle of the dingiest 7/11 in all of queens.

odette booked it- already terrified by what her mum said, and even more so by this terrifying dog thing.

she ran down at alleyway, hoping to escape the gross mangy dog, but she wasn’t fast or sharp enough to lose it or outsmart it. the hellhound attacked her from behind, ripping through the back of her shirt and leaving a scar that ran across the length of her back.

like that shit was BIG. like, from her neck down to her hipbone.

odette was vengeful thoguh. she was more angry than she was in pain, so she took out her pocketknife and started stabbing and punching that thing away. LIKE. HOW WOULD THAT EVEN PROTECT HER FROM A HELLHOUND??? but then the mutt started chasing its tail and howling like crazy, making it easier to put it down like an old dog.

and poof.

into thin air.

“alright what the fuck”

so there she lay- sitting and panting and wheezing in an alleyway, bleeding out. so she decided to pray,

“god i’m sorry for drinking on sundays! i’m sorry for using bible pages to roll! i’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“girl, it’s fine.”

all of a sudden, there was this middle aged guy in front of her with the same eyes as her and the worst fashion sense she’d ever seen.

“i didn’t know jesus shopped at h&m…”

“jeez, you sound like ur mother.”

after 10 awkward seconds of silence, odette passed the fuck out. bc her back is a war zone. obviously.

when she woke up the next day, she was at the most rank hospital she’d ever been to. but all the doctors were cute. they were all blonde and spoke like poets and had such gentle hands. but they were wearing the most atrocious orange shirts.

good thing I’VE got STY-

odette looked down at herself. “are you fucking kidding me.”

orange was not her colour. it was purple.

after she got all healed up, two blonde 13 year olds who looked just like her arrived at the infirmary. “hiiiiii welcome to rehabbbbbbb”

“oh my god i’m actually going to kill myself”

castor and pollux eventually cleared up mostly everything about camp (after fucking around with their new older sister a bit more, of course), and proceeded to take her to get some food in her tall ass stomach.

she ate. and then she ate a bit more. and then she complained. and then she asked if her mum has her ‘crazy meds’. and then she asked for new clothes. and then she called her mummy and asked her for new clothes or perfume or anything. and then she walked over to the big house to complain about something again.

and as soon as she walked through the doors, screaming about how she can’t party with a torn up back- she was claimed.

“oh my gods odette. we have your stuff. its fine. it’s cool. you’re my daughter btw. and no drinking at camp.”

“… why would my mum fuck a guy who shops at h&m?”

“I DO NOT SHOP AT H&M, I AM A GOD-“

odette blanked. she wasnt really good at faces. much better with names. that’s what u get for being a history buff who can’t make eye contact i guess.

“… which one, sorry?”

“… dionysus?”

“oh. that checks out.”

[bigsnakesatethesun]

Analysis of Project Eden's Garden imitation pieces part 1

contain spoiler for Eden's Garden

In this series of posts, I will be analyzing the imitation pieces. I have to preface this by saying that I am not the best, for I am neither an art critic nor a painter. I will miss details, and I hope people will be kind enough to point those out. I will in second post analyze Damon Maitsu's imitation piece.

I'll start by describing the actual art piece. It appears to be two kids, one younger than the other. The younger one has black hair, while the elder one has green, or maybe yellow, hair. The colors are difficult to discern because of the discoloration effect on the whole piece, that seem to be mimicking the aging on old pictures. I will start by choosing name for those characters, so that it'd be easier to refer to them afterward. I shall refer to the younger one as Y!Damon and to the older one as O!Damon.

My reasoning for those names is that I believe the Y!Damon is Damon before his talent, and that O!Damon is him after.

The reasons for that are :

the hair color. It is often theorized that Damon dye his hair, as can be seen in other art by Nifast Greentail.

the presence of Damon's tie on O!Damon. His snake tie is the only part of his animal motif on him, and is wholly absent from Y!Damon

the physical difference : Y!Damon is clearly physically younger in this artwork.

