#grey landing

[creatorofuniverses]

This year’s collection continues! Throughout this month I will be posting colored versions of my inktobers on my deviantArt. (Would people also like the colored versions to be posted here on tumblr? If so let me know!) If you want to see all the original posts separately, check out my Inktober tag for this year.

11. Snacks – Colfax, Sawyer, Charlie, and Adrian from the Big Not Friendly Giant AU (Colfax and Adrian belong to @neonthebright)

12. Remote – June from The Outside

13. Horizon – Colfax from the Trust Cottagecore AU (Colfax belongs to @neonthebright)

14. Roam – Sawyer from the How to Train Your Sawyer AU

15. Guidebook – Charlie (and Colfax) from A Little Stolen Trust (Colfax belongs to @neonthebright)

16. Grungy – Ferreus from The Wanderer

17. Journal – Hazel and Mel from the "avatar acolyte" WIP (Mel belongs to @neonthebright)

18. Drive – Oscar and Sawyer from the Adopt Oscar 2.0 AU (Oscar belongs to @neonthebright)

19. Ridge – Link and Zelda from The Legend of Zelda series (all rights go to Nintendo)

20. Uncharted – Isaac from Grey Landing (Isaac belongs to @neonthebright)

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[nonbinary-octopus]

oooooooooh

turnabout!

love this.

I read the description and went "! I hope he's the giant this time!"

and he is!!

fabulous.

Landing Grey

Today's prompt is AU, and it stumped me a bit. Almost everything I have is already littered with AUs. But then I had the idea of sending poor Isaac Grey to the grey islands, but with a different twist on the original premise. I can even use a bunch of the same tags.

~~~

Isaac woke to a pounding headache. He scrunched up his face against any sign of light as he became more and more aware of the world and wished he wouldn’t. He ached all over; a chill had settled permanently into his bones and the thought of moving drew a groan out of him. He resolutely kept his eyes shut tight while he took inventory of the other sensations around him.

A tide gently flowed somewhere behind him. Occasionally the water seeped into his boots, so he evidently hadn’t even dragged himself far enough out of the water before collapsing. A few birds called in the distance, and what must be trees rustled in the wind. The breeze was cold, but not strong.

Lying on his front, limbs settled uncomfortably, he took a slow, deep breath in. The air tasted of the sea, no surprise there. But there was also a smoky smell, somewhere in the background. He was near someone with a hearth, then.

He closed his hand into a fist where it rested on the sand. The fine grains brushed smoothly against his palms. Even the sand beneath his cheek was smooth, finer than any he’d felt before.

He finally allowed himself to open his eyes, and was overwhelmed by a world of grey. The sand, the sky, the water, all of it dreary and grey as his name. His hand, a light almost-brown, stood out as the only color before him until he lifted his head and noticed greenery past a small stone shelf further back from shore. The overcast sky shone bright, though, and he had a good view of where he’d washed up. It was no beach he’d been to before, by his memory.

The water still lapped at his boots. He needed to fix that. With some effort and a grimace over his sore everything, Isaac pushed himself up to crawl forward a bit more. He didn’t need to go far; he just needed to get fully onto dry land.

He leaned against that rocky shelf with a heavy sigh. Brushing the sand off his face and out of his beard, he looked out over the calm waves with an odd mix of melancholy and acceptance. His boat had broken apart; he remembered that much. He didn’t even see any pieces of it floating out there. He was all too lucky, but it was hard to feel it. Without radio, or flares, or any supplies, he wasn’t sure if he’d manage to keep himself together.

The smoke, he reminded himself. He’d have to go looking for the source of that faint scent on the wind. For now, though … he leaned his head back against the stone shelf, not a comfortable headrest but it was all he had.

The headache did the work of getting him right back to sleep in no time.

~~~

When he woke again, the sky was the same bright grey of before. The wind hadn’t changed, and the tides hadn’t come any closer. He couldn’t have been out for more than a couple hours, though without the sun showing to measure by he wasn’t sure.

As he scanned his surroundings for signs of what might have woken him, his eyes drifted past a small shape in the sand several feet away. Then, as his mind caught up, he zeroed in on it. A figure stood where surely there hadn’t before, rooted in the sand at the end of a trail of tiny footprints.

A miniature man stared up at him, a small face a bit darker than his own but clean shaven, tiny mouth agape. The little man wore boots of what looked like leather, but so very thin, and thin cloth clothes, and a tiny pack that nonetheless looked large perched on his little back. A twig, no, a miniature fishing pole was lashed to that pack. The man could be Isaac on any normal trip to the fishing dock, if he weren’t somewhere near six inches tall.

