#maybe a series??

[jackalopes-pen]

Chapter 1: Encounter

Summary: Human Kite gets a relatively normal call, that is anything but quick and easy.

Characters: Kyle Broflovski | Human Kite, XXXX XXXXXXX | Azathoth

Word Count: 926

A/N: So yeah, let's see if I can get notes on anything other Phone Calls. That would be great, huh? ;-;

The darkness of the night functions as a great cover for anyone. For heroes, it allows them a certain level of secrecy to maintain a normal life outside of crime fighting. For villains and vigilantes it allows them to cover their faces and bodies to an even further extent and prevent them from being arrested. It’s why most crime happens at night and why most heros are active at night. In a strange way, one couldn’t exist without the other yet both have ulterior reasons.

It’s on this particular night that Human Kite got a call about some suspicious activity around the shipping yard at the docks. Apparently, some people were around the area. It was probably just some idiot teens, doing something stupid and he would be in and out in a matter of minutes. Though, as he went to the sight some things weren’t adding up. For one thing, it looked much more planned and orchestrated, for another there were no bags or shoes at the gate. He sighed, this might be a longer call than he wanted.

Kite flew over the shipping yard, scanning around for any sign of a person at all. He saw nothing, no movement or any footprints. Then slowly, the sounds of metal banging, and things being shuffled. This was much more than some teens doing something stupid.

He landed, and decided to watch from afar at first, waiting to see the culprit in action. As he turned the corner, he saw tentacles that looked to be marbled black and some other colour, though the lighting was far too poor to see. They were taking things from the crate and shoving them into a bag. Kite narrowed his eyes, the tentacles were taking prescriptions, and he knew who those tentacles belonged to. Those bastards.

“Azathoth! I think it's time for the kite to fly in.” Human Kite boomed as he announced his presence. The tentacles kept going, but a short-ish looking man came around the corner.

“If it isn’t the biggest thorn in my side since my own team. Can you cut the quips for like.. one night?” Asathoth responded, in an annoying relaxed tone. He stood, his weight shifted from side to side. 

“I think that's a pretty sour attitude. I’d recommend laser therapy.” Human Kite quipped, this time mostly to annoy Azathoth and shot super-heated lasers from his eyes. Azathoth was quick, using a storage crate and one of his tentacles to jump up and evade the blast. 

“Seriously? You’re that annoying that you just have to be a fucking conformist and use those tired ass quips every line-” Human Kite shot another laser as Azathoth was ranting to cut him off. His quips aren’t that bad, right? “Whatever. Just hold still.”

Azathoth launched three tentacles to grab Kite’s ankles and wrists. It was a quick job of lasers to make them retreat though. One tentacle grabbed a shipping crate, and aided by the others it flung the crate at Kite. He quickly launched himself into the air to avoid the blow. From this vantage point, he could easily blast lasers down at the vigilante. 

“Why don’t you try dancing instead of crime?” He shot the lasers down and Azathoth seemed to evade him with relative ease. He was using the tentacles to his advantage, creating slimy shields for himself to block the lasers he couldn’t. 

As Kite was trying to aim he missed the tentacles curling up from below that pulled him back to the ground. They held him relatively still as a forklift was thrown at Kite. He barely dodged in time, and heard his back crack a little at the sudden bend. He pushed himself back up and struggled his way free from the grasp. 

“You’re really fucking annoying, but I assume you know that.” Azathoth sighed and sat on the edge of the storage crate he was sitting on. He was practically taunting Kite, but just sitting there and waiting.

“Well, at least I actually have morals, y’know? I fight for good and justice and against villains like you!” Kite yelled, letting his anger boil. He hated being trapped, forced into a conversation with someone like this.

“You fight for good?! You fight for the rich, and they’re the worst of them all.” Azathoth scoffed and made a dismissive hand wave. His voice changer made him sound much more ominous but couldn’t disguise the venom in his voice.

“Thanks for the headache, but you’re all out of time.” Azathoth flipped off Kite and jumped down behind the storage crate he was standing on. 

“Hey! Get back… here?” Human Kite raced to get around the crate but no sign of Azathoth was left. Only a small token, with ‘The Omens have struck’ engraved around a rune of some kind was sitting on the ground. It was almost more insulting than the middle fingers.

The Omens, as they called themselves, always left these tokens at the scenes of their crimes to claim them. The police station kept each token.. and they had roughly 134 tokens. Azathoth was one of four Omens, and probably their most active member. It was all too frustrating that they knew almost nothing about them despite the group being active for 3 months now. 

“Fuck!” Kite screamed and punched one of the crates. His fist left a slight indentation in the shipping container. This happened, it keeps happening. One of these days, they’ll be brought to justice, but for now.. They still roam free. They still taunt him, just by living.

[t0ast-ghost]

Can’t explain it but they’re really cunty in this photo

[eydilily]

(look at what i have to offer) — this is the spider's nest.

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[https-inertia]

I know everyone decided on his car, but i cant draw cars, so i went with a black hole.

click for better quality

[astrowarr]

after watching several povs, there's something so striking about the way mumbo died.

he dies at home, first of all, which is notable in its own right because so much of his time was spent running about, usually in pursuit of kills. he dies with grian, too— to a thing grian created, no less, but it isn't actually grian's fault for once.

mumbo dies in that tall tower and when lightning strikes, from all across the server, everyone looks. their eyes land on that tower, and everyone is watching. even in grian's perspective, you can see everyone at renwood mound, lined up and staring. those at the bamlands looked on too.

they didn't see mumbo die, but they saw grian's grief. grian, who, throughout this season, has seemed cruel and untouchable to those outside of his circle due to his involvement with and knowledge of the wild cards. they watch grian immediately crumble under the weight of mumbo's death; several of them even explicitly comment, "look at grian, he's grieving, he's in mourning."

i like to think that, until that moment, grian was almost god-like in their minds; now, though, he's the quintessential concept of humanity. grief can be religious if you do it right, after all. even beyond the grian aspect though, isn't this just the most despairing omen of what's to come?

i mean, there's something about this image of a man fallen from grace, crying out as he holds the mangled corpse of his friend in the home they made together, high in the sky, on display for all the world to bear witness to. and the world did bear witness, be it with pity, horror, joy... it doesn't matter, because they saw.

the canary curse has been broken, but this was a fittingly foreboding, tone-setting image that did a stunning job filling its shoes

[hottubsandwiches]

working on life series winners designs again

[sweetaru1]

the snails but I turned them into giant mounts!!!! for funsies mail mounts!!!!! I usually hate spending more than 3 hours on a piece, but I had a lot of fun doing these

[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[probablyethan]

I don't know if anybody already called it out, but every Life series Winners Soulmate (except for Joel (for now)) has also won a season.

Which I know is only a coincidence but still so funny to me.

[amjustgoose]

I love how this Looney Toons ass man always manages to fumble his way into being one of, if not the single, deadliest people in the entirety of the Life series

[chloesimaginationthings]

New FNAF clown Jackie from secret of the Mimic!!

[eydilily]

small victories ^^

[hinamie]

long way home

[isjasz]

Wild life session 2 random doodles, i wanted to do sm more but i have to stop here now UEAUUE THIS SESSION WAS SO FUN!!!!!!!