As for why I don't think those are two different characters, for example Damon's younger brother, even if have never heard of such a character, is because of my analysis of the first four pages of the art book. I think each imitation piece will only have the characters. Another is that other pieces, like Wenona's and Eva's, show their characters multiple time in the artwork to express something about them.

Now, to get into the actual analysis, we have to decrypt the other page that concern Damon, which is his textual answer to the question "What are you?". His answer is "A hope." The answer is in front of a silhouette of a snake descending. The direction of the snake is important, since in the game, Damon's tie show his snake ascending. As such, we can see a distinction between what the Damon is, and the image he tries to give the world. He tries to give of the impression of being the pinnacle of talent, ever growing, while he is in a downward trajectories. As for what "A hope." can mean, it can be interpreted in two different manners. Either it is hope in the usual Danganronpa meaning, of the good guys, the perseverance in front of adversity and opposition to despair, or it can be in the more literal meaning, as hope that a situation gets better.

I think the meaning in this piece is the wish for betterment of a situation, and more precisely the hope for things to go back the way they used to be. This interpretation has multiple indication in its favor in the piece :

the aging effect on the artwork seem to indicate the importance of time.

Y!Damon is currently petting a cat, something which I will analyze more deeply later in this post

Y!Damon is also in clothing that seem more comfortable clothes, having sandals, shorts and a white shirt, clothes that are far more suited to actually move, to do sports, to act.

I will now analyze the cat.

it has 2 color, being white and brown. The brown is on top, and the white is on the bottom, covering a majority of its body. This mostly indicate that whatever the cat symbolize, it is something with a seemingly hard exterior but has a softer interior. But far more speculation can be made from the breed of this cat. I have to say that I am not a veterinarian, and so this is simply my guess, but I believe this is an American shorthair. It is a type of cat of medium size, with specific habits. It is a type of cat that need very little grooming from their owners, and a little exercise. They are suitable for elder people living alone, for they can be happy with one human around or multiple, and need very little attention. The decision to make one of those be the cat in the imitation piece indicates that even if Y!Damon can get along with others, it had to be low maintenance people.

Now, for the last thing I wish to analyze, that is the empty chair. An empty chair symbolize absence. The fact that the chair is higher in the composition than the two Damon indicates that it is most likely an authority on him. We know that Damon has both parents alive, and so we can wonder who that could be. I think it is here to show a potential future Damon, who'd look at O!Damon the same way O!Damon looks at Y!Damon.

In conclusion, I think we can extrapolate from this piece that Damon is hopeful to go back to the him that was able to create link with people, even if he wasn't the greatest at it. The future him is also an important part of his characterization, showing that growth will be a theme with him. My next post will be about Eva's piece.

[ghaazelle]

habits to grow your feminine energy

What i love about divine feminine energy is that it shows up differently at different points in life. You show up differently to yourself, as a mother, as a wife, as a girlfriend, as a grandmother, as a friend and so on. Feminine energy is flowing, and if you step out of it for a while you can find it and step back into it. So, i’ll start off with habits to have to grow your feminine energy as a wife and as a single woman.

Habits to have as a Single Woman to grow your feminine energy:

• speak softly. try to hang out around softly spoken people. softly speaking genuinely helps heal your nervous system.

• Continue investing into your appearance and health. You don’t do that for anyone, solely for yourself. It is through self care and being the best version of ourselves that we feel the most magical.

• The things that come out of your mouth during serious situations should be meaningful.

• Ditch the aggressive alarms

•play with children. i find that it is the most time i am in my calm feminine energy when i spend time with my little brother, he just brings it out in me. Observe yourself whilst you’re being with children and see if you act more differently.

•Give Yourself Looovee. take yourself out to eat , be disciplined, forgive yourself, invest in yourself.

