#anyway this is what happened after the christmas comic from last year
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Merry Christmas!! I hope you all have a wonderful day <3
EDIT: I accidentally posted this too early but know this illustration is referring to a previous comic if you'd like to read it ! [Christmas 2023]
#almost tgcf#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#hob#hualian#xie lian#hua cheng#san lang#there's also three additional characters hidden there can you recognize them?#myart#merry christmas#merry xmas#I do admit I only wrote xmas because I lacked space#anyway I know I said I wouldn't do any illustrations for christmas but guess what haha I lied#no I didn't lie actually the spirit of christmas just came to me with an idea and I had to draw it#the spirit of christmas was listening to the fruitcake album on loop#anyway this is what happened after the christmas comic from last year#they got an after work party and then hualian just slumped on a sofa to cuddle or something like that idk#it's about the vibes okay not the feasability of it all#on that note please ignore the fact that I accidentally gave them the same heights#I hope you all have wonderful holidays and enjoy your time!!#I blurred the christmas tree for composition reasons but know I liked drawing it a lot <3#summarizing tgcf without having read any of it#san lang my babygirl my boytoy malewife my little pin up
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The Lost Boys
Favorite Holiday
DAVID - New Yearās Eve
Not the actual day, but what it represents
Though he does like the parties
Particularly enjoys setting goals for the next year
Some of them have to do with murder but oh well
He fully writes out a little list and tapes it to a cave wall
He lets the others all submit a goal for him and he chooses one to actually do
He normally throws Paulās out
āStop being Michaelās little bitch boyā
They are less so about improving himself and more about what insane shit can he get away with in the new year
One year his only goal was to eat every person who protested during pride month
He got a stomach ache but he eventually tracked them all down
Itās the only holiday were you will EVER see him dress up
He does those glasses in the shape of whatever year it is and sometimes wears a suit
But only if heās really into his next list
Wonāt admit it, but also thinks the kiss tradition is romantic
Just the fact that the first thing someone wants to do after the clock resets is kiss him?
Heās a sucker for it
He doesnāt do a quick little peck either
Itās pretty much the only time he will give whoever it is a sweet, gentle, and sensual kiss other than in situations where he genuinely thinks heās gonna lose them
Like when Marko got impaled in the stomach
His favorite memory of all time is when they all managed to do a group kiss as the countdown ended one year
It was kinda clunky and the least romantic kiss heās ever had but he still loved it
MICHAEL - Thanksgiving
Doesnāt really care about the actual day and what it originally was
Just really loves spending time with the people he cares about
The boys all spend pretty much every second together anyways but this is the only day he can get his bio family and his boyfriends all together in the same place without one side trying to/ threatening to kill the other
Itās not as tense as youād think either
They all love Michael enough to basically forget everything that has ever happened between them and pretend theyāre all just regular humans
He loves to watch Sam and Dwayne geek out about comic books together
Even if he doesnāt know what half of what theyāre saying means
It doesnāt hurt that Lucy is an AMAZING cook
He legitimately shoved Sam out of his seat one year when they were kids
He was NOT gonna let him get both legs of the turkey
Whenever itās his year to do the wishbone he does the same thing
For everyone to get along like this more often
PAUL - Christmas
Honestly he loves all holidays
Itās just an excuse to be even more affectionate to everyone
ppl tend to be more happy and friendly during Christmas and he loves that
Heās a huge extrovert and during most the year ppl in Santa Carla are less likely to engage with strangers
But this time of year? Everyone is getting in the holiday spirit
Heās always wanted the boys to form a band and the comprise they came up with is caroling
They let him pick the song
If anyone slams the door in their face or is otherwise outright rude he gets SO sad
The rest of the pack hunts those ppl down through the next year and gives them to paul as a gift
He loves it
He also is a huge fan of decorating the tree
It normally looks like an elf threw up tinsel and joke ornaments but heās very proud of it
Tries to convince everyone else to keep it up as long as possible
Plans a movie marathon on Christmas Eve
Actually BUYS candy canes, hot cocoa, & peppermint bark (stealing that would ruin the shop owners vibes and he refuses to do that near Christmas)
Sets up all the treats and picks 5 movies for them to cuddle up and watch near one of the caves barrels
The only movie he picks every single year is Die hard
Other than that one he has a rule that he canāt reuse a movie he picked in the last 5 years
MARKO - Halloween
Mainly enjoys the build up over the actual day
He takes a lot of pride in making his and all the boys costumes from scratch (except David -_-)
They turn out really high quality as well
Usually at least one of them gets stopped and complimented on it
Occasionally someone thinks they have the actual costume from the movie/show the characters from and they become invincible
Like marko refuses to let any of the boys eat that person for the rest of time
He takes it so seriously Iām not even joking
Thereās a no kill list with names and updated pictures
David ignored it once and never made that mistake again
Marko genuinely was really hurt and didnāt hang out with him one on one for 4 months
And withheld any affection from him for 2 months
He made sure the body was found (made it look like a hit and run) and brings little trinkets to the grave every once and a while
LOVES horror movies
Especially the really gory ones
Heās a sadist and takes the really interesting kills as inspiration
Itās like his own personal Pinterest
Pulls a ton of pranks during the month of October
Toilet papers ~50 houses every year
Steals huge bags of candy and hands them out at the board walk
He loves Halloween so much and wants everyone to be able to enjoy it
Thereās a family in town that loves it but canāt afford good quality costumes most years
He reached out to the parents and offered to make all the families outfits for free
Heās done it the past 3 years and loves it
When he drops of the costumes he leaves candy for the kids and a wad of money that definitely was acquired legally
Just trust him on that and donāt ask too many questions
Uses washable paint and decorates Davidās bike
Itās the only thing David will let anyone else do to his bike bc he knows marko will take it seriously and make it bad ass
He also gets a free bike cleaning for Marko after it starts to peel/chip off so win-win
DWAYNE - Valentineās Day
I personally see him as the most romantic of the group
But heās also the one who has the hardest time showing it
Valentineās Day is the day he feels the most comfortable showing love bc he knows all his boyfriends are in the mood for āall that mushy shitā (Markoās words)
He does NOT hold back
Valentineās Day is more like valentineās week bc he gives each of them a special day leading up to the 14th
Then on the actual day he plans a group date
He spends the entire year stealing borrowing gifts from victims that he thinks the boys will love
He has a mini garden near the bottom of the cliff
He grows the otherās favorite flowers
He leaves them in random parts of their nests year round, but makes a huge bouquet of all of them for Valentineās Day
His demeanor totally switches during this time
Normally he tries to be a chill, mysterious, laid back kinda guy
But during his favorite week?
Heās like an excitable puppy
Heās constantly giggling and being extra affectionate with the boys
Pulls out ALL the couples nicknames
Even in public heās doing more than he usually does
Dwayne takes any extra flowers he has and if he sees anyone who looks sad or lonely on valentines night he gives them a compliment and a flower
Eats ppl who are being dicks to their partner that night
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Hey yall! Havenāt posted in a bit so I finished this draft I started in October lol
Figured itās the best time of year for it.
Gonna be so fr yall, I donāt think Iām ever gonna post as much as I used to. I was pumping out like 6 posts a month for 4 months which may not seem like a ton but it feels like it is lmao
But now I have more responsibilities than I used to and itās killed my creativity a bit. That being said: Iām not giving up completely. Iām still keeping this blog and writing whenever I feel like it, just not at the speed or amount I used to do it. Iām setting a goal for at least once a month next year and Iām really gonna try to keep it.
Thanks to everyone who reads my hcs and fics, and a special thank you to anyone who sticks around:]
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ROBIN VS. ROBIN, GO!
All propaganda and what each competitor is from under the cut
Dick Grayson (DC Comincs)
So a bunch of Robins are orphans or orphan adjacent but Dick has the strongest case in his birth parents, whom he was raised by, being very very dead. The kind of orphanhood that sticks in the characterization marrow. Plus in some versions he was carted off to the orphanage and everything, starting his "what if I fist-fought my parents' killer myself" arc early until Bruce ultimately decided to pluck him off his warpath and adopt him.
Dick Grayson is truly the orphan of all time not only is he the ward of another famous orphan (batman) but he really was able to surpass his mentor after being orphaned and used that anger towards his parents death to immediately start fighting crime under the Robin Moniker. The other orphans in dc wish they could do it like him. Plus his name is Dick which is objectively funny.
Dressing like a stoplight and kicking people in the face under a bat furry's direction was the MORE reasonable coping strategy than his original plan. Of singlehandedly taking down the entire mafia even though he was a baby.
Think Batman had issues? Well, consider what happens is he raises his mini-me. This guy is waaaayy too tactically driven and ambitious for a thirteen-year-old. And awesome. And the adult version is ā- somebody append a photo.
Okay I submitted Bruce Wayne but like I canāt not submit my beloved boy as well! Anyway his parents have the nebulous honor of being so fucking dead, like literally never coming back to life ever. They died in that circus and the only time I can possibly think of them as ācoming backā in any way is in Darkest Night, where there were zombies everywhere. So even when they return to the story theyāre still fucking dead! Anyway Dick is like super orphaned, I love him but you look at him and you know his parents are dead.
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Trust me bro
Tim Drake (DC Comics)
An early reader-insert character, Tim had all the traits the average comics fan at the time wanted: money, martial arts skills, cool skateboard tricks, lots of girlfriends, secret knowledge about Batman and Robin. He volunteered to be Robin, because what comics fan wouldn't in his place? Continuing to be relatable, he's now bisexual, depressed, and living in a crappy apartment. Which is also a boat, because comics readers think it would be cool to live in a houseboat.
His biological mother, Janet Drake, was murdered in the carribean. In the same attack his biological father was hospitalized for injuries and in a coma. Janey Drake was buried on Christmas Eve. During the period that Jack Drake (his biological father) was in a coma he was temporarily under the care of Bruce Wayne. When Jack got out of the coma he was confined to a wheelchair while he went through physical therapy. He would meet his future second wife, Dana Winters through the physical therapy. The two would get married later, Tim having a good relationship with Dana. Her mediating between the father and son during some of the misunderstandings. Jack would find out that Tim was Robin, then realize Bruce Wayne was Batman, threaten Bruce with a gun, and order Tim to quit being Robin. Though later, Tim would get approval from his father to be Robin again and the two would start improving their father son relationship. During the event of identity crisis Tim's indenture would be at stake and Captian Boomerrang would break into the Drake's house and murder Jack just as Tim arrived. Tim having heard his last words over Comms. His stepmother Dana Winters would be hospitalized in Bludhaven for the mental trauma this inflicted on her, and would soon find herself a victim when Bludhaven was bombed/nuked. Tim would then be adopted by Bruce. Though in 2008 Bruce would be supposedly killed by an Omega Beam, leaving 17 year old Tim as a three times over orphan. Though Tim didn't believe Bruce to actually be dead, but lost in the timestream and would go on a Brucequest to get him back. On this trip he would lose his spleen, and nearly die multiple times.
Doomed by the narrative to become an orphan. Tim had a good thing going for a while, but after he started getting involved with the Bats, his life went downhill from there. He became Robin on the day of his mother's funeral. (I should note that the racism I mentioned in her cause of death is that the person who kills her is an awful racist caricature, NOT that she's canonically a POC.) From there, he spent a while balancing Batman (mentor) and his biological father (who was rendered comatose in the incident that killed his mother, but woke up not long after). Both the Robins that came before him were orphaned. As one Tumblr user put it: while Tim Drake managed to beat the odds and remain not an orphan, eventually, the writers succumbed to the calls of orphanhood. His father dies after he finds out Tim's identity, and it is because he knows the secret that he is ultimately targeted and dies. In the aftermath, Tim attempts to get revenge by assassinating the culprit, but ultimately is unable to betray his personal values and go through with it. He has one of the more realistic parent-child relationships among the Bats because it is down to earth in spite of the eventual doom. Really, it comes down to this: Robin isn't just Batman's sidekick, he's Batman's child. And that meant it was only a matter of. time before Tim Drake was orphaned
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WIBTA for taking everything I can from a former friend?
I 20 met this guy J 24M last year through a mutual friend, and since we happened to live in the same neighborhood we hung out more. For context, during this entire time I am/was also supporting an unrelated person financially, so I need every penny and have way less than J.
J has borderline personality disorder and does not go to therapy. I don't want to vilify anyone in the same situation, I'm just bringing it up because J's bps deeply impacts every aspect of his life.
He'd been going through some tough times, with his love life going to shit, cutting off his toxic family and having to find his own apartment etc, so I helped him often.
Since neither of us have much, we shared stuff regularly, e.g. he'd buy me food sometimes and I gave J my skateboard, among other things. I painted his walls & decorated, because I have the skill necessary and he doesn't. I went out to look at furniture with him. I asked my parents to give him furniture they were selling (he got it free). I frequently went to his place in the middle of the night, whether he had splitting migraines or thought someone had tried to break in. I helped him organize a Christmas party, even though he cancelled it because he got angry at someone or something. I cooked for him a few times (he doesn't cook). I let him use my washing machine after he moved into his new apartment without one, even though he owned a cat so all his clothes were covered in cat hair and I have a severe cat allergy, meaning I couldn't do my laundry normally & sometimes it came out with cat hair no matter how hard I tried (this lasted 8 months and would have gone on indefinitely if not for following events). Btw I did all of this without asking for anything in return.
Earlier this year, because of his ridiculously high expectations, he dumped his best friend at the time (the mutual friend), and assigned me his new best friend. After a few months, they became friends again anyway but I kept the "best friend" title.
In July, he hurt his dominant hand during an angry outburst. I was there when it happened but he seemed fine at the time. When he came to do his laundry the next day, Sunday, he told me that his hand was sprained and we talked about how he'd need to see the doctor the next day. He agreed to go. He promised to go to the doctor.
I know he's not good with going to doctors, especially on his own. So I texted him the next day and asked if he'd already gone. He responded "Nope, don't feel like", and upon asking why, he said that "it'll heal on its own anyway". Which to me read as 'I don't care.'
