#crayon erik

[a-roguish-gambit]

Sometimes when I type Magneto, I make a typo, and it changes his name to Magento. Magento, like magneta, the color from the crayon box. Now I can't stop imaging him as the villain of the crayons, and the X-Crayons have to fight him and his Brotherhood of Evil Colors...

Do with this what you will.

...... I want you to know that this immediately made me want to do an animatic of the crayon song but with the X-Men characters with magneto as the black crayon

And unfortunately I do not have time to do that at the moment 😭

[aresidentghost]

Erik as a dragon, coloring as originally imagined.

Ink, Crayons

[gerec]

Valentine’s Day Ficlet - The Roses Have to be Red

crystalshard said: Cherik, painting the roses red. (Yes, it’s that reference to chess queens and playing cards. Take it in whichever direction you please, because there are too many options for me to pick one and anything you write will be amazing.)

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“Um, what you doin’ there, Erik?”

What he’s doing is making a mess of the Valentine’s Day card he’s been working on all morning, and quickly running out of time. Miss MacTaggert says they’re going to stop doing crafts at lunch time, and spend the rest of the afternoon on reading and math. They don’t do the card exchange until just before bell rings at the end of the day, so if he’s not done soon he’ll have to live with the shame of creating something substandard.

(He learned that word, ‘substandard’, from Uncle Daniel when he was complaining about the plumber’s work in his kitchen.)

“I ran out of red construction paper! I can’t put white roses on my card, Az, it has to be red!”

Azazel tilts his head and looks at his card with a critical eye.

“Why did you do some in marker and some in pencil crayon? It looks unbalanced.”

“I know.” Erik is close to tearing his hair out (he is not going to cry – because he’s in Grade One and first graders don’t cry when they’re upset) and he doesn’t need Az’s unhelpful input. “I tried paint first, but it was too wet and it made a big mess! Then I switched to marker but Sebastian took all the other reds and left me with just one and it ran out!”

Azazel snorts. “Emma doesn’t even like red. You guys should just trade cards. You can give his red one to Charles and he can give your white one to Emma.”

“I am not giving Charles a card made by Sebastian Shaw,” Erik says with gritted teeth. “He’s my nemesis! What if Charles thinks Sebastian likes him? What if Sebastian asks him to be boyfriends? It’s my worst nightmare, Az! I’d have to ask Mama to move, I couldn’t live—"

He’s so worked up that he nearly misses the soft voice piping up behind him, “Hi Erik. Hi Azazel.”

“Hey Charles,” Az says, giving his angel – his! – a great big smile. “How’s it going?”

“Good. I finished my Valentines so I’m helping Miss MacTaggert with clean-up,” Charles says, and he’s just so pretty, with his perfect hair and big blue eyes and Erik’s card is such a mess and oh my god he wants sink into the ground and disappear—  “That’s a lovely card, Erik. I think it’s really cool, using different instruments for contrast.”

Erik blinks. “Really? You like it?”

Charles cheeks flush pink, and Erik thinks it’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. “Yes, it’s a work of art! Whoever you’re making it for is going to be really happy.”

Then Charles winks at him, before turning back and heading over to Miss MacTaggert’s desk. Erik looks down at his card and looks up at Az, who is trying very hard not to laugh.

Erik doesn’t care what Azazel thinks; he’s going to marry Charles Xavier someday.

“I’m going to marry Charles Xavier someday,” he says, and goes back to coloring his very excellent card.

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt: Write a vampire AU snippet for one of your OCs!

Oooooh thank you!! Sorry this took me so long to get to! I think I'm gonna pull from that ask you sent a while back (here's the original, here's the expanded idea), and go with Spider collecting blood through the lens of an experimental art project.

____ Starving Artist

Word Count: 1.6k Content Warnings: vampire AU, blood, needles, suggested mind control (just a teensy bit right at the end...), first meeting ____

The ad probably saved his life. At the very least, it saved his degree. He'd never have been able to make tuition without it.

Avant-garde artist seeking blood donors.

Eric was a little hesitant at first, to say the least. He could only assume that the blood was being used as some sort of paint, though he didn't know enough about art or bloodwork to confirm if that was really the case. For all he knew, the blood could be mixed into tattoo ink and turned into some sort of social commentary on HIV - not that Eric was HIV-positive, but he knew he wasn't the only donor. For all he knew, he'd have his DNA sequenced and that was what they were using for the art, not even the blood itself.

For all he knew, the artist could be one of those real eccentric-types, and he wanted to mix the blood into his food and eat it. He'd heard that Erik Satie (a composer, who Eric only knew about from a late-night Google rabbit-hole of "famous Erics") only ever ate foods that were white. Artists were weird. If the art was "avant-garde", he could bet that the artist was the same.

But law school in America was expensive, and so were rent and groceries, and if he didn't scrounge up a little cash somehow, he'd find himself on the first plane back to Kent.

It wasn't any different from donating to the Red Cross, he thought. The artist had hired a licensed phlebotomist to do the blood draws, and the paperwork all looked about the same as an ordinary blood donation. He went in, spent a little while in the chair, ate some complimentary snacks, and was out of there in less than an hour.

The only real difference was that it paid much, much better than the Red Cross. And they let him take an armload of extra food home with him.

After that, he probably went more than he should have. The Red Cross let you donate every two months. Any more was unhealthy... but this place didn't take as much blood as the Red Cross, anyway.

He needed the money.

He'd get to midterms and then he'd stop. After midterms, things would ease up enough that he could get himself a real job, even if it was a shitty job, and he could make rent that way.

That plan was shot to shit the instant he passed out in the chair.

