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anatomical-puppet · 4 years ago

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I’m just gonna dump like,, a bunch of random Heartless headcanons under the cut. This is gonna be super disorganized but that’s ok-

I headcanon a lot of them as having ADHD, because Hi, I’m Projecting. Namely, Heartless, Alchemy, Flint, Doppel, Bandy, and Lance! Also maybe River,,

Bandy moves like a TikTok cosplayer. Very bouncy, very flowy, So Many Over-Exaggerated Hand Gestures

When The Gang has to go up against Dock, Alchemy temporarily changes their anatomy so they don’t have a stomach; that way, he can’t poison them

Bandy isn’t one for weapons, but he does have a set of playing cards that are sharp enough to do some damage, if he throws them right

Oh yeah! Bandy knows how to do a lot of card tricks!! He also does gymnastics, so he’s Very flexible

Alastor pretty much lives off of black coffee, melatonin gummies, and toast. For the love of god someone give this man some nutrients

Heartless fuckin LOVES fruit. Give him a bowl of cut-up strawberries and he will forever be in your debt

River really loves animals, and I think she deserves to get a dog at some point :)) like a Big dog, a Saint Bernard maybe?

Lance talks like a bully from an 80s movie half of the time. He will aggressively call you a nerd completely unironically

Bandy paints Lance’s nails for him because he doesn’t have the patience to do it himself

Doppel frequently makes the mistake of trying to scare Flint by jumping out from behind doors and around corners. He ends up getting punched in the nose Every. Single. Time. Flint apologizes but he only half means it

Dock is the official head of the medical division, but he doesn’t actually do anything to help heal injured members. Most of his work is through experiments

Speaking of Dock’s experiments! Bit of a gross warning here, but when it comes to test subjects, he’s partial to vivisection (dissection while the subject is still alive) because it “yields better results”

Alastor is This close to firing Lance. The only reason he hasn’t yet is because the team needs someone with no morals who can just go completely mad on some lads. He’s also slightly worried about Lance killing him

Alastor has a huge fear of death and refuses to be faced with any reminder of his own mortality! Would make interactions with Heartless the Zombie Boy even more interesting 👀

Eira had a pretty bad stutter as a kid, and he’s mostly gotten over it, but he still tends to stutter a lot when he’s nervous or upset

Dock’s generally vibe is honestly very soothing, at first. His voice is smooth and warm, his movements are mostly slow and gentle, he just seems like a nice guy in a weird mask. He also makes almost no noise when he walks, which is weird, but eh

Lorelei will go from 0 to 100 and back in less than a second. Her temper is non-existent, but she’s very good at pulling herself back together after she snaps

Diana. Has. A. Horse. I will die on this hill. His name is Bourbon :)

Glass knows how to draw!! Just a sweet little artist boy. He draws everyone for the one year anniversary of him and Doppel joining the group

I have a Lot of headcanons about some of them playing instruments. Alastor plays violin, Alchemy plays piano, Flint plays guitar, Heartless plays ukulele, Lance plays drums, and Bandy plays the kazoo mostly unironically and surprisingly well??

FLINT CAN SING. I am very passionate about this one. He deserves it

Dunno where this one came from, but Dock is super good with kids and is very intense about keeping them out of harm’s way. He has a pretty young daughter, so he knows what it’s like to look after a child and wants to keep other kids safe, too

#hoo boy this ended up being even longer than I originally thought it’d be. well hot damn #abd illustrates #alchemy valentine #flint solveig #eira hale #doppel glass #river dial #alastor creed #dock #lorelei #bandy bellamis #diana shikari #lance lothaire #heartless headcanons #abd heartless

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mytwitterisdogtoast1 · 4 years ago

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Yugi’s decks and some other odd stuff that just makes sense.

This is a weird double kind of post where I focus on many things because of a little project I’ve been working on. So as anyone who has ever grown up and has been into Yu-Gi-Oh knows you just can’t not like the anime. From the ridiculous duels and cards to the ridiculous hair on every single character and I’m not talking about the newer shows so much as just the original show because that’s probably the “best” one to most people (partial to GX myself even though I know it’s not the best and Konami kinda messed up on it at the end of the series in USA). See if you watch the show a simple easy thing that anyone who gets it would like would be to get the decks of a character. Heck even if it was Weevil people would be a little excited but not as excited as if they got one of the main characters. Which was great because even though it’s old news I was very excited to buy the legendary decks for Yugi. See that is an amazing product idea that can bring in everyone who likes Yu-Gi-Oh. You bring in the casuals by giving them his decks, you bring in the collectors for cards that don’t exist yet here in the west or even those who have missed out on older cards, and you bring in the more serious crowd for cards that are in archetypes that might be harder to find maybe (probably not because the game has evolved to such a degree that even mirror force isn’t good anymore.) but still 2/3 ain’t bad. Let’s be honest though. This is Konami so they’re gonna find a way to fuck it up and I’m a decent guy so I usually try to have some faith in things. Even things like Konami who ruin most of their IPs in general but hey, I keep that faith. This was a simple thing to do but in the end they messed it up with really easy to do things. Now let’s just be really honest about this. if this product interested you. You would buy it if it hit the sweet spot of cost = product. I know I would and I’m sure many others would as well. Let’s assume Konami does its best in that it not only releases every single card Yugi has ever used before but also makes each card that doesn’t exist, to exist. They would have to make a handful of cards yes, but people would probably go and buy that product cause every deck he’s run is in it in their entirety. We can assume they would use his actual deck lists and make his actual decks. Yeah, his decks are not good but let’s face it fan, cosplayers, kids, adults and everyone and their grandma would buy this product. Nostalgia is a huge thing nowadays and even if we can’t play it in a tournament and hope to win we could just roll up, throw down a fiver and just play that sweet sweet celtic guardian. Now let’s be a little more realistic. Let’s assume we take the middle road which is absolutely the best idea. Heck we’ll take both sides of that road and give two middle road ideas that are the best idea. Make his actual decks and only use cards printed while printing about 5 cards that haven’t been made. That electromagnetic turtle is pretty dope not gonna lie. Point is even then we would still get a 4 card deck from each main part of the journey. 120 cards, 5 promos, the art cards for duelist kingdom, the god cards (playable or not even) would not set anyone back hard in printing since they’re all stuff already made in real life and would even bring cards like torike and horn imp into the west which haven’t even come here. Heck don’t even make decks. Throw in every card from every single season he has ever used. We don’t need to have 2 giant soldier of stones. (yes he uses two at one point) It would however be nice if we just got the cards the way he has them in looks and what he has. Call it Yugis legendary collection and it is the same exact thing. The worst thing you could do is just make his deck and just add in random shit like 3 dark magician girls. Which is what they did. Like This is a simple thing to make man how could you mess up by adding cards he didn’t use in decks when they didn’t exist then? Even detonate which is a card Kaiba uses. Look man it’s not the biggest of deals but the fact that the next set was stuff “based on their main cards” and Yugi had exodia? HE USED IT IN ONE DUEL. Make a dark magician deck. Sure it would reprint some of the same stuff but lets face it. THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE WOULD WANT. We don’t want something LIKE it. We want that thing. Why does this matter? Honestly besides how sad the product was it really made me want the thing I didn’t get and it is near impossible ( at least I assume) to get torike and horn imp in the west when I believe it has had one printing in the east only and the only way to buy the cards are to go buy Orica stuff. Which in their own way is nice too. Support artists. So I took it upon myself to make those exact decks and to in general just make it a small side project in my life. Duelist kingdom deck was mostly easy to do and I am missing just 3 cards so I can buy 2 of them no problem and the others are torike and horn imp. Cards we never got (fuck you Konami). That’s when I started to see the other seasons which are not cannon in comics but are technically cannon in the show. Filler is a very iffy thing to use but I’m super casual and actually like filler in things I like. Hell DBZ has some of the better filler in the side stuff it puts in because it never really changes much. However sometimes you can have too much filler or filler that changes the series totally (stares at bleach, Naruto, and one piece. You all know what you did). Now why does this also matter? Because it raises a ton of questions about the series in general when you look at a characters decks. Did you know that as iconic as Gaia the fierce knight is he doesn’t show up past duelist kingdom? Even in the manga he only has it in duelist kingdom. This raises a ton of questions. Like Gaia the dragon champion is really good in the anime. Because let’s face it. If you are going to use chimera in your duels than why not have Gaia in there as well to make a stronger monster? It’s one of his boss monsters. I mean he still uses curse of dragon in every deck except waking the dragons which again I know it’s not fully cannon but that shouldn’t stop them from using him. Unless there was a decent enough reason. I think that reason is you don’t need the monster itself in duelist kingdom to make the fusion. Which I can actually make an argument for. Yugi has 2 monsters in his deck. First is Black skull dragon and Dragon master knight. I know one is filler but it would fit the same argument regardless because even if we take from the anime it might be a little different in the manga and comic for battle city but that is indeed cannon. So the point I’m making is it’s a little strange Yugi would have either of those mosnters in his deck. He never knew he was going to work with Joey or Kaiba ever so why would he just have them? Trade doesn’t really work that way in the show cause we never see it and I know that dude isn’t carrying around cards because let’s face it. He didn’t bring anything but his cards and a glove. He didn’t have replacement cards. Which makes you wonder where the time wizard was from when he gave it to joey. He isn’t carrying extra cards cause the world doesn’t have packs the same way and cards would be more diverse or shittier and packs are like 5 cards per pack. So having such a rare and powerful card like that and it just “being around” makes 0 sense. Which makes you believe that it came from his deck. So time wizard was an original card. We have to remember that the reason he never played it is he never drew it in his duels and then gave it to Joey. Which makes the most sense. So if we go by that logic it would be understandable that since time wizard doesn’t fuse into baby dragon that you don’t even need thousand dragon in the extra deck. That also means dark sage isn’t even in Yugis deck because if it was meant to pair with time wizard he’d have taken it out or he just simply never ran into it or was a jerk and threw it in to counter Joey. So by that logic the reason Gaia never made a return is he never had the fusion in the first place. This makes me assume many things about the decks written are kind of misleading. Firstly the fact that Yugi has the same deck kind of but changes it every season. It makes 0 sense that he would in a world where cards are not a common supply even though it is the most common thing in his world to have that he would just always remake his deck mostly alike and then in general change 10 cards out only to put them back in to only take them out again. So when mysical elf is in his deck in virtual world but he doesn’t put 2 giant soldiers of stone in makes me question if he actually even doesn’t have mystical elf in his deck normally but sure as heck has feral imp. I came to the conclusion that in every season Yugi is just running the same deck with no differences. If there are differences it would be he added them in later on because he got the card and the only reason we never see it is that the man has over 80 cards in his deck. No it’s not 40 no matter how many times he says it because anime rules. It makes even less sense to change the deck not just for every season but every duel that he would have life shaver in against Kaiba only and then never play it in a duel ever again or something along those lines. Why does this matter? If I am going to make his decks I want to be as “accurate” as possible and am going to make his decks but it’s not like anyone wants to just make 7 decks for the dude. Especially when you take the Pharaoh into account as well. And who even wants to actually just make a Yugi themed deck? It’s not the same as having his decks themselves. It is much cooler in the end to actually have his deck. Even if it is 4000 cards large.

#yugioh #yami yugi #yugi moto #konami #legendary decks #deck #atem

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deathduty · 5 years ago

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2 fights, 1 chatzy || Deirdre & Jeff

0 feelings.

“You listen the fuck up,” Deirdre turned, gripping Jeff by his shockingly muscular biceps and glaring into his weirdly beautiful blue eyes. Jeff was an attractive man, she could level with him on that. But he was, oh so stupid. “It’s fae not fairy don’t even try faerie in there because someone will mishear you and then try to fight and I am not going to defend you.” Deirdre paused, letting him go and straightening up. The glow from the inside of the bar spilled across cold pavement even outside it’s well-hidden doors. Before they even dared step foot inside though, Deirdre needed to lay her ground work. “You’re going to see a lot of wings. Yes, they’re all real. No, there are none—what did you call them? Erotic cosplayers? There’s none of those. Don’t touch them without asking, it’s rude.” She pushed open the bar door, holding it for Jeff. Normally the tether between two fae was an anchoring point, with Jeff, it only served to make her more nervous. “If you’re ready, let’s go."