This pissed me off. I blocked him. I planned to unblock him once I'd calmed down, probably in a few days. I was really upset about this because it happens regularly. Him not going to the doctor when he should is a pattern, a bad pattern. He's gotten me sick that way.
The next day he texted my partner, asking if I was okay. They explained that i was upset at him for telling me he'd go to the doctor but then not going. He blew up at them that it was none of my business anyway whether or not he went to the doctor. Whined about his medical anxiety (which is valid but wasn't the point). Said that the sprain was healing so he didn't have to go. They argued for a while until my partner got tired and stopped responding.
Apparently I am now no longer his friend. He asked our mutual friend to tell me to pick up my stuff. I'm busy these days, so I haven't done it yet.
When I pick up my stuff, it's gonna be a whole list of things: a seat/cushion, a stovetop, 75ā¬ worth of comics, a measuring tape, the skateboard, a box. I'll also bring him laundry detergents that are laying around at my place still.
Now WIBTA if I ask him to also give me pain medication to replace all the meds I gave him and money for the furniture I got him for free at the time (I'll ask 40ā¬ even though they're worth more)?
What are these acronyms?
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Comic Fiesta 2023 Anime Convention Experience Log - With Photos!
Hey there! After posting my previous experience log on Anime Fest+ 2024, I realized I'd shared photos from Comic Fiesta 2023 on Twitter but never did on Tumblr. Since this happened way back in late December 2023, I've forgotten a good portion of my experience there (I have unfortunately the memory of a goldfish) - so it'll mostly be photos of the crowd and MXTX cosplayers, whom I have some loose commentary on based on what I remember from our very short and random interactions.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as an MDZS/TGCF fan as much as I do! I spent only a few hours there, but I did have a good time hunting down cosplays from the MXTX fandom during that time.
I'll begin with pictures of the crowd. If you don't already know, Comic Fiesta is an anime convention held in Kuala Lumpur Convention Center, Malaysia, and it's one of the oldest here too. As of 2023, it's opened its doors to roughly 70,000 attendees, which is rather big considering our country's quite small in size. I've heard from my friend that there are attendees from overseas too, namely Singapore and Indonesia, due to the famous people the organizers tend to invite, so it does make sense that it's grown this large over time.
While the convention itself is held indoors, there's a large park outside where cosplayers tend to hang around and take pictures. A number of people don't buy tickets and go into the convention hall either - and I get why; the last time I was in the hall, I was squashed like a sardine, and not the fancy kind, either. We're a sweaty bunch after a good whole morning of lining up.
Anyway, the park is very pretty, as well as mostly green and neatly trimmed:
It's at this park where you can get the best shots of cosplayers, and find some space to line up for photos of them.
It's got this giant Christmas tree up at around this time of year too, which is super wonderful:
With that aside, I'll get to the cosplays. Let's start off with my favorite best girl of all time, Jiang Yanli:
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/clairegsw/
I'll admit I was both surprised and stoked to see a Jiang Yanli cosplayer around! She seemed pretty surprised too to have someone ask her for a picture - she was taking one with two elaborate bride cosplays, but as I'm a fangirl with heaps of love for Yanli, I thought she shone like the brightest star at that event. You go, Claire!
Next up is our boy Xie Lian, who seems to get quite a number of cosplays done of him:
Credits: https://www.instagram.com/ayana_liyana/ and https://www.instagram.com/itsmeira_az/
These two came together and were looking for wild, lone San Lang cosplayers to catch in Pokemon battle-like sequences respectively. Sadly, as it goes in the BL cosplay world, there's always a shortage of gong/top/seme cosplayers in a con. Everyone wants to be the beauty, it seems, and quite understandably too.
That said, here's another beauteous Xie Lian cosplay:
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/jingzu518/
Cute, nice, and also decidedly not looking for wild semes to capture.
Anyway, no Xie Lian is complete without a Hua Cheng by his side in any event, so here's the obligatory couple cosplay I saw by the escalators when I got up to the entrance:
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/njq_03/
This particular Hua Cheng cosplayer's one of the first dudes I've seen doing TGCF cosplay, which is pretty interesting considering the reception of BL by male anime fans in my country hasn't been... the best - or the kindest, from personal experience. But I'm happy to see it and would like to take this as a positive sign of changing times where our BL fandom gets more mixed in demographics.
Speaking of HuaHuas, here's a particularly fun and cheerful one:
Credit: https://twitter.com/meechandes
When I told this HuaHua that there were Xie Lians looking to form a couple, I was told that they already have a Xie Lian of their own! Again, HuaHuas are in great shortage! You'll definitely get a lot of attention dressed as him as he's both very flashy and coveted in the danmei cosplay scene as a character.
Moving along, here's a pic of my favorite best boy Jin Ling, the snazziest and most golden young master in the universe:
Credit: https://twitter.com/koni_kn
This particular cosplayer was kind enough to humor me at a crowded, fast-paced subway. We managed to find a quieter spot to take a picture. Look at how pretty it looks, bless! š I'm so glad Jin Ling got some representation as a side character. He's absolutely the best!
On cue are his uncles, the twin heroes of Yunmeng, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian (whom Jin Ling will probably deny is his uncle, but hey, Mo Xuanyu's body will uncle him however he wants):
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/feza_yu/
The duo came with their own professional photographer, who also doubled as their translator (thank you, photographer man!). This Jiang Cheng's also the softest, gentlest and shyest Jiang Cheng I've ever met in my life. Legs are safe when he's around since he won't be breaking them anytime soon!
Next on the itinerary are our not-so-elusive, staple-of-any-con Wei Wuxians:
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/ken520.cos/
I dub this guy the Balenciaga Wei Wuxian, because, you know, I took his photo right in front of Balenciaga and he looked like the richest Wei Wuxian cosplayer there. No joke - his outfit even had pleather, and he'd spent about 270 bucks on it. I saw it up-close since he was pretty friendly. His arm bracers even had details sewn onto them instead of just being prints! Talk about luxury! I coughed up jealousy like blood from my mouth.
The outfit is from CQL, but he knows MDZS too. I'm familiar with the donghua but too lazy to finish it, so he's definitely put me to shame here as a fan as well, blast him!
Last but not least, we have kitty ears Wei Wuxian (a.k.a. Lan Wangji's Incense Burner Dream #965):
Credit: https://www.instagram.com/mikaecsr/
Now, I won't lie - I first thought they were wolf ears. But as Wei Wuxian does not like dogs of any kind, nature or breed, I'm going to assume that these are feline ears.
Whatever ears they are, though, Lan Wangji will be sure to get hot and toasty seeing them. Wei Ying, you devil you.
Anyway, this marks the end of my write-up! I hope you enjoyed the descriptions. As I don't have Instagram, feel free to hit up any of these cosplayers I've credited and link them here so that they can download pics of themselves and read what some random Internet weirdo had to say about their outfits.
Over and out!
#anime convention#experience log#wangxian#hualian#jin ling#jiang cheng#wei wuxian#lan wangji#xie lian#hua cheng#jiang yanli#mo dao zu shi#the untamed#mdzs#tgcf#cql#tian guan ci fu#heaven's official blessing#cosplay#comic fiesta#comic fiesta 2023
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Lovestarved (Rewrite)
Flug couldnāt believe it. Defying all of his expectations, Black Hat actually prevented him from hurting his friends. Not only that, but kept his secret from being exposed. He had been so certain that the eldritch wanted [...], but now, with every manipulative and cruel assumption Flug had made being tossed out the window, he had no idea what to think anymore. When he next spoke, his voice was but a meek stutter. āTh-Thank you, sir...ā āāThank youā?ā Black Hat repeated, a ghostly twitch of annoyance betraying his smile for just a moment. āWhat have I told you, Flug? Yourā¦ gratitudeā¦ā That last word was uttered with notable disgust, āā¦ is gravely misplaced. I onlyāā He was stunned into silence when Flug unexpectedly clutched his hand. āYou stopped me from hurting them.ā The scientist spoke more firmly in spite of how his own hands trembled. Flug dared not make eye contact, instead staring directly at the floor. āThank you.ā He had almost expected to get lashed out at or shouted at for grabbing Black Hat so suddenly, and when he realized his mistake, he immediately let goā¦ but Black Hat did neither of those things. He just stared, expression completely blank to the point of almost being comical, at where Flug had touched him. That doesnāt happen. People donāt touch him. He touches people. On his terms. After the initial confusion wore off, his cold and calculative eyes pierced right through Flug. āā¦ Well.ā He finally spoke, flat-toned, āYou can thank me by getting rid of those pests outside.ā
Okay look I know the White Hat ficās been a long time coming and Iām definitely still working on it, but oh my god the complete and utter abomination that was the original Lovestarved fic was driving me completely insane, I HAD to give it a revamp for my own peace of mind lmfao, my GOD, IT WAS SO BAD YOU GUYS IDC WHAT YOU SAY I'M SORRY SZTEFA BUT YOU'RE W R O N G LMAO
So anyway, have the not-perfect-but-still-very-much-improved fanfic of a Monster!Flug x BH slowburn in which these idiots keep idioting around each other 24/7 until things happen lol (Btw one of my mutuals recently got instabanned for merely mentioning a certain phrase, so since Iām not sure how tumblr is deciding to auto-flag posts and I donāt wanna go through the headache of having to get my account reactivated again, this post is only the first half of the fic (the safe portion lol) and then thereāll be a link to the AO3 version at the bottom of this post for when things start to get on the risquĆ© side.)
And of course, this fic series is based on this wonderful fic right here!
Previous works in chronological order:Ā Hired,Ā Donāt Try to Run,Ā Lovestarved,Ā Trial & Trust,Ā Deeper Than Skin,Ā A Small Solace,Ā In Sickness and in Health,Ā Benefit of the Doubt,Ā Just Another Word I Never Learned to Pronounce,Ā Merry (Late) Christmas, Compromise
Flug had never intended for this to happen.
Never in a million years had he planned on revealing this part of him to anybody , let alone Black Hat himself. Sadly, itās not easy to sweep the unfortunate incident of devouring a test subject right in front of him under the rug. Then again, given his bossās nature of being able to slip into any room unnoticed, perhaps Flug shouldāve prepared for such an inevitable possibility.Ā
Oh well. Too little, too late, as some might say. At least Black Hat hadnāt reacted as negatively as Flug thought he might. On the contrary, in fact, Black Hat seemed to find Flugās otherworldly nature quite amusing. Yet another reaction that his scientist perhaps shouldāve expected to some extent.Ā
What he never couldāve expected was the change in attitude, however.
Yes, ever since that day, Black Hat had been treating him differently. It was subtle enough that any bystander likely wouldnāt notice a difference in their relationship. But Flug definitely took notice, especially in how his superior spoke to him.
He was still his usual brash, hostile self, but every once in a while, sprinkled in between whatever myriad of scathing remarks and scoldings Flug would face on any given day (and even those had lessened significantly), Black Hat would sometimes praise him. The first time Flug heard the words āGood workā out of his bossās mouth, he thought heād been hallucinating, as that explanation seemed far more likely.
Furthermore, Black Hat continued to surprise Flug by not broadcasting his secret to the rest of the household. Heād been certain that his boss wouldāve gotten a kick out of airing his dirty laundry for everyone to see, if only for the sole reason that Flug gravely didnāt want that. Yet, Black Hat held back. Didnāt speak a word about it to 5.0.5. or Demencia. Not that Flug would risk getting too comfortable in that regard, of course. Whatever Black Hatās motivations may have been, it definitely wasnāt coming out of a place of respect for Flugās privacy. Knowing his boss, he was probably just waiting for either of their housemates to walk in on him devouring someone so he could indulge in whatever chaos might unfold. Or perhaps there was some other reason that Flug hadnāt considered. He certainly knew better than to try and guess what Black Hat was thinking, regardless.
Not all of the changes in Black Hatās behavior were so positive, though. For one thing, his unnerving fascination with Flugās souleater half has led to some rather uncomfortable arrangements. On the one hand, Black Hat providing him with prey saves Flug the trouble of having to sneak around anymore to feed himself, but on the other, his boss had a peculiarly keen interest in watching him eat. That was already bad enough, having to put what Flug had tried so hard to keep hidden all his life on full display like that, but it was made even worse by how handsy Black Hat would sometimes get afterwards.
He had a particular fascination with Flugās teeth. Whether or not that was out of some twisted sense of humor or out of a genuine curiosity of Flugās species, the doctor couldnāt tell. All he knew is that it was uncomfortable. Every time those hands crinkled up the edges of that paper bag to expose his bloodied mouth, anxiety spiked within him at the mere thought of his mask being pulled off completely. Luckily for Flug, Black Hat never went that far, for the time being.Ā
āWhy do you always do thatā¦?ā He had asked once, during one upon too many fang inspections to count.
There was a click of the tongue, Black Hat tilting Flugās chin whichever way he wanted, as he gave his unconventional answer. āThe soul residue intrigues me. Besides, it's the only part of your face Iāve seen thus far. I like to admire it at its bloodiest.ā Then heād flash one of his many shit-eating grins. āGiven how long youāve hidden this from me, I certainly have the right to catch up on what Iāve been missing.ā
What could he possibly have been āmissingā? He knew Black Hat to enjoy displays of violence the most when they had some heart in them. Flugās only ever been timid and reluctant in the way that he feeds, unable to understand what entertainment value Black Hat could possibly be getting out of such mediocre murders.
On one particular day, however, the situation differed.
Their domain had fallen under siege by a particularly persistent team of heroesā¦ It wouldāve been an all-out attack if Dr. Flug hadnāt activated an emergency forcefield just in time. But for now, all they could do was wait these heroes out until they came up with a proper plan of retaliation. Their anti-hero merchandise was the best there was, of course, but with the sheer amount of opponents waiting outside, the villains were put in a particularly tricky situation.Ā
Black Hat could easily dispose of the problem, Flug knew for a fact. These heroes were mere ants to somebody with his unimaginable power. But, in typical Black Hat fashion, he chose to instead put this job on Flug and Demencia.Ā
While Flug could understand to some extent that such matters were too trivial and boring for his boss to face head-on, he had hoped the demon wouldāve made an exception in this case. This situation had cut Flug, Demencia, and 5.0.5. off from the outside world until they could find a way around those heroes, which wouldnāt be a problem if not for the fact that it left Flug without sustenance to keep his monstrous half in check.