"Okay, you're done," the phlebotomist said as soon as Eric came to. They wore a mask of concern, but there was a flicker of guilt lingering underneath. All Eric felt was embarrassment. This shouldn't have happened. He'd been eating well, resting as much as he could, keeping his body in good shape... everything he could to offset the blood loss. He knew it wasn't a smart decision from the beginning, donating so often, but at least he'd tried to be careful about it.

"Done?"

"I shouldn't have even let it get this far. You can't donate any more. Not for a few months, at least." they said, fidgeting like a child whose parents had just discovered crayon drawings on the bedroom wall. Eric felt bad for them, he really did. It wasn't their fault. All they did was insert the needle. It was his own fault.

"But I..."

Eric grimaced even to say the words, and an unsettled feeling had gathered in his gut. He still felt clammy and shaky, and found it hard to shrug off the sensation.

"I need the money," he finally managed, swallowing bitter pride as he did.

The phlebotomist pressed their lips together. They were silent for several long moments.

"Let me go talk to my employer," they said. Then, almost as an afterthought: "Don't move."

Eric did as he was told. He was more than curious about the artist responsible for this whole endeavor, yes, but he also wasn't sure if his legs would hold him if he tried to stand up. Not to mention, he'd always had a bit of trouble saying no to people.

He nibbled on the crackers the phlebotomist had left for him and looked around the room as he waited for them to return. The more he looked, the more he wondered about the person who owned the place. The room he sat in was veritably massive, like the whole penthouse had been gutted and reworked into a single large studio. One wall was covered in colorful handholds, the sort there were in those indoor rock-climbing gyms. The opposite corner was packed with crates of something, all obscured by a large gray tarp.

And the windows were covered in blackout curtains. It was midafternoon and sunny, but curtains were drawn tightly shut and the penthouse was instead lit with fluorescent strips embedded in the ceiling. That and the sheer emptiness of the place left it feeling oddly hollow and clinical, like the lobby of a big hospital. Eric wasn't sure what to make of it.

Eccentric.

Yeah, no kidding.

After several long minutes of waiting, Eric heard footsteps echoing into the vast, empty room around him. They weren't the footsteps of the phlebotomist. He twisted around in his seat.

The man was tall and lanky, and he walked like a dancer - crisp and controlled, like he knew where every footstep would land as he crossed the floor. His skin was dark, but with a flat gray pallor to it like a cancer patient. He'd have seemed like some sort of specter, dressed all in black and almost seeming to float across the floor, if it weren't for the cardinal-red, obviously-box-dyed man-bun of tight coils perched on top of his head. Ghouls didn't wear man-buns, Eric thought, and they didn't wear knockoff Ray-Ban sunglasses either.

"You're Eric?"

His voice was softer than Eric would have expected, given the look of him. He took a few steps nearer, but stopped halfway between Eric and the doorway he'd come from. From this distance, Eric could see that he was young - not any older than himself. There was something in his hands, too, a boxy little thing with buttons. A tape recorder, one that that was probably halfway to obsolete by now.

Eccentric seemed more fitting by the moment.

"Er- yeah. Are you the artist?"

"Spider." he answered with a vague nod.

"Spider?"

"Souriya," he said, "Spider's just a nickname."

He said that bit with something like a challenge in his voice: go ahead, white boy. Eric declined. He had other questions, and ones that didn't involve butchering the man's name in his own home.

"The recommendation in the ad says to donate once," Spider continued, "You've been in here every few weeks. Marcel- Dr. Munroe said you passed out."

"Uh- yeah. Rent." Eric replied, doing his best to dodge the question, "Can I ask what you're using the blood for?"

A look of amusement flashed across Spider's face, and he lifted his eyebrows from behind his knockoff Ray-Bans.

"Only if you promise to take a break," he said, "Whole point of this was that I didn't land anybody in the hospital."

That remark confused him, and Eric sat up a little straighter in his seat. Still, he shook his head and suffered another blow to his dignity.

"I need the money. My rent's gone up, and law school's already eating into my-"

"I'll write you a check. Certainly wouldn't mind being in touch with a lawyer that owes me a favor or two."

He said that bit as a joke, with a flash of a wide, crooked smile. There was something jagged in it too, like his teeth were just the slightest bit too sharp. Then the act dropped, and Spider took another languid step towards him.

"Really, though. Better the money goes towards education than just sits around rotting in my bank account. And better you make rent than keep bleeding yourself dry in my living room."

Eric opened his mouth to respond, but heard a soft click from across the room.

"Are you recording this?" he asked, looking at the little object in Spider's hand. He was fidgeting with the buttons, and briefly looked down as if he hadn't even remembered it was there.

"Force of habit. I... collect sound."

But he didn't shut off the tape recorder. Eric made it a mental note not to say anything too... incriminating.

"And blood, apparently." he said, trying once again to get that little question answered, "Why?"

"I need it." Souriya answered, and finally lifted a hand to remove his sunglasses.

His eyes were red. Not brown-red, not that albinism-pink-red, they were red. Like his hair. Like blood. There was an odd reflectiveness to them too, like a cat's eyes at night. It was undeniably inhuman, and Eric was immediately struck with the realization of what he was.

The blood. The blacked-out windows, the florescent lights in the middle of a sunny afternoon. The eyes.

"It was the only way I could think to get it without hurting people," he said, looking Eric dead in the face, "The 'art project'. Which is why I need you to take a break. Alright?"

It was a shockingly altruistic request, he thought. He doubted he'd have been able to say no even if it wasn't. Eric simply couldn't look away, couldn't pull his gaze away from Spider and those shining crimson eyes of his.

All he could do was agree.

