#comet bitching

[chaosblast]

honestly, if any of these hate blogs masquerading as criticism blogs would like to have an actually intelligent, mature discussion about comic flaws, i would be Happy to. as long as they're actually reasonable, and not "kitty has too many self inserts" or "uni shouldn't be transfem"

the reason i call them hate blogs is because that's exactly what you are and you all know it. one of you even has the stipulation that you will post asks you disagree with, and have posted the offending "its weird that kittycorn has self inserts." if you are starting off your criticism with "its funny-" "its weird-" "its annoying-" that is not criticism. full stop.

you insist you are making so many blogs so that we listen. have you considered that we are listening? exactly how much time have you given us to change anything? you realize v4 has been completely written and drawn for months, right? there's no changes that can be made to it.

also i am generalizing all of you together because that's exactly what you have been doing to the clowns. i realize many of you are minors and while i do not think that makes your opinions matter less, i do think it impacts your behavior. i don't think you consider that we are people behind these screens just trying to do our best.

[sparklecriticism]

about the barry fat thing, that's a prime example on why i don't like the new sparklecare art style. like in 2019 the art style was expressive, colorful, and appealing to look at. it has it's charm and personality. now everyone's just skinny and looks like a bland generic flash cartoon you'd see air on some obscure overseas TV channel. i assume the change was to make it easier and faster to draw which i guess is valid. comics can be a bitch to draw and keep consistent. but idk man, i wouldn't sacrifice a beautiful art style to make stuff quicker. good stuff takes time.

also still upset over the multicare polly thing. scene mood was absolutely fantastic but what's with polly's disability essentially being erased for an aesthetic based AU? "he manages it better" managing a disability doesn't make it suddenly vanish??? i feel like if polly's disability was more 'realistic' and didn't involve his body turned into ice people would be more upset over that. oh, i forgot, it's by the all mighty kittycorn god. we shall never question what we're told

-🫀

I've heard fat Barry is back but the comic still has too many shinny ass bitches. Let me see some FAT HAIRY PEOPLE. I'm so sick of the skinny ass mfs. WHERE IS THE INTERESTING BODY SHAPES! WHERE ARE THE BEARS!

Also you're not alone in being weirded out by them erasing Polly's disability. If the disability was something real and they (for example) used a mobility device and kittycorn removed that with the same excuse people would be FURIOUS. But because the disability is "become ice cube" it's just ignored. That's the issue of making shitty fake disabilities in your story, they just don't relate at all to real life and end up ringing hollow at the claims of "representation".

[traverse-our-universe]

hoping for clear skies that night ✨

[thatshadowcomic]

Earth will have a comet get stuck in our , they're calling it a mini moon...

During year of Shadow? Fuck outta here that's Black Doom🙄

Source: https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2024/09/19/earth-second-mini-moon-asteroid/

My boy packin' as we SPEAK 👇

generations gonna be wild

[iamthecomet]

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚍

Rating: E Pairing: Dewther Featuring: Blowjobs, hand jobs, a long drive. Roadhead. Word Count: 2.1k Inspired by this post from @dewinabsentia Many thanks to @miasmaghoul, @forlorn-crows and @st-danger for enabling me (like always). Banner by the amazing @forlorn-crows

On AO3 here, or under the cut.

They've been on the road for a while. Long enough that Dew has sunk into the easy monotony of highway driving. One hand on the wheel. The other arm resting in the open window. A cigarette dangling from his fingers. Ash drifting down onto the window controls. He’ll brush them away later. Before they get home and Mountain sees.

The old truck is the only car he's allowed to smoke in, so naturally he has to take full advantage. He takes a long drag. Keeps a cursory eye on the cars in front of him. They’re far enough ahead that he doesn’t really have to think about them. He hates driving near other people, because everyone else is a fucking terrible driver. They don’t pay attention. They go too slow. They tap their brakes on straight flat sections of roads. He wants to be able to relax while he drives–he doesn’t want to have to fight for his life among idiots.

Dew sinks deeper into the seat. He wishes, for the millionth time, that the old truck had cruise control. But it doesn’t. It’s an early 90s relic, with manual crank windows, and heavy doors that stick when you open them. The cloth on the bench seat is soft and warm and riddled with cigarette burns that mostly aren’t Dew’s fault.