Unfortunately for him, Black Hat found more interest in watching how his employees would tackle the problem instead. Because, for him, the slightly-more-interesting route would always be preferred over the easy way out. Itās not like the health of his underlings has ever held priority over his own amusement, so Flug had no right to be surprised. Heād just have to persevere, and he wouldnāt dare complain about his hunger to Black Hat himself. Knowing him, heād expect Flug to earn his food under these circumstances. The way Black Hat was constantly hanging around the laboratory as he worked further cemented that idea into his mind.Ā
Instead, he threw himself into his work as if that were an adequate distraction. He did everything he could to keep his mind busy, to keep himself distracted from anything that may lead to one of his episodes, but it was so damn hard when these hunger swings can be so unpredictable. One minute, he would be completely fine, but the nextā¦
āWhatcha workinā on, doc?ā
Hunger making him more irritable than usual, the mere sound of Demenciaās voice had been enough to grate on his nerves these past weeks of siege. It was bad enough that his cravings were already slowing him down far too much, he didnāt need Demās constant pestering on top of his current inability to focus.Ā
Shaking those concerns out of his head, he was none too kind when he answered her. āOh, I donāt know, Demencia, maybe a solution to our little problem out there?ā
Unfazed by the mockery dripping from his voice, her desire for mischief was left perfectly intact. āOooo, is it cool? Will it blow āem up? Liquidize their insides? Lemme see it!āĀ
She jumped for the flask, and Flug had barely enough reaction time within him to dodge her. ā Stop that! Do you want to get a cloud of knockout gas to the face!?ā Flug barked, scrambling to keep his work from falling out of his hands. Once stabilized, he shot her a nasty glare. āDonāt you have anything better to do than bother me?ā
āYouāre kidding, right?ā She deadpanned in response. Dramatically flopping into a nearby chair, Demencia kept up her annoying lamenting. āWeāve been stuck with those dumb heroes outside for like a week, Iām boooored.ā
āWell good for you, but since Iām the only one around here that seems willing to fix this damn mess, I need to focus.ā Flug snapped at her, voice raising alongside his frustration, āWhat I donāt need is some brain-dead halfwit breathing stupid questions down my neck the whole time!ā
Demenciaās eyebrows shot up in surprise at how intensely he came off. Sure, she could get on his nerves with relative ease, but he usually took it with more grace than that, even at times when heād sic Hatbots on her. Even Black Hat glanced up from his newspaper upon hearing such unusual hostility growing in Flug, though he reserved comment.Ā
āOuch,ā Demencia remarked, although not especially offended. āWell, sorry Mr. Grumpypants, didnāt realize you were in such a mood today.ā She chided him. āYou skip your coffee this morning or what?ā
Narrowed eyes shot one last dirty look at her before Flug tried to shift his focus back to his concoction at the lab table. Key word being tried , because before he knew it, he was doubling over from pain when his cravings hit him full-force. He was barely able to catch himself against the table, almost knocking over the work heād previously scolded Demencia for endangering.Ā
Serving up a confused stare, Demencia frowned at him. āUhh, Flug?ā
The ruckus also woke 5.0.5. whoād been sleeping nearby, a worried grunt coming from him as he wandered over to see what was going on.
What Flug had feared all along was now fast approaching. This sort of thing was exactly what Black Hat wanted, wasnāt it? For him to expose himself to the others in as violent a manner as possible? And if so, then where the fuck was he? Flug couldāve sworn he was in the room a second ago, and hell, maybe he was too disoriented to know for sure, but he couldnāt see the demon anywhere.Ā
All he could lock his starving gaze onto was Demencia and 5.0.5., the clueless pair coming foolishly closer to check on him. Theyād make easy targets. They were practically offering themselves up on a silver platter. How could Flug possibly refuse the instincts that were screaming at him to eat?
āOkay, Flug, this is weird, even for you.āĀ
For the briefest of moments, he saw his mother, so stupidly drawing nearer in his state of delirium. She should have known better. She made herself too easy of an antidote to his suffering. The exact same mistake that Demencia was making now.
He wished he could tell her to get away. He wanted desperately to warn her of what danger she was in. But he couldnāt speak. He couldnāt stop himself from inching his starving body nearer, itching to dig his teeth into something ā
āDemencia, step aside.ā Black Hatās familiar voice ordered from the doorway, yielding immediate compliance from her. With adept swiftness, he strode over to the unhinged doctor and proceeded to drag him away from his coworkers before any damage could be done, exiting the laboratory with Flug in tow, and leaving Demencia and 5.0.5. to their own confusion.
Black Hat dragged him through hallways and corridors, paying no mind to his scientistās resistance. Flugās thrashing wasnāt particularly troublesome for Black Hat, although he felt mild surprise to experience a jolt of pain inflicted by Flugās fangs when they tried to find nourishment in the tendrils that restrained him. Judging from the retching and gagging that followed, Black Hatās soulless form wasnāt exactly fine dining to him.Ā
They entered a darkened storage room, the only light source coming from a flickering bulb above that fought to stay lit. Within, there laid a hero, injured and bound in place by whatever impromptu restraints Black Hat could find in the moment.Ā
āEat.ā Black Hat ordered as he shoved Flug towards the helpless fool.
As if Flug needed any convincing.Ā
The second he was released from Black Hatās grip, he lunged for the hero, tearing into him with such ruthless ferocity, ripping flesh out in bloody chunks that were strewn across the room with great fervor. The crackling and snapping of bones thatād dared get in the way of Flugās relentless fangs was like music to Black Hatās ears. The only way this couldāve been better was if the hero had remained alive long enough to scream.
Out of breath by the time Flug was through with him, it took almost a full minute for him to regain his composure.Ā
āMy my, what a savage display.ā Black Hat purred in amusement, drawing nearer to admire the carnage. āYouāve been holding out on me, doctor.ā
āW-Whaā¦ Wait, th-this is a hero f-from outs-side, isnāt itā¦?ā Flug queried as he came back to his senses, casting a hesitant glance his bossās way.
āThey make for easy pickings. You looked like you needed something rather immediate.ā Black Hat replied, wiping bloodied claws off on his clothes. With a disapproving quirk of the brow, he added, āYou could have said something sooner , by the way. Itās not like I knew where your breaking point was.ā
Flug couldnāt believe it. Defying all of his expectations, Black Hat actually prevented him from hurting his friends. Not only that, but kept his secret from being exposed. He had been so certain that the eldritch wanted the drama and chaos that wouldāve come with him attacking 5.0.5. or Demencia, but now, with every manipulative and cruel assumption Flug had made being tossed out the window, he had no idea what to think anymore. When he next spoke, his voice was but a meek stutter. āTh-Thank you, sir...ā
āā Thank you ā?ā Black Hat repeated, a ghostly twitch of annoyance betraying his smile for just a moment. āWe have been over this, doctor. Yourā¦ gratitude ā¦ā That last word was uttered with notable disgust, āā¦ is gravely misplaced. I onlyāā
He was stunned into silence when Flug unexpectedly clutched his hand. āYou stopped me from hurting them.ā The scientist spoke more firmly in spite of how his own hands trembled against Blackās. Flug dared not make eye contact, instead staring directly at the floor. ā Thank you. ā
He had almost expected to get lashed out at or shouted at for grabbing Black Hat so suddenly, and when he realized his mistake, he immediately let goā¦ but Black Hat did neither of those things. He just stared, expression completely blank to the point of almost being comical, at where Flug had touched him. That doesnāt happen. People donāt touch him. He touches people. On his terms.
After the initial confusion wore off, his cold and calculative eyes pierced right through Flug. āā¦ Well.ā He finally spoke, his voice flat and rigid, āYou can thank me by getting rid of those pests outside.āĀ
With that, the demon took his leave. Flug watched him go, blinking slowly as he tried to process what just happenedā¦
ā¦ No. He can think about this later. For now, he had an order to carry out.
After cleaning himself up and changing out of his bloodsoaked clothes, Flug returned to the lab with newfound energy and determination. He threw himself at his experiment with ultimate focus, not allowing Demencia or even Black Hatās presence distract him, despite how intently the latter was watching him.
Flug completed the substance within the hour, and it did not disappoint. Everything went according to plan. Firing the gas bomb at their intruders did the trick, knocking them out just long enough for Demencia to dispose of them without a single issue.Ā
When all was said and done, Black Hat approached the doctor from behind as he disarmed the forcefield, causing him to jump in surprise when the demon patted his shoulder. āWell done, doctor.ā He said simply before walking off.
All Flug could do was stare as he left, completely befuddled.Ā
He had always craved Black Hatās praise, but now that heād been getting it, it felt beyond impossible to get used to.
The strange behavior, the way he kept lingering about the lab for no discernable reason other than to watch him, how heād been keeping Flugās diet in check, it was all just soā¦ bizarre. Flug racked his brain day in and day out trying to solve this mystery, but nothing ever felt like it made sense. It couldnāt be coming from a place of respect, as he knew Black Hat was incapable of respecting him. He doubted it was coming from a place of any sort of concern, as nothing about their routine had actually changed. If anything, Flug was more healthy than usual these days due to Black Hatās assistance in keeping him properly fed.
Perhaps it was something more akin to keeping a pet. Of course, that must be it. Black Hat likely had him lumped in the same category as Lil Jack these days, just a pet to feed and maintain.
While that dehumanizing assumption made the most sense so far, Flug still couldnāt be sureā¦
One day, curiosity finally got the better of him. He knew he should know better than to question Black Hat, but he just couldnāt help himself this time.
It was on another day that, as was becoming usual, Black Hat had joined him in the laboratory, overseeing his work from a distance. Flug couldnāt actually be sure how much Black Hat was actually paying attention to the invention he was building, but he worked as diligently as he could under his bossās silent supervision all the same.
A handray of sorts laid in pieces on the table while the doctor fiddled a screwdriver inside the mechanism. Black Hat had taken to leaning against the wall by the door, not a word spoken by him this whole time.
Flug nervously glanced back at him for a moment, quickly averting his eyes back to the device when he was caught staring. Finally, he forced himself to say it. āā¦ Y-Youāve beenā¦ a-acting strangely since you first saw me feed, sirā¦ā
āStrangely?ā Black Hatās cold voice repeated, examining his claws without a care in the world. āWhat are you implying?ā
That ice, that frosty and bitter manner in which his boss spoke, had always rattled Flugās nerves. It was almost enough to discourage him entirely from completing his train of thought, but he knew that would likely annoy Black Hat even more. He put his screwdriver down, turning to face the demon. āW-w-well, itās, u-umā¦ erā¦ā
āOut with it, doctor.ā Black Hat snapped impatiently. He cast the other man a challenging stare, as though daring him to say something heāll regret.
At this, Flug hesitated. A lump had started forming in his throat, preventing him from speaking. Black Hatās glare was definitely making the doctor have second thoughts about saying anything at all. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to speak through his discomfort. āY-Youāve been treating me differently.ā
Black Hatās visible eye slowly narrowed, but he decided to amuse his doctor. āOh really? How so?ā He said in a sort of sarcastic, dry tone, taking a step forward.
No backing down now. Straightening his back, Flug tried very hard not to flinch away at his bossās advances. āWellā¦ā He began, fiddling with his hands, āYouāve been, umā¦ H-How do I put thisā¦ nicer ā¦?ā
That was a big mistake the moment he said it, Flugās eyes going wide once he realized his mistake far too late. Rage flashed across Black Hatās face, the demonās familiar growl ringing through Flugās ears as he came closer. Flinching back and shielding his face with an arm, Flug almost fell over the table behind him as he tried to back away. āW-W-Wait, I didnātĀ m-mean it like thaā!ā He cut himself off with a fearful yelp as Black Hat yanked him forward by the neck of his shirt, his threatening form towering over the doctor.
āHow did you mean it , then?ā Black Hat snarled, voice dripping with a biting venom.
āY-Youāve been acting like you think I have more worth now!ā Flug squeaked, hiding his face behind his arms with eyes squeezed shut, a clear exasperation lingering among the fear in his words. āLike because Iām half monster, that changes things!ā
Expecting to get pummeled in the next few seconds, it was to Flugās great surprise that Black Hat let him go. Risking a timid peek at his boss, his jaw almost dropped. Why was he laughing all of a sudden?
āOf course it changes things!ā Blackhat grinned, as though it were ridiculous for Flug to suggest otherwise. For some reason, that prickled at Flugās nerves. āNow that Iāve seen what you areā ā
āWhat I am doesnāt change anything! Iām still the same Flug Iāve always been!āĀ
In a moment of surprise, Black Hatās grin faltered. Heād never heard Flug take such a tone with him before, nor had he seen that particular look of frustration, dressed with hints of defiance, within Flugās eyes.
āHave you been basing my value on species this whole time?ā The scientist went on, irritation building, āWhat, Iām suddenly worth more to you just because Iām less human? Is that why you havenāt been kicking me around as much? Are you seriously that shallow?ā With a scoff, Flug looked away, brows furrowed in anger. āIf my being a human really disgusted you that much, I donāt get why you havenāt just replaced me with someone more your style.ā
There was a tense moment of silence between them, although the tension was likely only on Flugās side. Eventually, Black Hat spoke again.
āI believe thatās the first time youāve dared to raise your voice at me, doctor.ā
ā¦ Waitā¦Ā
Shit.