[mymanreedus]

My Ten, Norman Reedus, New York Times

1. 'Wild God by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Nick Cave and Warren Ellis’s album “Carnage” was my go-to for the entire French filming portion of the first two seasons, and in Spain it’s this album. It just sings, full of life and stories and beautiful thundering bliss. I don’t know anyone that doesn’t love this band. Not one person.

2. ‘Nina Simone’s Gum’ by Warren Ellis

I met Warren in Paris and we immediately hit it off. When he told me of this book, I immediately got it. I find it interesting to learn of the things that inspire the people that inspire me. He had noticed Nina Simone take out her gum before a show and stick it under the piano. As soon as the show was over, he bolted toward the piano and ripped the gum out. He had a gold cast made of it. He was wearing it as a necklace.

3. Eggs Benedict at Coffee Parisien

My family and I are spending more time in Paris these days, and to have a good breakfast spot that serves up some taste of home is nice. And the staff are so cool. I think they know I stole a coffee cup, and they kind of looked the other way.

4. Julia Donaldson’s ‘Gruffalo’ Books

This has become the nightly story-time reading for me and my beautiful daughter, Nova. The whole series is great and it allows me to put on my Gruffalo voice, which I’m guessing is what he sounds like. I told her that I mentioned this book, and she asked why I didn’t mention “Creepy Crayon!,” which is another book that we love.

5. Yohji Yamamoto Pants

I walked in his Paris show and luckily didn’t fall. He walked up to me, put his hands in my hair, made it super messy and went, “You’re so sexy.” Then he pushed me out into the runway. I was terrified. I kind of got introduced to his pants at the show and I was like, “These are the most comfortable, flowy pants ever.” My suitcase has two types of pants: his and Dickies.

6. Prado Museum

I’m an executive producer on the show, so I have to do things with casting and locations and script revisions. My friend Ian Astbury, who sings in the Cult, was like, “Just stop working today and go to the Prado.” I put on my headphones and walked around in a glorious daze staring at the Goyas and my all-time favorite, Hieronymus Bosch. Just magic.

7. Cafe Gitane

It’s a spot I go to a lot. Luc Lévy, who owns the place, is a good friend and maybe the coolest person in New York. There’s all this history on that street. I’d ride my BMX bike through SoHo, back in the day, and I’d run over there and see people just sitting out front and catch up.

8. Erik Foss

Erik and I go way back and I have a lot of his art. I’ve seen it get better and better and cooler and cooler. It has this childlike quality but is also specific and so thought-out. I stare at what I have on the walls, and it puts me in the best mood.

9. Chateau Marmont

I used to live in L.A. when I was in my 20s, so I have a group of artist friends that live there, and I only see them at the Chateau Marmont. It always feels like home even if some rager is going on next door.

10. Hammam

I like to just sit in there for as long as I can take it. It’s like riding a motorcycle and putting on your helmet: You just kind of disappear. I like that.

Norman Reedus, The New York Times

[aew-regression-cove]

caregiver charles xavier headcannons

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💭 regressor reader

He would use so many nicknames!!! (Things like Darling, Sweetheart, Angel, Little one)

Charles is good with routines, he's a professor so he's used to routines.

The two of you make set rules together for you when regressed. - it's on a piece of coloured card!!! 😌

Would make sure you are always safe!!!

He will always make sure you know it's okay to be vulnerable around him, he trusts you completely.

Would let you sit on his lap whilst he's in his wheelchair!!! 🫂

Hank is his go to babysitter (and Jean pre-dark phoenix). If Hank can't look after you he would trust Logan, Raven or Erik (depending on what terms he's on with him at the time 😶)

He's so prepared and ready for anything. Plasters? He has some. Ear defenders? He's got those too.

^ would carry a stim toy for you!!! <3

Playdates with Peter, Kurt and Jubilee!!!

He would get you this plush (I want this plush and ever since I've seen it I've thought about Charles idk why 🫶🏻)

He's really good at helping with big emotions!!!

Movie nights with the X-Men!!! So many cuddles!!!

Gives the best hugs!!!

Would teach you to play chess!!! → You and Charles team up to beat Erik!!!

He would wear jumpers that he knows you like the material of and is happy to give you them!!!

Keeps (and frames) any and all art work you give him!!!

Has a picture of you and him on his desk :3 (he also has group photos of the X-Men team btw <3)

If you slip during a class he makes sure to catch you up on whatever you've missed!!!

Has such a soothing voice and most definitely would read you books to help you sleep!!!

He isn't someone that just tells you no without a reason, he thinks it's important for you to understand why he's saying no to something!!!

Has a supply of crayons on his desk for you.

If you ever don't want to/can't communicate he has previously spoken to you about reading your mind so he can help in that situation.

Can help calm you with his mutation.

Forehead kisses >>>

Likes spoiling you!!!

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[violettavonviolet]

Marvel Fic Rec's part 2

All of these fics are amazing and finished! The wordcount goes up as you scroll, I've marked the ratings but do check the tags yourself!

A star marks a fic that hasn't left my brain since I read it

Winter-iron

Out of the Shadows

CognizantCatastrophe

Summary:

“Can I at least have a crayon? Even kids get crayons,” Tony whined the next time he saw the soldier. “Seriously, I’m so bored I’m going to explode. I need something to do or I’m going to die.”

That time, it almost looked like the soldier was fighting back a laugh behind his mask. He left, however, without a sound.

The next time he returned, he tossed Tony a red crayon.

---------------

Tony is kidnapped, and the Winter Soldier is his guard. When a botched mind-wipe restores the man's mind, however, that's when things get interesting... especially because he is the only real potential soulmate Tony has ever found.

24k mature

The Guiding of Death *

RayShippouUchiha

Summary:

“Hades and Persephone reborn huh,” Fury states then more than asks, “no need to ask which is which.”