Jeff sort of felt like he was being lectured by his mother. He looked down at Deirdre, almost amused, a surprisingly charming grin on his face. “Alright, alright, I fucking get it, calm down. Fae. Not Fairy or Faerie, no erotic cosplayers - which are, by the fucking way, a thing. Seriously.” She seemed anxious. He patted her lightly, carefully on the shoulder. “Relax, De, I’ll fucking behave myself. Everything will be fine.” Honestly, he was just excited to meet other fairies. This was his chance, wasn’t it? He walked in first, quickly sliding the bouncer $40 as their entrance fee before looking around. There were a lot of wings. Jeff perked up considerably, turning to look at Deirdre to say as much, but he then thought that might be a bad idea. It seemed like a pretty wild bar, he knew the type. Not really his type of bar, if he was being honest, but he was from Boston and he didn’t think there were his types of bars here. “Do you want me to buy you a drink?” He asked, kindly.

There was something about Jeff’s foul mouth that was contagious; freeing, even. Deirdre smiled as the strode into the bar, awash with the feeling of ice down her back over and over again until the feeling of each fae near her melded into one warm pit sitting in her stomach. This was her scene, this was a place she knew and could navigate. The rules here made sense; there was order, there was reason. There was….wings and a guy from Boston whose neck she wanted to wring and whose broad body she wanted to hug—and then stab. "What a gentlemen,” she smiled, knowing her way around the club on account of the frequency she came here. “Buying me a drink…maybe your mom did raise you right.” She moved towards the bar and waved over at the bartender; it wasn’t Julia, but a fae-face she knew anyway. “I’ll let you pick for me, Jeff. You look like a man who has good tastes…” she trailed off, looking around, “what do you think so far?"

“My mom did raise me right. She’s very nice,” Jeff said, grinning at her pleasantly. He smiled at the bartender, before taking a moment to pick what sort of drink Deirdre would want. Definitely not a fruity cocktail, though those were surprisingly fun to make. He wouldn’t put it past her if she likes margaritas or martinis - he could see it now, her lounging out by a pool with a martini while she threatened to stab people that irritated her. Instead, though, he ordered two straight Irish whiskeys on the rocks. He smiled at the bartender, before glancing at Deirdre. “I like what I like, don’t gotta be sorry about that.” He shrugged, slightly, before looking around. “Pretty fucking nice place, good club bar. Probably does real well on the weekends.” He lowered his voice, leaning over to speak to her quietly. “Can humans come here? Or is it just us Fair- Fae?”

Deirdre raised a brow at his choice in drink for them, relaxing her expression with a soft chuckle a moment later. Maybe don’t judge a book by it’s dumb exterior. She was happy enough to let her assumptions die, until Jeff continued speaking and she remembered what about him made her want to jump into a fast-flowing river in the first place. “I never asked what you do for a job. With the way you’re talking, I’d say you know a thing or two about bars,” Deirdre flinched, ready to clasp her hand over Jeff’s mouth until he corrected himself. “Watch it,” she hissed, but considered his question. “You see that guy over there?” Deirdre turned and pointed to Old Joe, who wasn’t really that old or named Joe, but was stuck with the unfortunate nickname anyway. The grumpy, short spriggan with an unbearably thick Scottish accent had his sharp blue eyes aimed at the club’s entrance, shifting his gaze only to glare around every so often. “You bring a human in, and he’s got some words to say about it,” she turned back to Jeff, “humans can come here, usually with a Fae chaperone. I don’t think–we don’t need to mingle with humans. They don’t know how to have fun.” Her eyes flickered to the bartender as their drinks were clinked down in front of them, muttering a sweet thank you as she downed it all in one—very well deserved—sip. She’d need it if this was the kind of conversation Jeff wanted to have. “You’re far more fond of humans than most fae are.” Should be.

He glanced over to Old Joe, raising an eyebrow. “He looks pleasant,” Jeff said dryly. He didn’t understand what she was saying. Surely there had to be more humans in the world than fairies, considering he had never really met another fucking fairy other than his father and this woman. But apparently, humans didn’t know how to have fun. Jeff scoffed and laughed. “You clearly haven’t been around them long enough,” he said, following suit in downing his own glass. Clearly, Deirdre was intending on getting drunk, and it would be no fun if he stayed just as sober as her. “I was raised as a human, you know,” Jeff pointed out, leaning against the bar and looking around. A lot of people did have wings, though he was surprised that none of them looked like his - most of them weren’t even close. He wondered when they learned how to fly. He had to be slow, just like with everything else. “I don’t understand the bullshit about not liking them.” He was practically human, wasn’t he? He wished he was. That was depressing. Wanting to be something that he wasn’t. It made him feel bitter. His jaw tightened slightly. “It’s not like they’re any worse than these fuckin’ fairies.”

Three things happened at once. Scandalized gasps, a record scratch in the music, and head whipped around to stare at the pair. “… Fuck,” he muttered. He forgot.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” And there was Old Joe. Jeff scowled, standing at his full height, slamming his empty glass back down.

“Do we have a problem here?”

Deirdre tensed, holding her tongue. Her mother taught her to respect fae above all else. Jeff with is ignorance, Regan with her whole thing and Lydia with her stupid perfect wings made it all so much harder but she had to. A fae was always better than a human, even if that fae was a foul-mouthed Bostonian. “I’ve been around more humans than you think and I–” she cut her sentence off. Arguing wasn’t important. She’d mold Jeff into the fae he was supposed to be, it would just take some time. “It’s not about not liking them…” she mumbled under her breath, waiting for Jeff to explain his point of view. Except, that never came. Instead, he did exactly what she warned him not to do and the club stalled to look at them. The tension was palatable and she stepped out between Jeff and Old Joe. “He’s a changeling!” She explained with a forced grin and a desperate crack in her Irish accent. “He’s learning! No problem here!”

“Ah, shut up! Now that flatback’s gonna preach t’us?” Old Joe spat into his glass, and Deirdre deflated. Normally full of bluster and confidence, she never had a retort for that. In her younger years, she held up uneven paper-wings to her back. No one was ever fooled and now she lived with more shame than she ought. A fae was always better than a human though, and so she slunk back beside Jeff. “Sorry,” she mumbled, “s-sorry–I–Jeff, let’s just—” Leave? Ignore him? “Why don’t you apologize to old Joe?”

Changeling. What the fuck did that mean? Jeff’s face screwed up in confusion as he looked between Deirdre and Old Joe before he heard the words flatback come out Old Joe’s damn mouth. He looked sharply over at him as Deirdre visibly deflated and came back to his side. He thought the fuck not. Jeff cracked his knuckles angrily. Who did this fairy piece of shit think he was? He remembered the school yard taunting and the physical fights he got in growing up - now explained because of what he was. Because he was different. He was a fucking fairy, and so was everyone else here, and yet they still had the audacity to give Deirdre shit for having a flatback. He swung before he said anything, punching Old Joe squarely between his dumbass eyes. Gasps rang out from the crowd forming around them but as Jeff hauled Old Joe up off the ground by is shirt, he said, “Now you’re going to fuckin’ apologize to the lady -”

“And how are you going to make me?! “

It was almost comical, mostly because right above Jeff hung a sign that said NO VIOLENCE PERMITTED. “How about I fucking rip your wings off and we see who the flatbacker is now?”

There was usually something charming about a man fighting for her, though it was usually less embarrassing than and Deirdre was the one instigating it. Old Joe didn’t seem to find it charming either. “What’d’ye say t’me?” Her jabbed a crooked finger at Jeff’s chest. Old Joe, a long time regular of Faetal Attraction knew the rules well. But there was something about Jeff that sparked a deep rage in him and he flung himself at the taller man’s face, swinging wildly wherever he could land a hit.

Deirdre blinked, baffled, and then very frightened. “Hey! There’s no fighting! There’s no fighting!” She tried desperately to rip Old Joe from Jeff, or Jeff from Old Joe, but found herself having to duck and dodge fists while the rest of the club looked on. There was that glastig she was trying to sleep with, that that nix over there that promised her some interesting bones. Would they still let her in after this. “Jeff! Jeff! Stop! We–” she finally managed to grab Old Joe by his collar and yank him back. “Fates, are you two insane!?”

Old Joe spat on Jeff’s unfairly beautiful face, “the big prick started it.”

Jeff wasn’t about to let some puny ass, face tatted fairy make him or Deirdre look like an idiot. Flatbacker his ass.The two tousled, Jeff pleased enough to smash Old Joe’s face in. Fuckin’ prick got off on pretending he wasn’t just like any other fucking person on this planet - a mask of insecurities. The only thing that was irritating was that he was fairly certain he broke one of his fake nails off. And he kept having to not hit Deirdre. By the time Deirdre yanked Old Joe off him, Jeff had a swollen eye that would like bruise, his shirt was ripped, and there were nasty scratches on the side of his face. He didn’t care, much, though. He was spat on and he jerked forward. “You puny fucking fa-”

He didn’t get his insult out, but realized he was being jerked back by an angry looking bouncer. Jeff looked up at him, pointing. “He fuckin’ started it!” Jeff retorted. The bouncer pointed upwards, and Jeff looked up. NO VIOLENCE ALLOWED. “….. That’s a fucking stupid rule, it’s a bar.”

“You two!” He said, and at first he thought he was pointing at Old Joe, which would have been fair. But instead, he was pointing at poor Deirdre. “Get out, or we’ll throw you out. Now.”

That was it. The last straw. Deirdre dropped Old Joe, throwing up her hands. Jeff was an idiot, so was Old Joe. Fae weren’t supposed to be like this. She wasn’t supposed to be like this. Where were her wings? Her swell of pride that drowned out everything else? Where was she, afloat in uncertainty she shouldn’t have? Thrust into roles she didn’t suit. “We’re going!” Her voice cracked, the bouncer pointed at her and she knew why. Flatback, the one that brought the foul-mouthed fae with her. Old Joe was a regular, he deserved to punch Jeff. Deirdre was the wrong one, as she was finding with increasing regularity. She gripped Jeff by the sleeve and dragged him out, her burning head down. She waited until they were clear in the cool night air before she dared to look up, into Jeff’s unfairly pretty eyes. “What were you thinking!?” And she hoped, screaming at him, digging her nails into her palms and hoping they’d draw blood, that she’d have her answers for everything. Why, even after all she did, she wasn’t good enough. “You don’t—first of all, I said don’t say fairy. Then I said don’t fight the guy and you—-you did both!” She breathed, “Jeff, we’re supposed to be—you’re supposed to be better than this.”

And suddenly they were being thrown out. Willingly! Jeff’s brows furrowed as Deirdre seized his sleeve, dragging him back out into the night, looking down at her, evenly. Ah, this was the part of the night were he got yelled at for being stupid. Usually they had more than one drink in them though. “Well, I forgot about the fairy thing. That was, uh, my damn bad, sorry. But he deserved it! He called you a name!” Jeff argued back. “Fucking prick was asking for it - flatback my ass. I’ll show him a flat back, I know what fucking happens when you rip off wings, the fucking asshole.” He muttered, but he didn’t like the way Deirdre said that last sentence. You’re supposed to be better than this. He scoffed. “Am I?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s a damn fucking load of shit, De, and I think you know it. I’m not gonna apologize for punching some douchebag Fae out for being a prick, I don’t don’t care who he is. You wanna talk about who should be better? It’s him!” He jerked his head over at the bar. “Some fucking Fae he is, talking shit about another one like that. He should be ashamed of himself.” He huffed slightly, looking down at her…. Ah Hell, he had sort of ruined the night. He leaned down a little. “Are you okay?”

Deirdre stared at Jeff, her anger subsided as he went on. He knew about ripping wings off, did he? She gulped instead of asking. He was probably talking about his own, and there was a cruel irony in that—that he’d rip his own off while Deirdre tried to stick hers on. They really were two different people, both fae. She exhaled, flattening out the creases in her black dress with the palm of her hand as though that helped, as though anything could help either of them now. At least he was saying fae, that was a start. Except, maybe don’t yell about hurting fae outside of the fae bar. “I’m fine, Jeff,” she looked up at him. He didn’t even know. He didn’t even know what he’d done. He might as well have been human for all his fae-heritage suited him, and maybe there were nights he dreamed of that. She didn’t dare to ask. “But it’s fine you really shouldn’t—” her sentence hung cut off in the air, as the dunken voice of another man interjected.

“Oi! This bugger’s goin’ on about hurtin’ fae!” The man punched his open palm, placing a hand on Jeff’s shoulder. “We got a problem, warden?” The man, and the small ground nodding behind him, were probably too drunk to realize Jeff was a fae too.