āIām sorryā¦!ā He squeaked in fear, cringing away from Black Hat in anticipation of being struck. Realization of how badly he screwed up hit him like a semi truck, and he scrambled over his words trying to do damage control in whatever way he could. āI-I donāt know w-what c-came over me! I-Iām v- very sorry, sirā¦!ā
No violence came his way, however. Instead, Black Hat eyed him with what Flug could only describe as intrigue. His head tilted a smidge to the side, not unlike that of a curious animal. When he next spoke, it was with a kind of guileless tone completely foreign to Flugās ears. āI have always valued you, Flug.āĀ
A disbelieving snort escaped Flug before he had the chance to stop it, slapping a hand over his mouth the second such a disrespectful noise had come out. How or why Black Hat hadnāt lashed out at him yet, Flug had no idea.
āYou think I would have hired some annoying, sniveling little human if you werenāt of significant value to me? I know youāre smarter than that, doctor.ā He drew closer, much to Flugās discomfort. āIn spite of what a pitiful sight you made, it was your intelligence thatād far made up for that. Your intelligence, your dedication, your perseverance, I have seen it all. From the day I met you, I knew your talents were exceptional.ā
Baffled by such claims, Flug could do nothing more than stare in disbelief as his boss spoke.
āYouĀ impressedĀ me that day, Dr. Flug. I can count on one hand the number of humans thatāve accomplished such a feat.ā He went on, circling Flug to admire the work he had laid out on the table. āHumans are one of the mostĀ irritating and patheticĀ species Iāve ever come across in all my years. To have ended upĀ relyingĀ on one for the sake of my business has been no less than aĀ majorĀ frustration to me. Without you, who the hell do you think would be making all of our products?ā
āI-I-ā Flug started to speak, but was quickly silenced by the raise of Black Hatās hand. Clearly, he had more to say.
āIn a way, youāre not wrong. It does please me knowing that youāre not entirely human. You are something better. But, youāve always been better than other humans in my eyes.ā When he next turned to face Flug, it was with a narrow-eyed stare on his face. āSo, donāt you dare suggest that I havenāt valued you until now. If that were true, Iād have left you dead in that alley all those years ago.ā
At that moment, Flug had been rendered speechless. This was the first time Black Hatās ever verbalized any sort of appreciation for Flugās work, especially in such a direct manner. He almost couldnāt believe what he was hearing, tempted to reach out and poke the eldritch to make sure it was actually him and not some sort of caffeine hallucination.
Instead, he averted his eyes. As comforting as that was to hear, it didnāt change the main problem.
āYou donāt treat your valuables very well, then.ā Flugās hesitant voice spoke up.
With a boisterous laugh, Blackhat twirled his cane idly. āSo what? Thatās of no consequence to me.ā
āYou seem to forget that Iām breakable, sir. It is a consequence if I decide to leave.ā If he really is as valuable as Black Hat says... Looking away, he muttered under his breath, āItās definitely something Iāve considered.ā
That came as no surprise to Black Hat. Heās seen the collection of house and apartment ads the doctorās compiled and occasionally glanced through when his bossās temper was especially testy. But surely heād never actually go through with leaving. Not after all the work he put in to get here. It would be absurd.
Not paying the comment much mind, Black Hat decided he was done with this conversation and headed for the door. āGet that ray done. We start filming in two hours.ā
Such dismissive behavior was what Flug was used to letting roll off his back. But, this time, it felt like it didnāt matter at all compared to the other things his boss had said.
It was beyond reassuring to know that Black Hat found him important for what really mattered. There had been many a day where Flug had wondered if all of his efforts were actually counting for anything, in that regard.
Now, he wonāt have to wonder.Ā
Something new to wonder about, however, was why this conversation had left him feeling so flustered ā¦
Their uncharacteristically genuine conversation didnāt mean everything was sunshine and daisies, of course. After all, This is the house of evil. Canāt expect much else. What Flug was used to was being yelled at. Though there was one recent incident in particular that had beenā¦ strange.
As usual, Black Hat was eager to advertise anti-hero merchandise to their viewers. The demon rarely ever began recording early without first informing Flug, but today was, unfortunately, one of those days. He already had Cam-bot recording before Flug was even in the room. Itās not like he needed Flug there, anyways, so he just went ahead and started without him. The product seemed simple enough, some kind of fireball launcher of sorts.
Black Hat was well into the presentation by the time Flug had gotten there. The doctor had appeared somewhat rushed, and was carrying with him a toolbox.
His eyes widened with terror when he entered the room to see his boss already wielding the product.
āā¦ and with just the click of a button, your local hero will be enveloped in a Hellish blaze!ā Black Hat took aim at a target across the room.
āSir, no!ā Flug shouted, darting towards him, āThereās a chemical imbalance that still needs to beā!ā
Too late.
There was a flash, then a blast of intense heat as the weapon backfired. Cam-bot went toppling over sideways, making a series of distressed beeping noises, and Black Hat let out a startled snarl as his arm was blown clean off. That wasnāt too much of a concern, however, as a stream of inky black energy quickly formed a new one.
He wheeled around, eyes blazing with rage as he faced the now-shivering Flug. āYou IDIOT!!!ā He roared, storming over to the scientist and roughly gripping his arm. āIs your job to have our products ready in time or IS IT NOT!?ā
āI-I-Iām sorryā¦.!ā Flug yelped, cowering. āI-I thought I h-had more timeā¦! I just needed to make one minor adjustmenāā He cut himself off with a pained outcry as Black Hatās grip tightened, near threatening to break his arm.
āI donāt want to hear EXCUSES, YOU BLOODYā Youā¦ā Black Hat trailed off, a whisper of that recent conversation with the doctor echoing in his head.
You donāt treat your valuables very well.
You seem to forget that Iām breakable.
Staring over the terrified doctor now, the way he immediately expected the worst, something feltā¦ off. Black Hat was the one that decided to start early and without Flugās knowledgeā¦ but that still shouldnāt excuse not having it ready before the deadline, soā!
āSirā¦?ā Flugās voice, tiny and horrified as it may have been, managed to shake Black Hat out of his thoughts. Fearful eyes gazed up at him with a hint of confusion on top of the pain. Very slowly, Black Hat loosened his grip, then let go altogether and took a step back.
Flug stepped back as well at the first chance he got, gripping his hurt arm close to himself. He gave a puzzled frown. āS-Sirā¦. are youā¦. alrightā¦.?ā
ā¦ How could he be asking that? It seemed soā¦ backwards.
ā¦ It doesnāt matter.
āGet this mess cleaned upā¦ā Black Hat finally said, his voice unusually low, āā¦ and fix that infernal Cam-botā¦āĀ
Then, he was gone before Flug could even reply.
Watching the door close behind his boss, Flug winced as he rubbed his arm. Sighing, he picked up the dropped toolbox and turned to Cam-bot. āLetās get you cleaned up, thenā¦ā
A flood of blood trickled down the now-lifeless body and onto the floor, Flugās shaking arm wiping away what dribbled from his chin. With a chunk of neck completely missing from the corpse on the operation table in front of him, it was leaving quite the mess. The doctor tentatively reached up to pull his paper bag back down and cover his mouth, but Black Hatās cane pulled his arm away before he could. Flug squirmed slightly beneath his bossās touch as he lifted his chin , discomfort setting in him, but Black Hat paid that no mind.
A gloved thumb lightly grazing across the edge of Flugās fangs, Black Hatās expression was oddly monotone today. āā¦ So, tell me.ā He said suddenly. āIf Iām so unbearable to live with, why do you stick around?ā
āS-Sirā¦.?ā Flug responded, caught off guard by the question.
āYouāre not being forced to stay here.ā The eldritch went on. āYou said yourself that youāve considered leaving. Many other villains would be glad to take you. So why do you stay?ā
Flug was quiet for a long moment, considering what he should say. Truly, there was only one right answer. āā¦ B-Because the other villains arenāt you.ā
At that, Black Hat paused, a twitch of surprise on his features for a second. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly. āElaborate.ā
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Flug started to fiddle with the sleeves of his labcoat. āW-W-Well, umā¦ I-I mean, youāreā¦ successful, c-confident, accomplishedā¦ā Oh gosh, why did he have to be listing off things he admires about his boss while they were in this position? Hardly any distance between them, and Black Hat leaned in closer with every word! Swallowing again, he tried not to get too flustered as he continued, āI-Itās justā¦ well, youāre Black Hat. Youāre one of a k-kind, the best there is. I donātā I-I refuse to settle for less than the best.ā Sheepishly, he looked to the ground, voice quieting. āYouāre everything Iām not.ā
Silent for quite some time, Black Hat found he was only able to give Flug a dumbfounded stare. The demonās never had a tendency for modesty, for Flug to be so upfront about both his admirations and insecurities felt strange as can be. It was a combination that Flug likely never wouldāve spoken aloud if left unprompted. Then, a smile began to form on Black Hatās face. āWell, arenāt you the little ego-booster.ā He purred, chuckling. āAlthoughā¦ā Stepping back and rubbing his chin in thought, Black Hat tilted his head and looked Flug up and down. āFor one thing, if itās something like confidence youāre wanting improvements on, you really shouldnāt spend your time hiding underneath that paper bag.ā
Flinching back, Flug subconsciously ran his fingers across the edge of the bag. āN-N-No. I-I need it.ā
āā¦ Tsk. Fine, then. But still, I am curiousā¦ā Taking a step forward again, Black Hat brushed at the paper bag with his fingers. Flug jolted back before he could get a proper grip, almost tumbling over the body table in the process. Black Hat simply reached out with his cane, hooked it around Flugās neck, and yanked him forward. With the other hand, he reached for the bag again.
āNo!ā In a panic, the trembling scientist grabbed his arm with both hands in an attempt to stop him, eyes squeezed shut.
Surprisingly, Black Hat did stop.
Flug hesitantly opened one eye to evaluate the situation. Black Hat was staring at where Flug had gripped him, same dumbfounded expression on his face as from the last time Flug touched him.
Slowly letting go, hoping that he wouldnāt try to remove the bag again, Flug frowned. āā¦ U-Umā¦ sirā¦ I-If you donāt mind my askingā¦. W-Why is it you look soā¦ bewildered ā¦ when I do thatā¦?ā
āHmph,ā Black Hat pulled his arm back after being let go, absentmindedly rubbing the spot he had been grabbed. He tried to cover up the bewilderment with a sly smile. āMaybe because the only time people ever dare to touch me is when weāre fighting or having sex. Why else?ā
ā¦. Flug chose to ignore that second part. His frown deepened, a touch of his own bewilderment setting in. āā¦ So youāveā¦ never been, likeā¦ justā¦ casually or platonically touchedā¦?āĀ
Black Hat took a moment to think about it, looking off to the side. He couldnāt recall any instances of such a thing, aside from maybe shaking hands with clients, if that were to count? But those were more like business obligations rather than anything casual or platonic. āHmmā¦ No, never.ā He eventually concluded. His eyes narrowed just slightly when they pulled back towards Flug. āWell, unless we count you.ā
Normally Flug mightāve winced away in response to the slow return of hostility in Black Hat, but he was justā¦ too flabbergasted. The concept of going through life without that ever happening seemed so farfetched for some reason, but he supposed if youāre a guy like Black Hat, maybe itās plausibleā¦..?
After a long momentās thought, he hesitantly reached out a hand, pausing near Black Hatās right shoulder as he examined his bossās face for permission.
Black Hatās eyes further narrowed with skepticism at the gesture, but he made no protest. So, Flug continued. His skeptical gaze followed Flugās hand all the way until it had made contact with his shoulder.
It was strange, how all the malice slowly drained from his bossās face upon contact. The look in his eyes was no longer one of hostility, but rather, curiosity. Perhaps a touch of confusion, but mostly a genuine sort of curiosity that was, in a way, almost innocent-looking. It was a rather strange expression on him, Flug finding himself unable to look away until Black Hatās questioning pupils darted to Flugās own face, wondering why he had gone so still.
Quickly averting his eyes, Flug went back to what he was doing. Very slowly, he ran his hand down the demonās arm, as if he were simply smoothing out the fabric of his sleeve. Gentle, yet so impactful. If he wasnāt mistaken, he couldāve sworn he felt the slightest shiver from his boss as he had done so. Another sneaking glance to Black Hatās face confirmed that he was just as confused as Flug was about the whole thing.
Slowly still, Flug raised his other hand to meet Black Hatās chest, just letting it rest there for a while. Then, as if snapped out of a trance, Flug realized all at once how weird this must be getting and jolted backwards, the sudden movement even startling Black Hat a tiny bit.Ā
āI-Iā¦ umā¦ s-sorry, sirā¦āĀ There Flug was, getting all flustered again. Why the hell did these strange interactions with his boss keep stirring up such confusing butterflies in the pit of his stomach?
Black Hat raised an eyebrow slightly, but other than that, his expression remained vaguely passive. He ran his own fingers along where Flug had touched him, quiet for some time. Then, his familiar smile crept back along his face as he looked back towards the doctor. āSeems only fair that Iād get to look beneath that bag of yours now, doesnāt it?ā
Crap. Flug was hoping heād forgotten about that. His gaze fell to the floor, accepting defeat with a very hesitant nod. āI-I-I s-sup-ppose so, s-sirā¦ā He stammered, anxiety quickly on the rise.
A victorious purr rumbled in Black Hatās throat, and he closed the space between himself and his scientist. Hands once again meeting the bottom of Flugās paper bag, he took unusual care in how he lifted both the bag and goggles off of his face. As soon as those harsh white lights from the roomās fluorescent bulbs hit Flugās eyes, a sharp yelp left his throat, and he threw his face in his hands to hide.Ā
āSeriously, Flug?ā Black Hat deadpanned, unimpressed.
āI-I-Iām s-sorry. Itās t-too b-bright.ā He stuttered, unable to stop trembling.
There was a moment of silence before Flug heard his bossās voice again. āOpen your eyes, doctor.ā
Already feeling dizzy and anxious without the comfort of his bag, the thought of being made to endure such harsh lights on top of that was too overwhelming to handle. But the thought of angering Black Hat frightened him even more. So, he fought back every instinct that screamed at him to protect his eyes, stifled whatever stressful noises tried to escape him, and lowered his hands.
To Flugās surprise, rather than the headache-inducing brightness he was expecting, he was greeted with a well-dimmed room, black smoke swirling above them to significantly dull the lights. No doubt compliments of Black Hat.