Toni’s brows furrow even as dread begins to squirm to life inside of her.

But before she can say anything, before she can open her mouth and set the record straight, she hears it.

A murmur as loud as a scream from somewhere in the tomb silent bridge.

“That whole Merchant of Death thing,” someone off to the side faux whispers, “makes a lot more sense now.”

It echoes across the bridge like a gunshot.

41k mature

Letters to Bucky

NotEvenCloseToStraight

Summary:

Stuck in rehab after a near-fatal accident, Tony reaches out via letters to a soldier overseas, and Bucky is more than happy to write back, drawn to Tony for a reason he can't quite name. One or two letters turn into a years worth, then come the phone calls, with Tony quickly realizing that Bucky's voice, with that rolling Brooklyn accent might be his new favorite sound.

When Bucky shows up unannounced at Tony's door, one thing leads to another and maybe a confession or two is made. But Bucky's tour overseas isn't over yet, not even close, and they have months more of distance between them.

Then Bucky disappears, missing in action, and Tony doesn't know if he will ever get his soldier back. And if Bucky DOES make it home, will he be the same boy from Brooklyn who sent Tony love poems, or has his time away and his injuries changed him for good?

BONUS CHRISTMAS CHAPTER ADDED 12/10/18

48k explicit

Other

myrtle and fennel blossoms

graveltotempo

Summary:

There is something odd about Tony Stark.

3.5k Thor/Tony teen

I'll be there

graveltotempo

Summary:

“Yo, are you fucking insane?” asked Erik, and, between the gun in his hands and the way Thor was staring at him in confused disbelief, a hand over his shoulder, it was clear that he had used it on him once already. Ineffectively, cause Thor was a god - and Tony had just nearly died again, holy shit - but enough to stun him.

“Erik-” started Tony, but it came out a little croaky, and he put a hand on his neck at the pain. That fucking hurt.

Erik seemed to grow further angry, while Thor frowned at Tony. “What fucking business does your ass have, grabbing an unarmed civilian by the neck? Look at how he sounds after less than a second in your fucking paws, were you fucking trying to kill him?”

4.8k Erik Killmonger/Tony teen

 Billionaire's cake

everythingispoetry

Summary:

The first time Phil gets to eat something baked by Tony, it's purely accidental. The other times - not so much.

Or: a story about a relationship that starts with donuts and doesn't end because of donuts.

16k phil/tony

Off Script *

bear_bell

Summary:

Agent Coulson sees Stark smile, and he's compromised.

18k phil/tony teen

theme of wonder

graveltotempo

Summary:

When Thanos, the Mad Titan, breached the walls of the Underworld, in a bid to kill Hades and make Persephone his own, the King and Queen of the Dead cast a spell.

A spell of time and souls, so that their love would be everlasting and so that they never would be without one another. So that their soul and immortal spirit would continue to reincarnate into different human bodies for cycles to come, and so that they could always find each other, not matter when or where. 

And for centuries, through the fall of Alexandria and the Salem Witch Trials, through the rise of the Ottoman reign and the fall of the Roman Empire, it works.

Until Persephone wakes alone in a cave, surrounded by ash, smoke and sand, and Hades wakes alone in Kamar Taj, drenched in water and with blood on his sheets.

Both alone.

And as the Infinity Stones start popping up around them again, and the oddness of this cycle continues, they know that the reckoning is approaching, that the end is near.

That the Mad Titan is once more at their door.

23k stephen strange/ tony stark gen

Peter Parker

Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed

Traincat

Summary:

"Pete, my man, my completely platonic best bro," he muttered to himself in the voice he reserved solely for mocking Johnny Storm. "Come over and watch my maybe sex tape! Fun times! Just two guys hanging out -" he slammed the bathroom door maybe a little harder than necessary "- watching the one guy's celebrity sex tape! Good clean fun!"

Mrs. Moretti downstairs banged on her ceiling with a broom.

Everything was coming up Parker tonight.

--

Or, in which Peter proves himself tragically unable to take a hint. Post-Amazing Spider-Man Digital #17, aka the time Johnny asked Peter to watch his sex tape.

8k spideytorch mature

Always Glad You Came *

aloneintherain

Summary:

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve.

“I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.”

“His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

13k spideytorch teen

Hey Baby, Slip between my Beta-Pleats and get to know my Alpha-Helix? *

Anonymous

Summary:

Even though Tony can't tell the difference between Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo, Peter really has no other choice. 

His heat is around the corner, so even though he loathes the party-going, booze drinking, smug playboy know-it-all that is Tony Stark-

He'll just have to do.

37k starker explicit

Lying by Omission

deniigiq

Summary:

“I know I said I was up for anything--” he told Hogarth carefully, trying to surreptitiously slide the files back onto her desk.

She slapped a hand on them and pushed them back towards him.

“Mr. Nelson, you are one of the best lawyers on staff, and I am seriously considering the pros and cons of a potential partnership here,” she told him, staring up at him without moving her face or hand. Somehow, the files continued to dig into the meat of his palm.

“--but it turns out,” he valiantly carried on, “I am actually and suddenly extremely busy with the destruction Jessica will cause in approximately twenty minutes, which will have nothing to do with me or any favors or bribes or anything like that—” 

(Someone brings Team Red's (and the Punisher's) loved ones back from the dead to torture them for information on their vigilantes. Hogarth coerces Foggy to handle the resulting legal fallout and he is both the worst and best person for the job.)

40k not rated Peter & Matt &Wade

I'll Tell No Lies

doctorestranged

Summary:

When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.

