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havendance · 7 months ago

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new(ish) comics time!

Most of these are from last week but I was on vacation so we're doing it now.

Fire and Ice: Welcome to Smallville #4 -- This continues to be light and fun. Well, except for the fact that apparently the cannibalism last issue wasn't a fake-out?? I guess I'll have to see how the last couple issue go, but why does this mini have a cannibalism subplot in the first place? It just feels tonally out of place. Also, appearently Fire and Lobo are/were a thing? Didn't know that. Anyway, I am enjoying the Fire and Ice conflict and I liked the joke about Tora leaving Krypto to guard her cave full of potential reformees.

Titans: Beast World Tour: Gotham #1 -- dang that's a mouthful of a comic name. I read this for Helena scraps and was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed most of the stories! Sadly her story was one of the weaker ones (I do think Cass would be a cat person) but I think I'll at least rate it above the Harley one. The Dick and Bruce story was fun (though why we had to have Barbara in the Batgirl costume when she was doing Oracle stuff anyway beats me.) I really liked the Jason one--that felt very strong. I liked eating/hunger imagery and also the Ratcatcher as a naked mole rat. (I have simple pleasures sometimes.) For the Steph story, I thought it was interesting having her go up against killer moth and having her call back to his 90s moth creature form. It got me remembering that really weird killer moth story in Jon Lewis' Robin run where he was like reproducing or something? Anyway, I really like what Kelly Jones is doing with his art these days.

Birds of Prey #10 - No Zealot this issue :( I will be honest, I think this arc is loosing me a little. There were some nice Cass and Barda moments, but it felt like there was a lot of infodumping this issue where the birds are and what they're up against and I just wasn't that invested in it. Maybe that'll change but I guess I'll just have to see. The other thing about this issue that felt weaker was the art. While I've been a fan of how Bellaire's been coloring this series in the past, this issue really felt messy, blurry, and hard on the eyes in a way that the past issues hadn't. I think it's because there were just too many kirby dots. I get why she's doing it as the homage to kirby and his creation of Barda but the whole effect doesn't work. It's too much. I'm going to keep following this arc, but I hope the art and story have picked up next issue.

Shazam #12 -- The Shaz-van returns! My new favorite character <3 In other news, Billy's going through it this issue :'( I enjoyed the interplay between Billy and the Captain here and seeing the payoff of the introduction of his mom last issue. Since picking up Campbell's run on Shazam, I've been reading this in two directions--the current arc, and then six months previously on dcu infinite and reading issue 6 made me realize what plot threads this was picking up on on which helped me to better understand what was going on and help me to enjoy it more. I've really been enjoying the ride.

As a final side note, I also read the Gotham by Gaslight: The Kryptonian Age preview in the back of the issue, and while I'm probably not going to read this in full, I think it was interesting to see more of Fernandez' art. I can definetly see some of his touches, but it also feels more scaled back in the pages here than the caricature-like features his faces could have in The Old Guard and Queen and Country. It's always interesting seeing how the work of artists with distinct styles can change.

#havendance reads comics #dc #shazam #birds of prey #fire and ice: welcome to smallville #beast world tour gotham #carthago delenda est

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cyanidedrawsstuff · 1 month ago

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about me!

Ok how do I start this as you may already know I’m Cyanide uh I like to draw stuff and uh I forgot to say I like and wanna voice in stuff to so uh yea anyways some of my current fixations are below

object shows more Specifically inanimate insanity and basically anything BFDI related but mostly just Inanimate insanity related stuff since it’s just my Jam

I’m into cookie run kingdom or just anything cookie run related that shits the bomb for me lmao (the picture below is something I drew god I hate how my old water mark looked)

I also liked murder drones too however I’d rather not reopen that can of worms because back when I did do murder drones content I went by another name however I don’t know if I had tumblr before I moved on from MD either way yea I can’t say I’m fixated on murder drones as I am for II and Cookie run so ye please don’t ask me for MD content Im not really interested in it as much as I was before however I’ll let you guys have a old ref of my MD Oc

I’m also a huge Zenless zone zero player I may post about that and my other blog on my II au takes big inspiration from ZZZ so if your a ZZZ fan and a fan of object shows you may be interested when I start posting on my other blog related to my Inanimate insanity AU

(Sadly I have no ZZZ gifs I’m sorry)

I’m a huge kid Icarus uprising fan and I take a lot of inspiration for most of my jokes from that video games it’s super underrated you should go and play it also a bit of the story’s I write are also inspired by Kid Icarus uprising!

I’m also a huge fan of all indie games Hollow knight is included anyone who says hollow knight is a shit game better rethink there life choices because they haven’t played the game in its entirety also WHENS SILKSONG XD

(the only funny thing I had saved In my gallery was this I’m so sorry but I found the video where the image came from too funny)

i am.. THE BIGGEST Kirby fan you’ll probably ever meet I have a fucking Kirby backpack, a huge Kirby plushie and fucking SMALL Kirby plushies you name it I even have a Nintendo switch controller that’s Kirby themed you name it I probably got it I intend on collecting MORE

also some other things I like (I’m gonna say it in a lightning round) are Project Arrhythmia more specifically the story of black Heart, Puella Magi Madoka Magica (IT IS THE BEST MAGICAL GIRL ANIME AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE), world trigger (a very underrated anime, ONE PIECE THE ONE PIECE IS REALLLLLL, Delicious in Dungeon also know as Dungeon Meshi im pretty sure, Ninjago Dragons rising (or just ninjago in general I’m sorry guys I’m a nerd don’t yell at me) Lego Monkie kid (want a Lego show with amazing writing watch LMK that shits super good), uh undertale, and deltarune… more of a undertale yellower though so yee, and I’m a bit of a dragon ball fan not as hard core as my brother but still somewhat know about it I’ve only watched a few episodes sadly (ONE PIECE IS A DIFFERENT STORY THOUGH)

There’s probably a lot more I haven’t said about myself but that’s kinda the gist of who I am I’m just a freaking nerd goofing off lmao

#cyanidedrawsstuffintroductionpost

#firsttimeactuallytakingthetimetointroducemyselfonthis

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rocambolestim · 10 months ago

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Intro post!

Welcome to my blog! i moved from @boba-foxy !

Mass rb-ing & liking my stimboards/gifs is encouraged bc im a sorta unpopular stimblog!

This account is @boba-foxy 's new account for making stimboards & stim gifs! i had to stop on there since i was tired of id-ing posts all the time bc it was time consuming for me + im not very good at describing some gif types as well

I SUPPORT ALL GOOD FAITH IDENTITIES!! ^^

This stimblog is run by a minor & does NOT consent to any NSFW/18+ content, D/D/L/G, A/B/D/L, S/H, yandere or k/!/n/k interactions (pls get out of my blog & DNI), so please keep that in mind! ^^

Please note im either fast or slow at doing requests, bc im rlly busy w/ stuff (mostly school)

SFW Age regressors,therians/otherkins, fictosexuals, yumejoshis/yumedanshis/etc + any fictosexual identity (including animatesexual, but if only used in a non joke/mocking way) & mspec gays/lesbians are welcome to interact! :D

if u wanna talk to me, u can use the ask feature or msg me (but use simple english pls bc some words or the wording is too difficult for me to understand) and be nice and dont be mean towards me (also my 1st language isnt english btw so pls keep that in mind)

PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME ANY DISCOURSE (anon or not) OR ANON HATE IN ANY OF MY BLOGS INBOXES, IT MAKES ME VERY UNCOMFORTABLE & I DONT WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN ANY KIND OF DISCOURSE. THANK YOU FOR READING!

If you don't know how to source your stimboards, please read on why its important to source gifs!

PLS READ!!! (IMPORTANT! (im not the op, but i rb'ed it and it has been hapenning to me but still))

What is italo disco? (when this blog was still an italo/euro disco stim sideblog for myself before moving to said blog & removing that it was mainly italo/euro disco stimboards and making it a regular stimblog with no main theme, and mainly abandoning my old acc which was formerly a stimblog and now posting mostly non stim stuff on said old blog)

this is what the rocambole part of my username is supposed to be from lmaooo

My pronouns.page!

Rentry icon/graphic edit requests are open too!! (Please note that im a beginner at making rentry stuff so it wont come out as great as you think)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY GIFS I MADE ON TIKTOK,PINTEREST,ETC. THANK YOU!

Here is my dni! (and request rules) (hosted on main)

My rentry!

My sideblog for archiving deleted stim gifs!