View of his scientist no longer obstructed, the wide-grinning demon took hold of Flugās chin, lifting his head to get a better look. He could feel the halfling swallow nervously, but was too focused on taking in his appearance to notice or comment. Honestly, Flug looked like any normal human being if you looked past the eyes and teeth.Ā
But Black Hat didnāt. He was especially focused on those eyes, this being the first time heās ever actually seen them goggle-free.
Flugās eyes were without a doubt attention-grabbing. Where a humanās eyes would normally be white, Flugās were an abyss of pitch-black, glowing white pupils being the only contrast to exist within.Ā
āCaptivatingā¦ā Black Hat commented under his breath. While the comment was not specifically addressed for Flug, he certainly reacted to it, feeling an intense heat rise to his cheeks. His boss definitely took notice of that, smirk widening in response.
Embarrassed and feeling like he was going to pass out, Flug quickly grasped for his bag and pulled away from Black Hat, struggling to pull it over his head again through short and shaky breaths.
Evidently, having the bag and goggles was a comfort thing as well as an eye protection thing.
Satisfied, Black Hat gave a firm nod and turned for the door, smoke dissipating with a snap of his fingers. āClean up your mess and get back to work.ā He ordered as he left.
Flug had to take a moment to regain himself, doing everything he could to calm his nerves. With the combination of deep breaths and counting numbers in his head to refocus, the doctor slowly but surely found his composure again.
That wasā¦ quite the experienceā¦ Almost surreal ā¦.
Placing a hand on the side of his head in confusion, Flug shook it off and went to take care of the body. The entire experience didnāt stop running through his head the whole while.
There were no words Flug had that could describe how their altered relationship had continued to shift and morph since then.
Flug first noticed it with the way Black Hatās eyes studied him, bore through him right to the bone and stripped his soul bare. There lived no mordacity or annoyance behind his constant gazes, which was unnervingly strange in and of itself. Worse was that Flug couldnāt tell what Black Hat was looking at him with. Was it condescension? It didnāt feel like something that negative... Maybeā¦ curiosity? Interest? But interest in what? No matter what explanation his mind tried to present, Flug knew there was something he had to be missing. Something he wasnāt seeing.
The mystery was only made harder to solve by the way Black Hat would touch him. In the past, the only form of physical contact theyād ever shared was aggressive in nature, as Black Hat had a nasty habit of manhandling anybody nearby in his moments of explosive rage. As such, it was hard not to flinch when the demon would put his hands on him. But, especially after that unusual encounter theyād had, his touches have become shockingly gentle.Ā
What were once brief pats on the back became lingering touches, claws tracing temperate lines along his meek frame, a hand resting on his shoulder just a bit too longā¦ Heād also just stand far closer than usual whenever they were going over work projects together. Flug thought for a moment that perhaps all this time spent around Black Hatās eldritch presence was finally driving him insane, but there was no way that he could be imagining these things. Out of all things for his mind to try and play tricks with, why something like this?
Furthermore, as someone whoās always enjoyed his alone time, Flug simply couldnāt wrap his head around why Black Hat kept joining him in the lab for the most benign of times. Even today, all he was doing was reading a newspaper with his morning acid, something he usually did in the comfort of his own office.
Occasional glances in his bossās direction yielded the same results, those strange stares that made Flug feel so vulnerable being aimed back at him every now and then. He tried to focus on his work, to throw himself into his invention to distract from the outside world as usual, but his rattled nerves simply refused to let him do that today.
The next time he found his boss staring, Flug put down his tools, confronting the issue with a meek question.
āA-Are you ups-set with me?ā
A glimmer of curiosity passed through Black Hatās eyes. He put his newspaper down, that unnerving gaze completely honed in on his scientist. āWhat makes you think Iām upset with you?ā
āW-Well, itāsā¦ uhā¦ I-I donāt kn-know, youāve just b-been kind ofā¦ā Flinching slightly as Black Hat rose from his seat to approach him, Flug greatly struggled to finish that thought, looking all around the lab to avoid any sort of eye contact. āY-y-youāve b-been s-st- staring a l-lot lately, a-a-and, umāā He backed up as his boss got closer, just barely catching himself when he knocked into the table behind him, āA-and th-the t- touching ā¦ I-I just d-donāt u-und-derstand w-whatāā
Flugās stuttering was cut short when Black Hat took the side of his face into his hand, turning the scientistās head to make their eyes meet.
āTell me, doctor,ā Black Hat purred, āDo I look upset to you?ā
āN-n-noā¦?ā Flug squeaked in response.
āThere is your answer.ā His head lolled to the side, studying Flug far too closely for comfort. His hand slinked down from Flug's face, the doctor withdrawing a sharp breath as deadly claws traced along his neck before finding its new resting place on his shoulder. āDoes it bother you when I touch you?ā
āW-Would it m-mat-tter if it d-didā¦?ā
The way Black Hat narrowed his eyes at him, the hints of an annoyed frown starting to tug at his lips, quickly startled Flug into correcting his behavior. He straightened his back, answering the question directly this time. āN-no sir, itās n-no bother.ā
Just like that, Black Hat seemed to relax again. āGood.ā He pulled his hand away, returning to the couch to pick up his newspaper. āYou look like youāre having trouble focusing, so I suppose Iāll leave you to it for now.ā
And, just like that, he was gone.
Thatā¦ did not answer any of Flugās questions.
Honestly, it was likely in Flugās better judgment to stop questioning these changes in behavior to Black Hatās face. Confusing as their new dynamic may have been, at least it was better than getting thrown around like a ragdoll on a near-daily basis.Ā
That wasnāt the way Black Hat saw it, however.
The way Black Hat saw it, all of this peculiar behavior had been a simple case of testing the waters. Unfortunately, his next move would be one Flug couldāve never prepared for.
Aaaand hereās where things get a little tumblr-unsafe, so to the AO3 void you go! (Please heed the warning tags over there)
#villainos#villainous#paperhat#black hat#flug#demencia#505#now watch as this has like 20 mistakes i missed LMAO
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I have learned so much about the progression of the undertale fandom in the last hour and I wish I could say it was against my will but
I think I must be having some kind of internal crisis about aging or graduating or some shit that hasn't quite bubbled into the forefront of my brain bc I feel fine but all of my interests are suddenly aggressively regressing back to those of 6th grade me and I know full well that can not be a good sign
#apparently the underverse animations are still going after all these years. fucking wild#I still recognize like. half of the sanses#i am slightly surprised by which ones have clung to popularity and which ones have not#though maybe the tag i was in isn't fully representative of the fandom. who knows#i do appreciate some of the changes in their general fanon designs that have happened since i was last around#especially error#that guy needed a makeover#idk why I'm recording all of this like a fucking anthropologist writing in a research journal#but i guess here we are#i am slightly tempted to go hunt down those like christmas comic voice overs from back in that day?#they're the only ones that i really remember solidly so thats probably why lol#anyways you will never guess what little journey zeph is going on in my brain this week š¤Ŗā
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SDCC 2024: Mikey Way Rings in Holidays All Year Long with Christmas 365 (Interview)
ByĀ Justin Epps - PublishedĀ Sep 7, 2024
Dark Horse Comics
ā° SUMMARY
ā¢ Christmas 365 from Dark Horse Comics releases this year, a festive series about a family celebrating Christmas all year round.Ā ā¢ Co-writer Mikey Way talks about the nostalgia and magic of Christmas, and the importance of family in his work.Ā ā¢ Way collaborates with Jonathan Rivera and Piotr Kowalski to craft a dream project embracing the 80s/90s Christmas movie feel.
Full interview under the cut:
Christmas has come early forĀ Dark Horse ComicsĀ readers. DuringĀ this yearās San Diego Comic-Con, the publisher revealed it would be releasingĀ Christmas 365Ā later this year. This festive new series comes from the creative team of Mikey Way, Jonathan Rivera, Piotr Kowalski, Brad Simpson, and Joshua Reed.
Christmas 365Ā tells the story of a family who has gone through a particularly challenging year and their attempts to come back togetherĀ through a Christmas seasonĀ that lasts the whole year round. Screen Rant caught up withĀ Christmas 365Ā co-writer Mikey Way and dug into his thoughts behind this unique holiday story.
Screen Rant: From the premise I'm guessing you're a big fan of Christmas. But whyĀ Christmas 365?
Mikey Way: As a child of the 80s, a lot of my favorite movies were Christmas movies. I think the holiday stuck with me, the the mythology of it, the imagery really resonated with me. I know I'm not alone on this, the world is obsessed with Christmas. You go in stores and the Christmas stuffs out in August. It was after 9/11 I noticed Christmas started earlier at the store. I remember taking a mental note of that. People needed it at that time. I feel like with social media people have been able to express their love of Christmas and find like-minded people that are like-minded. There's Christmas podcasts, there's Christmas basements.
Mikey Way: Anyway, child of the 80s. Christmas Story, Scrooged, Christmas Vacation, Gremlins, Die Hard, Santa Claus: The Movie, all those great Jim Henson movies. These were important stories to me. And so I've always had that itch in me to tell a Christmas story. And I think it was around 2013 I watched a bunch of Christmas movies in a row and it wasn't Christmas time, it was summertime, I think. I remember watching Home Alone and Christmas Vacation and being like "What stories are left to tell?". Then it hit me like a bolt. "What about a family that're kind of disconnected and one of them gets the the wild idea to celebrate it all year long?". Like that's gonna fix everything.
With Christmas, there's this effort to see the world through the eyes of a child and recapture that feeling of wonderment. Is that what you wanted from your story?
Mikey Way: It's the one month out of the year where you can forget about life's pressures a little bit. And there's wonder and magic and hope and promise. Especially when you have children. It's the Super Bowl. For a child things revolve around "Christmas is coming!". So getting to see it through my two girls' eyes...that's what it's all about. There's so many layers to it. It's a layered holiday. But it's just something that's so great. In a world full of gloom and doom, it's something that's just awesome and great. Like there's a velvet cloud around you in December. Even November.
Mikey Way: There's there's a lot of bad stuff that happens in the world. People get busy, people get stressed, people have responsibilities. And it's the time where you can celebrate being a family, celebrate the people you love, and you could show them how much you love them.
You're co writing this with Jonathan Rivera. Both of you guys did books for DC Young Animal which was definitely a more experimental line, but you guys are trying to tell a more grounded story here, correct?
Mikey Way: We're very like-minded. He went to art school with my brother. We all like the same stuff. Trainspotting, Britpop, Stone Temple Pilots, The Crow, action figures, X-Men, anime. Jon was a kindred spirit. He's one of my best friends in the world. He's someone I wanted to write a story with. This was the perfect opportunity because he feels the same way about this 80s/90s Christmas story. He's got the same itch to scratch.
Your previous book,Ā Collapser, had a real strong family theme to it, which seems carry on inĀ Christmas 365. What is it about family that speaks to you so strongly in your work?
Mikey Way: Family's everything. As you get older you start to realize that. And it plays into the holiday of Christmas. When it comes down to the family's all you got. You can have an important job. You can have all the material possessions in the world. You could have fancy this and that. But when it comes down to it, who's sitting at the dinner table with you? Those are who's important and the people that pick you up when you're needing it. They're there for you, you're there for them. So the family unit has always been something extremely important to me. Especially as I get older and have children and extended family. That's really all you got in this world and it's the most beautiful thing there is.
In addition to Rivera, you're also working with Piotr Kowalski. How was it crafting this dream project with him and his art?
Mikey Way: What's interesting about him is he's mostly a horror guy, really. When we got his artwork, most of the demonstration pages and pieces were horror and then I went on his Instagram recently and it's all horror and I'm like "It kind of works, because this is supposed to be an 80s/90s Christmas movie.". If you watch these movies, they're all dark and they always tried to sneak a horror element into it. In Home Alone there was the scary boiler.
For me, it wasĀ A Christmas StoryĀ when Ralphie goes on the slide and the Santa just boots him down.
Mikey Way: There's always a moment of playful scariness in those movies. So I think it fit the tone, because you want it to look a little VHS. I feel like he was able to tell it exactly. Like if we closed our eyes and we were envisioning Christmas 365 as a movie, that's what it would look like. Me and Jon saw his art and were like "This is the guy.".
You previously spoke about the influence of suburban genre movies likeĀ The BurbsĀ andĀ Better Off Dead. How did these movies inform your Christmas story?
Mikey Way: So the story goes me and my brother watched Better Off Dead probably a couple of times a week for years. That and One Crazy Summer, those those two movies for me and my brother were very important. There was this Gonzo stuff in it. It was a slightly grounded, suburban comedy that had all these kind of wacky, fantastical ideas in it. All those movies had a sport. Better Off Dead was skiing.
Oh, likeĀ HeathersĀ and croquet?
Mikey Way: Team Wolf had basketball. They all had a sport. Also there's a weird claymation dream sequence, remember? There was all this weird stuff, but there's something about that movie that struck a chord with me and my brother and we watched it literally once or twice a week for decades. But yes, Savage Steve Holland was a big influence on me and Jon Rivera.
Christmas 365 #1Ā is available on December 4th from Dark Horse Comics.
#mikey way#gw#jon rivera#piotr kowalski#brad simpson#joshua reed#dark horse comics#screen rant#interview#2024#sep 2024#9/7/24#jul 2024#dec 2024#12/4/24#2013#san diego#sdcc#sdcc 2024#comics/graphic novels#christmas 365#young animal#collapser#savage steve holland#better off dead#one crazy summer#text#photo#originals
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An update on where I've been
I've been gone for a month and will continue to be gone as I am Sick As Hell (insert awesome sfx here šā”ļøšø)
Seriously though, I thought I'd give you all and update on where I've been because I never actually told anyone. I actually am super ill right now, so what was a 2-3 week hiatus from the internet to lock in on making some stickers and bleaching fun designs onto hoodies and sweaters is now a month long hiatus. Because of sick.
