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[brockfoll112]

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[luxorpen]

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[tomoleary]

Gil Kane “Blackmark” cover art (1969) Cap'n's Comics

Final cover

[curapicas]

yeah, go ahead and put religious imagery in the "Luffy Becomes God" arc

[warriorsproject-sorted]

[ripio]

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[vulnonapix1234]

I might actually have a coherent story for my mermaid au.

Art comes first though

Basically, Hobie saves Miles from an blackmarked when he was 12 and Miles was 10.

He was a really poor kid that just wanted to steal some food when he came across a really fucked up fish in a fish bowl.

(Mermaids that haven't gone through puberty are more fish than person)

When said fucked up fish pleaded for his help, he couldn't say no.

No one deserved to be chained up and locked away.

So he stole the fish, threw him into the ocean and was the most wanted person on his island for a few weeks.

10 years later and Hobie is in a bit of a prickle.

He had been separated from his crewmates after some marine idiots destroyed their ship.

Somehow he made it to the next island and he also got the signal of where his other crewmembers are.

The problem?

He had no idea how to reach it.

Hobie could, of course, always steal a ship, but he wasn't stupid enough to travel the seas alone.

So he was most likely stuck.

Then walks in the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

(Don't tell pav that)

Their eyes met and the pretty boy walked towards him with fast steps.

"You don't remember me, do you?"

His words where carful as he starred at him and Hobie could only shake his head.

Hed remember such pretty eyes.

"It's fine. After all, it had been a long time. Let me just say that you have one good by me"

It sounded like an extremely obvious trap.

A beautiful man comes up to the pirate in need and offers him his help.

And yet. Hobies gut instincts told him that the guy was save.

So they steal a small boat and travel a few days to the signaled meet up point.

It was then that hobie truly saw that Miles was a great navigator and a delight to be around.

He never thought that he would learn so much about art than he did on the time they where on the boat together.

He really wanted Miles to be apart of his crew, but he also didn't want to force him to become a criminal.

So he was ready to say goodbye to him when he reunited with his crew.

Exept that some of them actually knew them.

Apparently, he was in an adventure with Peter, Ham, Noir, Penny and Gwen a few years back.

(Funnily, it had started out similar to theirs. Exept that he punched an admiral in the face)

So Peter made him join their crew, as it had to be fate, and Miles seemed to be delighted about it.

(Hobie had made sure that he didn't feel pressured into it)

So, everything worked out fine, right?

Their ship finally had someone that was good at navigation and Margo could finally concentrate on her machines.

Wrong. Because their Captain hated Miles guts for some reasons.

Miguel might be an ashole and all, but he usually treated his crew with care.

(The truth is that Miguel could bear the look of Miles. Of a mermaid standing on his deck and claiming someone on his crew. After all. The love of a mermaid was possessive and ruinous and he wouldn't let that monster hurt those who are his.)

(The real truth is that Miguel once was a mermaid, before his scales where robbed from him. Seeing Miles made him remember of his live bellow the ocean. Memories of a better time with his family. )

(Miles had been unsure what he did to anger the older mermaid. No matter how often he signaled that he didn't mean harm, the older still reacted as if he would rip out his throat. )

(That was till Miles learned about the robbery. Then he reacted in violence)

[moonstone-vibe]

Okay, following @starsmadeinheaven's example, I shall advertise some of my older Hetalia fics as well (since the fucking muse won't give me anything new and grand currently !|^$)|&|R!!@!)

La Mort et le Petit Lapin - very dark and twisted FrUk, Halloween-appropriate (you have been warned)

Midnight Hours - supernatural detective FrUk, with a considerable amount of crack and hotness

Blackmarked - a PruHun fairytale of black magic, crack but surprisingly romantic eventually

Spell of the Axe - unrelated prequel in the Blackmarked Au - DenNor with magic, crack, hotness, adventure and low-key viking stuff

...and last but not least, the shit that has been on-and-off obsessing me since last year but we can't come up with anything this grand (or fucked-up) presently

End of Innocence - very dark but surprisingly well-ending GerIta and SpaMano (not so well ending, but it could have been much worse considering) featuring love, demons, madness, inquisition and... yeah, also Halloween-appropriate.

[oz-me]

I have to do this. More posts to come about this, but this is a quick post from my twitter about everything that happened with Sad Milk.: This context is entirely from twitter, with the expectation Blair will see it.

I think it’s time that I actually speak out on the current twitter threads regarding Sad Milk. I cannot express how scared I am to do this, the fear I have in my gut to even speak out. However, I do feel it’s important to say my peace on this subject matter.

Yeah, it’s a mess, but the tweet threads posted by wonder and Click, and what they have stated about Sad Milk is the truth. I will be adding those threads below.

The whole project was a mess. From start to finish. I really wish I didn’t need to do this, but with the flurry of Dm’s I’ve been getting, I don’t have a choice but to speak out.