Isaac blinked very quickly. That couldn’t be right. If he didn’t have to angle his face down, he’d think maybe it was a trick of the perspective and the man simply stood far up the beach from him. But no; he was there, out of reach but quite close.

They were frozen for a moment as they stared at each other, Isaac taking in what few details he could of the smaller man. After several beats of hesitation, he shifted where he sat, leaned away from the rock shelf, and lifted a hand from his side.

That broke the spell over the miniature man. He jolted, then hollered something unintelligible (it might have been words, but not in a language Isaac recognized). He whirled in the sand, those little boots digging into the fine grains and altogether failing to propel him away as quickly as he probably would have liked.

“Oi!” Isaac blurted, lurching towards him. “Wait a second, will ya?”

It occurred to him that he shouldn’t agitate the little guy. If he was one of the fair folk, he could definitely turn around and cause Isaac some kind of trouble, if not now then later. The thoughts didn’t last too long in the wake of his sheer bewilderment, though. He needed to know more about where he was.

To that end, he all but threw himself along the beach after that tiny man (he was speedier than Isaac expected). Even with the element of surprise, though, the little man couldn’t outmatch the reach of someone so much larger. Isaac threw his hands out, forsaking his balance for a chance to catch the little thing.

His hands fell in front of the small man’s path as a wall just as Isaac crashed into the sand on his front. The little man’s steps faltered from the quake, and then stopped before Isaac’s palms. Isaac could feel his own heart beating against the fine grained sand of the beach, and he stared openly at the small figure now corralled between his arms.

As the little man’s legs wobbled and he fell to a seat, Isaac huffed out a sigh. “I’m not gonna hurt ya,” he chided him. “A just need ya to tell me where I am.”

[batcavescolony]

S2 of the X-Men is so funny cus it's just

X-Men: I really wish Xavier was here, we have no idea where he went. We could really use his help here.

Xavier: *in the savage lands with his boyfriend Magneto*

[wardrobeoftime]

House of the Dragon + Costumes

King Aegon II Targaryen's Valyrian steel armour in Season 02, Episode 03 & 04.

// requested by anonymous

[maureen2musings]

ollenilssonen

[witchthewriter]

I have an idea about why the Targaryen's keep their dragons in the Dragonpit. But ... I don't fully understand.

Their dragons are their most important asset. So why not build ... dragon rooms ... treat them with the upmost respect and freedom. My girl Rhaenyra drops an absolute truth:

"Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they say that because of our dragons. Without them, we're just like everyone else." ―Rhaenyra Targaryen

So why is there even a dragonpit?? Dragons can look after themselves, especially the older ones... wait is there a fear they'll somehow become a wild dragon?

If anyone has any thoughts, PLEASE add them. Because I don't understand!

[jesbian04]

I need you guys to see my vision here and understand it please

[why-greg-land]

Suppose Greg Land wanted to reference his work on X Men Endsong and Uncanny X Men in The Original X Men. How strange they are, anyway!

@bad-comic-art

[funnypages]

Knowing what Greg Land uses for tracing I wonder what the model had in her hand

a hot dog?

[whereintheworldiskamalakhan]

Jean: This is my husband Scott and our boyfriend Logan, and his boyfriend Kurt and girlfriend Ororo.

Jean: And Scott's girlfriend Emma.

Wade: And I'm DP! Which stands for Deadpool. Although I'm sure you were thinking, with this whole Polycule Party going on here, that it probably stood for—

Jean: —WADE. That's Wade. He's.......... Wade.

[jojo-schmo]

I’ve been playing with the Roleswap Beast Council’s designs…. I’m getting somewhere slowly haha. Here’s a Swap Leongar :3

[greatperharps]

currently consuming Ryan Gosling content like it’s crack

[nonbinary-octopus]

ooh, he got some supplies!

Grey Landing (Part 6)