77k peter/wade

Other

 like the rain chooses the grass *

Tsume_Yuki

Summary:

Fuck. Not once had he ever considered his soulmate would be anything other than a black woman. His opinions on that are already far too solidified to allow for anything else.

Yet green eyes and a carbon copy soulmark are telling him otherwise.

Fuck this shit.

31k Erik Killmonger/Harry Potter

In Wade We Trust (We Are So Screwed)

dentalfloss

Summary:

“Wade Wilson dropped by last night,” Clint explained, like it was any other Friday. “Brought pizza and beer.” There was a thoughtful silence through the phone and then:

“You had a pizza party with Deadpool.” Phil said and Clint slid down the couch onto his back. Yeah, that pretty much summed up the situation.

Or: the one where Clint does something nice for Wade, and Wade decides to never let him go.

44k clint/coulson wade&clint teen

marvel fic recs part 1

[stereax]

Beat Reporter Stereax, have you seen this???????

https://www.tumblr.com/imperatorrrrr/726119226831749120/i-decided-to-screenshot-the-questions-and-answers

it was posted only a bit ago and I was busy talking Canucks hockey and then explaining contracts to my friends! so no, but let me see it! thanks for this, anon! :D

here's the tumblr link all nice and clickable -

and this is the article!

...

this entire fucking team is full of nerds I swear to god and then jack hughes is there drawing outside the lines with crayons in a shitty ninety-nine cent coloring book that erik haula bought him while at the grocery store

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Erik Ortiz and Daniel Arkin at NBC News:

In recent years, The Epoch Times has amassed a large audience as a publisher of right-wing news articles and peddler of baseless election conspiracies. This summer, the conservative media company is hoping to conquer new territory: Hollywood.

Epoch Studios, a branch of the wider Epoch Times Association, plans to release “The Firing Squad,” a drama starring Kevin Sorbo and Cuba Gooding Jr. as drug smugglers who find God behind bars. “The Firing Squad” marks Epoch’s entry into the growing market of faith-based cinema, a genre that includes recent box-office successes such as “Sound of Freedom,” “Unsung Hero” and “Jesus Revolution.” The film’s Aug. 2 theatrical debut comes as other right-wing media companies are pushing into entertainment, releasing content that counters what conservatives view as Hollywood’s progressive and secular agenda. The creation of Epoch Studios has caught the attention of those who have closely watched the New York-based media company’s ascent from a fringe print newspaper startup formed in 2000 by followers of Falun Gong, a religious group persecuted in China, into a prominent conservative outlet with content amplifying Donald Trump’s conspiracies and right-wing messaging.

[...] In a news release announcing “The Firing Squad,” Epoch Studios described itself as a “platform for storytelling that fosters hope, healing, and growth.” The studio is overseen by executive director Sally Sun, who has supervised Epoch documentaries and streaming specials, some with religious themes, such as “Divine Messengers” and “Church & State.”  The Epoch Times Association did not respond to a request for comment on this article.

Tim Chey, who wrote and directed “The Firing Squad,” told NBC News he is grateful that Epoch Studios came aboard his passion project as a co-producer and distributor. “I’m a huge fan of Epoch Times. I absolutely love these guys,” Chey said in a recent interview. Chey’s film follows three Christians — played by actors Sorbo (TV’s “Hercules”), Gooding Jr. and James Barrington — who are set to be executed by firing squad in Indonesia. (Right-wing audiences may seek out the film in part because of Sorbo, a pro-Trump conservative activist who previously appeared in the Christian film “God’s Not Dead” and produces faith-based movies through his own production company.) “The Firing Squad” is inspired by actual events in the country in 2015, when eight people convicted of drug smuggling were put to death. One of them, an Australian national, became a Christian pastor while on death row and led the singing of Christian songs while the smugglers were being executed. (The Southeast Asian nation is known for its strict drug laws.)

[...] But whether Epoch Studios can attain the cultural prominence and commercial reach of other conservative and Christian-focused media companies remains to be seen. (“The Firing Squad” debuts in theaters the same weekend as the kid-friendly “Harold and the Purple Crayon” and a new psychological thriller from M. Night Shyamalan.) The Daily Wire, which was founded by conservative political commentator Ben Shapiro and film director Jeremy Boreing, launched its own movie and TV studio in 2021. Fox Nation, the entertainment unit of Fox News, runs a streaming service that hosts various reality shows and historical documentaries. Great American Pure Flix, a production company with a streaming service, features Christian-themed movies that have found mainstream success, including the “God’s Not Dead” series. Big corporate players have clearly seen a business opportunity, too. Sony Pictures owns the independent Christian studio Affirm Films, which has produced and distributed titles such as the Jennifer Garner vehicle “Miracles From Heaven” and last year’s “Big George Foreman.”

Right-wing propaganda outlet The Epoch Times has added a new market: faith-based films. The launch of Epoch Studios and their plan to release The Firing Squad in a similar manner to Sound Of Freedom.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Read Tin Soldier! One-a-Day on Tapas this week! Thursday's Instalment:

Let's try with the illustration AND an excerpt!

Illustration: A set of lungs wrapped in the chain of an oval locket. The locket displays pictures of Alba and Mordecai, being silly.

[PSI-3]

“Well, let’s see now, is there anything missing?”

There were several sheets of coloured paper bedecked with crayon drawings spread over the bedroom floor. Ann had obligingly rolled back the rug to provide more drawing surface. They were comparing a yellow one and a pink one side-by-side, the three of them kneeling and examining with their hands on the floor.

Maggie could already see what Erik got wrong, but it didn’t matter if she saw it. He was the one who wanted the help.