My other stimblog (which was originally an account dedicated to my genderbent version of daroach called daroachette, and then later a stim-rbing blog & now a original stim gifs by me blog)

(yet) another stimblog of mine which i run

I'm fictosexual & my F/Os are: Daroach from Kirby, Ankha from Animal Crossing, Miché from Regretevator & many others! (i also selfship w them btw)

For my queued posts, i use the tag "i see queue" ^^

Stuff i won't do on stimboards/Blacklist:

Non-cartoony Gore

Most IRL people (unless its a musician or a youtuber)

movie/tv show characters portrayed by IRL actors

ANYONE from Cheburashka (bc for my own safety & comfort since the show makes me uncomfy due to its character designs looking creepy to me & i LITERALLY cant stand looking at them (as an autistic person from the balkans who had to watch this show in kindergarten lmao, it was pretty creepy imo ngl))

DSMP, ofc

Dandy's World (bc the creator did horrible stuff to minors)

Harry Potter (bc the creator is a terf)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (bc the creator is controversial)

Media sources im familiar with for stimboard/gif making

Pokémon

Roblox games (especially Regretevator/any of the Pet Simulator games)

Kirby

Sanrio

Yo-Kai Watch

Italo disco/euro disco music in general

Lostwave music/artists

This will be updated soon

bai!

#mod rocambole speaks #:3 #intro post

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blazingstaro · 10 months ago

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Random post from a tag algorithm blessed be, this post randomly appeared on my dash today

Hi, I'm one of the Magoverse people! I've come to sate your intrigue, and give you an inside scoop! A bit of history to answer your questions!

It initially started as a joke, and in fact here's the post that started it all:

Check out the reblogs for all the crazy additions made from amazing artists and creative folk all over to help one beloved, socially awkward Magolor babysit a baby Meta Knight. It got unhinged SO FAST. It was great!

The-Spam-Specialist is the one you can thank for coining the term "Magoverse"! We all adopted it pretty much immediately because it was hilarious and catchy. Spam's responsible for sparking this entire thing, in fact, and bringing us together!

All-in-all, Magoverse is satirical and purely for fun! We've all taken an oath to not allow it to become.... Sans-verse. Here's proof of our oath, and check reblogs for everyone:

We established this very early on after the first post blew up in the fandom! I kid you not, it has stayed this way. We're keeping our promise, nearly a year in strong. If you see anyone go against this, know that they're definitely not part of our community.

Additionally, a little insider info:

Magoverse has become a small, close-knit community, and the reason why you see the tag a little less active is because we're much more active in our Discord server, so y'all have been spared the raw shenanigans that take place First few weeks of that server was pure, hilarious insanity. "Just another day in the Magoverse" has become a running inside joke ever since because of that It's also become less active due to many of our members being in school/college/have jobs, so you might see a jump of activity come Summer (Late May, early June; Winter if you're in the Southern Hemisphere). We're planning more events, including something for Easter, and I apologize in advance for what whackiness it may bring

You probably see posts most from our little group in the Magoverse. Particularly me, @otterronpas, @puffballwarrior-blog, @pastille-pain, @cherry-blossom-qf , occasionally @opal-owl-flight (she's been doing a lot of Splatoon stuff lately- sorry for the tag homie) and @theeclipsedcrown ! We have fun, and it's a blast exploring crazy "what-ifs" for funsies! You can find us under #magoverse gang easy, we populate that tag the most. I'm so sorry— there will be more. Our little group is always cooking something creative and wild LOL. Our Magolors have become a found-family, and they're very close. It's really sweet! That's why you see our little Mago-gang together often.

Iro is my boy! Shorthand for his full name in my AU— Magolor Irioma. He's the one with the red and gold scarf, circle gold buckle. He's taken over my life alongside my OC, Orpheus LOL

I've had my own Kirby AU for nearly 6 years, a whole comic series in fact, but I decided to give Magolor a bigger role in early 2023 during my massive rewrite of my story. If anything, Magoverse gave me the chance to develop my AU's Magolor and his accompanying (and very important) lore among others, and it's helped me figure out who my Magolor is and his key part to play in my comic

Skyswap/Skye is my latest AU and just a little thing on the side; not a series. Dreams of the Stars (DotS), however, is my main AU and comic/fanfiction series, which is a collaboration alternate universe between me and my sister, @starlightfyre — It turns 6 years old on March 30th!

In conclusion: the Magoverse is a bunch of artists/writers that like one silly egg-shaped guy, and have some good, honest, wholesome fun! We're very friendly, and we do our best to support one another, be kind and considerate towards others Throughout my 10+ years of being in and out of fandoms, this has genuinely been the nicest one. (I'm ex-Sonic, ex-Zelda fandom for reference of my past experiences, both taking place during the 2010s)

Your kind words and intrigue both flatter and honor me! So too I salute you, Paintpanic

Feel free to hit me up anytime if you have any more questions, or wanna touch base with our tiny subculture of the fandom! I'm happy to give you the scoop anytime! 💖 Drop by my ask box anytime, any day! Have I endless tales of adventure to share, haha!!

You keep on doing your thing! <3 Be you, be awesome! 💜 Thank you for your curiosity and pleasant commentary! It's crazy to see how far word has spread of our little village of sillies!

And thank you for making it this far in! That is all from me! <3

little did you know there is a sansverse in the kirby fandom but it's with magolor

Oh, I'm absolutely aware of the Magoverse LOL. The closest thing I have here is this little freak.

Anyways, while I'm not an active participant in all that, I'm totally fascinated by the Magoverse people. It's a weird little niche subculture of an already niche fandom.

Some people over there are making whole AU worlds for their AU Magolors to live in, and some people are just making standalone alternate Magolors. It's entirely focused on this one character, though. The best comparison is obviously the Undertale AU fandom. Some AUs are whole fleshed-out worlds, and some of them just exist so an AU Sans can exist and interact with other Sanses.

I'm curious as to what about Magolor specifically is so compelling to folks. He's obviously super popular, but what aspect of him led to the creation of so many AU versions? With the Undertale AU fandom, there's a basis in the game. Several characters talk about alternate timelines, which very naturally leads to AUs.

My guess is Clash stuff? We see in Magolor Epilogue that alternate timelines do exist and that you can travel to them. As far as I know, this Magoverse stuff only popped up in the last year or so, after the release of RtDLDX. Just speculation.

Also like the Undertale AU fandom, it seems like there's a strong sense of community in the Magoverse crowd. The tag's got a lot of folks drawing each others' guys, and it looks like they had both a Halloween and a Secret Santa event.

Something I have no idea about is how this all started. Who made the first AU Magolor? What inspired them? Who were the folks that saw that and were inspired to make their own? Who coined the term "Magoverse"?

I feel like this is stuff that's important to know for fandom history. This subculture is noteworthy and should be documented. It'd be a real shame if this stuff wasn't preserved and we end up losing information about it. Maybe a Magoverse heritage posts archive blog should exist? I dunno.

At present, the Magoverse tag seems a bit inactive. I wouldn't call it dead, but the last post was about three days ago as of writing this. It's certainly not as active as it was mid-2023. I think folks will keep posting about it, at least for a little while, unless there's some kind of big revival.

All this stuff is weird and niche and not my thing, but I respect it. It's nice to see a friendly community of folks doing their own thing in their own little corner of the fandom. I salute you, Magoverse people.

#magoverse #magolor #blazin beeps #long post #please do feel free to ask me questions about Magoverse!!#I'm happy to share what I can of what we're cookin in our crazy community #I help manage and run events in the server!

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davidmann95 · 3 years ago

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Sooo… Superman and the Authority?

magnus-king123 asked: Your thoughts on Superman & the authority Give it to me...lol

Anonymous asked: Seeing Bezos take his little trip into space the same day Morrison puts out a Superman comic that touches on how far we’ve fallen from the days when we dreamed of utopian futures where everyone explored the stars was a big gut punch. Not used to Superman being topical in that way.

Anonymous asked: What'd you think of Superman and the Authority#1?

This is far beyond what I can fit in the normal weekly reviews, so taking this as my notes on the first six pages, with this and this as my major lead-in thoughts:

* Janin's such a perfect fit for Morrison - the scale, the power, the facial expressions selling the character work, the screwing around with the panel formatting as necessary to sell the effect, the numinous sense of things going on larger than you can fully perceive amidst the beauty and chaos. It's a shame he wasn't around 25 years ago to draw JLA, but I'll take him going with Morrison onto other future projects.

* His intro action sequence is such a great demonstration of why Black actually does have something to offer, and also how he's such a dumbass desperately needing Superman to save him from himself.

* While Jordie Bellaire didn't legit go with an entirely monochromatic palate the way early previews suggested, it's still an effect frequently and excellently deployed here. And glad to see Steve Wands carry into this from Blackstars since there's such an obvious carryover from its work with Superman.

* "Gentlemen. Ladies. Others." Great both because of the obvious - hey, Superman's nodding at me! - and because it's a phrasing that reinforces that this take on him (and let's be real Morrison) is old as hell.