•Take life less seriously, joke around and spend time with people that are funny. Seriously, they bring out the jokester in you that isn’t afraid of a joke or two. The more i spend time with my funny roommates the more i laugh and joke.

• this differs from person to person but i would personally say try to not let a man touch you until he’s your fiancée or better your husband ; this is no judgment to anyone who’s done this before, it’s just a personal choice. It’s a form of protecting yourself from people who dont deserve you. you can skip over it if u don’t resonate.

• Dance! move the stagnancy and masculine energy out of your body by belly dance as it moves your hips. Trauma lays in a woman’s hips, and remains there until she moves it. Exercise also helps shakes the stagnancy out of your body.

• Heal your wounds. This is a time to grow out of old patterns of suffering. Take your time to heal and give yourself the compassion you deserve through it. A healed woman is a powerful one.

Habits to have as a Wife to grow your feminine energy:

Considering you’re married to a loyal divine masculine that is providing for you and loves you to your core, know that he deserves to have a nurturing, caring and recharging side of you. Just because he’s a provider doesn’t mean he doesn’t have needs too.

• never neglect yourself. before you’re able to give any man or child, ensure you’ve given yourself what you need first. So , book that art class, that spa, that outing with the girls, whatever it is which charges you. As women, when we feel down, we aren’t able to give what a good man deserves. it’s not selfishness as much as it is human nature and the earlier you accept that reality the earlier your life transforms.

• Cook his favorite meals. I know that this changes from couple to couple, some couple love cooking together or ordering out, some men love to primarily cook too. if you’re the type of woman that loves to show her love by cooking, then invest in that hobby of yours. Learn new recipes and play your favorite songs while having a fresh blowout and fresh mani-pedi and dance around while you cook. Trust me girls, men feel too. if he comes home and you aren’t there but you initially cooked and danced and laughed at home, he’ll feel that energy and he’ll be so happy. If you cooked while being miserable and hating your life, he’ll be very appreciative but it’ll miss that za in your healthy home.

• Don’t stop seeing your friends. I get it, you get into a healthy relationship, you get dependent on him for company, but sooner or later you’ll forget he’s your husband. So, make time for your girlfriends, gossip to them, go out to eat. This is so most important because it goes so far in any romantic relationship.

• Again, invest in your appearance. Girls, when i tell you men love the natural look, i mean it. The thing is, you aren’t just doing this for the man. You are doing this for yourself, so that you feel the most confident. The thing he experiences out of this is your radiant, bubbly and confident energy that makes him feel inspired.

• Flirt!!!! you have a husband, be as sassy and flirty as you want girl he’s all yours. ادلعي , don’t be shy to

• You’ll get into arguments, try to maintain a soft voice regardless. a good man won’t want to make you angry that you’re fighting with your heart, but he also needs to feel regulated so when you find yourself raising your voice, just take a deep breath and relax, remind yourself it’s just a moment and it’ll pass.

• So long as he keeps you emotionally and physically safe, provides for you in all the ways he cans, it is you who can provide the fun energy in any place he’s in. He can book the bae-cation for you but it’s you who makes it the best trip ever for the both of you. That is through your flirty energy, your fun energy, your appreciation to him, your kindness to yourself and him, your magic.

• men don’t have the same venting resources we have as girls, so when he comes back home with a load on his shoulder and he isn’t able to verbalize it, take him into your embracing chest and allow him to de-compress. People who know the power of this will always have the healthiest and strongest relationships.

[greencharisard]

I don't think I've ever shared this guy here, he's an old character that I had semi-abandoned after the group he was made for on dA disbanded (Glowchus). It was something I longed to be part of since I first found out abou it in 2013 or so, and I finally won a spot from a contest... it lasted a few months before being nuked from the internet and tbh I still don't fully understand what happened.

You may wonder what exactly spurred me to work on him again. Well I found out Glowchus have been revitalized and like... have a website and stuff??