The prompt "Stargazing" made me think of Isaac Grey for some reason. The sailor who found himself in a strange land of giants returns, which is fitting considering his original few snippets came about in GT July last year. He's still working on figuring out how to communicate with the giants, who so far haven't shown much interest in returning the effort.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

~~~

“A need a good bed,” Isaac muttered to himself. Instead, he had a coil of rope around him, a thick twist of fibers that all together was thicker around than his waist, and a bunch of fishing trash. It would be some time before he had a chance to sleep. He could probably lay himself down among the ropes and tackle and catch some rest, the rocking of the boat a reminder of how at home he usually felt on the sea. It was no hammock, this pile of ropes, but his weary bones promised not to complain.

The temptation couldn’t hold up against the looming presence not ten meters away. The giant sitting so close, his companion not far beyond him, ensured Isaac couldn’t rest just yet. He couldn’t let his guard down, not around a pair of giants he couldn’t trust yet, no matter that they hadn’t hurt him so far. He couldn’t control where he’d wake up, if he woke up at all.

So, to keep his mind off the exhaustion and the helplessness of his predicament, Isaac assessed his latest surroundings. Tangled wires lay in an angry mess under a few broken wooden objects with faded paint that looked like fish eyes and fins. Many dips in the salty water had robbed them of their colors and they’d lost the hooks that could secure them to the end of a fishing line. Old broken fishing lures that couldn’t be thrown away.

He dismissed those in favor of the few metal pieces in the pile. Moving gingerly, he sifted through them, ever wary of sharp edges and points on broken hooks and tackle. Moving things about, he found pieces in all states of disrepair.

The giants, it seemed, weren’t willing to get rid of anything, and he could hardly blame them. Back home, everyone felt the squeeze of supplies and prices, everyone knew the value of at least trying to repair and repurpose things.

Well, if Isaac was going to be dropped among the rubbish, he’d repurpose things himself before they got around to it. It was only fair.

His first pick was a three-pronged fishing hook that had lost two of its prongs just above where they branched off. The remaining barb was as sharp as ever, while the two broken off parts stuck out just enough that he was sure they could be useful somehow, but not enough that they would rest uncomfortably against his side when he claimed the thing in his belt. The barb tucked safely against his thigh, and so long as no giant grabbed him too tightly, they wouldn’t be stuck by that hook.

Otherwise, well, they’d get a lesson in some manners.

Also among the scraps, Isaac found a metal disc with holes spaced evenly along it. From the look of it, it had been part of a reel on one of those fishing poles at some point before breaking off. They’d kept the scuffed metal, and he decided to claim it as a good-sized shield just in case. Some scrapped leather cord woven through some of the holes created a handle on the inner curve of the disk and also gave him a way to sling it over his shoulders.

A shield, even a small one, could prove critical in a place where even the fish outclassed him. He’d been through enough in his life to know that over-preparation was impossible. Having some supplies to his name, even borrowed from a giant’s discard pile, eased his mind a bit.

The boat rocked and shuddered as the giants finally reeled in their latest catch. They sounded excited, and Isaac couldn’t blame them. From his low vantage point, he saw the younger giant straining with the net as a fish the size of his arm thrashed about.

A fish that size would probably feed hundreds back home. It’d only feed a few giants, but still. Isaac counted himself impressed. He settled down against the piles of rope where he’d been consigned to wait. He had the patience to hold out a bit longer.

~~~

Isaac woke with a snort as something knocked into the hull and shook through him. His heart fluttered with a momentary shock as he realized he’d dozed off after all, but he forgave himself when he remembered the ache running through his limbs. He blinked and rubbed a rough hand down his face to hasten his waking.

There wasn’t a giant hand rushing at him. Instead, one of the giants stood far overhead, looming and leaning over the boat at a vertiginous angle. Isaac stared in shock for a moment, realizing that the young giant stood on that enormous dock and the fishing boat, its sails stowed and a lantern lit, was rocking gently against it. The older giant took some rope handed off to him, doing the busy work of lashing the boat securely. The fish coolers, each the size of warehouses, already sat on the dock. Night had fallen softly around them, broken by enormous lanterns on the dock.

He didn’t have much time to think about how he’d slept through a good portion of the work of making port. The sky overhead caught his attention. The clouds had finally cleared away.

Stars, a thick blanket of them, spread over the dark canopy above. A broad cluster of them looked like a swipe of dust overhead. Isaac had never seen such a clear sky.

Not a single star among the many looked familiar. Isaac scanned as much as he could see, his skin crawling for the wrongness of the sight. It didn’t even look like the charts his father had shown him from his homeland in India. Wherever he was, he hadn’t seen a chart for it.

In the midst of his startled stargazing, the older giant leaned over the bench of the boat and blocked his view. The man wore a familiar suspicious frown. He scanned over Isaac, eyes lingering on the hook at his belt. Isaac narrowed his eyes right back, not moving from where he reclined. Something about that man’s look reminded him of an uppity first mate on a ship Isaac did not miss. “Can a help you? Don’t tell me ya expected me to carry my weight‒”

The man’s hand appeared and rushed at him, cutting off his ornery complaint. “Stunt sbew, nei̯fitblei̯nd.”

Isaac flinched. If he weren’t so tired and hungry, he was sure he’d be able to leap to his feet before being grabbed up. As it was, he barely managed to move before the giant hand gathered him up in a fist, deftly avoiding the hook he wore. “A don’t know what you want,” he protested, squirming while the giant stood and exited the boat at last. “Happy to take my leave if ya’d stop with the manhandlin’!”