It’s a far cry from the modernity of the other cars in Abbey possession. But this one is Dew’s favorite. It struggles to start sometimes, it guzzles gas. But the stereo is new, and loud. And it’s so sturdy Dew’s pretty sure it could survive nuclear war.

He finishes his cigarette. He grinds it out in the ashtray–because it’s old enough to have both an ashtray and a cigarette lighter.

Aether’s across the bench seat from him. Leaning up against the door. Singing along softly to the music as he looks out the window. Watching the trees flicker by. Tensing up every time someone merges onto the highway next to them a little too aggressively.

He’s had his hand on Dew’s thigh for the last twenty miles. Warm and heavy and creeping higher and higher with each exit they pass.

Dew feels free for the first time in months. Away from the Abbey. Just the two of them in an old beat up truck. Traveling a hundred miles north to pick up some artifact Imperator insists they have. Dew feels like he can breathe. No band practice. No Imperator or Copia or Mountain breathing down his neck. No Cirrus telling him to do the dishes. Or Aeon asking to practice. He loves all of them with every bit of his soul.

But Satanas did he need this drive. He’s glad it’s Aether who’s with him. Everyone else feels the need to talk when they’re in a car. To fill silence. To tell Dew every mundane thing about their day, their week, their feelings. And again, he loves them. He loves listening to them talk about literally anything. But also–there’s something about the sound of the wheels on the road, and the music and nothing else.

Aether’s hand slides higher the longer they go. Dragging up Dew’s black jeans. There’s a rip in the upper thigh–just below the pocket–and Dew almost jumps out of his skin when he feels Aether’s fingers dip into it. Just a little. The warm calloused brush of his fingers over soft sensitive skin.

Dew lets his head fall back against the headrest. He laughs to himself. “You bored or something?”

Aether shakes his head, he turns to look at Dew for what feels like the first time since they got on the highway. “Course not. I’m with you.”

“Gross,” Dew rolls his eyes, and Aether laughs at him. That big hand on his thigh squeezes and Dew makes a choked little noise as Aethers’ fingers graze over the the crotch of his jeans, the barest touch along his balls and he’s trying not to shudder.

“I’m driving,” Dew chides.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m not.”

Dew knows he’s in trouble before Aether actually does anything. It’s the weight of his hand on his leg. The glint in those violet eyes that tell Dew it is only going to get worse. And Dew knows he could stop it–he also knows he won’t. He doesn’t want to.

He’ll protest though, just a little. That’s part of the fun, after all. But it isn’t like he’s going to say no to a handjob. Driving is only taking up like 10% of his brain–the other 90 needs something to do.

Aether’s hand slides sideways, into Dew’s lap. Cupping him through his jeans. Dew hisses. His eyes flutter closed just for a second. Breath huffing out in a soft sigh that almost feels like relief.

“Eyes on the road, Dewdrop.”

“Yes, mom.” Dew says, opening his eyes. Trying and failing to regain an ounce of his composure. Aether squeezes and Dew makes a pained gurgling sound and presses his hips up into Aether’s hand.

Aether palms him, stroking and squeezing. Fingers dipping between Dew’s legs to press up against his balls. Dew can practically feel the blood leaving his brain. His pants get tighter, Aether’s squeezes get firmer. He doesn’t have the will to fight the little sighs and whimpers each stroke brings.

“Satanas, Aeth–”

“Just getting started,” Aether mutters, and Dew’s stomach swoops. Either from anticipation or concern. He doesn’t have time to voice it before Aether’s grabbing for his zipper. The rasp of it is drowned out by the music. Aether pops the button on Dew’s jeans. It takes both hands to peel away the tight fabric, and Dew doesn’t help. Just glancing down long enough to watch Aether pull his briefs down until Dew’s cock springs free.

There’s already pre beading at the tip. Aether swipes his thumb through it and Dew shudders, a full body twitch he has no hope of controlling. They’re so lucky the highway is basically deserted. Lucky it’s straight and flat and familiar.

Dew should stop him. That would be safer. He rolls his hips instead. Fucking his cock through Aether’s loose fist.

“Sit back, relax,” Aether coos. And Dew would snap at him if he had any brain cells left to do it. Instead, he listens, as best he can. Eyes on the road. Each slow stroke of Aether’s hand sending little fissures of pleasure up his spine. He tries to keep from rocking his hips up into Aether’s hand–but it’s hard.