I could use his first design and register him on the new site, but tbh I've learned my lesson about trying to develop a character while relying on other people's OCs to create interactions.

So he's not a glowchu anymore, where does he go? Why into the PMD universe of course! He's a regular old pichu obsessed with a book series that sees two factions of special 'chus at odds with each other.

He loves to infodump about the lore to anyone that will listen, including his best friend Nathan (Nathy for short) the shiny lotad! They love to play pretend and want to become a rescue team when they grow up.

He evolves into a pikachu by his mid teens and that's when he started becoming a bit delulu.

Because he has a bit of an unique tail marking he convinces himself that he's a descendant of the characters from his favorite book series (he isn't). He starts adding a marking to his tail with fur dye, wearing leather gloves and earbands to also mimic it, gets a tatoo; the works.

He and His friend Nate become a rescue team and he names it "Team Elementals". Since they're both pokemon that evolve with elemental stones they make a promise: they'll waith for each other and evolve together.

Things are going great for a while, despite Tobio's habit of taking on dangerous outlaws; that is until they finally got their hands on a water stone and a thunder stone. Tobio had gotten so deep into his delusion that the possibility of the evolution not reaffirming it terrified him, and when they eventually got to evolving his fears came true.

He was just a normal raichu, no special traits, no fancy markings, no elemental powers...

For a while he's deep in denial, he keeps dying his fur and drowns himself in dangerous jobs, until reality comes and kicks him in the face: on a mission to capture an outlaw he and Nate punch too far above their weightclass. They go after an extremely dangerous Salamance criminal and while Nate comes out of it with just scratches and bruises, Tobio in his stubborness to prove himself a hero gets his leg bitten off.

It's an harsh wake up call, the recovery takes months, but Tobio's spirit is what takes the hardest hit. He becomes jaded, bitter, starts taking on jobs based on the reward only, stops caring about the dye job on his fur ecc.

Aaaand that's how far I got here! I have a multitude of ideas on how to continue his story but that will come later once I have more characters ironed out. Love my idiot son and I'm glad I decided to bring him back to the pokemon world <3

PMD by Nintendo

art and characters by me, do not copy, trace, repost, reuse ecc without my permission please.

[skrunklowumbo64]

DISCLAIMER: Don't engage with a toxic user that's being called out, just block, report, ignore, & move one.

Remember when I made a public apology for making a callout tweet about a certain Tumblr group of IDW Sonic critics (a certain fox was one of them) on Twitter like roughly 2 years ago?

Yeah, I was in good terms afterwards, but a year later, when I randomly saw the edgy sadist fox man wishing death on a comic book writer showing up in my personal Twitter timeline, I took my apology back from him (plus some of his associates overtime) & gave my two cents about it.

The reason why he wished death on a comic book writer was because the satanically evil boogiestans were harassing & doxing his friend who had cancer. You know the old saying, 2 wrongs don't make it right. This isn't the only toxicity thing he has done & I got several evidence to show below.

CW/TW: Excessive Slurs, Bigotry, SH, & SA

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Plus archived links to his Twitter & Tumblr accounts.

There are way more than what are shown in the images & I can't expect to find them all. Several or so of them are from a few years or nearly a decade ago, but it does prove that he's always been an heartless irredeemable sadist, even before IDW Sonic existed & before you pull that "years ago" defense card, his behavior hasn't changed for the better, like these for example (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13).

What do I think about him?

He's overly smugged, to a point of being arrogant.

He gets overly insecure whenever, for example, any Sonic game gets any criticism &/or negative opinions from people who're either fans of Sonic or not.

Most of his "critiques" are in bad faith.

He has extreme accusatory behavior (I.E. He accuses people of hating Sonic & not playing the games for daring to like anything non-game Sonic related, getting things about Sonic wrong, & making AU fan fics that differs from the games).