Erik looked back and forth between the papers with a grave expression. The bird was on both, and the duck, and the cat (last time he forgot the cat), and the grass, and the pond, and the tree. Maggie’s tree had leaves and his didn’t, but he didn’t think that was missing, they just thought of different trees. He couldn’t remember anything in the story about leaves.

“No,” he decided.

“Yes, I think that looks about right to me too,” Ann said. “Maggie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Now, is there anything different?”

That was where Erik had lost the plot, and they both waited to see if he could find it. It took him a moment, but he finally pointed at his bird. His bird was on the ground and Maggie’s was in the tree, and he knew his was the wrong one because that was how this worked.

Ann had the music open on the floor beside her. “Erik, do you remember why, or do you want the story again?”

He held up one finger, still studying the pages. He had this. He was on top of this. “It’s the cat,” he said, touching it. “The cat scared the bird.”

“That’s exactly right!” said Ann. And it was also, she noted, a lot more words than he’d been using when they tried this without crayons. He wanted to understand the story and he had asked them to help him with it. It was just very hard to understand if he understood the story when the only way he could tell you about it was talking.

Hence, crayons. Crayons were wonderful things.

“Do you want to put the bird in the tree or do you just want to hear the next bit?” she asked him.

He was frowning. He wanted to do the whole thing over again and get all of it right, but he also wanted to hear the next bit. He put a large black X over his bird on the ground, and put another one in the tree.

“Oh, honey,” Ann said painfully. “You didn’t have to do it like that…”

There was a light tapping on the door and it was pushed open a crack. “Ann?” It was Hyacinth on the other side.

“Oh, just a minute. Please excuse me.” Ann picked up the door, opened it, set it back down, got on the other side of it and closed it most of the way. “We’re having Peter and the Wolf in crayon,” she told Hyacinth softly. “He wanted some help with it. He can’t read,” she added, frowning. “Not even a little bit. Did you know that, Cin?”

Hyacinth shook her head, “But I thought it might happen. Sometimes it does. He might get it back, at least some of it. That usually happens too.”

Ann nodded.

“Is he upset about it?”

“I’ve distracted him!” Ann said proudly. She dropped her voice again, “But what about poor Em? Do you have him?”

“Yes…”

“Good job!”

“…but the police were a little rough with him.”

“Why? What did they do to him?”

“You’ll see it. Well, some of it’s under the clothes, but that’s just bruises. He’s having ice in the kitchen. I need to get him a clean shirt.”

“I don’t understand it at all!” said Ann. “Why did they need to do that? They put the handcuffs on him right away! Which is another stupid thing, if I may say so. He wasn’t fighting. They just wanted to stick him with something anti-magic. What was he going to do, I ask you? Make casserole at them? Turn their sugar into salt?”

“Ann, clean shirt,” Hyacinth said.

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry. I’ll get it. They’ll notice me less.”

They didn’t notice her at all. “It’s wrong,” Erik was saying.

“Well, yeah,” Maggie said, touching the page. “But it looks like you’re mad about it.”

“I am mad about it!”

Ann passed the shirt through the door without opening it further. “Here, Cin.”

Hyacinth folded it over her arm. “Where did you tell him his uncle was? Just so we don’t mess it up?”

“Oh, I just said he was with you. Then he didn’t mind about it. He asked if we could do the story before he got back.”

Hyacinth made a puzzled smile. “That child trusts one of us, I’m not sure which.”

“That child trusts all of us,” Ann replied. “What lie are we telling him about how Em got hurt?”

“He fell down some stairs.”

“Which stairs?”

“I’m not sure, but I’ll let you know as soon as we’ve decided.”

They had Peter and the Wolf in crayon (and Mordecai had ice in the kitchen) until Erik was more tired and annoyed than interested (so, not very much longer). Ann separated the drawings by author. Maggie took hers. Erik was disgusted by his at the moment, so Ann put them on the table with the music.

“I think your uncle would like to see them, anyway,” she said.

“He’s back soon?”

“I’m sure he’ll be back by the time you’re awake.”

He sighed and dropped his head back on the pillow. “Put the good one first.”

He meant the one where he got everything right. It was the first one, also the one with the fewest things in it: Peter, the meadow and the open gate.

Ann obligingly shuffled it to the front. Erik had drawn Peter purple, Maggie had drawn him brown. That was a difference, but the story didn’t have anything to say about what colour Peter was, so Ann called them both right.

“Erik? Do you want me to stay until you’re asleep?” She doubted he would want any more story, he wanted to be wide awake for that.

But he was already gone.

Keep reading? Pick your platform!

Tapas might conceivably help me pick up more readers, if you "like," subscribe, and help me battle the algorithm:

And my site has better formatting, and more stuff!

Still trying to drum up a community for my loyal, patient fans, so this is an experiment in posting things consistently. We'll see if that gets any traction with people/algorithms.

This here is an urban fantasy with a diverse cast of freaks, weirdos and losers, many of whom happen to be living in an abandoned building in a slum. Most of 'em also know how to do magic, which works kinda like hacking reality itself. People don't like that, in general, 'cos you might crash the whole system that way.

It's free to read and licensed with Creative Commons, because I'd like to crash this broke-ass system that publishes and profits from "intellectual properties." I may be foolish, but you get a free story either way, so come take advantage of it!

[sometimesraven]

for any OC you'd like!

marker, crayon, eraser, pastels, creative!

Thank you for the ask!! Imma answer these for Erik as he's the primary Love Interest of book 2 and on my mind right now!

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Marker: what's one thing your character would never tattoo on their body, even if they were paid a million dollars for it?

Honestly, as long as it's pretty he'll do it, Erik doesn't have much shame when it comes to his body (I'm like THIS CLOSE to giving him a lower back tattoo that he proudly calls his tr*mp stamp sfjkgshkgj). As long as it's not hateful, I think he'll do anything. So uh,,, hateful stuff. N*zi shit, yanno?