Blair, I’m sorry, but you have hurt me. I need to speak without being told by you “Oh I’m just the villain? I’m always in the wrong?” or something along those lines. Words I have heard from you consistently. I want to be heard for once. I need to clear my mind and conscious after holding this in for 2 years. Forgive me, but it's what needs to be done. When looking at the whole of the project, it was mostly controlled and run by Blair. 

Her main worry was that because of her, in her words, "Lack of Personality" she felt as though her contribution to sadmilk needed to be the managerial bureaucracy behind the scenes to justify her presence. This led to a defensive approach when anyone would attempt to assist with the nitty gritty behind the scenes. (Despite her claiming that no one wanted to help her. One of the factors she claims to be the final nail in the coffin of Sad Milk). Blair was indeed the aggressor. She always has been. As an example of this behavior, look at the legal eagle situation. Blair has the habit of starting fights, but will almost never publicly apologize if proven wrong.

She will instead hide behind a private apology probably, and from my perspective, act as though this makes everything better. Afterall, she would express to me that admitting error would only make her look stupid and weak.

This will be followed by her blocking people on twitter, silencing her detractors through youtube channel bans, deleting comments, and putting her accounts on the downlow to prevent interaction. For example, on Sad Milk, she would blacklist former collaborators from being mentioned, but manually approve hateful comments towards them, which in my opinion, were specifically ones which instead praised her or the remaining members. Including me. This is her MO. It has been for the 4 years that I’ve known her. It actually perfectly ties into how we first met and began to be on speaking terms in April of 2019. Sadmilk was very much like this. At the first sign of dissonance, her response was to have me confront OT and Click with this list of talking points in an attempt to show them just how wrong they were. Which I accepted. This brings me to, well. Me. What is missing from both Click and Wonders threads, is that fact that I acted as Blairs front runner. Anything Blair needed to say went through me first. Essentially act as a spokesman. This was actually a common factor in our relationship. 

I would always act as a filter to keep her out of drama or from saying things which would be seen as offensive or kindle for a larger fire. I stopped doing this in January. This does not excuse me from protecting her for this long, but it is the truth. I could take the approach and say I was manipulated. Which, perhaps I was, but I still knew what I was doing was wrong. I always did, and it always hurt. It left a huge blackmark on my spirit and my ability to feel comfortable in my own skin. I had moved to Colorado, got a house, and lived with her at the time. She was in my life every day and I would hear these theories and villainous explanations directed at anyone who “wronged” her. It was hard to avoid, let alone not fall for them. I believed it was my responsibility to protect my friend from something that, in my view, was clearly hurting her, something that I felt was eating at her and making her daily life worse. Things which in hindsight, could have been solved with a conversation she was unwilling to have. Instead the conspiring, backstabbing, and rumor machine were put into full swing. I, much as wonder and Salty, were forced by Blair to choose between her or Click and OT. Of course I chose the person I lived with. What was I going to do? Move again? I mean I could have.. Once I chose my side, I was met with praise and adoration from her and her modstaff. It, at the time, felt like I was making the right decision. Fuck man. Boy was I wrong. I’ve lost so many friends, isolated myself, been at her side despite feeling like my connections to the world were being severed. I always acted as her talking piece, from yelling at One Topic, to berating click, and other things I did in service of someone who at the time, I believed every word of. I trusted Blair to hell and back and thought I was doing good. I have learned since then, through both self reflection and conversations with old friends, just how much I was (unintentionally, hopefully) used. 

There, of course, is more. Much more. More than I could ever hope to cram into this stupid fucking twitter thread that I know I’m going to get angry DMs and phone calls over. 

Blair. I need you to know that YOU hurt me. More than you realize. I know you’re scanning this and having your team read over it. Maybe even looking at sending me a legal threat as you parade around to do so. But I want you to apologize for once in your life and take accountability. Please. Blair, you would rather paint the world red than admit you have fault. 

[luxorpen]

Blackboard Markers

Luxor blackboard markers are an excellent writing instrument used for writing on blackboards and whiteboards. These markers are specifically designed for use on non-porous surfaces such as glass, metal, plastic, and chalkboards. They are known for their versatility, longevity, and affordability.

[cccovers]

Marvel Preview #17: Marvel Preview Featuring Blackmark (Winter 1979) cover by Romas Kukalis.

[symphonicdemise]

Moved from (x) @mistborn

Tarn frowned a little behind his mask when the larger mech looked a little disappointed. "𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒱𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝐼'𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉. 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽." There was a soft smile to his words, hoping it would make him feel a little better. His optics followed the cube as he raised it and drained all the liquid down his intake. His optics widened a little when his glossa peaked out. Oh... he'd forgotten about that sinful glossa. How it made him feel not terribly long ago. He shook his helm a little, as if it would will the thoughts away.

"𝒯𝒽𝑒… 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃?" It was hard to hide the incredulousness from his voice. Just as he asked, Tesarus and Helex were rounding the corner together. The two behemoths were idly chatting before Tarn came into view. He held a digit up to Vaportrail, positioned out of view.