He has a habit of blocking anyone over the most pettiest things (I.E. Anyone using the term, Mobius, being told to calm down, people liking transgender Bridget, people liking SnapCube & Team 4 Star (he also wants them banned over it), etc.).

He constantly relies on ad-hominem attacks & vulgar insults whenever he talks to anyone he doesn't agree with, either directly or behind their backs by screenshotting their posts then posting them in his clique chamber to complain about it or both.

He's got this obnoxious Anti-WokeTuber vibes going on despite claiming to be against bigotry.

He gets easily butthurt over people enjoying any non-gaming media or anything in general of not just Sonic, but also Kirby, Castlevania, Dragon Ball, TMNT, & more as well.

He's a massive hypocrite, like for example, he hates anyone making & enjoying non-canon Sonic material while he's faving/making rule 34 fan art & fan fics involving sonic characters voring each other or any other fetishy things (which are also non-canon material).

etc.

If you're wondering if I'm aware about his certain questionable fan fics & favs, I knew already cuz I was the one that caused a chain-reaction on Twitter in the first place by randomly DMing some one rando about it & I honestly wish they shouldn't bring it up whenever they argue with said fox. If you want me to talk about what I think of this Dwai guy nowadays, maybe, but not right now.

How do you think I found out? I just googled the username, checkout their account on some furry site, & went to their profile from some controversial bunny site that's publicly shown on their profile bio out of morbid curiosity. Before you ask, I don't have an account on that controversial bunny site & never will.

My reaction to said content on there was disgust & uncomfortable. I hardly engage with those UCP addict types cuz they're not the most pleasant people to talk to & they're always predictable.

Did you know that he was banned on Twitter seven times, plus all tweets made before 2023 aren't searchable & apparently his first 6 bans had something to do with involvement with you know what? If you're morbidly curious about it, examples here. Remember, don't waste your time trying to argue about it.

The more I see toxicity from him, the more I having trust issues increased & regret making an apology to him, to a point where I think he's too FUBAR to deal with.

If he sees this, he's gonna be like, "TWEEGARD ZNOHVWEHK!", "MUH VWEE ZPEECH/VWEE KONTWEE!", "DOT TEEL MEE WAT 2 DOO!", "PEEOHWEETON!", "KOHTIZT!" "VWEEN/EYEDEEDUBBAHEW STAEN!", "CHUHZT SEH YOO HEHT SAWNIK GEHMZ & GOH!", "YOO HEHT MEE CUZ I KWEETESEYEZD VWEEN!", "CHUHZT PLEH DA GEHMZ!", "SWAENDOHAHR!", "STAHKR & HOHWAZZAHR!" the no you card, strawmanning, "At least I don't (Insert whatever bad thing the stans did)!", ad-hominem attacks, the "Stans are being mean to me!" sob stories, the whataboutisms, screenshotting then whine &/or being smugged about me in his clique-ish echo chamber, & more, guaranteed.

If you're saying I made this because of that one argument or whatever, I always had issues with him before it, not because of different opinions, but because he's the most insufferable individual to talk to due to his arrogant, nihilistic, cuss-happy, & creepy nature regardless if it's about Sonic or not.

For those who're about to ask me to make more callout posts about the people associated with him, I'm not interested & please don't beg me into making them.

If you also have issues with him, share your thoughts here, it also doesn't just have to be about IDW Sonic or Sonic general.

[davenswitcher]

I got tagged by the wonderful @cinnamontails-ff for WIP Wednesday!

I'll be showing two wips that I have.

WIP Wednesday:

To be or not to be

TW: parents are shitty, heartbreak, maybe unhealthy coping mechanism, parents dictate their sons future

Chapter 1: The Stage Is Yours

Astarion loved the theatre. The creativity, the beauty of witnessing a live performance and forgetting any problems he currently has for a few hours. So, it came to no surprise when he joined a theatre club back in high school to the disappointment of his parents. His parents loathed the idea of him eventually becoming an actor. Acting does not pay bills and leisure, they said, and hoped it’s just a phase.