“Oh not again,” Deirdre sighed, reaching out to tug on Jeff’s sleeve again, urging him to walk away with her. ��Let’s not—”

“Now the warden’s flatback friend’s gonna stop us!”

“But -” Jeff started, confused. She clearly wasn’t fine. He couldn’t wrap his big, stupid head around this - he knew he wasn’t too smart, but he also knew that this Fairy shit, whatever it was, was confusing. None of it made any fucking sense. All it seemed was a bunch of different people gathering around looking for an excuse to be assholes to each other: just like humans. But then, Jeff was jerked back by the shoulder. He looked, bewilderedly at them.

“Warden?” He knew that word. What was that word again? “No, my name is Je - oh! Wait! No, I’m not a-” He finally remembered that Warden’s were what the hunters that murdered his father were called, just in time to hear that insult again. He glowered at them, before shaking Deirdre off and slamming his fist in his face.

“That’s fucking rude!”

The ensuing brawl was just as anti-climatic as the first. At some point, the drunk fairy realized Jeff wasn’t a warden, and had started hurling other insults at him. “Daonnie!” He spat, and Jeff went to go slam him into the ground.

“My name is Jeff!! Not Donnie!!”

Deirdre tensed. The word hung in the air, a guillotine threatening to come down on her and she watched them tussle about. Jeff didn’t even know. It was her job to explain what he was doing wrong and show him but all she could think about was having that word thrown at her too. Of the time her cousin had levelled it against her, of the time she’d heard it whispered among to fae and Jeff didn’t even know. She stumbled backward, watching them with slowly bubbling panic. If she stopped them, did the applause her family gave her subside or grow? Did the fae of the bar remember her face and spit that word at her too? Jeff had ignorance as his shield, Deirdre was offered no such kindness. "Please, Jeff…” she croaked, feeling so much unlike herself here. Feeling like a child again. She turned and ran, barreling down the street in hopes that burning her lungs could stop her suddenly stinging eyes. But it was hard to run in heels, one snapped under her force but she continued to run anyway. Away from Jeff. Away from that word. Away from truth.

#wickedswriting #c: jeff #fairyjeff #we stan jeff in this house #love u #ALSO #this was vERY FUN #SHOUTS OUT TO OLD JOE #no shouts out actually he sucks #chatzy #2 fights #1 feelings

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S3 Ep5: Happy Valentines Season the Writing Team Remembered YugixTea Exists

Alrighty, I’m mostly back together from nearly a week of the plague and now my buffer is basically demolished. Man. Youknow, every time I make a buffer this happens. Maybe I was just asking to get sick? That every time I finish a healthyish buffer my immune system just tanks in response?

Anyway, that’s fine because it’s been like a week now that I’ve been sort of wanting to talk about the massive amount of birds in this episode. Yeah, birds. I mean there’s no reason for me to try and hide the spoilers, I’m assuming 99% of y’all have seen this show. There were a LOT of birds.

Last we left off, Yugi decided to run headfirst into a trap door.

And then on the other side he was somehow amazed this was a trap?

Because there wasn’t either a mace or an ax handy to go through the wall like Tristan And Duke, instead Yugi has to end up in a Photoshop Filter.

Shoutouts to the overlay aurora borealis on top of this whole mess. This whole aesthetic here is just so nostalgic and I didn't even watch this show as a kid.

Man the 00′s were a great time. Speaking of great time.

We’ve had like 0 Joey for like 4 episodes and it’s been kind of incredible since this show leans pretty heavily on Joey. Like I have barely touched that mustard color in Photoshop, instead it’s been a lot of Tea, and I’ll be honest, about time. I have been saying for like 3 seasons now that this girl never has anything to do but be a ghost bus and a sort-of-not-really-gf to I guess Mokuba and sometimes Yugi but now she’s...still not doing a whole lot. I’ll be honest her new big thing is mostly running away from things, but at least now she now does Olympian feats while still doing nothing.

But all that’s gotta change because, much like Joey in S1, Tea’s gonna throw some cards with only like 2 games under her belt.

So like, I was experiencing Witcher 1 the other day, and I don’t recommend it since Witcher 1 is not nearly as good as it’s sequels, but there’s this hilarious line where Witcher is gonna learn a dice minigame, and he asks his friend “how can I become a dice expert?” and his friend goes “Well that takes experience! Play 4 games.” and it’s like lol what? 4? That was all it need for ANYONE to be an expert, huh?

This is like that. Yugioh is a weird universe where Yugi is King of Games but he’s only been in one tourney and he’s only played this game professionally in a professional no-one-is-setting-anyone-on-fire setting like maybe 4 times.

Like everyone plays this game but the bar for entry is surprisingly low? All Yugi had to do was beat one guy by playing him once, really--just beat Pegasus and boom, King of Games. No wonder Seto was so freakin pissed.

Anyways, so the fact that Tea hasn’t really played is just like everyone else on this show.

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Anyways, after she ran 4 miles and climbed a bridge and all that, she decides, youknow what? Right here in this barren orc-filled desert is probably a safe place for a dream sequence.

And she dreams of the very last person I expected her to dream about.

So...I have questions about this dream sequence, ones that I will touch on later, but clearly Tea is getting some inception quality prophetic card knowledge from Yugi through a dream...however...Yugi isn’t actually doing anything right now. Right now Yugi is running through Tron so like...how is this happening?

Like is this just Tea actually knowing how cards work under layers and layer of subconscious? Because under layers and layers of Tea’s subconscious is actually SlightlyMoreOrLessEvil!Marik, who, as we discovered through last season’s plot twist is actually very, very bad at cards. Bakura might be still under there too, but he’s sort of everywhere just minding his own business so I doubt he’d bother coming out for Tea. Bakura’s still canonically dead/hanging out in Yugi’s Brain Labyrinth Game Room playing Gameboy Advance until Season 5.

I mean, it would be neat if Yugi actually could do this but like...he’s not actually here or at all aware that this is happening. Yes he has Ishizu’s necklace right now but will not use it this episode. This is just happening for no reason.

Which leads right into the second thing which is our most vague couple is finally going to get it’s own episode since like the beginning of season 2 and it’s literally all a dream.

Flashbacks to Yugi and Tea actually hanging out and talking one on one were all we really needed to stop calling this ship vague but eh this BARELY counts as it’s all one sided. This is just Tea doing all of this relationship herself. Which is pretty true to form as Yugi is a mess and can barely do relationships with himself at this point, let alone add a girl into the mix.

I feel like at this point a Broadway play about one single Yugioh card is waaaaaaay more likely than YugixTea ever like ever getting together (cuz like FOR REALS most Broadway is bad. Like legit not great). In fact, this make believe date they went on together is so far from reality--as it is not only a dream, but a dream in VR, and that even in the dream itself Yugi reminds her “PS, WE NEVER WENT ON THIS DATE, PS” and Tea’s like “that seemed open ended” and Yugi was like “NOPE.”

So this play is so terrible that it asks for audience participation and it turned her into a cosplayer.

So little aside, when I got my Netflix account the first thing I rented was Ironman, and then the second thing I rented, mostly out of morbid curiosity, was Cats.

Regrets. I like watching some pretty bad movies and plays but Cats is sort of like...if everyone dressed like personified leg warmers and made us pretend the leg warmers turned them into cats for some reason, and that the legwarmers were all in a polyamorous relationship with everyone else and got way too horny when they danced. And then they all died at the end/went to space/got reincarnated. But, I guess we have to give Cats some credit for basically launching furry technology forward like 50 years.

I am SUPER looking forward to the Cats movie. Probably will skip it in theaters but Netflix? Yes, please!

Anyway, Pharaoh was also here chaperoning these two like he always does although Tea has no idea what he looks like.

I just realized that, so far, every date we’ve seen with YugixTea, Yugi wasn’t even there. Like how does he keep managing to do this? The kid is managing this relationship like a champ being the supportive boyfriend or whatever and he’s not even there. Like damn.

A penguin.

so many penguins

Anyways, the animation team drew I want to say like 600 penguins for this episode. I just want to acknowledge their sacrifice for our behalf, so we could have this filler episode and watch an actual relationship blossom between Yugi and Tea but only in a dream sequence.

Because I notice art stuff like this, they did copy paste these penguins in a clever way so it wasn’t drawing 60000 penguins, but damn that’s still a lot of penguins.

My bro, the namesake of this blog, freakin loves penguins. So this entire episode he kept looking over at me and being like “right?! RIGHT!?” and it was like “wow, Bro they really made this show just for you huh?” and he was like “RIGHT?!?!”

So the thing about Crump is that he likes collecting numbers about people, which the show makes out to be strange but I have a bunch of accountant friends, and I once had one tell me that God was an accountant, and then he gave me some complicated explanation that I absolutely muted out of my memory. I once had a friend who had a fascinating spreadsheet on everywhere she lived and the friends she had, just to see if she could accurately display the percentage chance of who was dating, who was getting married, and the exact percentage of which of those broke up and the length of all of their relationships. And she was an art major.

I never saw those spreadsheets of love numbers, I only know they exist, and I have no idea where I stood on them. Sometimes I think about it. Is she still tracking me? I sure hope so.

Dude that one penguin on the right just

This show throws out the number 219 pieces of pizza like that was a bad thing?

I guarantee you, that eating 14 slices of pizza a year is a depressingly low statistic (assuming you don’t eat pizza when you’re 1 yo) That is only about 1.5 large pizzas a YEAR. That is nothing.

Course bear in mind I’m a Californian and I eat like...about 2-3 slices every time fast food pizza is offered me. And if I’m alone, well dammit I’ll eat.......more than that, we’ll just say. In fact, I just Marie Kondo’d my closet and found my college cookbook which was mostly me trying to replicate the CPK Thai chicken pizza as well as the CPK Pear Gorgonzola pizza (and may the CPK Pear Gorgonzola Pizza Rest in Peace, you perfect pizza. I have not returned to CPK once it left the menu. Bro hates this pizza but he is wrong.)

Like it sounds way nasty but I’m Californian so we don’t believe in food purity here. Put whatever the hell you freakin want on your dumb ass pizza. No food is sacred, no food will be left untouched, we’re all human beings, and everything you like is all going to be turned into pizza and tacos anyway. That is the way.

I’m pretty sure that I’ve only had 219 pieces of just Pear Gorgonzola Pizza (since it was a pricier pizza). Maybe Crump was just referring to the one type of zah?

Anyway, I got very distracted by pizza just now.

Tea heard Crumps offer to duel her in exchange for her body and she was like “I don’t really actually want to do that.” and just bounced.

I mean at least she tried to bounce. As it is, I’m glad Tea is like the only one here who at least has figured out that Cards are Dangerous.

And then an iceberg formed under her feet.

Meanwhile, Yugi has been sent to this room with four doors. Each door has a number of stars between one and four. Please remember he has Ishizu’s future necklace somewhere on his person and it could probably help him out but nah.

and then out of no where Yugi pulls this out of his pocket.

Another place where, because they localized the show to a ton of different countries, they decided to make a fake currency so people wouldn’t be thrown off by a Japanese coin and it only made the lore more confusing. He could have just used a Yen and I’m pretty sure us American kids would have been fine but localization problems amiright?

But yeah, there’s just this super random Millennium Penny that Yugi just has. To have. The redheaded stepchild 8th Millennium item no one remembers. Just like how no one remembers Bakura.

Now that I think of it, he did pull some pennies out of his pocket back in S1 with the labyrinth riddle. So maybe that’s just a skill the millennium puzzle can do--making weird ass pennies?

This is my brother’s aesthetic, this right here. This Big Penguin in a 3 piece suit and it’s got some anime for some reason strapped in the most goofy way on it stubby little wing.

This is Steve-o’s Mood down to a T.

Anyways, funnily enough, Tea and Yugi do actually get to communicate with each other this episode, but she isn’t aware that she’s doing it, much like how he wasn’t aware that he was in a dream she just had.

And so, Yugi feels newly inspired and very desperate and just throws himself directly at the door.

Yugi never did this back when Tea was abducted last season. Which...was yesterday. All that happened literally yesterday in the timeline of this show. Literally yesterday in the timeline of the show Seto Kaiba had to save Tea because Yugi got himself tied to an anchor and was too busy trying to kill himself to save Joey Wheeler (which didn’t even work and Serenity had to save Joey Wheeler instead it was a whole very confusing thing.) Like Yugi has got to stop needlessly sacrificing himself it only works a fraction of the time.