It’s good, easy. Not enough to make him cum, but that’s what he wants. A little pleasure to break up the monotony of this drive. He relaxes back into the seat, really relaxes. Fingers loosening on the wheel, body sagging back into the seat as the haze of pleasure settles over him.

“Good?”

Dew nods, hums an affirmative. “Real good.”

Aether lets out a little chuckle, and then, Dew hears his seatbelt click. He jolts, spine going straight. Head whipping over to look at Aether just in time to watch the seatbelt retract back into the door.

“What are you–”

“You’ll see.”

Aether shifts, moves so he’s laying flat against the bench seat. Legs hanging off the edge by the door. One hand resting heavy on Dew’s thigh–the other, still teasing the sticky head of his cock.

Dew’s head spins. It takes too long for real thoughts to catch up to him. Aether drags his thumbnail over the thick vein on the underside of Dew’s cock and Dew chokes. He shakes his head like doing that will make him think more clearly.

It doesn’t work.

“Put your fucking seatbelt on, we’re on the highway,” Dew snaps, the words finally forming.

Aether hums. His breath ghosts out over the head of Dew’s cock. Dew looks down just in time to watch it kick. A blurt of pre, drools down the side. Aether catches it with his tongue.

“Guess you’d better drive careful, then.”

Dew doesn’t think any part of this constitutes driving carefully. He puts his other hand on the wheel. Ten and two. He never drives like this–but he’s pretty sure he’s going to need both hands.

To his credit–Aether starts slow. A chaste kiss to the head, before he starts to really kiss it. Dew can’t help but look down. To watch Aether make out with the head of his cock. Tongue flicking out over the slit. Tongue dragging over the head in the same motions Dew is so used to feeling against his own tongue. Languid and decadent. Aether hums happily as he laps up more pre.

“Eyes on the road, droplet,” Aether mumbles against the sensitive underside of Dew’s cock.

Dew drags his eyes up and away from the scene below him. Back to the road, which is a safer, but much less interesting option. It’s almost worse when he can’t see it. When he doesn’t anticipate Aether’s every move. Each flick of his tongue is a surprise. A new brand of raw pleasure that has his knuckles going white on the steering wheel.

Aether sucks the head into his mouth and Dew jolts. Groaning low and wrecked. Hips bucking up, sliding another inch into the wet heat of Aether’s mouth. His eyes flutter–he manages to keep them open. Mostly by clenching his jaw so hard it actually hurts. He worries, vaguely, about chipping a tooth, but it’s a fleeting thought. Chased out of his brain when Aether takes all of him at once.

Nose pressed into the soft curls at the base of Dew’s cock. Breathing steadily through his nose. Aether groans. Dew feels the vibrations in his bones. When Aether swallows, Dew can’t help but thrust up into his throat a little more. Aether chokes, just a little, just enough to make something traitorous in Dew’s stomach twist.

He wants to pull the car over. He wants to hold Aether’s head down and fuck his throat until tears spill down Aether’s face.

He almost does it when he glances over to see Aether humping the seat. To see him sneak his free hand into his pants so he can grope himself. Humping into his own palm. The sight makes Dew feel like he’s going insane. He wants free hands. He wants to slip his fingers around Aether’s throat and feel the bulge of his cock.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Dew breathes.

Aether pulls off with a gasp. A string of spit connecting his lips to Dew’s ruddy cock. “Watch the road, Dew.”

Dew would rather do anything but. But he does. Pulling his eyes away from Aether’s flushed cheeks and pleasure bright eyes.

“Gonna get you for this,” Dew breathes. Aether chuckles. Kissing the tip again, sloppy.

Aether’s only answer is a little hum before he descends again. Head bobbing in a slow indulgent rhythm. Dew grinds up into his mouth, matches his movements, falling into an easy rhythm that Dew feels like he could ride out forever.

Aether’s free hand dips a little lower. Pets his balls through the tight fabric of his jeans and Dew whimpers. Broken. Desperate. He tries to push his hips into Aether’s hand, and mouth at the same time. It doesn’t work.

”Take em out. Please,” Dew gasps. And Aether reaches into Dew’s pants and frees his balls. Dew groans in relief when he does. He glances down again, just to see Aether roll them in his hand. When he pulls off of Dew’s cock and ducks down to suck one into his mouth, Dew has to look away. He’ll blow right here and now if he has to watch Aether do this. He closes his eyes–just for a second he swears.