What I'm hoping is that Christmas will mark the end of this icky sicky hell I'm in, and if not by then, then the New Year. And once I'm free? Oh boy do I have plans.
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First off, I'll be finally figuring out a way to sell posters and other things I've made. I've been meaning to do this for a little over a year anyway, but now I have a good amount of stuff to actually fill a shop with. This is going to be one of the first things I do in the new year before anything else, so you can look forward to that if you were losing hope I'd ever get it done. :)
Second, if you're seeing this on my blog for Hiro of Hyrule, great news! Progress will continue as usual. (Aka: slow as shit, or at least thats what my brain tells me) I'd say I'm about halfway done with the sketch draft of the prologue as of right now, but if everything goes according to plan you'll be seeing the first finished pages of Hiro of Hyrule sometime in January.
Third and finally, I'm finally going to start making comics out of my dreams so everyone can experience the horrors with me! (Hahaha yayyyy yayyyy yippeee) This has been something I've wanted to do for a long time, if you've seen some of the posts about my dreams you'll see why. To save you from a lot of reading, the "why" is because my dreams are surprisingly cohesive, at least in terms of having a plot.
In case you were curious, the first issue in this series will be called Mother Rabbit. It's about a dream I had where I got lost in the woods and taken in by a family of rabbits. And nothing bad happens. :) (/lie)
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Of course I've got much more planned after all this, in fact I think all the projects I've planned out could last me like 10 years or more. Turns out when you spend all your formative years building up ideas and never executing them, you get a lot of stuff to revisit when you're older and more capable of executing the ideas you had in your head.
Anyway, I'll be disappearing again āļø See you all next year
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Fast development
Masterlist
In most of the transformers comics, series, etc. it is show how fast a protoform or sparkling can get to the adulthood (but they are still called kids by the majority) for cybertronians it's the normal, like yeah, the little one just got out of the hot spot, just give it a few days, two to five in the best case scenario or a week in the worst to have a fully cooked cybertronian.
Even in the Christmas special we see how the scraplets trying to imitate a protoform maturation process, starting with a little body (for them at least) that starts to develop the face first with eyes (as in two or more deep lifeless empty holes), mouth (another void of darkness) and then little limbs, in that moment the protoform is totally dependant of others.
Imagine the whiplash it could give to a human parent that expected a cute little bot, it doesn't even last long.
(SPOILER AHEAD)
After the end of Unicron and the new future we can see sparklings playing with human kids, as in meaning not only cybertronians fostered their own kind but also humans and vice versa, having humans also raising protoforms.
Of course, with all the problems and the xenophobia (in all the directions) around, it would be a huge disaster in the first days if somebot tried to foster an orphan, it would be difficult in many ways to have a custody given by the human government, and don't even get me started in how overprotective Trypticon would be with his protoforms (as in forged from him), he would even go as far as demand constant visits just to be sure they are well cared and loved, we see how much he cares for them in the comic.
So, I like to imagine that some of the Terraformer sparklings came from Trypticon, as in Mariah, Mayhem and Codexia, and also the totally cybertronians that were later on adopted by a cybertronian-human couple like Amber Dust and Sideswipe II.
It was easy to have Mariah, in Jazz on words, I would like to think Trypticon didn't say much when the autobot asked about it and he was grateful for one of the new sparks to have loving family, maybe curious about the whole thing and a little worried, how can such a tiny protoform even exist, that was his main worry when Jazz conjunx endurae got the little spark out, the same with Codexia, like, hands down, even when the mech asking for a child is Optimus Prime and all the shit that comes with the name he knows Codexia was going to be loved since the first moment when Optimus took the femmling on his servos.
With Mayhem it was tricky, he tried to see if Soundwave was really going to be a good sire, given all the errors on his past, but he let him do it anyway since he has his own mistakes painted with energon and blood.
The unsaid threatening promise of vengeance on his part is obvious if anything were to happen to any of the protoforms forged from his own metal.
This can go different ways:
When Mariah was little she wasn't such a menace, she was quite the adorable little kid in the neighborhood, but once she understood how her little servo and existence hold the power of Trypticon's own presence she became such a little slag-
For Codexia it was different, she took the power on herself and was responsible about it, such a good kid.
Mayhem doesn't care, really, still goes to visit once a year.
Sideswipe II is a funny point, here was forged when everyone believed Sideswipe was going to kick it, and Arcee called him like her friend in loving memory and everyone accepted it, some still laugh when remembering the encounter between the two.
"I can't believe you named him after me"
"I almost lost hope, ok?"
What's the most funny point of this? When Sideswipe II looked at you he started to follow you around, big and round optics searching for you at every chance and even going as far as letting you touch him and give soft touches on his face.
"Sideswipe, little you is trailing behind me"
"He ain't me" he wasn't angry, not really, and it was even funny and cute to have such a young sparkling going behind you, making you look even smaller than you already were.
"His name is Sideswipe"
"We're going to give him another, it'll be troublesome if they call us-"
"Sideswipe!" It wasn't you, and obviously it wasn't Sides, both looked at the protoform, there was no mouth formed yet, but maybe the voice box was already developed, it was kind of young in his words, looking at you both before shouting "Sideswipe!", over and over, pointing at himself with a digit.
"No, mech, stop, you aren't-"
"Sideswipe!"
"I guess he learned his name"
"It ain't his-"
"Sideswipe!"
And so he was "Sideswipe II", or "Junior" by the older one, "son" when you two finally sealed the deal.
For Amber Dust it was a little more difficult, Jazz and you already had Pauline, but he couldn't live with himself leaving such a tiny protoform on his own, he found him when he got back to Cybertron and the liking and bond was immediate.
Jazz said he was on the smaller side, the runt of the whole batch, even less than your size when his limbs developed to the point of believe he was a mini, apparently fully cybertronian protoforms tend to be big pretty soon and follow others around, such curious little beans, he would follow Jazz around but also go with you, taking his servo on your hand and grabbing Pauline's too when going out, getting his helm on your lap for some cuddling before Pauline also joined.
You expected him to grow up like Pauline since Jazz said it was fast, you weren't ready for how fast it really took for him to be on his own (the empty nest syndrome was real).
Since they emerge protoforms tend to be given nicknames, Jazz called him lil' sounders because he liked to mimic words with his new vocalizer, you called him baby because he was your baby boy, Pauline, in the middle of her teenager years, called him Amber because his optics were yellow.
The name of Amber stuck, and while he got out of the house quickly, way too quickly to your own taste, he came back from time to time to say hi.
Amber Dust still calls you carrier and is still your baby boy.
Still, being young doesn't mean they forget like humans do, most cybertronians, if not everyone, can remember everything since they come online (in case of the constructed cold) or when they get out of the hot spot (natural delivery (?)), their databanks preserve every aspect of their lifes and so many cybertronian new spark remember their creators or mentors quite well.
But it can backfire, like in the case of trauma, just like Amber Dust.
#reader insert#x reader#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#transformers#transformers idw#terraformer au!#tf sideswipe#idw sideswipe#sideswipe#idw jazz#g1 jazz
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Just got done reading the last TF2 comic.
I'll be real, I dunno how to feel about it.
Think fast, chucklenuts. Spoilers below.
Now I think the reason why I feel mixed to the whole thing could possibly stem from me currently not being actively into TF2 at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'll always love the series. It has brought so much joy into my life. It helped create so many treasured memories. I met so many wonderful people, some that I'm still friends with to this day. However, I sort of fell off due to multiple reasons. Life, lack of updates, community bs, the bot problem. Not to mention the bitter sweet memories. The painful reminders of stuff I don't think I can fully talk about here.
This game and the goofy lore that came with it has been one of my biggest hyper fixations for almost 15 years.
Anyways, the comic was not quite what I expected, but in a good way. Sort of. I'll admit I wasn't big on some of the outcomes for certain characters. The art was amazing, as usual. Some really good visuals. I loved the multiple issue covers, hinting at just how scrambled a particular character's memory had become.
I don't have the spoons to cover everything from the comic, so here are some loose thoughts on random sections:
The beginning sort of gave away that everything was gonna be fine (for most of the cast), by revealing a time skip. I know the whole issue all over the place to keep the reader guessing, but it did get a little old at points.
Not surprised that Soldier had kids. Also it ain't a tf2 comic without him getting completely naked for seemingly no reason at all.
Scout having kids was a bit more surprising. Very wholesome though. The way he's stepping up as a single dad is so cute.
Oh right... Spy face reveal. It was fine. He looks like the fan made maskless spy model that has been around for years. Guess they didn't want to rock the boat with the fan interpretations?
Scout and Pauling did not hook up. I'm honestly glad, as I felt they worked better as just friends.
Glad that there was no Pyro unmasking and/or gender reveal. They are a fire starting enigma, better keep it that way. The fandom would not survive otherwise.
Heavy looked hot with a beard. No further notes.
Really upset that both Demoman and Medic barely said/did a thing this issue. I know Medic had a lot of character moments in previous comics, so I can sort of let that slide. But my man, Demo? They did him so dirty. We don't even get any hints as to what they got up to after the time skip (granted its like that with most of the mercs). Never a good day when your faves do literally nothing.
Same could be said for Sniper, although his arc was more about finding his real parents (then regretting that decision).
Good on Engineer for ending the cycle.
Good on Pauling for ending (allegedly?) a cycle also.
Gonna get blasted for this, however- I was kinda bored with Saxton's sections. Yeah, it was important to see how his arc ended (predictably at that), I'll admit that at least.
I think they literally forgot about Olivia. Like, for real, forgot that she was a character. Her "story" was such an afterthought.
Helen girl bossed a little too close to the sun and I was there for it.
We got to spend christmas with the mercs. Best wall break ever.
Alright, I can't just sum up my feelings on the biggest reveal in bullet points.
It was fine. Almost fitting in a sense.
I was honestly a bit mixed on Helen's "motives". Mainly because she literally forgot why she did everything. Yeah obviously she was getting revenge for something. The whole lore of TF2 has been building up to this moment. When it is revealed that she's been doing everything just to spite one man, yet in the end, loses her way.
I know it is implied she did it to avenge her family (mainly parents). The variations of the cover art hint that even she cannot remember how it happened, or if it even happened at all. Hate and grief can mess with a person's head in many ways, yet there is also the fact that she's lived for many years. You know how humans aren't naturally immortal? Mainly our brains would not be able to retain every memory in detail. If a person lived for centuries, they could forget a lot of important stuff about themselves, including things like family, partners, achievements, heck... even their own names. So it is not out of the realm of possibility that Helen has truly forgotten as to why she started all of this.
That or the writers were scared that nothing they could come up with would be satisfying enough for the community.
The reason why I find this fitting, is mainly from when Engineer tells Pauling that this was all for nothing.
Because from the start, TF2 barely had anything. It was never planned nor expected for it to get to this point. At launch it almost expected to be like every other FPS that was out at the time. It had no story. Hardly any characters to speak of. Yet despite all odds, there was something that most players found charming that they kept playing. Eventually forming a strong community that created and shared thoughts, ideas and theories on who the mercs are. Valve was more than happy, yet overwhelmed with this response, as even they've mentioned that none of them expected things to develop the way they have.
So in a way, it feels to me like the writers were saying that it was honestly never meant to be deep. TF2 has hardly taken itself seriously since day one. Valve literally never thought they'd get this far. Perhaps they never had a true ending in mind, but attempted something as a way of thanks.
And I'm more than alright with that.
I know it seemed like I picked at certain bits, but honestly, I was satisfied with what we got in the end (least we got it period). This was not on my 2024 bingo card at all. I still love this game, even though I don't play it anymore (and possibly never will again). TF2 has been my longest surviving fixation and I know I have a lot to thank it for.
I think I've exhausted all of my spoons. So sorry for the rambling. Ima end it here, aha.
#don't wanna put this in the tags#just ignore my ramblings lol#its kinda bittersweet#but honestly just glad we got an ending#I know some old faces are gonna message me about this#I kinda just wanted to get this out and rest#I'm handling a lot right now aha
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Not a prank exactly, but lemme tell you about the time a kid in my high school class managed to give me $50 without knowing it.
See, when I was a little kid, I was sort of trained by my birth mother to scope out coins on the ground when we were homeless, so my eyes were trained on shiny discs and folded green paper for the longest time. By the time my Mom ((grandmother who adopted me)) got custody of me, it was already a habit that was hard to break, so I'd chase after dropped coins to either give back to the person who dropped them or keep them if they didn't want them.
This also would happen at school.
One kid thought it was absolutely hilarious that I'd chase after pennies and nickels, and he started throwing them any chance he got. Thought it was a riot, and would laugh at exploiting what was essentially a tic I had for a while. The whole year, he'd throw coins on the floor in front of me and I'd get out of my seat to pick them up and ask if he wanted them back.
He didn't want them because "It's just pennies, what am I going to do with them??"
Everyone heard him say that. The teacher heard him say that. He absolutely gave me the okay to keep whatever he throws from then on. Alright, cool.
This continues for months. I would pocket the coins and drop them in a jar I had on my dresser, because I was saving money for some spending cash at Comic Con after having spent my Christmas money on a ticket half a year in advance. I was a teenager who didn't have a job, so my means of funds was usually just birthday or Christmas money I would ration out for specific fun things I really wanted, coins I saved, occasion tasks I'd earn up a little from, or just taking old stuff to the game store for in store credit to trade in. It was pretty cool back then, I got a rare Pilot Episode DVD of Samurai Jack for a buck once because the dollar store has some hidden gems if you dig through hard enough.
Anyway, this guy kept throwing coins at me, laughing and even getting other people to watch.
I kept picking up coins.
Finally, the last day of school comes for summer vacation, and it's just a month away from Comic Con, so I decided to bring the jar to class. He laughs at this awkward and heavy jar, which was an old glass candy jar with a strip of blue masking tape and "Fun Fund" written in sharpie on it.
I set the jar down smugly, and tell him "Hey, thanks for the $50, I really needed this for my trip to the Con next month."
I swear, his face dropped a few shades when he realizes that he just threw out half of a Ben Franklin's worth of cash this whole time. He starts getting mad and demanding I give it back to him.