Anyway, Crump (Crumb? I don’t remember his name anymore) gives us a little backstory on why he chose to be a bird. We never got a backstory with like...Gansley. I think Yugi didn’t really waaaant to know why he was a sexy fish. And Gansley honestly didn’t want to tell him. And personally, I’m OK with not knowing.

What is it with TV shows and saying that every freakin weird tick their characters have is down to childhood trauma? Usually from parents? Like it’s such a tired trope nowadays. And honestly, from a psychological standpoint, TV shows constantly blaming parents for any character being an asshole is sort of unfair because sometimes you just have a kid who’s an asshole and it’s no one’s fault (except for the kid himself). But mostly, Yugioh tends to get creative with their backstories and this one is just “I dunno, I was lonely” which is a whole lot like the Mai backstory, but she didn’t turn into an evil bastard who wants to be a penguin, did she?

Hell, she got engaged.

Anyways, Seto’s S1 outfit makes a rare appearance. I miss that green jumpsuit with the pop collar. We got it twice this season. Heh, and bro told me this arc was bad.

And so because Crump was just straight up real bad at business and didn’t know how to find more angel investors, he’s just gonna do a murder.

Can we talk a little bit about this? So Gozoboro Kaiba was an asshole who made a ton of weapons--and that whole time, Crump was working with him so that one day he could go up to Kaiba Sr and be like “lets put that nuclear deal on hold--what if instead we just sold...penguins?”

Like that was Crump’s whole life plan. He blames Seto for it not working out but this guy worked for a supervillain for I’m assuming was like 30 years to build this theme park that I’m pretty sure would have never been made anyway?

And then Seto turned right around and made a theme park with a bunch of dragons in it?

Like why didn’t Crump just go to a freakin Zoo and be like “Lets make a penguin only zoo?” Like why didn’t he start with people who actually worked with animals?

Why did Crump go straight to working with the evil guns n stuff company to build a children’s theme park?

Anyway, he’s a penguin now, so it’s not like Crump is really all there and altogether. Like I’m assuming that maybe Kaiba Sr got a penguin theme park commission in his inbox once a month and just threw it in the trash being all “there goes that Crump again” and just ignored it or something. Like every Halloween work party Crump would have been a penguin, right? Like EVERY Halloween for 30 years? And like when Kaiba Sr got his boys did Crump come up to him and give him a Penguin lecture about how to be a perfect parent? Like how much of a nightmare was Crump to work with and how many times did the Kaibas try to kill him before Seto finally did is what I’m asking.

Also, still taking Dayquil, thanks for asking, I apparently still have some rants.

But that’s all for now.

PS I’ll have you know I almost made the title of this episode “fowl play” and decided that was too much of a low hanging pun. But I’m still like...I’m still feeling like putting it up there. That be the mix of meds and congestion.

#yugioh #recap #photo recap #yugioh recap #S3 ep5 #tea gardner #yugi muto #SO MANY PENGUINS #penguins #seto kaiba #kaiba #noah #Yo Tea Gardner just got abducted by birds #flightless birds

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goat--ish · 6 years ago

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Probs not a proper one-shot

I’m not really part of the fandom so come and take this nonsense from my clammy hands, please.

It was funny to write this even tho it probs makes no sense and has like 0 consistency but I tried (and laughed all the way to the end). Main two ideas come from @kkrazy256 (Kaito taking photos from himself) and @ninthfeather (Kaito knowing about the “Shinichi is Kid” theory) (+ an anon)

It’s kinda long so Imma put it after a read more or whatever. Also, sorry if it cant be read, english is hard

Kaito loved having so much attention. He craved it every time he went on a heist and people -his audience- would be there, waiting for him and his magic.

He loved the idea of having fans and having people wonder about his tricks with every heist. There was something so addictive about it and he wasn't even going to reflect on why he needed someone's attention so much, on why he desired it with almost every fiber of his body.

He was a thief, or that was how the police call him. He wasn't even sure himself since everything he had taken had been returned a few days later, maybe he didn't have to keep something and the act of taking it by force was what made a thief, well, a thief. Still, there was the fact that he didn't keep any of the jewels and, even when her mother was sending him money pretty often, he was a teenager living alone that made the occasional and normal bad choice to buy something expensive leaving him without money to pay for electricity or water, and also a famous thief that needed lot's of materials to actually do some acceptable magic tricks to entertain HIS people.

Maybe he had Aoko helping him with the food and the old man did most of the planning for the heists -and got most of the things Kaito needed-, but he needed money and didn't have the courage to ask for more to his mom. He did say he was going to be Kid with so much confidence, he felt like asking for more help would be cheating.

So yeah, he needed money.

The idea had occurred to him a few times but it wasn't until he checked the news of his last heist that struck him that it might be a good one. Kaito knew the heist hadn't been his best one and was nervous to see what his critics and audience was saying about it. Had it been as bad as he thought? Hadn't he been as astonish as he wanted to be?

Of course, the police was bragging his good work to the world, how the police were so awesome that they stopped Kid from getting the diamond he was after. What caught his attention was the comments section at the very end of the article, where some of his fans were complaining that Kid deserved that diamond even if his game wasn't as good as other occasions.

That was a bullet to the heart and if it wasn't for that one comment he would have gone to sleep for the next three day, feeling depressed and guilty. Between the madness that was the comment section, there was one comment of how someone not just wanted, but was ready to pay and kill for a good photo of his favorite phantom thief.

Kaito had seen the insane amount of photos people had taken of Kid during the last years, most of them being just blurry figures or a stain of white between too much light. There was the occasional photo taken by a professional but even those were images of Kid being too far away to have a proper look to his suit.

The idea was too good to let it slide and never do something about it. Of course, he wasn't so sure about it but his ego wouldn't shut up about how people would love a proper photo of Kid, of him. That's why the next heist he made sure to not only prepare everything he needed to steal the jewel but also prepared a few cameras on strategic spots that he was sure would take his best angle.

At the end of the night, Kaito had the jewels and a dozen of photos that didn't quite looked like he wanted. They were dynamic and definitely made Kid look as awesome and handsome as he felt but there was something bothering him and didn't know what.

It was until he got to his house that it clicked.

The photos were great but the quality of the camera made them look fake, or almost fake as if it was someone cosplaying and not the real phantom thief.

Perhaps it was better that way, wouldn't it be too much of a joke if The Kid was taking photos of himself to sell them? It was a silly thought now that he considered all the things that could go wrong with that, so this was perfect.

So he logged in with a temporary account in a definitely trashy webpage and put a price tag to the photos, still unsure if this would be a good idea. The first hour he got an incredible number of five comments, five people telling him that the photos were fantastic but that they were too broke to purchase any of them.

Three hours after, Kaito was still in front of his computer feeling dumb because no one else had shown any interest. He was ready to delete the post when he got his first client.

It was his first sell so he wasn't as cautious as he normally was. The person was happy to give him money and he was as happy to receive it, so the process was pretty normal but at the end of it, Kaito felt his ego go up a few hundred times. Someone had purchased one of his photos and gave him a tip. This was a good idea, he could feel it.

And that's how he started entering the same webpage over and over again, selling his photos and slowly gaining fame between the usual users and even others that came into de webpage just to buy a photo from him. Of course, he took more precautions so he couldn't be found and still get the money.

Every time there was a heist, people would go directly to the page, knowing that the mysterious photographer would put at least a bunch of photos and would delete them after three hours, going into hiding until the next time Kid appeared. Until he didn't.

After months of doing the same, Kaito thought of something that was so painfully obvious and was surprised that he didn't think of it before. People thought he was a specially good cosplayer and others thought of him as a really sneaky photographer, and even when there were a few people that considered him suspicious there was nothing they could use to prove he was the real thief. So what was stopping him from going to a dark alley and take photos of himself dressed in Kid's suit and sell those? Just his lack of brain cells, he thought.

So he did that. Kaito took a camera, went to the highest place he could find so the city and the moon could be seen on the background and took as many photos as he could of himself doing magic tricks, possing and being overly flashy for the camera, thinking of how much his fans would love to see these.

A lot of his usual clients, the ones that always made sure to buy him at least one photo every time he appeared, lost it when he announced that he would open a permanent account so he could sell those pictures.

It was entertaining, to say the least. He was getting a little more money and was able to get out more with Aoko to show how grateful he was for always been there for him (not that he would tell her that).

Still, Kaito didn't come into real contact with his fans until the day one of his usual clients told him they used the photo as a cover for a fanfic which, to his surprise, was getting famous inside the fandom. Curious as he was and wanting to bust his ego a little more, Kaito made the conscious decision to read the whole thing at 2 a.m. which was a monster of 45,000 words, two side fics of 20,000 each one, and a one shot with the alternative ending for the main fic.

He didn't sleep for four days.

Yeah, the story had many mistakes of what really happened during the preparation stage of a heist and Kaito was sure he wasn't a middle age man with a mansion and copious amounts of money, but he was, in fact, as awesome, handsome, and cool as the author wrote him and was willing to read more.

He felt silly sitting in front of his computer in search of stories about him from the point of view of complete strangers. Kaito could feel his cheeks heat up while reading the titles of some of the stories he found on a new webpage.

Was he being too narcissistic? When was too much? And why were there so many stories of him with Shinichi Kudo as secondary protagonist?

Kaito felt irritated at the sight of that name. Why was the detective on so many fanfics that were supposed to be about Kid? He scrolled down, finding more and more about the detective and himself on so many fictional worlds. Somehow he felt betrayed by his fans.

It took him five more web pages and three hours to understand why his fans had betrayed him that way, and it was a hilarious reason, to be honest. Most people knew how often the phantom thief had dressed up as the detective so a lot had come up with the theory that he, Kaito Kid was, in fact, the young detective Shinichi Kudo.

Wasn't that fucked up or what?

There was a fair amount of people that wrote about them because they had confronted each other several times, but most of them believed with all their might that Kid was the detective and, even when he laughed out loud on the privacy of his room at 1 a.m., Kaito also felt as if he was being robbed of something. He wasn't sure of what yet, but he made a mental note to torture a little bit more the detective the next time he saw him for stealing... something?

Yeah, no. Scratch that. He wasn't going to do anything stupid on a heist just because of a bunch of people that couldn't see that Kaito Kid was way too cool to be that detective. What he did do was to enter the thread and create mayhem between the users on the chat for a few hours.

And it became a daily thing, which didn't make things easier for Kaito because now he wasn't only a teenager that was trying to not fail school because he forgot to do homework or a famous phantom thief in search of a miraculous diamond, now he was a famous (well, maybe not famous but recognized inside the fandom) photographer, an avid reader of his fans' stories (he wasn't even going to deny how narcissistic that was, but the kids could be really good at their fantasies and he wanted to see more of it) and a troll that couldn't keep one damn user name because the wars he started were that intense, and yeah, he needed a break or something.

However, he would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying himself. Yeah, maybe Aoko kept telling him to stop going to sleep to untold hours of the night because he was starting to look like a real-life zombie, but it was so worth it to see people trying to take his "Do you think Kid uses women underwear?" and "I have proof that Shinichi Kudo is a loser" threads seriously and ending up on wars that lasted at least a week.

To be fair, while a fair amount of people just wanted Shinichi to be the phantom thief for the drama and the angst, there were a few users that actually had good arguments while discussing the theory. They weren't as good as some of the arguments that Kaito could think of but were reasonable enough to shut up the chat for a few minutes before anyone saying something else.

Weeks of being on those types of forums made him develop a weird respect and admiration for those users that came into the madness willingly and tried to put order in hell. It was something he crushed almost daily but it was something impressive to see.

That's why the day he was trolling an especially cocky one, he felt... weird.

The kid was being way too smart, they didn't have the confidence of a hardcore fan or a know-it-all gal, they talked as if they knew of what they were talking and that made Kaito feel vulnerable for the first time in his new happy place. Most of the time the users would have an excellent logic but lots of errors in their final answers; this person didn't give long answers like the others but everything they had said on the last twenty minutes was right and that made him paranoid.

It wasn't the first time he ended a conversation with the old and trusty "Bold of you to assume I can read", but it was the first time he did when he still had time to kill.

That kid... It wasn't only that everything had been right but some of those things were things that no normal person could know, they had to been there to know those types of things, so now Kaito was locked in his room wondering with a nervous smile who in the police force was wasting their afternoons rambling against little kids on the internet?