Crayon: what was your OC like when they were four years old? Were they loud? Shy? Were they the resident "weird kid" or did they get along with others their age?

Erik was a very shy, very sweet kid. He was the kind of kid who'd babble endlessly and loudly about something if you prompted him, but would hide behind an adult's leg if a stranger smiled at him, yanno the type? He was v. sweet and wanted to be friends with everyone which ended up translating into Bad Things for him later down the line because the Controller noticed that everyone liked him and when you stand out to the Controller, good or bad, it's not going to end well for you.

Eraser: what's one way this character has changed over time? Either over the course of their story, or over the course of designing them as an author.

Erik is one who's changed A Lot but also not at all? He's always had pretty much the same personality: stoic and angry with strangers/under stress, cocky and flirty the rest of the time. It's only really his appearence that's changed and even that isn't by much. He used to be a wild haired white boy with blue eyes and now he's a wild haired sephardic jewish enby with blue eyes that have brown patches in them XD

Pastels: Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?

I always draw Erik in purple! I also associate silver and sky blue with him. He definitely loves silver and purple, but I think he's into pink and yellow too

Creative!: free space! share something you've been dying to share about your writing! Could be an OC that never gets the limelight, a moment you were proud of, or anything else you'd like to share

OKAY SO I haven't been able to talk about them much because they're the protag of book 3 and I haven't even finished book 2 yet BUT

this is Evie (this is AI generated SORRY it was done with Artbreeder a long-ass time ago, I'm working on phasing them out)

unlike Erik who is still figuring himself out, Evie has access to everyone's fears and has been actively socialising with the family of their trans son, so they know what's up and they know some of the ugliest sides of the world

They're basically the personification of "are you going to respect his pronouns or is this they/them going to make you a were/was". Evie can and WILL fuck you up if you cross their family, but their main conflict in their story is going to be surrounding their personal safety and emotional wellbeing, which they Neglect Greatly. Their story is going to be a tragedy romance that represents the likelihood of someone raised into abuse going into further abusive relationships, and basically figuring out their own autonomy and their place outside of their family.

Basically I love them and I can't wait to write for them (and to learn more about Korean culture alongside them as they were raised separated from it and are trying to reconnect!)

[1337wtfomgbbq]

Erik: You have Crayons?

Jan: Yes, I have—

Erik: You're— how old are you?

Jan: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

Oliver

Companion Bot! Your Best Friend!

smells like summer 🌼🌸🌼 hot sand, lemons and crayons!

5’11” and not proud about it

234 lb

hair is super dry in Google’s attempt to make ¡¡¡fluffy!!!

has memory foam layers!! for great hugs!!!!

in child mode

Mark Iplier base with rounder facial features and body for more friendly appearance

freckles!! all over!! his face!!

loves games!

down for anything!

loves his brothers!!!!!

likes chilling with Kingsley (aka King of the Squirrels) and Erik Derekson

oblivious and smart (like an observant child) — can be bribed with attention

[roseartsandfics]

Damien Helbourne -- Thoughts in Mind

The weather in Al Maajik became scorching hot; well, hotter than ever.

Damien, in his fortress, sat alone in his throne, sighing in his own thoughts. Odin was outside, doing his own duties. His mother, Demona, was taking a long nap since the morning after being up all night, bickering about the people in Castele and her hatred towards them after the incident of Erik and the Elder Dark Sultan. The Dark Sultan sighed again, not knowing what to do, rethinking in his mind.

"Oh, Goddess…" Damien said to himself, being dead bored "I wish my mother wasn't so entirely crazy over the people of Castele and wished to wage war against them…"

All he could ever think of what he might've never heard of, or so he thought…

…Friendship.

Damien then just sighed, awaiting to have his day over with.

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This was… kinda rushed lol

I don't like rushing things, but I couldn't help but been thinking about drawing Fantasy Life artworks ever since playing the game. Damien Helbourne became my favorite Fantasy Life character x3, so I drew him and write a tiny, not so well written fanfic with it lol.

I swear, Damien looks like a girl when I drew him in my style XP. I should draw more Fantasy Life stuff, but might be afraid to because of how BAD they will turn out in my style, aggghhhh

Anyways, what y'all think?

Damien Helbourne and Fantasy Life ©Akihiro Hino, Atsushi Kanno, Takuzou Nagano, Yoshitaka Amano and LEVEL-5

Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: mechanical pencil, Crayola colored crayons and pencils and 48 pack colored pencils

[duckprintspress]

Celebrate National Picture Book Month with 7 Queer Stories We Love!

Teaching compassion and inclusivity starts at an early age and is made a little easier with fun, queer-friendly picture books. Here at Duck Prints Press, those of us who have or expect to have kids in our lives are certainly relieved that things are changing, and there’s now a choice of queer picture books for the little ones. And there are so many that are so good! Here are just a few of our favorites, recommended by Nina Waters and an anonymous contributor.

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One Dad, Two Dads, Brown Dad, Blue Dads by Johnny Valentine and Melody Sarecky

Two children—one with blue dads, one from a more traditional family—compare notes in this light hearted book about parents who are different. In the end, of course, they discover that blue dads aren’t really that different from other dads. Except for one thing.

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And Tango Makes Three by Justin Richardson, Peter Parnell and Henry Cole

In the zoo there are all kinds of animal families. But Tango’s family is not like any of the others.

This illustrated children’s book fictionalizes the true story of two male penguins who became partners and raised a penguin chick in the Central Park Zoo.