"Nuh uh, you said I could keep it all."
"I DIDN'T KNOW THAT'S HOW MUCH IT WAS!"
The whole class and even the teacher agreed that yes, because he said I could keep it all when I asked several times over the year if he wanted it back, so it was definitely mine now.
Kid learned a $50 lesson that day.
I bought a Viz Media bag, a Kingdom Hearts manga, a Naruto headband, a King Ghidorah plush and four Sonic comic books at Comic Con that year
Best slow burn revenge I did, and probably my 2nd best revenge moment in school.
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Thess vs Computers in General
Computers. I love them, but sometimes I also hate them. Well, let's be fair, it's not the computers that I hate; they only allow me to access things, really, so it's the things that they access that I love or hate, and I can love them unconditionally because they allow me to access the good stuff and the bad stuff isn't their fault.
(Yes, I anthropomorphise my computers. We all do, I think. It's why we give them names. My current one is Gilmore, because my current one is powerful and glorious - and also has a colour-shifting LED in there so it's basically a Pride flag with a CPU.)
Anyway. Annoyances with the work systems continue, because ... well, they listened to about the whole thing where the software wasn't marking finished dictations as finished - sort of. What they did was try to make it so that it would attach our names to bits of dictation so they'd be able to look at a bit of dictation and know a typist had been at it even if it still got listed as Transcription Pending. Except ... well, despite the fact that we all log on to our own separate instances of this software and so it should be able to be an automatic thing to have our name stapled to them ... well, it should be automatic to have it listed as Finished when we click "Finished" and it's not doing that either. So what we have now is, every time we click a bit of dictation to type, a little window pops up and obliges us to put our initials into it before we can proceed to the typing. And because of the limitations of our frankly bullshit IT infrastructure, there's just enough pause between the clicking on the bit of dictation and the window popping open that, if you're on "speed-typing autopilot" (which I am basically all the time), you can kind of forget and leave the remote desktop window for the main desktop window where you're supposed to type the report. And then you press Play on the footpedal and nothing happens and then you remember and it's like, "Oh, fuck". IT Guy says he's going to try to automate the initials thing, but I'm not holding my breath. We're apparently not even going to be using this iteration of the software for that long anyway, so why they're making these changes is beyond me.
Also I still can't drag and drop a chunk of typing into my personal queue. This makes it harder to manage my workload effectively, and also not only makes it easier for Temp to pick out all the nice little short easy typing she craves, but also makes it easier to hide that she's doing it, because I have no way of checking up on her. I know she's doing it; I just couldn't prove it if I was asked to. So ... yeah, this is great for her and sucks for me. Story of my life where work is concerned, to be fair.
There was a break at 3pm-ish. Well. I say 'break', but that was the most tense part of my day, I think. Because that was when the autograph slots for the Critical Role cast's upcoming visit to London's MCM Comic Con went on sale. Now, after one year of missing it because I didn't know I had to book in advance (though I met a lovely woman who is now one of my D&D players, so it worked out okay), and another year of missing it because global pandemic, I was going to up and fucking die if I had to miss it again. And that was even with seeing the prices on the tickets.
Side note: I can talk about this now - there was an issue when I saw how expensive the tickets were going to be. Like, we're talking Ā£63 per autograph. That's nearly doubled from the last time, if memory serves me. Now, my mother had agreed to having the autographs and the ticket to the expo itself be my combination Christmas / birthday gift for the 2023/2024 holiday season (my birthday's in February so that's kind of how I look at it) but Ā£63 x 8 is Ā£504 and the ticket itself brings the entire thing up to an even Ā£600 and that was just ... way, way too much to ask. Yes, even for both gift-giving events. So I emailed my mother going, "This is what it is going to cost and I will totally understand if it is too much; can we please discuss something reasonable?" And she emailed me back with a "Yikes" and an offer of paying for just over half of them. Thankfully I had some money squirreled away for a new graphics card. I hadn't been saving for very long, so there was only just about enough to cover it if I pitched in some of this month's fun money, but y'know what? A new graphics card can wait. I have been waiting years for this, and I may never get this chance again.
Anyway, so I made sure everything was set up - debit card out and at the ready, MCM page open to let me refresh for the "Book Tickets Here" button as quickly as possible, etc etc, and a couple of minutes before 3pm, I moved from my little WFH office set-up to my home set-up (I have a long desk; the side near the window is my rig and dual monitors; the other side is my dinky work laptop propped on a bunch of RPG sourcebooks) and started navigating. Now, the first thing that happened was unbelievably slow loading as everyone swamped the page at once.
The next thing that happened was the whole server crashed on their end. Some of you might have heard the frustrated Quebecois swearing.
Thankfully that did not last long and things were running a lot smoother after that. And, after a bit of poking around my bank app validating the purchase (to be fair, that's a big spend for me) ... confirmation page and confirmation email went *ping* at me.
...So ... this is actually happening.
After all these years, THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING!
It's going to hurt. It's going to hurt like hell. But it's going to be so worth it. And the best part? I'll have help! Mum can't go because she's visiting North America on that specific weekend, more's the pity, but she'd only have been coming on the Friday anyway. However, one of my D&D players - the one I met at MCM Comic Con the last time the Critical Role cast came to town - is coming as well, and I have offered her my sofa for the long weekend and I'll have company and someone with me in case of anything worse than the ow. You know, the bullshit like vertigo, balance problems, all that kind of thing. And someone to figuratively speaking slap me upside the head if I start going, "Eh, maybe I don't need an accessibility lanyard..."
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find some way of dealing with adrenaline afterburn. Because I was honestly expecting more to go wrong and it didn't but my body was in fight-or-flight mode for days and I am still vibrating. Also I probably need to start actively thinking about Scent of a Warden-ing Bell's Hells...
(Also I think I am going to raid the blackberry bushes that grow around the local cemetery and make blackberry tea out of them. And give some to Taliesin because a) actual Dead People Tea and b) how much more goth do you get than "blackberries from a literal cemetery"?)
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KMN - July 28
Hey everyone. Matt here.
I havenāt posted a news update in awhile, with the last one beingĀ
d e p r e s s i n g
SO UH, this one is going to be more positive, because Iām in a good mood.Ā
First off. WOAH! So much has happened. I recently started making shorts form content on both YouTube and TikTok since it takes a while for me to make more longer in detail videos. And HOLY CRAP, Those shorts are popular!! Especially on YouTube, I have now reached 100 subscribers. That is so cool. Thank you!!!
And NEWGROUNDS!! I was in a art collab and that was super cool to be part of. Being with other artist and seeing different styles. It was so cool. Iāve also gained some more followers on Newgrounds, WHICH IS ALSO REALLY COOL! THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING.Ā Whatās also cool is that one of my animations is part of the homepage ON Newgrounds. That was such a cool thing to wake up and see.Ā
My art stuff is getting more popular. This is honestly my dream to make art and animations and Iām so glad that its growing and Itās honestly making me happy. Thank you everyone.
Now, hereās some other updates.
I start college in 2 weeks. Classes start in 3 weeks, but since Iām part of my collegeās marching band, I move in a week early. Once I start college, I know work on videos and comics is going to be really draining on me. But Iām hoping to still make animations.
Thatās why I am announcing that, at least right now for the month of August, I wonāt be making anymore comics. This is so I can have more time focusing on animations and not having to worry about making a comic. I do like making comics, but I wanted to focus on what is getting more popular, which is the short animations.Ā
The series I am working, EggsWithNuts, is still being worked on by me. Iāve actually went and rebooted the characters behind the scenes into original characters. The ones I was using the comics and some of the animations was just me and my friends. But after thinking and talking to my friends about it. Iāve decided that Iām not really comfortable having my friends online in a series I make if they donāt want to do it. Especially if itās later on in life and they donāt want themselves part of my animations anymore, or if me and a friend stops being friends. I donāt want to have to worry about that, so I have been working on original characters, some I have been using in these shorts
Iāve also been working on some āstorytimeā videos. I donāt know if they are storytime or not. The first one I am talking about is growing up with Minecraft, and another one being growing up with FNAF. Those are the ones I am currently working on as of right now.
So what could you expect from me in the next coming months.
Here are some plans I have. Note that these could change once college starts, and videos not being done in time. But here is a rough idea of what I would want to happen.
End of July
At least 1 more short
Growing Up with Minecraft
August
GET THAT BABY! (original animation)
Growing Up with Five Nights at Freddyās
A FNAF animation
3-5 shorts
September
Inside The Mind of Genius
3-5 Shorts
Being a Band KidĀ
Tom Cardy - Business Man Animation
October
EggsWithNuts Halloween Episode
3-5 Shorts
A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING (original animation)
November
Growing Up with Modern SpongeBob
3-5 Shorts
EggsWithNuts - Movie Night
December
EggsWithNuts Christmas Episode
3-5 Shorts
Hopefully I can do all of these, and maybe even more. Who knows.
Anyways. Thatās it for this issue of KMN. Iām going to be very busy this next month so I donāt know when Iāll make another KMN for sure. I will at least try to before classes start.
Thank you everyone for all the support on the animations on Youtube, TikTok and Newgrounds.
Letās hope for the best year of content around!
-KingMatt
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Weekend Top Ten #619
Top Ten Things That Might Happen in 2024
January is always the time I do kind of āyear-endā style lists about the year just gone and the year that weāre all getting used to. After my mini review of 2023 last week, now Iām turning my gaze to the horizon and thinking about all the exciting-seeming things that Iām going to end up being disappointed by in 2024.
I think these lists used to be a little bit easier as there were huge āthingsā hanging over the horizon ā an Avengers, a Halo, a bunch of comics ā but whether itās just fatigue, time, or my interests narrowing a little bit, I tend to be happier to wait and see. This is also because a lot of the things I really end up loving are ones that kind of come out of nowhere ā Everything Everywhere All at Once, Only Murders in the Building, Driverās Licence ā and I couldnāt have predicted how much Iād fall for them beforehand. The big franchises tend to rumble on and I love them to bits ā well, the MCU at least ā but Iām happy just taking them as they come.
Despite all that, there are quite a lot of things that Iām excited about this year. Iāve tried not to just say āeverything thatās on Game Passā or whatever, and look in the nooks and crannies for things that really seem like theyāre going to be incredibly cool. I remain, of course, a basic bitch; thereās Marvel stuff on here, Xbox games, a bunch of moviesā¦ same stuff as always. But it looks cool!
Anyway, thatās enough for now. Here we go, gazing into my Palantir of futureness to see what there is to see. Catch you on the flipside!
Iām Seeing Hamilton!: Iām a very big fan of the musical Hamilton, which Iāve only ever see on Disney+, and listened extensively to its soundtrack. So Iām obviously incredibly excited by the fact that next month Iām going to see the show here in Manchester. Itās going to be weird hearing the songs sung by people other than the famous Broadway cast, but I canāt wait to actually see it live and for real.
Great Films Set in Deserts: the two biggest films of the year to me are Dune: Part Two and Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, follow-ups to two of my favourite films from their respective years. Dune I adored as a huge-screen epic adaptation on the scale of The Lord of the Rings ā and in its own way just as earnest and successful an adaptation. The second half of the book is when things really kick off so Iām expecting some audacious IMAX action and Josh Brolin playing a baliset. And then Furiosa, the gonzo prequel to Fury Road, starring Anya Taylor-Joy as a young Charlize Theron, and an almost unrecognisable Chris Hemsworth. Fury Road is a landmark, stunning achievement in action cinema, so whatever George Miller wants to do in that world is of tremendous interest. And, yes, both these awesome films are set primarily in the desert. Whoād have thunk?
Doctor Who Continues to Return: pretty much my favourite thing about 2023 was the return to form of Doctor Who, one of my favourite shows which I felt had gone off the boil a wee bit. Ncuti Gatwa has already impressed in the Christmas special episode, and now we get to see a full season, with nice, enjoyable arcs and mysteries and weirdness. Russell T. Daviesā social conscience continues to ensure Who remains a terrifically progressive, forward-thinking show, which is also very nice; and we might even get some sexy spin-offs too.
Deadpool 3, aka The MCUās Year Off: the MCU took a bit of a kicking last year; partly at the box office but especially from critics ODāing on schadenfreude. This year is almost a bit of a reset, as the various strikes of ā23 have pushed back almost everything that was due out in the next twelve months. As such we have one film to look forward to, but what a doozy: Deadpoolās MCU debut, the first R-rated movie in the canon, with Hugh Jackman back as Wolverine to boot. And it appears it might be making fun of the entire Fox buyout and the end of their X-Men universe. True, there will be some shows ā Echo, Agatha, maybe Daredevil ā but it does feel like a chance for the studio to exhale, take stock, and kick everything down again in 2025. And Deadpool 3 could be utterly fantastic.
The Rohirrim Ride Once More: Iāve already mentioned the Lord of the Rings movies in this list, and here they are again. Basically, I think theyāre the best movie trilogy of all time, the best literary adaptation of all time, and in general are just flippinā fantastic. So Iām beyond excited for The War of the Rohirrim, an animated prequel focusing on my beloved pseudo-Celtic horse lords. Brian Cox is playing Helm Hammerhand, the visuals are based on Peter Jacksonās trilogy, and Miranda Otto narrates the whole thing as Eowyn. The Ride of the Rohirrim scene in The Return of the King is a stunning piece of cinema I rewatch time and again; I hope this can be just one-tenth as good.
Spider-Man Gets Hitched (Again): I donāt often talk about comics on here anymore as Iām not going into comic shops that regularly, so I just feel a bit out of the industry, so to speak. But this year we do get a new comic about Spider-Man that touches on one of my favourite aspects of the character: his married life. Ultimate Spider-Man ā which launched this week but which I have yet to read ā is a whole new universe and new take on the character; but as I do really like it when heās a bit older, married to MJ, and has a kid, itās definitely right up my street.