Kaito laughed a little with the thought. No, he didn't count, he was there to follow his fans and his fans only, he could stop whenever he wanted, he didn't ramble against twelve-year-old kids like a loser... Ok, he did, but he did it to get a laugh out of it and never in a serious way, so who was the clown that was doing it and why hasn't he saw them before?

He turned off his computer and got out of his bedroom, determined to let the topic slide for this time and go to Aoko's house to see if he could annoy her a little more before dinner, not knowing that he left Shinichi looking at the screen of his phone with irritation at the stupid answer the troll gave him. The detective decided he had had enough internet for a day and returned to the book in his lap, at least that was better than the nonsense he had seen for the last twenty minutes.

#Kaito Kid #Kaito Kuroba #dcmk #Magic Kaito #Shinichi Kudo #Not really since he appers for like 20 words #this was funny #but probs is way too occ #hope it makes someone laugh a little #detective conan #almost forgot that tag #totally Not a proper fanfic

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mayra-quijotescx · 2 years ago

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other assorted esc takeaways:

Alvan and Ahez (”Fulenn”) got fuckin’ highway-ass robbed I mean SEVENTEEN POINTS?! I know it’s the French entry but COME ONNNNN we’re not going to get anything good from them ever again bc we missed our shot to reinforce the one (1) time they sent a good song

not having Isr*el in the contest was so nice, just think, we could have this every year AND get some certified fucking bangers from the Middle East and North Africa if the EBU just fucking yote them already. We already kicked Russia out for war crimes and settler violence, let’s do it again!

I can’t believe they fucking put the George Michael cosplayer on the Grand Final stage just to murder him live on camera by announcing he got 0 fucking votes across the international televote. That was just mean. They gave six points to the guy who sounded like Twenty-One Pilots if they’d ever experienced a genuine emotion. How do you underperform that?

Also you know Ronela Hajati wouldn’t have been hit with a fucking goose egg like that but unfortunately the votes on Tuesday were homophobic

You who who else got robbed?! Jeremie Makiese (”Miss You”) and Sheldon Riley (”Not the Same.”) The MOVES! The LOOKS! Sheldon maintaining the vocal control of the angels while SOBBING LIVE ONSTAGE man I can’t even talk when I’m crying like that COME ON! Jeremie hitting high note after high note! And instead second and third place went to the UK and white girl reggaeton(eless) ma che schifo

I am super proud of Kalush Orchestra throwing the fuck down but I’m also deeply worried for them since they’re heading back to the front Monday. Like goddamn.

#not tagging as e*rovision bc I'm not dealing with z*onists in my mentions : )

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dammit-stark · 7 years ago

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the great marvel vs dc debate: as understood by hawkeye

hey remember that phlint comic con fic i mentioned the other day? yeah well this is it.

Clint/Phil, rated G

Summary: Phil Coulson is a certified nerd who loves everything Captain America and works at the SHIELD headquarters downtown as a Level [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. He loves his Harry Potter-loving, future nerd of a niece so very much that he agreed to give her mom a break and bring her to comic con with him this year. Clint Barton is strictly Not A Nerd but it turns out there isn’t much of a market for fancy, handmade bows and arrows beyond comic conventions, and where there’s money Clint goes, so he finds himself at these things at least once a month and they’re usually pretty dreadful because he has exactly 0 idea what’s going on but hey that one guy dressed as captain America is really hot maybe nerds aren’t half bad.

[Read it on AO3!]

“Hey, you! Yeah, you- you Brown Guy! Get away from those!” Clint barked, tearing his eyes away from the handsome-looking soldier eyeing the custom coasters across the aisle just in time to see a kid dressed in some brown cloak fidget with one of Clint’s arrows, dropping it, “These are really expensive! Be careful!"

The Brown Guy just snickered and ran off, his whopping four foot tall body disappearing into the masses easily.

“Dammit,” Clint said, left to stare at the shards of an arrow in bits. The hot guy across the aisle moved to a different booth, farther away.

“Did I just hear you call that kid dressed as a Jawa a Brown Guy?” Veronica, Clint’s booth neighbor, leaned in, practically snorting with laughter. She had bright purple hair and glasses the size of her face and made awesome prints (mostly with acrylic paint and digital applications, but she used almost every medium), lots of them, and created pins of characters and actors that sold like hot cakes (if hot cakes had pictures of hot guys in intimidating fighting stances printed onto them).

“How am I supposed to know what he was?”

“You don’t know what a Jawa is? They’re in the first Star Wars movie, on Tatooine. Ringing a bell?” Nothing. Literally just a blank stare from Clint, “They’re the guys in A New Hope that sell Artoo and Threepio to Luke and Uncle Owen.” Still nothing. Veronica sighed, exasperated, “Why are you here if you don’t even know what a Jawa is, Barton?”

“Oh, Veronica, Veronica, Veronica, such a simpleton,” Clint said, scooping up the broken arrow pieces, “I do it for the money, that’s all. I would much rather be anywhere but here, but sadly this is where I find myself this weekend. I have no clue about any of this nerd stuff.”

“Well then, Barton,” Veronica said, giving Clint a rough clap on the shoulder and a wild smirk, “You’re in luck because a panel just started on the other side of the hall and it’s supposedly going to be a super popular one so business is about to thin out. Plus, Amy said she could guard my booth for awhile just in case. I can freely explain to you the intricacies of The Con. And Star Wars. You definitely need a lesson on Star Wars.”

Clint looked up just in time to see the handsome soldier shopping for coasters move into the masses that were heading in the direction of Veronica’s Super Popular Panel.

“Okay, I’ll listen. I don’t have anything better to do, I guess.”

“You better,” She said, taking a big sip of Mountain Dew and looking like she was about to start talking a mile a minute.

“You gotta explain who the people in the red, white, and blue soldier costumes are, too.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, he really did.

Veronica just smirked, like she knew all of his motivations, “Oh, don’t worry Archer Boy, I will, I will.”

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A flash of a red and black floppy hat (if that's what you would call a hat) rammed into Clint’s booth just as a harried, high pitch voice yelled from somewhere deep in the crowd, “Just because I let you dress up as Harley Quinn does not mean you can act like her! Come back here, missy!”

An overwrought BatMom of some sort appeared out of the crowds and reached for a handful of the back of the red-and-black checkered costume. But it was too late. An entire bow had ruptured, it’s string peeled right off the wood by the unruly hand of a child (Clint hadn’t even know that could happen to his bows, but children apparently found new ways to destroy things every day).

“Oh. My. Goodness. I am so, so sorry, sir. I’ll pay for it, I promise,” The BatMom was already pulling out her wallet, “How much did it cost?”

Clint shyly told her the price of the bow and she practically dropped her wallet.

“That much? I-I can’t afford that, I’m so sorry. Could I possibly buy something a little less expensive? What can I buy for, um, $65?”

Almost nothing. That bow had cost $300. Clint was losing money left and right today. He really hated comic cons.

“You could buy one of these arrows, m’am. I really appreciate this,” He smiled, trying not to show on his face that he was doing the math in his head of how many other arrows he’d have to sell to make up for the loss of this single bow and the Jawa's broken arrow.

“Well, I’ll buy it.” The BatMom reassured, keeping a tight grip on the back of Harley Quinn’s costume (whoever Harley Quinn is, Clint had no idea). The little girl was already trying to inch toward Veronica’s booth, or the coaster one across the aisle.

Clint started to make change and BatMom was getting antsy, practically hissed at her daughter to sit still for once for once in her life.

“So what are you two dressed as?” He said, just to pass the time and make things less awkward.

“Are you kidding me? You don’t know who we are?” BatMom said, as if he were crazy.

“No?”

“Well this little runt is Harley Quinn, and she’s not usually this bad, I swear, she’s just excited. She loves it here. And I’m Batman, obviously.”

“Isn’t Batman a… man?”

“So what?”

“Alright, I respect that,” Clint said, trying to make his chuckle as non-threatening as possible, “So what are you, from Star Wars or something?”

Clint could hear Veronica trying not to laugh from her booth.

“No… we’re superheroes.” Clint could tell that BatMom was wondering if she was being pranked or something, her face twisted and she looked towards the ceiling as if she'd catch some sort of secret camera.

“Like Captain America?”

“Well, kinda, but they belong to different universes.”

“Different universes? What does that mean?”

Veronica appeared, out of nowhere with a huge smile, “Go on, Batman. I’ll explain to our archer friend why Marvel and DC fans will forever be at war.”

BatMom smiled, “Well, good luck then. Again, I’m so sorry, sir. Have a good day!”

And she scurried off, just like that, with her daughter pulled tight to her side so she couldn’t run off again, leaving Clint alone with Veronica to get an earful on why Marvel and DC were completely different.

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The next time a kid showed up, Clint held his breath. He couldn’t afford another lost arrow. But instead, the little girl with her cloak and her yellow and black scarf and her wand just looked up at him with her wide, innocent eyes and shyly smiled.

“Can I help you?” Clint asked, hesitating. The sweetness could be a trap, the calm before the storm.

But instead, the little wizard (or rather witch, as Clint is corrected later) smiled at him and said, “Your bows and arrows are really pretty.”

“Thank you,” Clint said, because she may be a kid but he worked really hard and all compliments were appreciated, no matter how small, “Do you like archery?”

“It’s pretty cool, I guess, like Katniss!”

“Yeah, sure, like Katniss.” That was usually what people thought of when he talked about archery nowadays, it used to be Robin Hood. Not anymore. Now it was just all Katniss, all the time. Clint missed the days of Robin Hood (and the occasional Annie Oakley, which didn't completely make sense, but it was still appreciated).

“Katie, please don’t run away like that!” A voice appeared, out of nowhere, from the depths of the crowd, red, white, blue, and… hot. It was the Captain America from earlier, the one that Clint had been checking out as he checked out coasters. And apparently he had a daughter which meant there was probably a wife or significant other of some sort not far behind. Damn. But then, the cosplayer frowned and opened his mouth again, “Your mom would kill me if I lost you. Do you have any idea how easy it would be for my sister to kill me for losing you? With ease. She’d have no problem with it. None.”

Oh. So it wasn’t his kid, it was his niece. It appeared that there was still hope for Clint Barton and the Hot Cosplayer afterall.

“I’m so sorry,” Fake Captain America said, turning to Clint and oh, “She’s a curious one. I hope she didn’t bother you.”

This was his chance. Clint smiled as charmingly as he could, “Not at all. She was just explaining Katniss Everdeen to me.”

The stranger wrapped his arm around his niece, chuckling almost to himself, “She does like Hunger games. I’m Phil by the way, and this is Katie.”

“It’s Nice to meet you, Phil. You too, Katie. I’m Clint. I own Hawkeye’s Collectables." He widened his smile, just a little, to somehow make himself seem amicable to the max, hoping Phil would get the hint, "Here’s my card.” Clint hoped that the fact that his cell number was written on the back of the card was hint enough to call him. He didn’t want to blatantly ask this stranger out in front of his niece. Now that’d just be rude, right?

Phil smiled down at the card and Clint loved it, felt his stomach bloom as Phil spoke, “Thanks, Clint. So you make these all on your own?”

“Yeah, from start to finish at my studio.” Clint tried not to sound like he was boasting, but well, he was very proud of his craft.

Phil examined a nearby bow, “They’re amazing.”

Clint couldn’t help but smile, “Thank you so much. And y'know, I really like your costume.”

Phil smiled, so fucking wide it was unreal. Clint was gonna go for it. He really was. Just ask outfront, not wait for all that complicated dating subtext. The signals were there, right?. He just had to go for it, “Listen, I couldn’t help but notice-,”

But then he stopped because a beautiful redhead dressed as one of those people from Star Trek appeared seemingly out of nowhere and wrapped her hand around Phil’s elbow in such a familiarly intimate way that it made Clint’s stomach do a nose dive.

“Phil! I was looking everywhere for you!”

“Oh, Nat! Look at these bows! Aren’t they amazing? Clint here made them himself,”

Nat really looked at them, leaned over Phil to do so, like she was judging them, ranking them in her head, and maybe Phil wasn’t single afterall, this woman was certainly beautiful enough to be Phil’s girlfriend or wife or whatever. Nat smiled and Clint felt himself burn, almost vicariously, “These are really cool,”

“Thanks... I guess.”

Nat turned back to Phil, “Come on, the cosplay contest is about to start. You can totally place again, maybe even win!”