* I'm mostly past caring about whether this is an alt-Earth Superman until it becomes indisputable one way or another, this and Action both rule so what does it really matter? But while there are still a couple signs in play suggesting some kind of division (the Action Comics #1036 cover, Midnighter up to time-travel shenanigans) the "lost in time" quote clearly thrown in after the fact to explain how he could have met Kennedy outside of 5G that wouldn't be necessary for an Elseworlds, the assorted gestures towards Superman's current status quo, the Kingdom Come symbol appearing in Action, and that Morrison would have had to completely rewrite the ending if this wasn't supposed to be 'the' version of Clark Kent going forward as was the intent when they first planned it all say to me that no, no fooling around, this is our guy going forward one way or another.

* Janin and Bellaire making the first version of the crystal Fortress ever that actually looks as cool as you want it to.

Anonymous asked: I like that Superman and The Authority is basically the anti-All-Star; instead of the laid back, immortal Superman who is supercharged, we have a stressed, ageing Superman whose tremendous powers are fading. The former will always be there to save us, but the latter is running out of time and needs to pull off a Hail Mary. Also, he mentions in his monologue to Black that he was "lost in time" when he met JFK, so maybe he is the main continuity Clark. Or he's the t-shirt Supes from Sideways.

* You're absolutely right - the power reversal is obvious and the ticking clock in play seemingly isn't for his own survival but everyone around him as he wakes up and realizes all the old icons grew complacent with the gains they'd made and he's not leaving behind the world he meant to. Both, however, are built on the idea of preparing the world to not need them anymore - it'll still have a Superman in his son, but that'll only work because of the others he empowers and inspires. The question is what happens to Clark if he's not going to live in the sun for 83000 years.

* Clark's 'exercise' here does more to sell me on the idea of Old Man Superman as a cool idea than however many decades of Earth 2 stuff.

* Intergang being noted alongside Darkseid and Doomsday speaks to how much Kirby informed Morrison's conception of Superman.

* This isn't exactly the most progressive in its disability politics but at least it makes clear Black's being a piece of shit about it.

* It's startling how much Clark can get away with saying stuff in here you'd never expect to come out of Superman's mouth. "I made an executive decision" "Privacy, really...?" "You have nowhere to go, Black. Nothing to live for." "There are few people in my life who I instinctively and viscerally dislike, and you've always been one of them." It only works because there's zero aggression behind it, he's just past the point of niceties and being totally frank while making clear none of these assessments preclude that he cares and is going to unconditionally do the right thing every time. He is absolutely, per Morrison, humanity's dad picking us up when we're too drunk to drive ourselves home.

* The story doesn't put a big flashing light over it, but it's not even a little bit subtle having the material threat of the issue be a ticking timebomb left by the carelessness and hubris of generations past.

* Manchester keeps trying to poke the bear and prove his hot takes about Superman and it's just not working. The front he put up under Kelley is gone after decades of defeats, and as Morrison understands what actually conceptually works about him as a rival to Superman underneath the aging nerd paranoia he's exposed as what he absolutely would be in 2021: a dude with a horrific terminal case of Twitter brainworms. I was PANICKED when I heard there was an 'offensive term' joke in this, I was braced for Morrison at their well-meaning worst, but it's such a goddamn perfect encapsulation of a very specific breed of Twitter leftist who uses their politics first and foremost as a cudgel and justification to label their abrasive, judgmental shittiness as self-righteousness (plus it's a killer payoff to a joke from way back in his original appearance). Cannot believe they pulled that off when they're so very, very open about basically not knowing how the internet works.

* @charlottefinn: Manchester Black using his telekinetic powers to force someone he hates to fave a problematic tweet so that he can screenshot it and start a dogpile

@intergalactic-zoo: “Once they cancel Bibbo, Superman won’t be *anyone’s* fav’rit anymore!”

* Friend noted this issue had to be fully the conversation because the whole premise stands on the house of cards of these two somehow working together, and with three 'silent' inset panels the creative team pulls off that turning point.

* So much of this feels on the surface like Morrison bringing back the All-Star vibes with Clark, but when he drops a "That's all you got?" in a brawl you realize what's underlining that bluntness and confidence in the face of failure is that deep down this is still the Action guy too. This dude ain't gonna get wrecked in his Fortress while the other guy chuckles about him being A SOFT WEE SCIENTIST'S SON!

* Bringing up Jor-El made me realize that Morrison already spelled out that this is the final threat to Superman, what he faces at the end of the road:

"Now it's your turn, Superman."

* A l'il Superman 2000/All-Star reference with the Phantom Zone map!

* There's so much intertextuality going on here even by Morrison standards - Change or Die with the old hero putting together a team of morally nebulous folks out to 'fix' everything, Flex Mentallo with the muscleman trying to redeem the punk, Doomsday Clock with the fate of the world hinging on whether Superman can get through to a meta stand-in for an idea of 'modern' comics cynicism, DKR and New Frontier and Kingdom Come and Multiversity and Seven Soldiers and What's So Funny and All-Star and Action and the last 5 years of monthly Superman comics and Authority and probably Jupiter's Legacy and Tom Strong - but none of that's needed. You could go in with the baseline pop cultural understanding of the character and not care about any of the inside baseball shit and get that this is a story about a leader of a generation that let down the people they made all their grand promises to as inertia and day-to-day demands and complacency let him be satisfied with the accomplishments they'd made long ago, looking at a new era and seeing the ways its own activists are dropping the ball. The only thing that fundamentally matters in a "you have to accept you're reading a superhero story" sense is that because he's Superman he's willing to own up to it and listen to people who might know better about some things and try to set things right while he and those who'll take his place still have a chance. And yes, the oldster looking back on their legacy with a skeptical eye and hoping for better from the next generation, hoping most of all that their little heir apparent can fulfill the promise inside of him instead of being a provocating little shitkicker, is obviously also autobiographical.

* The overlaying Kennedy reprisal is such a great visual of a sudden intrusive thought.

* The Kryptonite secret is the obvious "This is going to matter!" moment, but "He lied about his son" is a bit that doesn't connect to anything going on right now so maybe that's important here too? More significantly, the Justice League can't actually be the villains here but that Ultra-Humanite's crew are in an Earth-orbiting satellite makes pretty clear what's up.

* I've said before that between Superman, OMAC, and a New Gods-affiliated speedster this was going to use all of Morrison's favorite things. King Arthur playing a role isn't exactly dissuading me.

* Love the idea that all the antiheroes have their own community in the same way as the capes and tights crew. They definitely all privately think the rest are posers though and that they alone are Garth Ennis Punisher in a mob of Garth Ennis Wolverines.

* Manchester's fallen so far he's gone from trying to convince Superman to kill to convince him to dunk on people for their bad takes and Clark just doesn't get it. Official prediction of dialogue for upcoming issues:

"According to these bloody Fortress scans, the only thing that can restore your powers is an unfiltered hit of dopamine. Don't worry, Doctor Black has a few ideas."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll plant a nice tree?"

"...fuck you."

* Ok I already talked about how great the Fortress looks in here but LOVE this library.

* A pair of pages this seems like the right spot to discuss from Black's original appearance that underlines both his and Superman's inadequacies up to this point:

Responding to the problem of "the government and penal system are hopelessly corrupt" neither of them has any actual notion of what to do about it in spite of their respective posturing beyond how to handle individual outside actors - each is in their own way every bit as small-minded and reactionary as the other. Clark's coming around though, and he's holding out hope for the other guy.

* Superman: Have a lovely mineral water :) proper hydration is important :)

Manchester Black: *Is a dude who can get so mad he vomits and passes out. At water.*

* That last page is the one to beat for the year, and does more to put over the idea of this as an Authority book than that Midnighter and Apollo are literally going to show up. It also feels like Morrison tacitly acknowledging all the ways the premise could go or at least be received wrong - from Superman saying 'enough is enough' to who he's bringing into the fold to go about it - in the most beautifully on-the-nose fashion imaginable. Maybe they'll save us all! Or maybe they'll drown us in their vomit.

#Superman and The Authority #Superman #The Authority #Manchester Black #Grant Morrison #Mikel Janin #Jordie Bellaire #Steve Wands #Opinion

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theultimateultimateweapon · 4 years ago

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 9)

“It’s no mistake! Meta Knight has appeared!”

Hearing Waddle Dee’s cry, Sword Knight gave a vacant look.

Javelin Knight got angry. “Waddle Dee! This isn’t the time for jokes!”

“But, I’m not kidding!”

Trident Knight shouted, “Meta Knight is wandering between life and death in bed on the battleship Halberd!”

“I-I know, but… that’s Meta Knight. It has to be!”

The Meta Knights looked at each other.

“No way… a fake?”

“Is it another disguise master like Beryl masquerading?”

They didn’t understand what was happening.

Waddle Dee continued watching the battle with a funny feeling.