"Blackmarks. Both of you." He said, keeping his attention on his two subordinates. They both groaned in unison.

"Awwh, Come on boss, what for this time?" The smelter asked. Tarn folded his arms over his chassis, tilting his helm curiously before motioning down the hall towards the door that was closing up. "We weren't out that long! Not like anything could've gotten in, this planet is practically deserted." he tried to reason.

It was then that Tarn gently pulled Vaportrail into view as he was lapping at the energon in the cube. Helex went a bit wide eyed, it was rare to find a mech who rivaled his own size that wasn't a combiner.

"As I said, blackmarks for the both of you. You're very lucky that I know who this mech is." He scolded them. "Now, both of you, go help prepare for take off. Wait for my command to depart." He ordered, waving a servo to dismiss them. Helex and Tesarus didn't need any further convincing, retreating away to do as comanded.

"𝐼 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒹." He said, turning back to face Vaportrail as he kept lapping at the cube. He reached up and gently pulled the cube away from him. "𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓈.. 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝓊𝒷𝑒." There was the faintest hint of arousal in his em field, something that he kept close to his frame.

[quirkwizard]

How would an training, evolution, equipment, costume, and hero name work for someone who had your “Spot On” Quirk?

I will always stand by the fact that hero names are more related to the character and what image they want, but maybe try the Holey Hero, Blackmark, or the Extension Hero, Outreach.

A lot of the training for "Outreach" would be similar to "Permeation". That means learning how to properly work with all the unique mechanics rather than having any big breakthroughs. The first step will be for the user to try to improve their situational awareness to learn when and where the best points are to apply the portals in a fight with some hand-to-hand training. Then there would be learning how to launch and move themselves with the portals and potentially learning things like sticking body parts deeper into the portals, resulting in greater pushback. The biggest development would be learning to apply the Quirk on pure instinct, both to better control and understand where they are going and to better move themselves in response to people's attacks and movements.

As for evolutions, the user could start working around not being able to use more and more of the portals on their body parts at once, granting them a greater number of choices for manipulating the battlefield and giving them more points of attack. The only other major option is the portals getting a bit bigger, so they could fit more of their body parts into the portal, but nothing that would drastically alter the Quirk. Otherwise, a lot of the Quirk would evolve with the user getting trickier with their applications, working smarter with the Quirk and not harder. Things like opening a portal to turn a miss into a hit, snagging items from people that aren't looking, closing the portal around things they are holding to launch them, only having their head and arms working somewhere in case they need a quick escape, and sending their leg out to trip up someone running.

As for equipment, this is one of the rare opportunities where a highly mobile Quirk would benefit from armor. Armor can keep their body safe and add more power to their punches. And since they can fight and move through the portals, it wouldn't be an issue. Mirrors would be helpful, letting the user apply their portals by looking through the reflective glass, as would anything that could help them protect their eyes. What would be even better is pretty much any kind of equipment that would normally require proper range or set-up. Since the user could apply their parts anywhere, it would be a great way to use them without putting themselves at risk by getting up close or needing to setup beforehand. Slap a set of handcuffs on them, drop caltrops somewhere they are about to walk, shove a smoke bomb right in their face, use knives to tactically stab people when they aren't looking, and rope to make a trip wire with both hands.

[agirlwithacupofcoffee]

A perfect child

Who is a good student?

I have paid my heeds, and my dues

I have proven myself multiple times, read a million cues

But I still feel like so beaten up

By a million people

Why won't a people pleaser just get what she pleases

The one thing she pleases

I am good with words they say

Smart, you are capable they say

But everytime I take a single breather, the world crashes on me

What have you endured to talk so much of life?

Easy to say that when you have trusted yourself every fight

Your moves are free and you make it effortless

Everytime I breathe, I hear "black sheep"

I hear the faceless crowds around me, and I hold onto every mask desperately to understand how one's eyes feel

My name is blackmarked against my own law

I will be the cause of my demise, my lungs will be used as my pawn

[sincerelyrushwriter]

Chapter 33: An Inquiry of Blood-Spatter

The next day…

Exile's Quarter. Whitechapel. 19th November 1899.

It was two in the afternoon. Nikolai Proshkov Andreev was earning his keep, seated on the edge of a metal washbasin, his hand clamped around a rusty old lamp in need of fuel. There were sounds around him. Steam whistling, the clank and clatter of machinery, the hum of a society swallowed by trains.

For just over a week now, he had lived in Exile's Quarter, helping where help was needed, doing what needed to be done. He shared a bunk with three others, his few possessions kept in a trunk without lock or key. Like all the exiles, he had been given a scent card, his name scrawled on the back, the material instilled with a scent for which he did not have the nose.

That scent was the only thing stopping the street-lycans from mauling his throat. Something that let him walk free on the streets of London…

…it also made certain the Blackmarks knew exactly where to find him.

Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/10659716

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