Katie got excited, too, started tugging on Phil’s sleeve, “I wanna see you win, Uncle Phil! Come on! Come on!”

Phil rolled his eyes at the two girls and looked at Clint, “It was nice to meet you.”

“Good luck with your contest,” Clint replied and slumped against his table. There was once again no point to Comic Cons apparently. Not without the hopes of hot guys dressed as Captain America.

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The next day when Clint received a text from someone saying that they were Phil From The Con, he was ecstatic for approximately 0.2 seconds before he remembered that Phil was most likely completely and utterly Straight and Taken. Damn.

So he did what any mature and reasonable adult would do. He ignored the messages. Dealing with his problems would obviously be too difficult. Obviously.

When Clint was laying on his couch watching Dog Cops and his phone rang, the caller idea reading the number that Phil had texted him with, Clint (very maturely, by the way) threw his phone to the other side of the couch, conveniently underneath one of the ratty purple throw pillows so that the ringer was muffled, and pretended that he had no idea what that ringing sound was.

Clint received three more texts before the end of the week when they just stopped coming altogether.

Clint went back to his everyday life. He crafted some more bows, made replacement arrows, scheduled his next con, did whatever he could to take his mind off of the texts dinging from his phone. Thankfully, Clint received a particularly expensive request through his website that allowed him to take his attention away from Hot and Straight Phil and onto working on the order.

He liked to personally deliver the more expensive orders himself. It was sort a place of pride for him. So as he finished up the customized product, Monday came around and he packaged up his work and set out for the address on the email. It was nearby anyway, only a 15 minute drive. Once at the correct address, Clint maneuvered the package to the door and waited patiently for the customer after hearing a muffled, “I’m coming! Hold on!” From within the condo.

It was a medium-sized, modest, uber-modern condo that looked barely lived in, like the owner had somewhere better to be all the time. It was entirely different from Clint’s apartment, that looked like a tornado had hit it no matter what the time of day it may be. The door opened just as Clint began contemplating how many items he left out just on the path from his front door to the couch and how long it would probably take to tidy that area up (too damn long).

Clint gasped, “Phil?”

And sure enough, Phil stood there, smiling like he was the smoothest motherfucker in the entire world and well, granted, Clint had not seen that coming. But here Phil, the very person he had been avoiding for over a week and a half, stood in his nice and tidy house with his probably-girlfriend probably somewhere in there, answering the door wearing a ratty old t-shirt with a faded Captain America logo printed across the front.

“Hey, Clint. How’s it going?”

“You- um-,” Clint seemed to be having difficulty speaking, “You ordered something?”

“Yes, I believe I did,”

And before Clint could stop himself he found himself blurting, “Why?”

“Because I like you,” Phil said, so effortlessly, so easily, like it wasn’t something that Clint had been struggling to put into words for over a week and a half.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?”

“You know,” Clint said, gesturing, “Nat?”

Phil honest-to-god snorted aloud, “Natasha is not my girlfriend. And trust me, she never will be. We just work together and well, let’s just say that neither of us exactly swing that way.”

“Oh. Oh.” Clint said dumbly, “So you-?”

“Yeah, Clint, Yeah.”

“Oh. Well, um, in that case, would you like to go out sometime?”

That trademark Phil Smile that Clint found himself loving returned again, “If you promise to respond to my texts, Clint, yeah, I’d love to.”

“Good,”

“Would you like to come in?”

Oh boy did Clint ever want to. But, nerd or no, Clint knew nothing real about him, and he had kinda liked the mystery, the waiting while it had lasted, “Not today, Phil,” Clint said, like some sort of half-promise, “Not today.”

Clint left, inadvertently forgetting all about the bow that he had made for Phil, leaving the wooden masterpiece on Phil’s doorstep, like part of his heart or his soul or something, left right outside of Phil's home to face the weather and all its irony. Clint only remembered it after he had already started the car, considered it a gift to Phil, and drove off.

At the end of the month, when Clint was looking over his bills (Phil made him do things like that, it was cute how heated he got about Clint doing Adult Things because they were Important), he found a mysterious entry of money without identification, equal to the price of the bow.

Almost like somebody had hacked his accounts and imputed just enough money to repay him for the bow. Weird. The name said something like Fury, but Clint didn't know a Fury. He'd certainly remember a name like that. Oh well.

#clint/coulson #phlint #shieldhusbands #clint barton #phil coulson #clint barton/phil coulson #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel #avengers

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siphen0 · 6 years ago

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Vampirella is back in a new ongoing series by a blockbuster creative team, to celebrate her milestone birthday! Issue #1 will be on sale the same day and date as the iconic first magazine from 1969, and also coinciding with the first day of San Diego Comic Con’s 50th convention!

Following a Free Comic Book Day #0 issue shrouded in mystery, Vampirella is celebrating her big banner 50th Gold Anniversary in July 2019! And a new series is exactly what she and her fans need to celebrate this milestone! The one and only fan-favorite and critically acclaimed writer Christopher Priest (Black Panther, Deathstroke, Justice League) is bringing his trademark literary and inventive stylings to one of the most influential, beloved female characters in comic books. Don’t miss the debut of his run in Vampirella FCBD #0 on Saturday May 4th!

For those who still need the introduction, Priest’s own historic 40 years in the comics industry is marked by achievements and milestones both on and off the page. As the first African American editor in mainstream comics, he shepherded the Spider-Man titles through an innovative period which included kickstarting the careers of legends Peter David and Kyle Baker. In the years since, Priest has written a near endless list of classic comics from Deadpool and Captain America, to Green Lantern and Conan the Barbarian, and so many more! A monumental run on Black Panther during the boundaries-pushing Marvel Knights era influenced almost every frame of the Academy Award-winning, $1 billion-grossing film. With a still running 40+ issue run on Deathstroke and other projects, Priest’s legacy continues to grow!

Joining Priest on art (and colors!) is Ergün Gündüz. The well renowned Turkish talent is sure to impress fans around the world with his unique style. Lettering will be handled by the talented Willie Schubert (Deathstroke, Batman, Justice League). This experienced creative team will bring their all to the Scion of Drakulon’s new tales.

“This version of Vampirella is set in the real world, as real as I’m allowed to make it,” said Christopher Priest. “What if an alien from another planet were stranded here? What if that alien looked like one of the Kardashians and wore barely any clothing at all? And had fangs, drank blood and sprouted bat wings? We’d assume she was a vampire. But she’s not a creature of occult origins. She’s a Martian who’s now stuck here with us idiots who stereotype her as this THING because she looks and functions a certain way. That would seem to be an allegory for how we treat each other; for racism, xenophobia, homophobia and religious persecution.”

“Priest’s powerful storytelling pierced through my heart like a stake,” said artist Ergün Gündüz. “The story is so thrilling and delightful that I’ve set my hand free, it’s drawing by itself. Neither I nor readers can have enough of this Vampirella.”

Acting as hype man for his artistic collaborator, Priest had more to share, “I’m having a blast writing this thing and artist Ergün Gündüz is an absolute gift to me. His intuition, sensitivity, and stellar sequential art chops are simply amazing; a refreshing break from the superhero house style. His amazing color rendering takes the work to an even higher level, making me look and sound smarter than I actually am.”

The history-making series will feature cover after cover from the greatest artists today. For the first issue, fans can choose a wraparound cover featuring Vampi in a way only Frank Cho (Hulk, Avengers, Red Sonja) could render her, incorporating his recent acclaimed ballpoint pen techniques. Or pick up a cover from the peerless Alex Ross (Marvels, Kingdom Come). While Joe Jusko (Marvel Masterpieces, Conan) steps up to bat as another classic painter in the industry known for his work on Vampi and so many other titles. Guillem March (Harley Quinn, Gotham City Sirens) marks his first work at Dynamite with a jaw dropping cover. A blockbuster Women of Dynamite title is not complete without a talented cosplayer, with Erica Fett kicking things off for #1. A real treat for longtime Vampi fans is Adam Hughes (Wonder Woman, Catwoman, Justice League) recreating his own cover in an homage to 1992’s Vampirella #1 for an incentive variant. Going back even more old school, fans of the beautiful Warren era and the Spanish masters will be overjoyed to learn of a limited edition Sanjulian variant!

“Priest is a guy who loves to challenge conventions, that’s part of what makes him so great. As a kid, though, I’m sure he drove his mother insane,” said Senior Editor Matt Idelson. “This series is definitely going to challenge the readers, but not in a not-entertaining way. It’s been a blast to work on so far, and having a year-long plan with seeds being planted from the outset and watching them grow as we go along is incredibly fun and satisfying, and I think it’ll be that way for the readers as well. And I can’t say enough good things about Ergün. The quality of his work is pretty self-evident, and his storytelling and attention to detail are magnificent. I’m honestly in heaven working with this team.”

“This is a truly historic moment for Vampirella and Dynamite as each celebrates a landmark anniversary year in 2019! I have wanted to work with Christopher Priest forever and we had talked about it for years, but with his workload he couldn’t commit to a project. Finally, knowing that to get him I had to talk to him face to face, I drove up to see him at Terrificon, and basically said ‘this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to write the new Vampirella series for her 50th Anniversary. Give it some thought on your flight home. You’re either in or out, and I hope you’re in. I know you’ll do her justice’ and thankfully, he said yes,” said Nick Barrucci, Dynamite CEO and Publisher. “Everyone knows, and if they don’t they should know, that Christopher is one of the most brilliant writers in the industry, and it’s a pleasure to treat fans to his inspired take on Vampirella. His story is fresh and inspired and he is taking her to places she’s never been. Priest’s body of work will stand the test of time like few others. I cannot think of many artists who can complement Priest’s scripts as well as Ergün does with his incredible execution. It truly is an honor to be working with these talented creators – a high water mark in my career.”

Vampirella #1 will be solicited in Diamond Comic Distributors’ May 2019 Previews catalog, the premier source of merchandise for the comic book specialty market, and slated for release in July 2019. Comic book fans are encouraged to preorder copies with their local comic book retailers. It will also be available for individual customer purchase through digital platforms courtesy of Comixology, Kindle, iBooks, Google Play, Dynamite Digital, ComicsPlus, and more!

Dynamite Celebrates Vampirella’s 50th Anniversary with New Series! Vampirella is back in a new ongoing series by a blockbuster creative team, to celebrate her milestone birthday!

#Comics #Dynamite Entertainment #News #Preview #Vampirella #Vampirella 1 #Vampirella&039;s 50th Anniversary

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templeofgeek · 8 years ago

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Not even rain could keep the con goers away from this year’s Long Beach Comic Expo (LBCE). As everyone knows, California is known for its constant sunny days. Well, that was not the case in the days leading up to Long Beach Comic Expo. It rained and stormed like nobodies busy down here. Rain…. I would say that is not something we are used too. However, that didn’t stop people from dressing in their favorite cosplays and grabbing their wallets.

The 2017 Long Beach Comic Expo was a hit despite the rain and the con crowded weekend. Folks from all over showed up with umbrella’s in hand and money at the ready to purchase that Jason Momoa photo-op.

That’s right folks, Khal Drogo himself was there and it was glorious. Honestly, this man has a presence beyond words. I am still kicking myself that I did not meet him.

Jason Momoa | LBCE17 | Photo by: Tiffany

However, Jason Momoa is not the only reason we were not so casually lurking around the autograph area. This year’s con was also the first time that all of Supernatural’s Ghostfacers were in the same place at the same time. Some of you might recall that I met Travis Wester at Long Beach Comic Con, he graciously (for a small fee) signed my photo-op that I have with my sister & AJ Buckley.

So this happened today. Travis Wester's reaction to the photo-op from VegasCon was glorious. I'm so glad I got to meet him again! Thanks to Tiffany I have these photos. #LBCC16 #LongBeachComicCon #GhostfacersForever #Supernatural #SPNFamily @longbeach_cc

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So obviously I had to meet AJ Buckley and have him sign on his half of the photo-op, which he did!

https://twitter.com/LadyKatharineP/status/833157736833519616

He signed it with “WWBD”….. *squee*

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Ghostfacers Panel – LBCE 2017

Along with the ability to meet and greet ALL of the Ghostfacers, which WE TOTALLY DID! I was NOT going to miss my chance to meet Spruce & Corbett.

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Spruce via Supernatural

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Supernatural

Too precious for this world indeed. The panel was incredible. The Ghostfacers talked about their time on the show and the web series.