Blade Knight, who quickly opened his eyes, couldn’t believe what he saw and muttered. “It’s a lie, I’m looking at an illusion. I can’t look at an illusion of Meta Knight… I can’t take it anymore…”

Kirby, on the other hand, had no doubt at all. “Wow, Meta Knight! You’re completely healed! Good! We were all worried!”

Kirby bounced up and jumped at Meta Knight.

Meta Knight staggered and muttered. “Kirby… did I come back… to this world?”

The fallen King Dedede staggered and got up. “Is that Meta Knight? No way, but he’s… a fake, it’s a fake isn’t it?”

“King Dedede? Heh… I’m so happy to see your face, for the first and hopefully last time.”

The red knight was surprised to see Meta Knight appear, but returned to the fight and started slashing.

Meta Knight quickly dodged and tried to pull out his sword, but he had no sword on him.

The sword he had in the land of Hades was a ghost sword with no substance. He couldn’t bring it to this world.

“...Oops!” Meta Knight held up his cloak and muttered, backtracking. “Wings like a red butterfly! It’s that Morpho Knight that Papi mentioned!”

“Mango… knight? Yeah, he was originally Galacta Knight!” Kirby shouted while avoiding the attack.

Meta Knight’s eyes shone. “Galacta Knight!?”

“Yeah, we were fighting Galacta Knight until a while ago. When we thought we finally defeated him, a red butterfly suddenly appeared and was obsessed with him.”

“Then, it was Galacta Knight who gave the agonizing death cry! The red butterfly and Galacta Knight fused to become Morpho Knight!”

“Mor-pho? More of what-!?”

While talking, Morpho Knight’s attacks were getting faster.

Neither Kirby, who had no copy ability, nor Meta Knight, who had no weapon, could fight back. All they could do was protect themselves while guarding and dodging.

“...Strong.” Meta Knight determined the strength of the enemy while avoiding attacks.

The eyes behind his mask began to shine. “The power of the butterfly from another world has been added to Galacta Knight. The overwhelming strength of the legendary warrior, even stronger…”

“It’s you after all, it’s the real Meta Knight!” King Dedede shouted. “Old pal, I’m excited to fight alongside you against a strong opponent, but how? You’re unconscious on the Halberd, right…?”

Morpho Knight spread his wings, soared, and plunged. Kirby and the others hurried to dodge. His crimson sword smashed the floor and scattered countless debris.

King Dedede frowned and said, “Urgh, we need to retreat!”

“What?”

“Buddy, you don’t have any weapons, Kirby has no copy ability, Blade Knight is weak. Only I can fight, but I can’t win against a monster like this. We need to regroup!”

“You want to run away? Stupid.” The stronger the opponent, the more his fighting spirit burns. This was Meta Knight’s true heart. “I can fight!”

King Dedede stomped on the floor and screamed. “Chill out, Meta Knight! You don’t have anything to fight with!”

When he heard this, Blade Knight shouted, “Meta Knight, here!” He held out his sword. “Please, use this!”

“Blade Knight! Thank you.” Meta Knight grasped the sword and shook it lightly.

King Dedede glared at Blade Knight with anger. “Don’t do it! Meta Knight, this is getting out of hand!”

The king’s murmur did not reach him. He grabbed his sword and glanced at Morpho Knight.

Morpho Knight swung his sword up. It had grown in size again, storing energy.

Far from giving up, Meta Knight kept fighting and fighting.

“This is… the joy of living, the heat of battle. This is what I want!”

He jumped high and slashed at Morpho Knight. However, the red knight moved fast. He easily evaded and snuck behind. His huge sword attacked Meta Knight.

Kirby hurried and expelled an air bullet that hit Meta Knight. Meta Knight was blown away and escaped the attack.

“Kirby! I want you to attack the enemy anyway!”

“I can’t! An air bullet isn’t going to hurt such a strong opponent!”

King Dedede was annoyed. “Tch, looks like I’ll have to fight after all! Kirby, Meta Knight, get behind me!”

The two quickly replied.

“No! I will fight too!”

“No, I’m staying here!”

“Well, if you insist…!”

Meta Knight, King Dedede, and Kirby glared at Morpho Knight.

However, his strength was overwhelming. He swung his huge sword. Even King Dedede’s hammer couldn’t compete.

Was this the end for them!?

Meanwhile, the Meta Knights at the bottom of the hole were in turmoil.

“What’s happening!? Is it the real Meta Knight or a fake!?”

“He can’t be real! Meta Knight is on a bed in the Halberd!”

At that moment, Sword Knight’s communication device started ringing. His heart skipped a beat. “Yes, I’ll ask Captain Vul if he’s still there. Yes, this is Sword Knight!”

When Sword Knight answered the call, Captain Vul’s voice rushed out.

“Sword Knight! It’s terrible! Something awful has happened!”

“What’s wrong? No way, Meta Knight…”

“He’s gooooone aaaahhhh! Waaaaa!” Captain Vul was in a panic. He sounded on the verge of tears.

“Ca-captain Vul, calm down. Did he disappear…?”

“The doctor came to inform me that Meta Knight, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, suddenly disappeared! Thi-, this is awfaaaaaaahl!”

Sword Knight cut off communication with the captain. “It seems that Meta Knight disappeared from his bed!”

“What…! That means…!”

“No doubt, what appeared there…”

Sword Knight was in awe. “It’s the real Meta Knight! However it happened, Meta Knight woke up and appeared in this ancient temple!”

Suddenly, Waddle Dee screamed.

Sword Knight shouted, “What’s wrong, Waddle Dee?”

“The red knight… he’s too strong…” Waddle Dee reported in a quivering voice. “The great king is already running away with Kirby. Meta Knight is being cornered!”

The Meta Knights felt sick.

Trident Knight slammed his fist against the wall. “Ugh! If we could just get out of here…! Then we could go help Meta Knight and fight!”

“This is your fault!”

The Meta Knights turned to Beryl.

Javelin Knight was angry. “That’s right. Originally you just stole the treasured sword Galaxia… to…!? Oh yeah!”

The Meta Knights raised their faces at the same time.

Sword Knight shouted. “The Galaxia! We forgot the most important thing! Waddle Dee!”

“Ye, yes!”

“Deliver this to Meta Knight! Throw it to him, be careful!” Sword Knight threw the Galaxia with all his might.

Waddle Dee reached out and caught it firmly.

“If he has his Galaxia, Meta Knight is invincible! He can’t lose to any strong enemy! You know what to do, Waddle Dee!”

“Understood!”

Waddle Dee started running with the Galaxia in hand.

(Chapter 8 - Table of Contents - Chapter 10)

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things couples do : b.b

bucky comes to visit you after a mission to help you decorate your apartment for christmas, only to discover the job has already been completed. (1.6k)

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“Do you think the compound will be done when we get back?” Sam questions, looking over to Tony who simply rolls his eyes as he checks his watch.

“It’s the second of December, Wilson.” Tony states. “If Pepper hasn’t sorted the decorations out then somethings clearly wrong.”

Chuckling under his breath, Steve averts his attention to Bucky who remains lost in his own thoughts. “Are you helping Y/n decorate?” Steve asks quietly, watching as Bucky lifts his head up, snapping himself from the cries of those who were lost during the mission.

Quickly, his thoughts are replaced by the faint sound of your laughter, of him holding you close in his arms as you watch a movie (despite Bucky asking twenty questions a minute) and making him feel safe.

“I’m not sure,” Bucky responds. “I, I think so?” Uncertainty laces Bucky’s tone as Steve simply nods.

It was going to be your first Christmas together, and the rules seemed a little less than clear for an Avenger who was over one hundred years old and one of Pepper’s assistants who lived in her own apartment- a civilian if you will.

“Oh, you have to, Barnes.” Sam pipes up, eavesdropping on the pair's conversation and ignores the blatant glare from Bucky. “It’s a thing all couples do, brings you closer together and get in the holiday spirit.”

“He’s right, as much as I hate to admit it.” Tony adds as he rises to his feet, heading towards the pilot to check how much longer he’d be trapped with the trio.

“You do practically live there already,” Steve shrugs a shoulder, making a fair point. “so I guess you could always help her decorate.”

Bucky nods along, still unsure. “I don’t even know if she’s got a tree or anything.” Bucky sighs to himself, wondering what he’s about to get himself into.

“It’ll be fun, you can listen to Christmas songs, dance around her apartment, kiss under the mistletoe if you’re able to replicate human emotions, cyborg.” Sam jokes, this time catching Steve giving him a knowing look. “I’m just saying, it’s something most couples do together, you’re at hers more than the compound.”

The thought lingers on Bucky’s mind as they begin to descend back toward the compound. He knows he’s home earlier than anticipated, having told you he would be gone for at least two weeks, yet here he is, a week early.

Once debriefed, Bucky gathers his things and heads straight for the lift, knowing nothing is stopping him now from being with you.