So, when he graduated and told them his plans and what he wants to study, his parents couldn’t believe their ears. He and his parents never fought badly, mind you. But this must be the most heated argument he ever had with his parents in his 22 years of living.

“You can’t be serious Astarion! Acting is a poor man’s profession! Do you want to ruin our reputation? Our family consists of a long line of magistrates and doctors. So, naturally, you will study law. End of discussion!” His father scowled. His anger could rival that of a barbarian.

“Father, please.” Astarion pleaded, “I can not see myself locked in an office overseeing cases and making judgments for the rest of my life. I’m a free-spirited, individualist. I’m not made for a profession like that.”

“Listen to your father, Astarion. He knows what’s best for you. Besides, your job is not supposed to be fun. It’s for the purpose of financing your life and societal status. Our family’s status was built on hard-working academics.”

“I’m going to my room.”

“Son, manners.”

With a sigh, Astarion replies: “May I retire to my room, please.”

His father replies stoically: You may. And son? Your grades have been lacking the past months. It’s not up to par with what we’ve come to expect from you. We might discuss this later, though.”

As he enters his room, he slams the door shut and locks it lest his parents come in uninvited. Why can’t his parents understand? Why can’t they accept his choice?

He sits down at his desk and takes out his diary. It has become a habit for him to write his feelings and thoughts down. Ever since his puberty, the constant turmoil of feelings and the ever-growing expectations of his parents, he found it easier to write his thoughts down than to talk about them with his parents. Which is a huge shift because he used to be very close to them. Especially his mother, who understood him and even talked him through his first heartbreak. It was painful to see her little angel go through the pains of a heartbreak. He loved them so much. He and Quinn planned to move to Baldur’s Gate together and study. Astarion would study the arts of theatre, while Quinn would become a doctor. They had a bleeding heart and wanted to help and heal beyond Baldur’s Gate. Until Astarion caught Quinn having a quickie behind the school's gym with his classmate Sheila. He wordlessly went away, lest he say anything hurtful to them. Quinn tried to talk to Astarion, but how are you going to justify cheating on your partner? Especially with someone your partner hates to the bone? The next day, after the cheating incident, Astarion and Quinn talked it out in their lunch break and Quinn broke up with Astarion. They were his first love. Together for three years, from fifteen to eighteen years old.

The following two weeks were very hard for him. He missed classes and stayed home the whole time. Crying and blaming himself how he couldn’t have foreseen the signs. They were there, weren’t they? Cheaters drop signs all the time they cheat, don’t they? One night, in a fit of sadness and self loathing, he sneaked into his bathroom and cut his hair. From hip length locks to neck length curls. He loved his long hair. It was always decorated in the finest elven jewellery, but not any more. He’ll keep the short hairstyle for years to come.

The Rockstar and The Groupie

Chapter 1

“Estellé”

It was Friday afternoon. Just three more hours and Estellé would be free for the week, and she could finally go to the concert she had booked the tickets for. Fourth row and VIP. She was going to meet him! The most famous rockstar of their generation and everybody's favourite bad boy. Estellé saved up half a year for the tickets. VIP tickets were even more expensive than regular. Well, makes sense you're going to meet THE star, after all. Astarion Ancunín. Rockstar, bad boy, sexiest man alive 3 times in a row.

Estellé worked over time a few times to even afford to save up. As a college student in linguistics and philosophy, you don't get paid like the trained hotel workers do. She lived in a small flat that costs what feels like more than it's worth, the university fees have gone up (not by much, but it still hurts) and has to buy expensive textbooks every new semester. The least she could do was reward herself with a good time. Especially if it's her favourite singer and songwriter.