Actually, we found out from AJ Buckley & Travis Wester that the final episode they were in #Thinman was the worst experience they ever had on the show. Apparently, the director made it incredibly difficult for them. He didn’t understand the characters. That’s why if you watch the episode it just doesn’t feel like a Ghostfacers episode. HOWEVER, I did ask them if they would come back if asked and that is actually IN THE WORKS.

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Travis & AJ said that they have been talking with Supernatural about possibly coming back! I mean that would be amazing! ALL of the Ghostfacers should return to the show. Could you imagine how fantastic that would be?!? Anyways…. the panel was amazing. I might have shown just how much of a Supernatural nerd I am. Look, I’m sorry I happened to know all of the titles to the episodes they were talking about and I might have said so OUT LOUD. I’m fan okay…. I was also at SPN Vegas con the weekend before so that is all I had on the brain.

Moving right along….. I would like to thank all of the actors/actresses for coming to this panel. It was an absolute pleasure to see Travis Wester, AJ Buckley, Brittany Ishibashi, Dustin Milligan, Austin Basis, and Mircea Monroe again.

Photo Credit: Chelsea Pommerening

Now on to my favorite part of conventions…. COSPLAYERS!

LBCE 2017 Cosplayers

Like I said earlier, it had been raining the week leading up to the convention, it even rained the first day of the con. SO you can imagine that Cosplayers may not have been too willing to show up. Honestly, who would want to possibly ruin that amazing Doctor Strange or Khaleesi cosplay costume. BUT, the rain did not stop them. We saw some of the most amazing cosplayers roaming around inside & outside the con over the 2 days. I am still blown away by how amazing these people are.

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Supergirl

Superman & @slcgreenarrow

Kim Possible & Ron Stoppable

@con.snow & Lyanna Mormont

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@korupp

Creepy Norman Bates dressed as Norma

*All photos were taken by Chelsea Pommerening & Katie Penix. Please email [email protected] regarding photos. Please do not take without permission.

Last week I went to Long Beach Comic Expo with @ladykatharinep, @michellepenix, @chelsearay1121, and @beatlechum. I got my first press pass! I saw the real Khal Drogo and an amazing Khaleesi cosplayer. There were some other fantastic cosplayers including the Kim Possible and Ron, the Rugrats, and a little predator. #lbce

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Also, on a side note I would like to talk about the Batman holding Wonder Woman’s cloak with the kryptonite spear. That Batman was amazing in every possible way. Tiffany and I were in the parking structure helping out Jake Korupp (Doctor Strange cosplayer) with his photo shoot and this Batman came up to us & insisted we take a selfie. WHAT?!? WHY? He kept insisting we do so and put #batbomb. We did and I am so happy we did.

Trying to take a selfie at Long Beach Comic Expo and this happens. #batbomb #lbce

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Seriously, LOOK AT HIS FACE! This is everything.

On last thing…..

Before I go, I would just like to say that I met the incredible women behind the NerdOut App while at this convention. The NerdOut App is a fantastic creation. This app will keep you informed on what kind of nerd stuff is happening in your area, from Magic the Gathering to Anime Conventions to cool comic stuff. You can read about the app & watch my interview here.

That’s all folks…

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Well, this convention was super successful and amazing even with the terrible weather the week leading up to it. We would like to thank all the folks behind LBCE 2017 for getting this all put together and for having a Ghostfacers Reunion Panel! BLESS! Don’t forget that Long Beach Comic Con will be coming our way again this September!

LBCE 2017 - The Con After the Storm #LBCE2017 #LongBeachComicExpo #JasonMomoa #Ghostfacers Not even rain could keep the con goers away from this year's Long Beach Comic Expo (LBCE)

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easteregg316 · 7 years ago

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On Fanfiction and Self-Hate (kinda)

Quick note: I'M NOT AN EXPERT. I'M A TEENAGER THAT JUST LIKES TO TALK. OKAY? OKAY. @markiplier maybe you will read this or maybe you won't idk.

It's easy for anyone to create a world with a few taps on a keyboard. Within minutes, a story can be written that directly reflects a person's wants, desires, and personality. But when I say personality, I don't mean in the way they describe their character. Cuz generic fanfictions will usually have at least one of the following phrases:

"I don't think I'm that pretty."

"How could he ever like me?"

"I'm a nobody."

Self-hate, although it has become a rather normal thing to see in these fanfictions, reveals exactly why they may have been written in the first place.

If you don't think highly of yourself, and you wanted to be told that you are someone great, who else would you want to say it but your favorite celebrity crush? Of course, it's not as easy as calling them up and asking them to compliment you. So instead, many fans will write stories that "satisfy" that want:

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said, smiling down at me.

Reading that sentence to yourself after writing it might make you feel "better". But I'm going to be honest, when I would write that, it would sting a little every time I read it. It was just a reminder that it was fantasy. A lie. And it quickly revealed just how much I cared about what this person thought of me.

Because some fans are younger and might desperately want to date their favorite celebrity crush, it's very common to see horrid spelling errors and grammatical mistakes in these stories. Even in older fans, it gets to the point where they don't care about mistakes, they just want to write as quickly as possible to lose themselves in a fantasy world where everything is "perfect".

I'm not gonna lie, I cringe whenever I see or hear badly written fanfictions, especially being someone who loves to write. But there is a person behind every story. Even if they may seem selfish or ridiculous, which they very well can be, it may also be a case of just wanting to rid themselves of insecurities about themselves, and this is the only outlet that seems to work for them.

I know, I know, insecurities in fanfictions are becoming annoying, but the fact that there's enough stories to make it annoying should be concerning.

I will say this: I used to write a lot of fanfiction, mostly romantic, and I enjoyed it! But I eventually realized that I didn't necessarily like what I was writing about, I enjoyed writing itself. Which is why I drifted away from that.

I do read fanfictions from time to time, tending to stick to the more PG ones. I like cutesy stuff, not stuff that makes me feel like I just killed someone for reading it (That stuff disturbs me on a whole other level, but that's a post for another day). But what I don't appreciate the fact that many fans, mostly girls, find it necessary to deal with their problems this way.

Creating a fake world for your problems is not okay. If anything, it makes coming back to the real world a million times harder, making it nearly impossible to deal with your problems head on. Not only that, but it blinds you to the fact that there are already people that love you--not necessarily some famous guy on the Internet.

There are many people you can find online that can help you. You might hear that a lot, but it's true. Their job is to help you, and they've trained for years to do so. If anyone can help you, they can. I'm just a girl on the Internet, but feel free to ask me questions and I'll get my best to help you or find someone that can :)

To conclude: I'm not saying fanfictions are bad. I feel like the word fanfiction has become tainted.

Fanfictions are just that: Fan fictions. Stories that fans write about celebrities or video games or YouTubers. There are some really awesome ones. But because an overwhelming amount of people have written romantic fanfictions, that's become the face of the genre.

In my opinion, most romantic fanfictions are meh. When it involves people that are or it's strongly suggested that they're in in a relationship, I think it's cool. But things like Septiplier and even Rhett and Link dating...guys, they're already in very healthy relationships! That's just messed up, man! And when you insert yourself into their Iives...well, that's just weird.

Don't forget that there will always be someone that wants to help you. :)

Yo! There's a few topics I touched on in this post, but let me know what I should talk about next time!

Stuff I was thinking:

-Mature Fanfictions

-Shipping and Self-Shipping (Stories/Fanart romantically depicting two friends/people or yourself with someone else that isn't your partner)

-Big YouTubers Trying to Interact With Fans Consistently (mentioned in the story below)

-Anything else you guys suggest!

That's technically the end of my rant, but feel free to continue reading. I was bored, okay?

And now, a Markiplier fanfiction about how I meet Mark at VidCon. (It's 100% clean and it's 0% romantic, but don't read if you don't want. It's long anyway lol. By the way I'm not 18 as the story says.)

For years, Mark had gone on and on about conventions he was going to, signings he was going to have, and panels he was going to host. And year after year, I found myself only watching from behind a screen, chained to my home by my high-school maturity level. The year arrived, however, when I finally turned 18, and was I allowed to go.

Upon arriving at the convention center for VidCon, I was instantly overwhelmed by the smell of sweat. I uncomfortably pushed my way through dozens upon dozens of people in various outfits, cosplayers being the most difficult to get around. My phone was ringing like crazy, but my arms were pressed up against my sides, making it impossible to reach into my pocket to retrieve it. It was most likely my mom, calling for the fifth time since this morning to find out where I was and if I was okay.

I looked up briefly and was able to catch a glance at a nearby clock. It was 12:49....and I totally forgot when Mark's panel started. Panicking, I carefully tried to squeeze my way out of the crowd, which I found out was because of fans spotting Dan and Phil somewhere.

I successfully sidled past a tall man in sunglasses who looked uncannily like Rhett from Good Mythical Morning and was finally able to breathe comfortably.

Within five minutes, I heard someone yell, "Rhett! Rhett!" Murmurs turned into shouts behind me, and I didn't even turn around, my teeth clenched. Of course it was Rhett, why wouldn't it be?

I took the moment to check the panel schedule on my phone. Mark's panel was at 1:00. I looked at my watch. I ran as fast as I could, nearly knocking a girl in a Minecraft t-shirt over. I mumbled an apology before taking off again, barely being able to stop in front of the conference room without slamming into the door.

I heard applause, and I threw the door open. Mark had barely just gotten on stage, along with Bob, Wade, and Ethan.

I sighed happily as I stepped inside. A few heads turned when I walked in, but they turned back just as quickly when Mark started to talk.

"Hey everyone, welcome to Markiplier and Friends 2018!"

I looked around for a chair, and pulled one up at the back of one of the aisles, plopping down with a huff.

"So, sorry guys, we can't do selfies, or gifts...we need to be careful with time. I'm really sorry, I wish I could talk to each and every one of you." The audience murmured in disappointment.

The panel was fun for the first half hour, when the guys did improv, but once the questions started, I began to lose interest. My ears only perked up when someone asked about his thoughts on a game or really deep questions.

I ignored all the ones that started with,

"Remember when I..."

"Why didn't you finish..."

"Are you ever going to..."

"When's the next..."

"You saved me from..."

I frowned. I felt bad for ignoring the "saved" ones, because they were probably true. Many fans had found hope in Mark's videos, many being helped through their depression or anxiety. But it was obvious that Mark was trying hard to understand what they were going through and wasn't succeeding. "I'm so sorry that happened, but I'm glad I could help in some way," was the automatic answer. It was especially awkward when they began to cry.

And it wasn't that I thought it was wrong for them to thank him for it, but doing it in front of all these people was extremely odd, especially when they explained their situation in detail. Mark sometimes showed signs of being slightly uncomfortable as well, which would quickly spread to the crowd. He was aware of how his videos helped people, but hearing it over and over unfortunately lessened its value, and it sucked.

I never had the nerve to go up and ask him a question, mainly because I didn't want to stand in line for that long just to ask him something he would probably forget about in a few days. And if I was going to ask him anything, I wanted it to be something good.

The panel ended with Ethan doing two backflips, Mark getting three questions about Septiplier and fanfictions, and at least six people asking if he remembered them.

...He only remembered three of them.

I was surprised to find myself only waiting for Mark's signing for an hour. I had heard stories of people waiting for like seven hours for these kinds of things. When I turned to look at how many people were behind me, I believed them.

As I neared the table, I began fumbling with my journal, flipping open to a page with a small sketch of the Markiplier logo where he would sign. Underneath that were several other YouTuber logos in case I saw anyone else. It was VidCon, after all.

"Next!" I heard security yell.

I blinked hard as I neared the table. Markiplier was in front of me. I was freaking out. He was there. Would he think I was weird? Would he like how I look?

He looked up at me, and one thing became painfully obvious: He was exhausted. His eyes were squinting against the lights high above on the ceiling, and there were bags under his eyes. A small smile crept onto his face. His mouth was just barely shaking. He was trying to keep on a happy face for the sake of his community, but he was only human. There was only so much he could do before he would start to shut down.

"Hi, thanks for coming!" he said, standing up to lean over the table and give me a small hug. I wasn't expecting him to, and I was awkwardly able to wrap my arms around him for a second before he let go and sat back down.

"Whaddya want me to sign?" he asked, looking around for a marker. I timidly presented my journal to him, and he took it happily. Successfully finding a marker in his lap, he commenced to sign his autograph next to the Markiplier logo on the page.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, though it was clearly small talk--he would forget in 0.2 seconds. "Oh, u-uh, Esther!" I replied nervously. He smiled and nodded, handing me back the journal. "Awesome to meet you, Esther. Nice sketch, by the way."