“Buck,” Steve calls out as Bucky taps his foot as he watches the elevator rise from the ground floor.

Trying not to get caught in the streams of tinsel dangling from the ceiling, Steve approaches his friend as they both wait for the metal doors to open.

“It’s fine, Steve, I’m fine.” Bucky reasons. “I’m going to see my best girl.”

The comment doesn’t go amiss by the captain as a smile forms on his face, having wondered if his oldest friend would ever find happiness again.

“Let me know how it goes, and send her my love.” Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder as he turns around, heading back to his room as the metal doors open, allowing Bucky to have a moment alone as he gathers his thoughts in earnest to see you.

Standing outside of your apartment, Bucky fiddles with the keys in his grip as he turns the door handle, hearing the reassuring sound of the locks sliding out of place.

As he opens the front door, Bucky gently places his bags down and locks the door behind himself.

Usually, you would stir or pause whatever you might be doing at the sound of the door closing, yet you’re nowhere to be found.

“Y/n?” Bucky calls out your name as he places his keys in the hallway as he steps forward, the faint sound of music playing in your living room.

Turning the corner, Bucky pauses as he leans against the doorway of your living room; covered in Christmas decorations including a large tree glowing with lights and baubles.

It’s a sight that Bucky didn’t anticipate walking in to, and as he steps in he admires your handiwork.

Behind him, Bucky can hear the sound of you stirring and quickly turns on his heels. “Baby?” Trying to hold back his laugh, Bucky kneels down in front of the armchair you’re in, well, stuck in for better words.

Your lap is coated in tinsel and a Santa hat you had been wearing now rests above your head instead. Yet, despite it, Bucky can’t help but love you even more.

Reaching out, Bucky removes the tinsel from your lap and you begin to wake up.

“Bucky?” You tiredly mumble as your eyes start to open as the sight of your boyfriend greets you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky smiles as you begin to sit upright as a yawn escapes your lips.

“What day is it? I swear I just closed my eyes.” Confusion spreads across your expression as Bucky reaches for your hands, taking them in his.

“I’m home early, the mission was completed in less time than we had all anticipated.” Bucky explains, but as you focus on the small smile lining his lips you can see that pain lingering in his eyes.

Lifting your hand up, you rest it against his cheek, cradling into it as a sigh leaves his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You mutter, even if it’s just the two of you.

Bucky shakes his head in response as he shuffles closer, resting his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair, listening as he hums contently. “There wasn’t a need for casualties, but these people, god, they were just in the wrong place.” Bucky explains quietly, seeing the looks of terror crossing their expressions whenever he blinks.

"I’m so sorry, Bucky.” You comment, pausing as you rest your stretch your arm out, resting your hand on his shoulder where flesh meets metal.

He can feel a small movement, the circles rubbing from his scar to the connection of his metal arm. “I just wish I had been faster, that someone saw them sooner.” Bucky mutters coldly, trying his best to remove himself from the situation and focus on the soft lighting and warmth you radiate.

“It’s not your fault, James.” You remind him as he shuffles in your embrace, looking up at you. “What?” You ask as he quirks an eyebrow to you.

“You called me James.” He states. “You never call me James.”

Bucky watches as your lips part, but words fail to follow momentarily. "I just, sometimes it slips out." You admit shyly. "And I think you needed a distraction too," You bite your lower lip, wondering if you crossed a line as Bucky simply looks up at you with a blank expression.

The moment is short lived as Bucky smiles up at you, that loving glint crossing his gaze. "I appreciate that, doll. I really do." Bucky chuckles as he rises to his feet, resting his hands on his hips as he looks around your living room. "See you've been busy whilst I was gone, huh?"

"Well, I needed a distraction myself." You admit, standing up behind him as you wrap your arms around his waist. "Do you like it?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky can see the empty boxes piled up that you would've gotten out on your own without a helping hand. He can see the precision of every ornament on your shelves and mantlepiece, wondering what stories hide behind each decoration he'll learn another day.

"Yeah, it's nice." Bucky mutters, but as your arms slide away from his waist, he mentally swears knowing that it wasn't quite the answer you're looking for.

"Nice?" You mimic his response as you stand beside him.

"I just, I thought it was something we could've done together, like a normal couple." Bucky reasons as he looks away from you. "That's stupid, forget I said it." He quickly adds, but you tugging his arm captures his attention.

A light laugh escapes your lips as you look up at him. "Bucky, I had no idea you would've liked to decorate with me." You cover your mouth with your other hand. "I'm sorry, baby. I just wanted it done so when you came back it was festive and we could just spend quality time together."

"I can't be mad at that suggestion." A smirk crosses Bucky's lips as he brings you into his embrace, trying to ignore you rolling your eyes as you look up at him.

"Oh, I forgot!" You exclaim, pulling away from his arms as you rush over to the pile of boxes. "It's in here somewhere," You mumble under your breath before revealing a golden star. "I, I couldn't reach the top of the tree, wanna help me put it on?" You hold the star in your fingertips.

"I'd love to, doll." Bucky walks over to your tree, meeting you there as he takes a hold of your waist, holstering you up with ease as you place the star on the top of the tree, the last of the decorations.

Lowering you down, you lean against Bucky as you appreciate your handiwork. "Would you look at that, beautiful isn't it?" You sigh happily as you admire your tree whilst Bucky admires you.

"Truly is, Y/n." Bucky mutters, turning you around as he leans down to kiss you softly.

"Merry Christmas, baby." Muttering into his lips, you smile as you pull away afterwards, swaying in your living room as Christmas songs play faintly in the background; just as Bucky envisioned.

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sirfrogsworth · 4 years ago

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The Anti-Froggie

In 7th grade I had this mortal frenemy named Jason.

We did not like each other.

At all.

He was an insufferable nerd.

I was an affable nerd.

If you need proof of that, we were placed side-by-side in our Kirby Junior High yearbook and it looks like a personality yin-yang.

I rest my case.

Our nerdery was not compatible but for some reason we ended up hanging out with each other most of that year. I suspect it was because I was new to public school after going to Catholic grade school. I was pretty messed up from all the bullying and that trauma kept my personality and humor buried deep. Even though I was no longer being bullied, it still took a while for the "real me" to resurface. I didn't even know I was funny at that point. So I didn't make any friends (that I enjoyed spending time with) until 8th grade.

Which meant for 7th grade... I was stuck with Jason.

I think part of us enjoyed the challenge of debating various nerdy topics. We were constantly trying to find ways to one-up each other when justifying our subjective opinions. I couldn't stand him. I hated his opinions. But I loved winning the arguments I had with him—which I did with great frequency.

I mean, he was stubborn and never officially conceded on anything... but when I won he’d get all quiet and change the subject.

He’s probably a Republican now.

*checks Facebook real quick*

Holy shit... I was right! I swear I didn’t know this before I wrote that Republican joke. I’m feeling very validated for my 7th grade hatred of Jason.

What was I saying?

Oh right... winning arguments.

Because of the thrill of verbal victory, I couldn't quit him until I became a much more mature 8th grader who was above petty bickering. I transitioned to Very Serious Discourse™ which is completely different.

Our biggest point of contention was the OG console war. It’s a tale as old as time.

I had a Super Nintendo.

Jason had the Sega Genesis.

So, of course, we constantly argued over which console was superior. And it got *very* ugly. His mother had to tell us to shush because our yelling scared their cat.

We'd alternate going to each other's homes to play video games. As we played, we’d point out when our consoles did something better or worse. It was ridiculous, but we were obnoxious tweens with nothing else to do. (Though Jason was orders of magnitude more obnoxious than I was. And I could round up at least a dozen people to corroborate that claim if challenged in court.)

I would say something like, “Super Mario World is much more fun than Sonic. It has better level design. You can shoot fireballs and fly and dive bomb and do all kinds of creative moves. Plus, you get to ride a frickin’ dinosaur. Sonic just runs fast through loop-de-loops.”

And then Jason would just brag that Sonic used “blast processing” to make him go super fast. But his most favored argument for why the Sega was better was mostly a marketing gimmick.

But he’d constantly tell me how the SNES was slow as balls and I was like, "Do you want to go fast or have fun?" Not to mention, SNES had Bubsy which was just as fast as it was on the Genesis. And it was more fun than Sonic. Collecting yarn balls was way better than golden rings. Plus Bubsy actually spoke in the game and said funny things. Sonic was still a mute hedgehog in those days. When Bubsy talked on the Genesis it sounded like he had one of those yarn balls stuck in his throat.

The SNES had much better graphics with thousands more colors available. It had better sound. It had mode 7 which allowed for the first Mario Kart style games. And the controller was much more comfortable to use. If you played the same game on both systems, the Sega version always looked like trash. I don't know quite how to describe it, but the Genesis looked like the pixels were all angry at each other. Just muddy and murky like a JPEG that has been saved way too many times.