“ESTELLÉ!” Estellé was startled out of her stupor by her least favourite colleague. “Where did you put the guest list for the coming season? I told you it needs to be visible for us. Always. Lest we let in someone who didn’t rent a room here.” The “Swords Of The Sword Coast”, where Estellé was working at, prided themselves for being exclusive and luxurious. The hotel had a list of guests and if you didn’t rent in time you had to wait a season. Maybe two if a certain rockstar rented multiple floors to have privacy. Astarion was a frequent guest in the hotel thanks to his manager. Apparently his manager knew the founder of the hotel. It used to be a motel for pirates around three to four centuries ago, he told him.

According to a colleague he arrived four days ago, but she hasn’t seen him come out of his room yet, and he orders his breakfast and dinner to his room. His manager said to her, “it’s one of his moods again.” She shrugged it off as rockstar eccentrics, although being so reclusive doesn’t match his stage persona, she thought. Astarions manager creeped her out a lot. He’s rather tall and has a piercing stare. Does he ever blink? His hair is slicked back and he talks as if he’s the star not Astarion. Most of the stars requests she receives are through his manager. Cazador Szarr is his name. He has been working for the Crimson Label for a few decades now. He took Astarion Ancunín under his wing when he used to play indie rock and grunge in small taverns. His look was not as glamorous and his hair was shorter and unkempt. A far cry from today. His usual stage wear nowadays is black, leather, fishnet and a bandana. His makeup is either smudged around the eyes or perfectly done with eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow that is black with a hint of silver. Thus, his blue, gold flecked eyes seem to pierce you even more.

“Miss….?” Estellé was rearranging a few things behind desk to leave the desk for the next colleague who'd take the next shift when she was startled by a soft voice. “Miss, I have a request to make.”

“Oh, Mr. I didn't see-” When she turned around she saw who was standing in front of her. Dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair tugged in a bun and yet still manages to look good.

“Mr. Ancunín I'm so sorry. What can I do for you?”

“Don't call me Mr. please. Mr. Ancunín is my father.” He leans forward and reads her name tag. “Estellé… what a beautiful name. Estellé, would you be so kind to send dinner a little later to my room? The show starts in a few hours and I'll be at the hotel at 1am or 2am at the latest. Would this be possible, darling?”

He called her darling and Estellé might think she's melting and heating up at the same time.

“I'm sure this can be arranged! I'll tell the staff that takes the next shift to send your dinner to your room when you've come back.” She answered in a higher pitch than intended.

“Thank you very much.” he does a little appreciative bow and leaves.

[doctorstrangereview]

0084: Marvel Feature #1 (Main Story)

Cover Date: December 1971 On-Sale Date: July 20, 1971

Here we have it. The origin of the most fabulous fighting team of all! This is the first appearance of The Defenders so them becoming fabulous so quickly must be like the dubious "instant classic" tag. Roy Thomas, who wrote all the individual installments leading up to this point gives us a returning villain for them to face. He spends more than half the story gathering the team with a scenario that's actually difficult for them to counter. Ross Andru joins the feature for the three issues the Defenders appear in. The art isn't the clean lines we're used to from most previous artists. There's more definition, but it looks shakier overall.

We start by looking at the Sanctum Santorum from the street. Ross is better at it than previous artists but chooses to make the entrance street level with no stoop. It's an unusual feature for a New York City residential building.

The kitty-cat only figures in this panel only. Cats have a habit of not boding well for Doc stories. Moving inside, the Sanctum is very dark and Doc is enjoying a seat in front of his fireplace. Ross doesn't give Doc a cool Ditko chair with lots of gargoyles and other creatures hanging on. Instead it's this uncomfortable looking art-deco thing. On the plus side, Doc has gone back to his classic look and the mask, along with the skin tight body suit are gone. Doc hears his name called out, but Wong doesn't. The call is mystical!

Doc goes ghost to investigate. Ross honors the Ditko tradition of no cloak while in astral form. He traces the call to a particular hospital room. A team of medical personnel surround a beat up, bandaged guy.