“Lucifer, Aether. Your fucking mouth.”

“You wanna cum in it?”

Dew nods. Head tipping back against the headrest. “Yeah. Make me.”

“I will,” Aether promises. Tongue flicking out over the sensitive underside, Dew tries and fails to control the full body twitch it causes.

“Fuck.”

“How much further?”

Dew glances at his phone, propped up on the dash, and the gps app running on it. “Forty five minutes. Make me cum in five and I’ll give you a hand job.”

Aether hums, thoughtful. Dew knows that sound though–it’s the one Aether makes when he made up his mind a long time ago. Dew’s stomach lurches.

“Aeth–”

“Shh, let me savor this. You don’t want me to get bored, do you?”

Dew groans, low and wrecked when Aether takes him all again. He slips one hand off the wheel to lace his fingers in Aether’s hair–just to feel him.

“No,” Dew agrees, voice tense. “Wouldn’t want that. Take your time.”

Aether does. It’s a long drive after all.

[every-single-day]

Bitches be like “I’m fine” then lie in the dark listening to Dust and Ashes on repeat followed by the entire CMBYN soundtrack at full volume

[murdleandmarot]

AYYYYYY STARLIGHT EXPRESS OC TIME!!!!!!

Meet Mable and Marley, the abandoned train car twins!! They live with Belle and Poppa in the freight yard :)))

More about them under the cut!!

….so I don’t know trains. I know net zero about trains. I knew I wanted to do something vague and fun with them, so I just looked up “place I live” + “abandoned train” and found a blog from a couple years ago about an abandoned train someone found in the woods!!!!

That’s why their names don’t match their title, no one knows what their original make or model was.

-Mable is definitely the more serious twin of the two, as she really wants to get back on the tracks. She hates not knowing much about herself, but has resolved herself to be the best that she can despite this

-Marley is definitely more easygoing, more cheerful, and overall more content to chill in the freight yard with Belle. He’s made peace with his mysteriousness.

-Both of them barely leave the yard, because when they do train (HA) they do it closer to home, so they get their gossip from Rusty. Marley is probably a bitttt of a Greaseball fanboy at heart, and Mable thinks she could beat GB in a race and vows to do so whenever he’s brought up

[beforeviolets]

hey dave malloy tumblr: how tf do yall stay up to date with malloy productions and projects because i’ve now missed like 3 and I cannot keep missing them

[doctortonytchopper]

The only theories I've ever heard of Professor Clover's globe are all 100% always about it meaning the one piece planet used to have like 5 or 6 moons, but I've always thought it was an armillary sphere and I think the Gorosei's names support that so I found some pics to explain why I don't think Clover's globe is a reference to lost moons from the distant past.

This is an armillary sphere aka spherical astrolabe

That's a model of the planetary orbits in our solar system. So that's the irl version of Clover's armillary sphere.

This is the layout of the universe according to Pythagoras

Pythagoras lived around 400 BCE, before humans changed our minds and decided for a while that the earth was actually flat for some reason, but also before we realized the earth was orbiting the sun, not the other way around. (I know this varies by culture but I'm trying not to get too hellishly wordy and going into those variances would take a lot of words, so just know that I know this is a clumsy and too-broad brush to paint history with)

So if you made Earth into [unknown name of one piece planet] in this diagram, and then made that diagram into an armillary sphere, it would look exactly like Clover's model. Because back when the human species thought the sun orbited the earth, we were also only aware of the 5 planets we were able to observe - namely Saturn, Warcurie, Ju Peter, V. Nasjuro, and Mars.

And a world - our world in 400 BCE, or the one piece world in Clover's time - with that understanding of the universe is the place in which a model with 5-7 satellites (depending on if the sun and/or singular moon were included) with the inhabitants' planet at the center would be most likely to exist!

[cometblogging]

Wake up bestie I just made my first digital fanart and of course it's Renga

[spacestationsystem]

Evil stinky creature

AH ah ah the evil stinker......... ah but like al other cats this one is perfectly shaped .... to fit.. a kiss... betwween the ears

[sparklecriticism]

I know your FAQ already mentions your thoughts on ships, but I kinda wanna know your thoughts on the recent updated parings with Hemera in CometCare?