Our biggest and most contentious fight happened after the first Mortal Kombat was released for both systems. The Genesis had a simple code you could enter to enable blood and the goriest finishing moves. The SNES version replaced all of the blood with stupid looking gray sweat. Every attack led to an inordinate amount of gray droplets fleeing the person. I guess you were supposed to dehydrate your opponent to death by punching all of the moisture out of their bodies.

Again, the SNES looked better. It sounded better. The controls were better. But the entire fun of Mortal Kombat was the over-the-top gore. It made Nintendo seem like it was meant for little kids and Sega was for the cool rebellious kids.

Every argument I had to defend my precious SNES was disingenuous on my part because I was constantly making excuses for why we should play at Jason's house so I could see that wonderful oversaturated red human juice fly out of all the characters.

I became obsessed with the blood and I couldn’t have enough digital carnage. Then I read in a video game magazine the Game Genie had a "blood code" for the SNES.

SALVATION!

I thought this was my way to gain back console superiority. I was so disheartened and embarrassed by my lame gray perspiration. But If I could get blood working on Mortal Kombat, then the better graphics, sound, and controls would put me over the top in imaginary cool points. I was already picturing Jason’s face turning sour with disappointment.

The Game Genie was this weird device that let you enter special codes and it would manipulate variables in the game. Mostly it let you cheat. More lives. More health. Greater damage. But it also allowed for minor tweaks to graphical elements.

One problem... I couldn't afford the Game Genie. Thankfully it could be rented from Blockbuster. I figured I’d try out the blood code and if it was as awesome as I hoped, I’d save up for one of my own. So I handed my allowance over to the Buster of Blocks and rented the Genie for a weekend.

The time had come. I put in Mortal Kombat, typed in the alphanumeric code, and was gleefully anticipating my bloody gaming experience.

I threw the first punch and my smile transformed into an angry frown.

The Game Genie tinted the gray sweat pixels into pinkish-red sweat pixels.

It looked *terrible*.

It was nothing like the giant gloopy puddles of blood on the Genesis. It looked more like I was knocking dirt off of people. “Enjoy your fist shower, Raiden!” And none of it glooped on the ground. It just disintegrated into the air. I had been bragging to Jason all week at school that I was going to have my own blood. Instead, I got ugly pink mist.

When I went back to school on Monday I tried not to bring it up and hoped Jason wouldn't either. But it was the first thing that turd asked about when we saw each other. I had to admit that Mortal Kombat was officially better on the Genesis and it pained me to do so. And that obnoxious dweeb didn’t let me forget it for the rest of the time we hung out together. He was unrelenting.

The very next year Nintendo released Mortal Kombat II for the SNES with full-fat blood and gore. No restrictions. No lame gray sweat.

It. Was. Glorious.

(As long as you could convince your mom to buy it for you at Toys “R” Us.)

It really was a beautiful game. Not just the blood. It had some of the best graphics of any fighter game you could play at home. And it was just super fun to play. I think I would have loved it even if they pulled that gray sweat crap again. And it was, without question, better on the SNES.

Unfortunately, I was no longer speaking to Jason at that point and had no way to lord it over him.

On the upside, I had a bunch of new friends that I liked a lot and never argued with and none of them ended up being Republicans. And we had a ton of fun playing Mortal Kombat II with each other.

So I guess it’s okay that Jason maintained that one victory over me.

But I’m going to put an asterisk next to it in the history books like they did with Roger Maris.

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lokiondisneyplus · 3 years ago

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[This interview contains spoilers for Loki episode five.]

If you thought Richard E. Grant and Tom Hiddleston had a passing resemblance during Loki‘s fifth episode, “Journey Into Mystery,” then you weren’t alone. In fact, the two actors have talked about their shared “physiognomy” for years, so much so that a running joke was created about them playing father and son, someday. And then, at the beginning of 2020, the gag was up as Grant received the official offer to play Classic Loki on the Hiddleston-led Loki. Since Grant missed Hiddleston’s renowned “Loki lecture” prior to production, he received his own private crash course later on in production.

“[Tom Hiddleston] was very articulate and passionate about all of that, as he’s a walking Lokipedia,” Grant tells The Hollywood Reporter. “So that was very, very useful, but to be honest, I was so anxious and nervous about my first day of work that I probably only took in about 5 percent of what he was saying to me. But by the same token, I was entering his universe, and I was hoping that I wasn’t going to let him, or the fans of this character, down.”

When Grant was first offered the job, he immediately began to envision his Classic Loki costume since he assumed it would include a muscle suit a la Jack Kirby’s rendition of the character. But once he arrived to the Loki set in Atlanta, he discovered that his own physicality would be utilized instead, much to his chagrin.

“What I was so looking forward to with Loki was finally having a muscle suit, having been born without any,” Grant says with a laugh. “I thought, ‘Oh great! I’m going to look like the Jack Kirby drawings and costume design, which was so faithful to that.’ But when I got to Atlanta, they said, ‘No, you don’t have a muscle suit. You’re just as yourself, a stick insect.’ So I was very disappointed. I thought I was letting the character and the viewers down by not having muscles underneath it. I wish that I had gone into a year’s worth of training and weight-gain powder to look like that, but I don’t think I could’ve possibly achieved that. So I was hoping I’d have the rubberized version of it, but I was denied that pleasure.”

In a recent conversation with THR, Grant also discusses Classic Loki’s ultimate sacrifice and what the character was thinking as he laughed en route to his death.

You’ve said that you and Tom Hiddleston have wanted to work together for years. When did this desire first come about?

More than anything, it came about because we recognized that we have a similar physiognomy, and somebody joked to us, “You could play father and son!” So I suppose it has always been in the back of mind. And then I saw Tom at the Toronto [International] Film Festival a couple years ago, and he said, “We really have to do something together! Father and son — or something!” But I thought it was highly unlikely because his career had gone so far up into the stratosphere. And then, at the beginning of last year, I got an offer to play Classic/Old Loki, and I thought, “Oh right, this is what we talked about and now it’s come to pass.” So that’s how it happened.

And in terms of the script, what was your first impression of Classic Loki’s full-fledged arc?

The backstory — where he describes himself as the God of Outcasts rather than the God of Mischief — was very compelling. So you understand where and why he’s been out of the loop for so long. He was so desperate to have some kind of contact that he was willing to reveal himself to the TVA, and later, by offering himself up to Asgard and Alioth, he’s willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the possibility of somebody else finding love. Because the ending was so catastrophic and mayhem-filled, as he laughs in the face of his own immolation, I thought that was a great beginning, middle and end in just one episode. It’s as much as you could ever hope for from a guest role. So it was really exciting to do and very satisfying.

As he was laughing in the face of the beast, what was on his mind?

Even as you’re going down, you still have the power, grace and sheer chutzpah to go, “I will laugh in your face even though I know that you’re about to eat me alive.” That’s a great adage to life. (Laughs.) I love that.

Since Tom has played Loki for many years, he’s become the world’s foremost authority on the character, so much so that he delivers actual lectures on him.

He is! He’s Lokipedia.

Was there enough time for him to give you a crash course on the character?

He did one of those prior to the first episode; they’d already shot four episodes by the time I got there. So he came and saw me after I had just gotten my costume and makeup done. He said, “I’m going to give you a brief outline and some background information on what you’re dealing with.” So he was very articulate and passionate about all of that, as he’s a walking Lokipedia. So that was very, very useful, but to be honest, I was so anxious and nervous about my first day of work that I probably only took in about 5 percent of what he was saying to me. But by the same token, I was entering his universe, and I was hoping that I wasn’t going to let him, or the fans of this character, down.

Classic Loki was very frustrated by the fact that betrayal is synonymous with the Loki archetype. So he did something about it and sacrificed his life to help Loki and Sylvie (Sophia Di Martino). While you touched on the ultimate sacrifice already, what did you make of his decision to go against type?

It was very smart of [Tom Kauffman], the writer, to have hit on that. I was the oldest person on the unit, as well as the oldest person on the crew and the cast. When you’re in the twilight zone as I am now at 64, there is a sense that you’re handing over the baton in the relay race of life. So it seemed like the most human, vulnerable and honorable thing to do, and I got that completely. It was fitting — even for an old Classic Loki. But unlike in my life, you can always come back in Loki-land. (Laughs.)

Between Allegiant General Pryde in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker and Classic Loki, were these two of your favorite costume fittings to date?

Yes, and it was pretty amazing to have that great, explosive ending to that Star Wars character. But what I was so looking forward to with Loki was finally having a muscle suit, having been born without any. (Laughs.) I thought, “Oh great! I’m going to look like the Jack Kirby drawings and costume design, which was so faithful to that.” But when I got to Atlanta, they said, “No, you don’t have a muscle suit. You’re just as yourself, a stick insect.” So I was very disappointed. I thought I was letting the character and the viewers down by not having muscles underneath it. I wish that I had gone into a year’s worth of training and weight-gain powder to look like that, but I don’t think I could’ve possibly achieved that. So I was hoping I’d have the rubberized version of it, but I was denied that pleasure. (Laughs.)