That's our buddy Yandroth, last seen falling eternally through another cosmos. Eternity must have ended and Yandroth fell hard because he looks like crap.

Ouchies! Yandroth can see Doc's astral form so things have happened since their last meeting to increase his abilities. He explains that he fell through a bunch of other realms and picked up some magic too. He used both skills to build something called the Omegatron that will blow up the Earth when he dies. He gives one of my favorite lines in all of comic history!

Yandroth lapses back into a coma. Doc then compels a bunch of Doctors to try and save his life and keep the Omegatron from going boom before he can figure out what to do. (There's that consent thing again.) There efforts don't last long and Yandroth goes to his reward in the great beyond a few minutes later.

I doubt that the doctors would actually discuss this in an operating room where the patient just died. Or maybe things were different a half-century ago. The comment moves the plot along and Doc has a starting point to find the Omegatron. Doc doesn't immediately head to Maine. He's got to gather up his posse first. Namor is first.

Namor isn't thrilled about being asked this, but when Doc says, in flowery purple prose, that the Earth may blow up and that includes the oceans he relents. He suggests a couple of others to lend a hand. They being the Hulk and the Silver Surfer. Doc looks in of Surf-y who is attempting to escape the Earth. As in every prior attempt to escape, Surf-y go boom against Galactus's big barrier and knocks himself out. Oops!

Doc goes ghost again to recruit the Hulk. Doc finds the jolly green giant and has a bit of fun getting him on his side.

And where else would we get a sound effect like FLAMM! Doc lures Hulkie to Namor and they manage to subdue him long enough to explain the situation. Hulkie just wants friends so Doc agrees that they will be friends. Hulk goes along with his new friends. Now the trio needs to find where Yandroth has stashed his doomsday machine. Doc gives himself a spiffy, if outdated, outfit to confab with some locals.

The old couple are happy to help and tell Doc about a new lighthouse that went up which went up recently. Doc and company head out.

Yandroth has, of course, left defenses which the trio must overcome before they can get inside and try to talk the Skynet reject out of making everything go boom. Hulkie tries to go through the front door.

Namor tries going through the sea and from below.

Doc tries to force his way, astrally.

Doc makes it through and confronts Omegatron, who has Yandroth's face. Yup, our dead villain is a bit of a narcissist. Doc is surprised by the machine's ability to think and speak and explain the whole plot to Doc. Yandroth tricked Doc. He lured him, along with his very muscle-y allies there. When they attack the machine, it'll have enough energy to trigger the big boom.

Uh-oh! Doc's got a problem. Namor and Hulkie have barged into the control room and are moments away from being very violent with it. Doc attempts to reason with them, but they think he's an illusion trying to trick them into not attacking. The pair decides to attack the "Doc illusion" instead. Doc casts illusions on the pair so they attack each other. This is only a temporary fix as the battle will still charge the machine, just a bit more slowly. Doc thinks fast and casts a spell to slow down time around the Omegatron.

Doc says the Earth now has countless years to live. Don't believe it. The Omegatron will menace the us again. So will Yandroth for that matter, but that's a story for another day. The trio depart, not on the greatest of terms. Despite their misgivings, the Defenders will reunite.

Doc the hides the Omegatron portion of the lighthouse. What could go wrong?

Despite this being the first story in the issue, Doc is already back on the active roster. A backup story covers his return and has already been reviewed. I'll skip the 1950s Sub-Mariner reprint between the two.

The story itself is a bit pedestrian and functions more to gather the team and introduce friction between the members. A forgotten villain shows up and promptly dies. Doc chooses a pair of powerful, but unstable personalities. It'll make for a lot of drama over the coming years. The Defenders fluid concept and unofficial nature makes it a different beast than a formal team like The Avengers. In fact the two teams will clash in the near future. The story is functional and performs its task efficiently. Fortunately, the Defenders will evolve into a much more interesting animal and allow Doc to stick around.