The giant handed him over to the other one with a grunt. Isaac found himself deposited in a pair of cupped hands before the older giant hoisted up one of the fish coolers and stomped past towards the shore. The younger giant sighed in some kind of defeat, and Isaac frowned up at him. “Don’t suppose I’ll convince you either, eh?”

The giant glanced down at him, and then rolled his eyes in what looked like exasperation.

“Aye. I’ll wait, then.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Tags:

@not-a-space-alien

[laststandx3]

There are many bad things about wish, but one of the most annoying is how it fails to pay off its own set ups.

It's established Asha's father believes in the magic from the stars. He died of an illness (never specified), that Asha's grandfather (her father's father) never got his wish granted in YEARS, well now to me this feels targeted.

Follow my thoughts for a minute, how easy would have been with this already established set up to add the part where it's Magnifico who killed Asha's dad because he was promoting a different kind of magic that would undermine Magnifico's power? This would've established Magnifico as an actual villain from the start, manipulating people's perception of him with magic and the lengths he would go to keep his power and crown.

This would have impacted Asha's journey as well,instead of asking Magnifico to grant her grandfather's wish immediately (which imo is a good reason for him not to hire her, she literally asks for favoritism the moment she arrives), let her instead be perfect for the position, not clumsy and awkward but make her qualified and respectful of the king's secrecy about the wishes. And still she's still not hired. And then she starts questioning him, she's studied, she's ready and it's not enough and the king seemed to like her until she mentioned her father.

And then she talks with the people of rosa about the king, if that was unfair of him maybe , but the answer is that the king is good and kind and doesn't he grants everyone's wishes, isn't that so wonderful of him? (and maybe this can be a song) and at first it sounds like she just doesn't want to accept that she wasn't chosen but after the forth person answers the same exact thing, well then this starts to feel more like a script than an original thought. Just then she looks at all the wishes Magnifico's granted so far and they're all material, it's all about people owning bigger houses, better clothes, riches, nothing is about community, knowledge, about people becoming something(musicians, teachers, scientists, artists...) . The guy that got his wish granted last year also got it granted a few years ago too, Isn't that weird? Some people never get their wishes and this guy twice? And also his wish was so selfish? He wanted a swimming pool! How in the best kingdom, with the best king, nobody wishes nice things for others? And isn't that weird that she and her friends used to make graffitis and jokes on the guards but when Sleepy gave away his wish at 18 suddenly he doesn't make jokes about Magnifico's beard anymore? He's so respectful of the rules now.

And idk maybe Asha doesn't just wish upon a star and everything is given to her. Maybe Magnifico's source of magic is Star and she frees it and that's why Star tags along. The magic of the starts was real, her father was right! Star knew her dad, he tried to save the magical pet but he was killed instead! Now it's not just about freedom and justice she wants revenge. And this is maybe when she fucks up because she was too reckless, she got discovered. Her friends/family are watching how she's getting arrested/executed for treason and that's SO UNFAIR such a cognitive dissonance it breaks Magnifico's brainwash spell.

Now a song about revolution makes sense. But singing about revolution bc they want to be able to wish? Are you kidding me? Not only the movie established that you can have new wishes and that they make you whole again, but also girl, you all read the terms of services when giving Magnifico your wish. You give it to him and if he finds it worth it, it'll be granted. Making questions about the king choices is the opposite of living under a monarchy.

Ultimately I agree with everyone who says this movie feels empty, because it's true, it's a bunch of disney trope stitched together with easter eggs that don't makes us feel anything and that contradicts its own message. The fact that disney doesn't want to make grey characters anymore it's felt. And it mirrors the way people have started to see enjoying stories as media consumption, everything that alludes to people being flawed is an endorsement of abuse. So disney's characters have all turned is these empty shells of heroine tropes. They're always bubbly, their worst flaw is being clumsy, but the worst is that they're always right. Asha's quest to free the wishes is based only on her conviction that the king is wrong in not granting everyone's wish. It's never even hinted in the movie that the subjects of rosa lack something. It's a fairy-tale kingdom in every aspect (maybe the king is a bit egocentric but that hasn't hurt anyone so far), except that her grandpa's wish wasn't granted and so the king must be wrong. If it wasn't for Magnifico's long exposition of I don't accept criticism she wouldn't have questioned him. And even then, that's what living in a kingdom means, that you follow the king's rules. I'm sorry but singing about revolution and then ending the movie still under a monarchy is just contradictory with the whole premise.

[wardrobeoftime]

House of the Dragon + Costumes

King Aegon II Targaryen's black & grey doublet in Season 01, Episode 09.

// requested by anonymous