My face burned as I nodded stupidly and pulled out my phone. I clenched my teeth, hating to ask for a picture. "Hey, is it okay if I be generic as hell and take a selfie with you?" I asked. He chuckled softly and nodded. He gave a big smile, one I had seen quite often. He shook my hand one more time before moving on to the next person. I looked at the photo as I moved away. The bags under his eyes were slightly visible, but his smile was much more genuine than I had thought. I glanced behind me to see his interaction with the girl behind me. He smiled the same smile. I began to drift away from the long line and towards the main area with a grin. I couldn’t understand how he was able to be that nice. I really hoped I would bump into him one day.

I never did.

But I did continued to enjoy his videos, watch his panels at conventions, and get his autograph on an item or two. And I was totally okay with that.

Not the story you were expecting? Well, most fanfictions are practically impossible. Even this story is stretched. (I mean, who would casually see Rhett in the middle of a crowd?)

I myself have never gone to a convention where YouTubers have been, but I do want to go one day. This story was kind of a half tease at those really ridiculous stories that would never happen (i.e. bumping into your favorite YouTuber and ending up having a coffee with them) but also a half serious reflection of how I feel about certain topics. If there's anything you were like "WHAT, BLASPHEMY!" feel free to yell at me! I want to hear your thoughts, and I'm expecting to be berated to be honest.

Anyway, if you read this far, man do you have time on your hands. Drop a note ;) Or don't.

Thank you for reading, really. <3

#markiplier #rant #thoughts #long post #self hate #fanfiction #ramblings #fans

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freedomopinion-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Date: 2017-10-12 14:00:05

The most amazing pictures of people looking jealous & its all caught on camera, people are awesome you'll laugh at this list 10 That feeling when you’re the forever alone mutual friend We all have (or had at some point) that obnoxiously lovey-dovey couple in our group of friends. You know the ones. We all know the ones. They might occasionally manage to be adorable, but most of the time they just go right overboard with public snuggling and annoy the mickey out of everyone, exactly like these two in this picture. You can bet that person on the left is feeling cut off and cranky (that would be an understatement). We would too! After all, who would want a constant reminder that they’re still single? Want to bet how soon after the photo shoot they got up and left? 9 We all have that one very pretty friend who we love to hate Check out these three faces! Three incredibly beautiful ladies, and two incredibly obviously jealous ones. You can exactly imagine and write out a backstory for them: a group of best friends, been through hell and high water together, but that one just keeps outshining everyone else. And she knows it! Just look at that little devilish smile brimming with self-confidence. She’s got the best of it in this trio and she’s going all out. Pretty literally. 8 There’s one of these at every club you ever go to The little pink lady in this picture definitely turned a fair few guys’ heads, but check out the girl behind her! Girlfriends, if you’re going to be taking hot photos while you’re on a night out, always make sure to check who’s behind your back! And if you’re going to be throwing jealous faces at another girl’s tighter tush, always make sure to check if there are any cameras lurking around! Otherwise, you might just both end up in a Top List article. Oh, wait. 7 Somebody here is being held at gunpoint three times over That finger isn’t the only thing jutting forward in this picture. Man, talk about a sharply defined bust to go with this fiery lady’s attitude. Whoever it is that she’s cheering for or shouting at is probably appreciating the view more than the subtitles! Especially look at the girl right next to her. It looks like she’s about to steal those chiseled fruits for herself! And maybe she will be taking the quirky hat along the way, too. 6 When you see someone with all the toys but you’re totally broke Here’s another example of needing to check all around you when you’re posing for fancy pictures. What we see here are two beautiful blonde fairies, probably cosplayers at an event, happily posing to capture their wonderful memory. But look behind the red wing. The girl staring at these two amateur models looks equally jealous of their cute backyard hillsides and their daring outfits. Don’t you worry, Miss Wednesday Adams, you’re cute in your own chubby way! 5 The shiny silver balloons get all the attention at parties Group photo ruined! And probably a friendship, too. That face says it all. We can’t blame you, though, little miss Goldilocks. Probably every girl in the world would be jealous of those glittery melons dominating the picture (and most likely the photographer’s eyes as well, if the camera person was a guy!) Maybe next time suggest that you throw a winter party, so everybody has to hide in oversized sweaters. 4 Ain’t got no love like the love for yo food This girl sure has got her priorities straight. Forget the fun group picture, that guy has got a tasty looking, colorful snack in his hand, and she isn’t letting it out of her sight for a single moment. Look at that perfect combination of open jealousy at the guy and total devotion to the food! Let’s hope she got a nice big slice after the photo session was over! 3 Why do I have to be a gentleman Both kids got an ice cream, so you’d think it’s fair, but this little fellow is anything but happy with his treat. Just look at that adorable puppy face of disappointment. He would probably ask for a little lick if there weren’t any grownups around! (Not that way, Susan, shame on you.) 2 You just got it for the girls, didn’t you Okay, so the adorable puppy is obviously the centerpiece here. But check out that grumpy face in the background! It’s practically saying “I’m onto your game, you lousy dog!” Using a puppy to make yourself the center of those girls’ attention; smooth move man, smooth move. You can bet your jealous friend over there is going to steal the trick. 1 I’m never inviting you over for cookies again Boy, they started early, now didn’t they! The little couple is perfectly cute, no doubt. But the picture is made ten times more adorable by the pouty little face to the right. Look at those adorable cheeks! “Okay Susan, Ben came to my house so knock it off already… and my cookies are better than yours!”

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spekture · 7 years ago

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In my never-ending quest for more conventions to attend this year, I discovered Anime Austin. This was the first time I had heard of this convention, which is focused on anime and Japanese pop culture. After coming across this exciting discovery, I hit up their website to find more info on the event and made plans to attend. Once again my crime fighting sidekick, (ok, my daughter), suited up (ok, buckled up) and traveled with me to Austin, it made for a great surprise Father’s Day gift, falling on the same weekend.

Initially, I had made plans to head to Austin early in the day to make the opening ceremony and catch all the early programming scheduled, but I wasn’t able to take off work early so I had to revise my schedule, but still got to see lots of Con-content. As soon as we were ready, we made our way out to Austin, en route to the Midtown Holiday Inn, where the Con was being held. Once we arrived, we drove around the hotel in search of parking, there weren’t many spots left. We were happy to see some cosplayers outside in the courtyard though, it’s always nice to know after a long drive you’ve arrived at the right place!

Unfortunately, we were greeted with a bad mildew-like smell once we entered the lobby of the hotel, later I saw a water leak so I strongly suspect that was the culprit. This is no fault of the convention and nothing they could control. While passing through the lobby, we spotted more cosplayers walking around and gathering, the enthusiasm was contagious! I was ready to check-in and start walking around to see everything that was here, right now! I was also especially looking forward to one specific panel later that night, all about airbrushing. After we finished reloading our utility belts, and prepping spare supplies (ok, taking our stuff to the room, and unpacking it), we were finally able to head back downstairs to check out the Con.

I walked around the convention areas checking out the cosplayers, vendors, and panel rooms… first impression was, it was smaller than I expected. I have been to several events in the past which were held inside hotels and conference rooms, but while this one was on the smaller side, there were several rooms with different activities and panels, so there was a decent amount of content. While walking around that evening, I noticed that the crowd was a good size too, so I was happy to see that the smaller size of the venue hadn’t dampened anyone’s enthusiasm. We stayed long enough to watch a few of the performances and to check out that airbrush panel, hosted by Rudy from RCC Creations. It’s been a few years since I did any airbrush art and was curious to see how it was being applied to makeup for cosplay these days. After that was over we headed back to our room to get some rest before hitting the floor for day two.

I usually have a problem sleeping in, I guess I am used to my work schedule and getting up early. This weekend was no different. I woke up early and decided to go ahead and get ready while I let my daughter sleep in. I did a quick browse of the internet and worked on a few lingering tasks before waking her up so she could get ready. I had plans to meet up with fellow photographer Mark Rigsby in the morning for a possible shoot with cosplayer Leon Chiro. We had decided to meet at Mark’s room so we headed upstairs to see what was going on. As we arrived, we discovered that Leon was undergoing upper-body airbrushing by Rudy for his “Greed” costume from “Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood”. We hung around during the body painting session while eating some breakfast tacos. During this session, Leon went live on Instagram for his fans to watch him undergo his transformation, it was pretty cool to watch the change in person. I was volunteered to read his replies and talk with his fans which I tried my best, hopefully I did well (any drop in Instagram followers shortly afterwards was clearly coincidental!). Once he was done, Mark took a few shots and then we made our way downstairs so Leon could partake in the pre-judging of the cosplay contest. So far the morning was off to an interesting and fun start.

With Leon busy, My daughter and I made our way around the different panel rooms again and waited for the vendor hall to open up. We ended up in the game room for a bit to help pass the time. After that, I made my way outside to snap an image of the Anime Austin banner where I found an itasha car parked up front. I had to snag a photo and while doing that, I noticed a sign saying there were more itasha cars in the back of the hotel. I made my way around to see them cleaning up their rides and getting ready for the day. There were a few of them, so I captured a few images before heading back into the Con. It was still early, so there weren’t many people checking out the rides, making it a little easier to get some decent shots. After that, we finally made our way back inside to check out the vendor room. After walking around a bit, my daughter stopped to get face-painted.

As more people started arriving I began my hunt around the venue to capture photos of some of the more interesting attendees. I found myself heading back outside and noticed some LARPing actually going on. I returned to the itasha display area and noticed that the car in the front had made its way to join with the rest of the itasha cars. I didn’t see many people outside looking at the cars, but it was a hot day, so that could definitely explain their reluctance to leave the air conditioned show floor, although I did overhear from a few people that they were actually upset with the itasha display because it took away a group of parking spaces, and parking was already pretty tight. I continued walking around snapping photos mixed in with a few breaks and food runs until it was time for the cosplay contest to begin. This was my first time actually watching a contest like this. Even though this Con was smaller than some others I have been to, the enthusiasm and love of these events was evident throughout everyone’s time on the stage, without exception, the excitement was obvious! There was such a positive vibe and I loved every moment of it. While the judges went off to finalize the contest scores, the latest “Spider-Man: Homecoming” trailers played on the screen, followed up with a performance by J-POP singer Chii Sakurabi. The judges returned to announce the winners and that wrapped up my day two, we then joined Mark, Leon, and a few other people I had met at the Con for a post-event day photo shoot. Once we were done, we returned to our hotel and recorded Leon’s removal of his Greed airbrushed costume. I hung out with them for awhile before retiring to my room to watch some TV with my daughter before ending the night.

Father’s day wrapped up the final day of the Con. The day started off with my daughter and I making our way to the pool early, before the Con started. It was a pretty cool Sunday morning and with the pool in the shade, the pool wasn’t exactly warm (by Texas standards). After swimming around for a while we went off for breakfast so we could hit the floor energized for the final day of the Con. Once we arrived, we went straight to the gaming room once again to play some video games until more people arrived. I then proceeded to wander around the hotel snapping photos of all the cosplayers I came across. Sunday’s attendance was lower than the day before, but still respectable. I found my way into the vendor room and came across Leon again… or should I say, Gaston, and he knows how to entertain. It was hilarious seeing him stay in character during his interactions with everyone. I had so much fun hanging out with him over the weekend and all of his fans enjoyed every minute of it. He is one cosplayer you need to follow!

After some time there I concluded my coverage and made the journey back to Houston. Even though the Anime con was much smaller than I initially expected, I enjoyed every bit of the convention and my visit to Austin. Hopefully, next year will be even bigger and better.

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Military Demonstration team for Operation Homefront

Peter Brock arriving

Automotive legend Peter Brock

TIRES!

BRAKES!

MORE TIRES!

Cosplayer Sivene Delynn…image taken at Alamo City Comic Con

Valentino Rossi (Movistar Yamaha) during a 2017 MotoGP race.

Anime, cosplay, and more at Anime Austin. Coverage by staffer Alex Ventura. #spekture #alexventurathephotographer #anime #cosplay #austin #texas In my never-ending quest for more conventions to attend this year, I discovered Anime Austin. This was the first time I had heard of this convention, which is focused on anime and Japanese pop culture.

#anime #austin #cosplay #texas

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