At the penguin house at the Central Park Zoo, two penguins named Roy and Silo were a little bit different from the others. But their desire for a family was the same. And with the help of a kindly zookeeper, Roy and Silo got the chance to welcome a baby penguin of their very own!

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A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo by Jill Twiss and E.G. Keller

Meet Marlon Bundo, a lonely bunny who lives with his Grampa Mike Pence, the former Vice President of the United States. But on this Very Special Day, Marlon’s life is about to change forever …With its message of tolerance and advocacy, this charming bunny book for kids explores issues of same sex marriage and democracy. Sweet, funny, and beautifully illustrated, this better Bundo book is dedicated to every bunny who has ever felt different.

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The Tea Dragon Society by Kay O’Neill

After discovering a lost tea dragon in the marketplace, Greta learns about the dying art form of tea dragon care-taking from the kind tea shop owners, Hesekiel and Erik. As she befriends them and their shy ward, Minette, Greta sees how the craft enriches their lives—and eventually her own.

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Worm Loves Worm by J.J. Austrian and Mike Curato

You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of a worm . . . and a worm.

When a worm meets a special worm and they fall in love, you know what happens next: They get married! But their friends want to know—who will wear the dress? And who will wear the tux?

The answer is: It doesn’t matter. Because Worm loves Worm.

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Red: A Crayon’s Story by Michael Hall

Red has a bright red label, but he is, in fact, blue. His teacher tries to help him be red (let’s draw strawberries!), his mother tries to help him be red by sending him out on a playdate with a yellow classmate (go draw a nice orange!), and the scissors try to help him be red by snipping his label so that he has room to breathe. But Red is miserable. He just can’t be red, no matter how hard he tries! Finally, a brand-new friend offers a brand-new perspective, and Red discovers what readers have known all along. He’s blue! This funny, heartwarming, colorful picture book about finding the courage to be true to your inner self can be read on multiple levels, and it offers something for everyone!

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Julián Is a Mermaid by Jessica Love

While riding the subway home from the pool with his abuela one day, Julián notices three women spectacularly dressed up. Their hair billows in brilliant hues, their dresses end in fishtails, and their joy fills the train car. When Julián gets home, daydreaming of the magic he’s seen, all he can think about is dressing up just like the ladies in his own fabulous mermaid costume: a butter-yellow curtain for his tail, the fronds of a potted fern for his headdress. But what will Abuela think about the mess he makes — and even more importantly, what will she think about how Julián sees himself?

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What are your favorite queer picture books?

You can find these, and more children’s books we love on our Goodreads shelf.

See one you want to buy? You’ll find them in the Duck Prints Press Bookshop.org affiliate shop.

[fukounaboy]

Kayden Kai Amia Angel Duckie Sal Sy Ant James Sophie Charles Ford Wade Bella Rogue Cassie Hannah Erik Dirt Sal Carnage Catalyst Skulk Hush Vine Moss Puddle Cove Fern Panda Admin Program Observer Fero Randy Pool Monty Sovereign Amonaly Levi Josh John Kenny Luna Lunair Spider Pyro Nuke Ronan Aurora Kazoo Vesper Apostolis Atlas Vayu Icarus Phoenix Voxxine Inferno Ghost Adrasteia Diwata Swan Celestina Atreus Light Nicholas Kumaz Vivian Zack Rin Ray Dove Feather Maxwell Solar Alex Mason Benadryl Elisa Ezio Ignis Ivy Lyxan Lucas Sal Tank Chalk Mako Sharkbite Xember String Cheese Breen Styrofoam Koncrete Concrete Marker Salad Bleebo Flumble Scarf Knife Hologram Maggot Ribs Illusion Cringe Soap Fridge Toast Cigarette Sockit Milk Duck Trinket Oddity Rascal Tragedy Bean Glitch Bottlecap Bugs Lemon Sprout Pigeon Pitch Tuesday Soup Skittles Squeaker Mittens Cedar Yoyo Kazoo Ezra Sodapop Dotcom Lust Prey Disc Sacrifice Censor Crisp Basil Fishy Ivea Sprinkles Selfishness Ealsile Elsarine Sharkie Silly Mutt Forgotten Hollow Twix Ram Bear Bee Jamba Aikshal Asphodel Azriel Delirium Stair Zip Ducky Faun Kiwi Swan Tsunami Vortex Socks Aspect Jasper Celain Eden Velki KitKat Bookworm Lite Forrest Enigma Pod Ronnie Theo Wiggly Firecracker Semicolon Glaze Bonz Scarlett Cloud Dagur Azalea Theseus Anth Perla December Krow Acrobat Dash Hero Kael Qwerty X Nemesis Critter Bullet Crayon Yogurt Melon Microbe Bats Stone Rye Casket Wilt Roan Puddle Hunter Clown Voss Prince Mallard Egg Tawny Eggplant Doe Knife Tony King Fizzy Fluff Amdromeda Sait Serotonin Splatter Scrap Cannon Razor Paw Silly Ant Mist Twig Conan Nuke 01 Solitaire Patience Torrent Quake Puppy Jester Bloodmoon Pluto Leviathan Void Spirit Oats Blaze Astro Harbor Lexi Lizzie Quill Sunny Harper Enox Branch Breeze Chrlorine Cyanide Flippy Dreamer Dazy Limbo Scooter Starlight Void Saturn Neptune Honey Zodia Vigilantis Dell Zody Zeta Teddy Steven Alastair Eddie Max Pezzy Entity Fenrir Forest Kalvin Blaz 

here you go :3

HOLY NAMES.

I thought there'd be like. 20 or something WOAGH.

ALSO I SEE ONE OF MY OLD NAMES ON THERE WHAGH.

Also also some of these names are so silly i love them all sm. I'm gonna look through all them soon... :3