As an Aroace person, I’m not really put off by it that much, but I can’t get over how sudden it all was? It just

Poof

The fox is now dating 4 other people

I mean I don't give much of a shit about cometcare so I don't have an opinion on any of the ships personally but here's my general thoughts

In terms of cometcare ships they ALL feel sudden and have no buildup whatsoever. The poof they're dating now was done with every single cometcare character, it's nothing new, just this time it's an aro person.

That's honestly why I find cometcare quite boring. There's no buildup to any relationships kittycorn just decides they should be together and boom they are

[lameow-l]

( he also says smth like “you might think im going to go to natlan next” before this i just didn’t take screenshots)

1) wtf liben?? somehow you’re smarter than all akademiya’s researchers and you’re here giving me primogems for fowl and 2 apples??

2) SO?? is our next adventure not in natlan but related to star rail?? maybe in the transitioning patch leading to natlan!!! are they gonna finally reveal traveler’s origin.. or maybe say that akivili once visited teyvat?? that the leylines are actually affected by a stellaron or a stellaron in itself

and since everyone is speculating (idk if it’s actual leaks) that natlan’s archon is a himeko, maybe it’s related to her and that her fate is to be a nameless or smth

like all im imagining is a synchronized patch between the two games that’s the exact same story but from different perspectives.. i mean genshin patch releases are only 7 days earlier than star rail (after they shortened 1.4 in hsr) and they both update on wednesdays

they could pull it off right?? riiiight?!

[hungerpunch]

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[iamthecomet]

Hiiiii comet I'm back to lay across your inbox like an attention starved cat but also cause problems

I think Dew is the type to hesitate, and of course yes he hesitates about a bunch of things but I think he's reluctant to use what he's given.

The candle that Zephyr got him during their first tour together, the one that smells like fresh cotton and winter? Never been lit, at least he takes the cover off it to smell it occasionally when he starts to miss them too much.

The cologne Aether got him for one of many anniversaries? He'd sprayed it exactly one time, in front of Aether after unwrapping it. It's much to nice for him to wear, expensive and rich, there's never the occasion. He never felt worthy of wearing it or Aether's love so flippantly.

The hand bound leather journal Mist gifted him after being summoned? He tried to write in it once, to get his thoughts and feelings and jumbled up frustrations out but his heart seized up when the ink bled from the point his pen rested too long. Everything he wanted to write felt foolish and unimportant.

I'm sure he still has every guitar pick Ifrit slipped down the back of his shirt during practice, and he'd never dream of taking them to the steel again. Unwilling to scratch them, scrape any of Ifrit away. It kills him every time he touches that fucking guitar, like he's stripping it of association each time he plays.

And that's just to name a few...Dew's got shelves of gifts and trinkets and what have you but they sit to collect dust and carry the weight of his guilt. He's aware of how quickly things run out, can be taken away. He never wants to let them go because the day the bottle runs empty or he reaches the last page that's it. That's just it. It's over and the memory is gone. He can't stomach losing what little there is to cling to anymore.

I just think Dew dreads the end of things, whatever things those might be.

This got sadder than I intended....My baaaaaad

- Void

Giving you HEAD PATS AND SCRATCHES. First of all, Dew is just like me for REAL. Second, you're so right. I'm just imagining the bookshelves in his room, filled with books he's read but can't get rid of. Books he hasn't read because it isn't the right time yet. And trinkets. Gifts. On full display, but never used. Sure he touches them, picks them up and turns them in his hands. He opens that cologne and smells the nozzle but never sprays it. And if Aether notices that Dew never uses it (he does) he doesn't say anything. Though, Dew hasn't really thought much past his own hesitation--not to the other side of this. Where people who have given him things see them sit on shelves, never to be touched. Where Aether wonders if Dew doesn't like that scent, and Rain wonders if Dew doesn't like those candies he picked out special for him when they were on tour in Japan. There are foods never eaten, and teas never drank, and puzzles never opened, and books never read because Dew aches with the idea of ruining it. Of an ending. But Dew doesn't think about his own ending. About the eventual, inevitable, end of his time topside, however that will happen. He doesn't think about this room, empty of him and still filled with a life time of gifts, memories, and love that he never took full advantage of--because he was too afraid of losing it.

[sadlazzle]

quick q: is night maiden’s mist worth it ? i cant seem to find a definitive answer as to if it works like pestilent mist with percent damage or if it jst does a set amount of damage regardless