On big-budget projects in particular, actors don’t always get the chance to work opposite another actor/character in any given scene. So now that you can talk about The Rise of Skywalker, did you and Ian McDiarmid actually get to be in the same room during Pryde’s hologram scene with Emperor Palpatine?

No, I never met Ian on it at all.

Between Jack Hock (Can You Ever Forgive Me?) and Withnail (Withnail and I), who would enjoy Loki’s company the most? Who’d make for a more ideal companion?

Wow. I think Jack Hock because he was so gregarious and wanted to be friends with everybody. Whereas Withnail was so staggeringly selfish that I think even he would have outdone Loki in the ego department.

#Richard E. Grant #Classic Loki #interview

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imaginesbymk · 4 years ago

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“Find Me Under The Giant Rabbit.”

Reservoir Dogs/Pulp Fiction One Shot

SUMMARY: I read a Reddit fan theory that Mr. Pink survived, escaped the cops, got arrested and was then put on parole - leaving behind his old life and lying low as a waiter at Jack Rabbit Slims. What happens when you show up to the restaurant one night?

PAIRING: Mr. Pink/Buddy Holly waiter x Reader

TAGS: swearing, smoking + mentions of basically everything that happened in reservoir dogs which is the heist, violence, etc

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WORD COUNT: 2,870 (it’s long i’m sorry)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is probably the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written, and it’s nothing tarantino would ever put in his films, also there’s no way PF and RS can legitimately tie in together 100% even though there are some factors to support otherwise, but i wanted to write this and see something lol :( leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

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YOU put your car in park, shutting off the engine, and observed it from afar. It was one hell of a big restaurant, almost a bit too cartoon-like. There was a giant anthropomorphic rabbit on top, and the lights claiming the name were glowing a bright red and yellow. Mind you, this was in Los Angeles, so who wouldn’t blame you if you took one look at Jack Rabbit Slim’s, and mistake it for a restaurant at Six Flags?

Dozens of bikers came in with their motorcycles, yet their engines couldn’t even overpower the chatter coming from newcomers left and right. You ignored a heavy tattooed biker dressed in all leather and denim catcalling you from afar, and you reached the front desk.

A man dressed in uniform, most definitely in character, tipped his hat at you and led you to a table with only two chairs. You weren’t expecting anyone to join you in the other seat across. So what if you went for dinner by yourself? You didn’t bother asking anyone to join you for that matter. Not anyone you could think of at the top of your head would be any less boring.

You began tracing your fingers around the rim of the ketchup bottle when not even five seconds after sitting down, a lady approached your table with ruby red lips.

Of course, you thought. Servers were dressed up as icons from the 50s era.

“Marilyn,” you say in awe.

“Close enough,” Instead of being seated in the Marilyn Monroe section being served by a Marilyn Monroe-looking Marilyn Monroe, you were greeted with a tall Mamie Van Doren, who is just as breathtaking as Marilyn refilling everyone’s coffee mugs from the other side of the restaurant. “How about I get you started with drinks?”

Ricky Nelson’s performance on stage came to an end when Mamie arrived with your food. You looked around the place while eating. People weren’t eating by themselves. Families, friends, dates, all of them occupied their seats. Now that you’ve noticed, you sort of wished you brought someone with you, otherwise the seat across from you is used as a footrest.

So there, you propped your feet on top, and relaxed… then you sat upright. Your eyes fixated on the waiter in his section, which were the cars back in the 50s used as booths. You watch him walk towards one of them. The couple was a young woman in a blunt bob cut with bangs, and a man wearing a black suit with long black hair tied back.

You squint your eyes. It couldn’t be...

“Hi, I’m Buddy. What can I get ya?”

You blinked, dropping the half bitten French fry from your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

It was all coming back to you. The news broke out about the heist going wrong at the wholesale, all dead except for one, a cop who laid dead on the ramp inside the rendezvous was identified as Mr. Orange. Since he wasn’t supposed to know where you were from, Mr. Pink never turned up to your door as an emergency hideout, or to drag you with him on his getaway because he never had one. You never heard of him ever since.

Here he was, Mr. Pink, alive and well, wearing glasses. What the hell happened? How long has he been working here? Is he supposed to be Buddy Holly?

“How do you want that cooked? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?” you hear him ask the man in the suit who ordered a steak.

“Bloody as hell, and oh, yeah, look at this- vanilla coke.”

You noticed the irony. He left you in a black suit - and he comes back in white. Like he’d ever want to be caught dead in white, or pink.

“What about you, Peggy Sue?” he asks the woman, jotting in his notepad. You recognized the pun.

“I’ll have the Durwood Kirby burger, bloody. And… the five dollar shake.”

Were you about to laugh? Call out his name? That was enough for you to get antsy in your seat, but you didn’t want to draw attention. You saw him again while finishing up half of your meal, giving the couple their drinks and disappearing back into the kitchen. He was doing his job, but it wasn’t like he was giving his one hundred percent. For someone who preached to the Gods about professionalism, Mr. Pink sure lacked work ethic. Every employee was on point with their character impersonations as if you had travelled back in time. Meanwhile, he acted like himself and seemed bored while wearing an emotionless face, as if he hated his job and epitome of his existence. It was never a dull moment for him whenever he was with you, though.

You got up to use the restroom.

“We’re lucky we got anything at all. I don’t think Buddy Holly’s much of a waiter,” you heard the man at the booth tell the woman as you walk past them, spotting their food from the corner of your eye. It’s no surprise hearing that. Mr. Pink never looked like the type to work at a job like this.

You sat back down and soon, Mr. Pink reappeared, standing over to the side and watched the announcement of the twisting contest, smoking a cigarette. You see him eyeing two pretty blonde women walking past him, and he looked back his way, now in your direction.

He finally did what you wanted him to do, and he stares at you for nearly a solid minute.

You waved awkwardly.

Mr. Pink tosses the cigarette in a random person’s ashtray and disappears behind the door once again. You darted out of your chair, and marched your way to where he headed, just as the couple he served got up on stage to participate in the twisting contest.

A Zorro waiter jumps in front of you. “Stop right there, mi amor!” his eyes darted at you through the cheap black mask he was wearing. “I believe the bathroom’s on the other side of the bar.”

“Where’s Buddy?” you ask Zorro.

“I’m afraid Mr. Holly is taking a quick break from unenthusiastically serving love birds in their cars.”

“Can you tell him I’m looking for him?”

“Once I see him.” Zorro then took out his sword and pointed it at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Now, shall I escort you back to your dining spot?”

Although you were aware this guy was only in character, you didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out, or having a realistic looking sword ripped through your body. You sighed and turned around, heading back. You noticed at your table a folded napkin beside your empty plate. Mamie Van Doren was last seen there, her back facing you with her heels clicking away on the tiles.

“Excuse me!” you called after the waitress. She ignores you, smiling down at new customers at an umbrella table.

Cocking an eyebrow, you used your finger to flatten the crease and read the note in bold handwriting.

FIND ME UNDER THE GIANT RABBIT. - BUDDY

You threw the door open and ran outside, precisely under the giant rabbit of the Jack Rabbit Slim’s sign, just like he said on the napkin. You felt like an idiot checking every direction to find no one. Not a lot of the bikers were seen riding or hanging out around the parking lot, some people were coming and going, but you couldn’t find Buddy Holly.

Defeated, you turn to walk back inside.

Mr. Pink rushed out the door and caught his breath. It looked like he was chasing you down before you could take off. A song used for the twisting contest kept playing from inside.

You didn’t run up to him and jumped in his arms or anything dramatic in that matter. You both stared at each other.

A few days before the heist you two stood across each other waiting for Mr. Brown and Mr. White inside the hideout. It was a quiet moment, not an awkward one. He just took that opportunity to study you, as you did him. It took him that moment to realize he was warming up to you.

“Well hello there, Buddy,” you smile smugly.

YOU and Pink loitered at the side of the eatery, where the back door to the kitchen was located. He had taken off his fake glasses, showing his full frame.

“Okay,” you watch him lean against the wall, lighting his cigarette. “Talk to me. What happened to you?”

“What the hell do you think? Cops tagged me when I tried driving away. I was put behind bars, and by some fucking miracle this place took me in when I needed money.”

“You didn’t know any other crime bosses looking for a lanky dude?” Pink rolls his eyes at your joke. “I know the heist went terribly wrong, I saw the news. Everyone’s dead as Dillinger.”