Great Games Incoming: last year I think I was most excited about Starfield, even if maybe it didnāt quite live up to expectations (I still really like it though!). This year I donāt think thereās one ābigā game thatās frothing me up; but all the same, thereās a lot on itās way. Next week, for instance, weāre going to see more of Hellblade 2, Avowed, and Indiana Jones just for starters; and personally I canāt wait for Ara: History Untold, Xboxās Civ-a-like. And thatās before all the weird and quirky games that just look damn cool: Plucky Squire, for instance, and hopefully Lightyear Frontier, the StardewĀ-meets-Transformers game that was delayed from ā23. Despite having more than enough to play already, I think 2024 is going to drip-feed a steady stream of excellent games throughout the year.
ā¦And a Whole New Console (Probably): the games are exciting enough, but it looks almost certain that weāre going to get a sexy new console too. The Switch 2 (Super Switch? Switch U? Switcheroo?) is probably coming out in 2024; I doubt Iāll be getting one right away, but itās always incredibly exciting to finally see what Nintendo have up their sleeves. I imagine a refined, sexier, more umph-y Switch; how it lands price-wise and with issues regarding backwards compatibility really determines how crazy itās going to make me. And on the subject of hardware, we may be getting a cool new Xbox controller, with haptic triggers and all sorts; thatās Christmas 2024 sorted, then.
A Good Year for Star Wars: Iāve gone a bit lukewarm on Star Wars recently; although itās been in the news this week with the announcement of The Mandalorian and Grogu movie and itās really made me want to catch up with the series I missed. Anyway, 2024 is a big year for the franchise; presumably weāre going to get at least one film finally in production, and on TV we should have (I believe) the second season of Andor and Skeleton Crew, the intriguing Jude-Law-is-a-Jedi-mentor-to-a-bunch-of-kids thingie. If that wasnāt enough, Ubisoftās Star Wars: Outlaws looks like a bit of wish fulfilment in game form, and weāre getting an amazing-looking remaster of one of the best games in a galaxy far, far away, Dark Forces. More did you spake?
Transformers, at Last: I finally started reading Transformers by Daniel Warren Johnson, the new iteration of the franchise published by Skybound and Image. As itās only three issues old, Iām really intrigued to see how its story plays out this year; its interesting tweaks on the old G1 Sunbow/Marvel storyline have enough contemporary wrinkles and the artwork is excellent. Yes, obviously, itās nowhere near as good as the highs of IDW; but, really, weāre looking back nearly ten years to those fascinating stories. This is an intriguing start and I wanna see where it goes.
#top ten#movies#games#books#2024#2024 preview#things that might happen in 2024#dune#hamilton#star wars#transformers
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(12 Days of Kinkmas) Day 1: Public Sex
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni oral(m receiving), edging, risk of getting caught, sex toys
Summary: Eddie gives you an early Christmas present
A/N: My first 12 days of kinkmas fic, I hope you all like it (roughly proofread)
As always likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
Word Count: 2.4k
You had come over to Eddieās to see him before his campaign, the last one of the season before Christmas, heād been going on about it for weeks telling you it was gonna be the best yet. When you got here, he was head deep in piles of paper going over any final details like a maniac, muttering to himself, you being used to it just mindlessly flicked through one of his comics. You still werenāt sure he had even heard or seen you come in.
After a while you got into the comic forgetting about your boyfriend for a moment until he plopped down on the bed beside you. āHiā he finally greets you, smiling up at you with a big goofy grin.
āHiā you return the smile, leaning down to give his lips a quick peck.Ā
āThis is newā he says, tugging on the fabric of your skirt, that playful glint in his eyes. You just nod as he rests a hand on your bare thigh āThese new too?ā he asks, quickly diving his head down to peek up your skirt.Ā
āEddie!ā you squeal through your laughter, lightly shoving him off you.Ā
āWhat I was only looking!ā He holds his hands up in defense.Ā
āYou're an idiot Munsonā you sigh, rolling your eyes with affection.Ā
āYes but Iām your idiotā he beams, a hand reaching for the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. Heās first to deepen it, craning his up for more and letting his tongue glide past your bottom lip, you let him without a moment of hesitation. He brought his other hand to your knee, hooking it under to pull you onto his lap.Ā
āEddieā you pull away and heās quick to move to your neck, burying his face in the crook of it sucking on the spots he knows you are most sensitive. āEddieā you say again, lacing your fingers through his curls. You get nothing but a āhmm?ā in response, he was too focused on marking you.. āEddie, your campaign, you're gonna be lateā you remind him, a breathy moan escaping you as his thigh grinded against your clothed clit.Ā
āI- wonāt- we- have- plenty- of- time-ā he said, each word between kisses.
You pulled him off your neck āEddie itās four thirty, you have to be there at five!ā you remind him. As much as you didnāt want him to stop, you werenāt about to be the reason he was late to his most anticipated game of the year.Ā
āShitā he groaned, resting his forehead on your chest āsorry sweetheart.ā
āSāokay, Iāll see you tomorrow anyway, how about you come round to mine?ā you suggest, moving off his lap which he protested to.Ā
āOrā¦ā he started, hands coming to rest on your waist.Ā
āOr?ā you wait for him to continue, you could practically see the gears turning in his mind.Ā
āCan I give you something?ā He asks, getting up from the bed and going to his closet. You watch him pull out a black box tied with a pale pink ribbon. He sees the confusion on your face āItās an early christmas presentā he says, handing it over to you.Ā
āEddie you didnāt have to-ā he cuts you off with a scoff.
āLike you havenāt gotten me anything after I told you not too, besides itās for the both of us, well mostly me I guessā he smirks, sitting down in front of you.Ā
From his suggestive tone you guessed it was some skimpy underwear set he wanted to see you in. You untied the ribbon, you could feel Eddieās eyes on you as you lifted the lid and you felt your cheeks heat up. Inside was an egg shaped toy, you pick it up, the soft purple silicone felt nice against your skin. You examine it for a moment, it only had one button on the side to turn it on so you pressed and nothing happened.Ā
āHow does it work?ā you finally break the silence and look up at Eddie, who looks like he couldnāt be more turned on right now. He doesnāt say anything, but pulls a very small controller out of his pocket and presses on of the buttons. You jump slightly as the toy starts to vibrate in your hand.Ā
āEddieā you speak in a hushed voice, not knowing what to say.
āDo you like it?ā he asks, turning it off again āThe woman at the store said they were very popular, thought maybe youād like to try it?āĀ
āI love it, really I do, but why would you give me this nowā you ask, but you felt like you already knew what he was gonna say next.
āWell maybe we could try it out, how about you come sit in on the campaign tonight?ā he gives you that mischievous smile he always does when he comes up with these dirty ideas.Ā
āEddie we canāt, what if someone catches usā the thought made you warm inside.Ā
āAs long as you are a good girl and stay quiet, nobody will know, come on I know you want toā he scoots closer to you. āYou want people to watch me make you feel good donāt you?ā he leans in again to kiss you. āI promise it will be fun and if you want me to stop at any time, all you have to do is squeeze my hand three times and Iāll stop.ā
āOkayā you give in, not that you needed any persuasion when it came to Eddie, but his reassurance was enough for you to put yourself in his control for the night.Ā
āGreat! Well we better get going, canāt be late for the gameā he says, taking the toy from your hands and putting it into his bag. āReady?ā he asks, standing in the doorway with a shit-eating grin.Ā
You were in for it tonight.Ā
āāāāāāāāāā
The anticipation was killing you as you pulled up to the crowded parking lot of Hawkinās High. There was a basketball game tonight, so the whole school was there. You spotted a few of your friends on your way inside, but instead of following them into the gym like you usually would you went the opposite way with Eddie.
āYou could go with them you know, I wonāt mind I know dnd isnāt really your thingā Eddie said, opening the door at the end of the corridor to the school basement, holding it for you with a smug look on his face.Ā
āShut upā you huffed, pushing past him.Ā
You watched Eddie as he set everything up, the ache between your thighs becoming harder and harder to ignore. He set up his station and lifted out his dice, everything he did, he seemed to be doing a lot more slower than usual, casting glaces to you as you rocked impatiently on the balls of your feet trying to fight the Hawkins chill that swept through the place.Ā
Finally he pulled out an extra chair placing it right next to his throne at the head of the table. āCāmereā he calls you over, opening his arms. You walk into them wrapping your own around his waist āyou sure you want to do this?ā he double checks.
You nod into his chest taking in his cologne āPleaseā you sigh.Ā
He pulls away, reaching into his bag and pulling out the toy āshit, I shouldāve brought some lube or somethingā he mutters to himself, searching for the controller.Ā
āDonāt worry Iām not gonna need itā you blurt making him laugh.Ā
āOkay thenā he says, taking a seat on his throne, tapping his knee for you to come and sit. You sit down and already you could feel the bulge in his pants.Ā
āHurry before the others get hereā you say, resting your head on his shoulder.
One of his hands immediately slipped underneath your skirt, feeling the fabric of your panties āShit you werenāt joking, youāre soakedā he groaned, you swear you felt him twitch beneath you. He moved your underwear to the side, dipping his fingers between your wet folds causing you to let out a breathy moan.Ā
āPlease Eddieā you whine, bucking your hips.
āOkay, okayā he cooed, removing his hand to grab the toy. He looked at you for confirmation, you nodded. He rubbed it between your folds, gathering your slick before pressing it against your entrance. He spread your legs wider and pushed the toy inside.
āEddie..ā you moaned in his ear, burying your face in his neck. The stretch felt so good and once he had fully inserted it, it was snug against your sweet spot.Ā
āThat okay?ā he asks, fixing your underwear back in place.Ā
āMore than okayā you smile up at him, he brings you in for a kiss.Ā
You sat like that for a while, kissing and sucking on each other's necks, Eddieās ringed fingers squeezing your doughy thighs, until the door opened. You were quick to pull away but Eddie held you firmly in his lap.Ā Ā Ā
āJesus Christ, get a room!ā Gareth groaned, once he caught sight of you two.Ā
āShut upā Eddie waves a dismissing hand, giving you one last kiss before letting you go. He showed you the controller slipping it into his pocket. You take your seat next to him, everyone finally arriving, saying their hellos to you, Eddieās friends loved having you around and it wasnāt unusual seeing you there.Ā
Once everyone was seated and had everything ready, the game began. It didnāt take long for everyone including you to get into it, Eddie was good at his role it was hard not to get involved. For a moment you had forgotten why you were there in the first place, that was until Eddie was giving a speech trying to build suspense and suddenly he pressed on one of the buttons. You yelp at the sudden vibrations buzzing through your core, everyone turned to look at you puzzled, everyone except Eddie.
āYou okay there sweetheart?ā he asked, fake concern.
You compose yourself quickly, cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment āI- um yes, sorry just hit my shinā you give them a reassuring smile, rubbing your leg. They all went back to ignoring you and Eddie finished his speech, sitting back down in his throne with a cocky grin. You focused on the mild vibrations, Eddie watches you as he clicks another button turning them up. You fold over slightly, squeezing your thighs together. Eddie holds his hand out for you to take, smug bastard you think you yourself, you werenāt about to tap out this early. He practically reads your mind, turning his attention back to the game.Ā
Time went on, Eddie testing out every setting the toy had to offer, leaving you squirming in your seat. He hadnāt let you cum once, he could tell when you were close turning the toy off completely, letting you recover then going back to torturing you. You had just recovered when he sent the strongest vibrations your way again making you let a quiet whine escape your lips which you did your best to cover up with a cough. It earned you a few confused glances but everyone was focused on the game. He had been doing this to you for almost two hours, you couldnāt take it anymore.Ā
āI- Iām gonna go to the bathroomā you said, standing up abruptly.Ā
āCan it wait? We were just about to get to the good part, donāt want you to miss itā Eddie said, looking up at you with those sinful eyes, holding out his hand to you. Another button pressed had you falling back into your seat.
āSureā you managed, crossing your legs giving him a smile through gritted teeth, this boy would be the death of you.
He went on with his tormenting for another while, you were on the verge of tears, as much as you hated it you reached for his hand. You squeezed it once hesitating but then he sent another shock of vibrations and you squeezed him another two times.Ā
āRight guys I think now would be a good time for a quick breakā Eddie announces, the vibrations stopping. They all agreed and Eddie took your hand pulling you to your feet, your legs shaking.Ā
He led you out to the empty corridor āEddie please I canāt take it anymoreā you whimper.
āMe neither, do you know how hard it was to not cum in my jeans just watching you?ā he said, unbuttoning his pants.Ā
āWe can't do it here, someone could see us!ā you watch as he pulls the waistband of his underwear down to free his erection, the tip slick with his pre cum.Ā
āNot if weāre quickā he clicked the controller again and you fell to your knees in front of him, letting out a loud enough moan that echoed through the halls. Eddie looked down at you with a satisfied grin ābest get to work sweetheart.āĀ
You sat up and held him by the base of his cock, placingĀ him on your tongue, licking up any pre cum. He let you go at your own pace as you sucked him into your mouth, pumping the rest of his length that you couldnāt fit in your mouth without gagging.Ā
He set the vibrations as high as they could go, your moans and cries muffled by his cock making him groan above you. You reach your free hand down to play with your aching clit, chasing your orgasm.Ā
There was a sound from around the corner that had you pulling away, but Eddie was quick to place a hand in your hair holding you in place. He shook his head, bringing a finger to his lips to shush you before continuing to pump himself into your mouth, tip slipping further now your throat. He tugs his lip between his teeth and you know heās close.Ā
You try your best to keep your moans and whimpers low, as the noises fade away, thankfully not coming your direction. You rub fast circles on your clothed clit, your underwear drenched and you cum with a loud cry around him, tipping Eddie over the edge as well.Ā
āOh sweethea- Shitā he struggles to keep quiet himself as he empties his load into your mouth. Your thighs twitching beneath you with the aftermath of your powerful release. He pulls you off once he is finished, you gasping, trying to recover. āHoly shit, we are definitely doing that againā Eddie says, winded, falling back against the wall.
You swallow his cum, wiping your face with a shaking hand and let out a stifled laugh āYeah, we are.ā
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