“That briefcase had a shit load of two million dollars worth of stones,” Pink blew smoke out. “I swear, if that asshole undercover cop was never sent to set us up, I could have been enjoying a cocktail in Santorini. You’re lucky you called in sick that day.”

You shuddered, remembering how god-awful the illness was. “Never again. I felt like I was being hot glued to a sauna.”

You remembered the day of the heist. In fact, you mentally prepared yourself for something that you’ve never done before. You braced for what was supposed to go smoothly as Joe promised. Instead, you were woken up by the worst case scenario above 38 degrees. You were thankful Joe took it easy on you and promised another job next time.

“All right, your turn. What did you do after that shit show went down?” Pink asks you.

“Just did my own thing. I wasn’t there so the cops never searched for me.” Pink took a slow drag, staring at nothing. He didn’t really look the same as before. Still lanky, except his hair was a bit more darkened and styled in curls, possibly because Buddy Holly had it permed that way. But his face read that he had been through a lot. Normally you felt zero pity for assholes like him, but you managed to blurt out, “I missed you.”

Pink, blowing out smoke in the air, eyed you up and down and furrowed his brows. “Likewise.”

Not only did it suck not being able to make money, you also couldn’t do it with Mr. Pink. As much as he kept his professionalism to a T, he squeezed in time to get along with you. It was no wonder Joe hired you - you were different than the guys, you moved differently and never felt small. Mr. Pink was drawn to that.

Maybe that was just an understatement. He grew intimidated by something he expected to experience the least from in the job, and of course, straight out of a fairytale, you had to stop and ask yourself if you felt the same way, and if what you felt was right. Neither of you had any idea. It was against the rules to give out personal information to each other, and Mr. Pink took those rules very seriously, even if it was just one job that he most likely wouldn’t come back to unless a higher pay was involved and Joe Cabot liked him enough to recruit him again.

If Mr. Pink grew too attached, if he let his guard down for one second, God forbid something would have happened to you. Without a doubt, he would have heavily blamed himself and walked away from the job without saying another word.

His options were to wait until after the robbery to make a move, or do his job, get paid and leave. Whether or not it was out of selfishness was out of the question. Mr. Pink is already selfish in an intuitive kind of way, he’d rather avoid spiraling into a wave of emotions for one person - so he chose the latter.

“What?” Pink looked at you, feeling a bit tense. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Huh? No. It’s nothing,” you blinked, realizing you were staring at him longer than you should have. You shook your head, most likely shaking off the intrusive thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t a good time to tell him what’s on your mind.

If anything, he’s most likely sleeping with the Marilyn Monroe waitress. “It’s just… you shaved the goatee.”

Pink nodded, looking a bit annoyed that there was no facial hair left on his chin to rub. “Buddy Holly had a clean face. For the record, the only advantage of this job is that I’m under disguise. Other than that, this place is a circus. I’m zooming back in time whenever I clock in.”

“It’s a 50s themed restaurant,” you state. “Working here sounds like fun. At least you get to dress up and experience pop culture.”

He scoffs. “No, fuck the 50s. Shit was all I Love Lucy and those puffy ass dresses.”

“They’re called poodle skirts, Pink.”

“Like I give a fuck what they’re called.”

“You know Buddy Holly smiled. He was a singer and a guitarist. If you keep up the attitude, no one’s gonna tip you. Nice Guy Eddie told me about your rant on tipping.”

“Ha! And? You will never find me up on that stage performing That’ll Be The Day, moving like a fucking animatronic.” Halfway finished, Pink tossed his cigarette aside and looked at you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You felt your cheeks flushing. Fuck. “I am?”

He nodded, putting his Buddy Holly glasses back on his face. “Yeah. It’s a breath of fresh air seeing you here.” He stares down at his wristwatch for a moment.

“Your break’s done?”

“It’s been done,” he says. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “You’re so fired.”

“This isn’t the first time I stopped caring, so my boss isn’t gonna bat an eye.” He had his hand wrapped around the back door which was supported by a wooden block to keep it open. “Look, I’ll see ya arou-”

“Pink?” Your heart rose up to your throat.

He turned back to you. “Hm?”

You just had to do it. You reached up and kissed him softly. Pink didn’t shove or curse at you. His features softened, pulling you close to him and kissed you deeply. Even when you two pulled away, his arms didn’t unwrap from your waist. His forehead was pressed against yours now.

“My name’s Y/N,” you tell him.

He stares at you, no snarky, sarcastic comment left for him to give.

“I know you’re not willing to give your name up just yet, you can’t fully trust me, and I get that, but I won’t tell anyone what happened. You got lucky, I think… but I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m serious.”

“Y/N,” he says your name for the first time. “You don’t have to go all sappy for me. Karma came in hot. Jesus Christ, I mean, I left you.”

“Not really. You didn’t know me. The cops had the place staked out the entire day, there was nothing you could do.”

He looked down at his shoes. “All right. But still, I feel shitty. Can I at least make it up to you?”

“How?”

Pink shrugs. “I get paid tomorrow.”

“Good for you,” you reply. “Save it like you’re gonna lose it.”

“I’ve had this job for a while now, I got enough to last. But once I win the lottery, I’m gone.”

“To Santorini?”

“With a cocktail in my hand. But that’s besides the point, right now I got enough to take you out on a date… if you’re down.”

“Where would you plan on taking me? Here?” you laugh.

“You’re funny. How about the movies? Overruled, I’m taking you to see a movie. I gotta know where you live first. It’s okay to know now.”

You nodded, you couldn't argue with that. Besides, you two would just be making out in the dark the entire time.

His hand was back on the handle of the back door. Pink pulled it open, looked back at you and smiled for the first time tonight. That warmed your heart, and you were certain it warmed his. He watched you stuff something inside his pocket square as you told him your address. He went back inside, shutting the door on you. You walked back to the front of the restaurant to pay for the bill, and went straight home.

Mr. Pink shuffles past the chefs in the kitchen, feeling through his suit pocket to pull out his notepad and whatever you stuffed inside just moments ago.

I didn’t even serve them. Is this supposed to be for Mamie Van Doren? He stares down at the dollar bill crumpled in his hand. His frown suddenly transitions to a small but genuine smile.

Fuck it. Nothing could stop him now. He definitely owes you a date night. He quickly stuffs the tip back in his pocket square, and comes out the sliding door.

THE END

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twh-news · 3 years ago

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‘Loki’ Star Richard E. Grant on Tom Hiddleston’s Crash Course and Being Denied a Muscle Suit

[This interview contains spoilers for Loki episode five.]

In a recent conversation with THR, Grant also discusses Classic Loki’s ultimate sacrifice and what the character was thinking as he laughed en route to his death.

You’ve said that you and Tom Hiddleston have wanted to work together for years. When did this desire first come about?

And in terms of the script, what was your first impression of Classic Loki’s full-fledged arc?

As he was laughing in the face of the beast, what was on his mind?

Since Tom has played Loki for many years, he’s become the world’s foremost authority on the character, so much so that he delivers actual lectures on him.

He is! He’s Lokipedia.

Was there enough time for him to give you a crash course on the character?

Between Allegiant General Pryde in Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker and Classic Loki, were these two of your favorite costume fittings to date?

No, I never met Ian on it at all.

Between Jack Hock (Can You Ever Forgive Me?) and Withnail (Withnail and I), who would enjoy Loki’s company the most? Who’d make for a more ideal companion?

#loki #loki series #richard e grant #interview #article #loki spoilers #spoilers #loki series spoilers

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hello-imasalesman · 3 years ago

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Better late than never! Forgot to post these earlier. Chapter 4 notes behind the cut, in chronological order:

-““I won’t be a crone at thirty,” she says, though sounds thoroughly unconvinced as soon as such a large, decrepit number leaves her sixteen year old mouth.” = self dunk. the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

-derby has surprise passed Pinky off numerous times and most of the time bif is just surprised pikachu face that Derby’s voluntold him what to do.

-I love Gord so much. gord is literally defcon five trying to get out of this fucking room before pinky eats his ass alive. I think only Bif and Derby can really withstand her tantrums

-“Does this random ass jock even know who Derby, Derby Harrington, does he even KNOW who DERBY HARRINGTON IS!” Bif baby girl the only person who cares about Derby is like, you. And the preps. And maybe a few others. You are so obtuse YOU ARE SO IN LOVE AHHH

-I LOVE Kirby and I also love the fact that he has the weirdest fucking voicelines. The feet shit is canon. Or maybe one of the rumors that gets passed around by the non-clique kids. Either way. poor Trent :’)

- bif “huh, none of these straight romance stories appeal to me. is it because I’m not a girl? That’s it :)” taylor-tremblay

-piiiiinnnkkkkkky

-PIIIIIIIIINNNNNKKKKKKKYYYY

-it was really important to me that Pinky doesn’t get fridged in any way for this, because she’s very much set up for it and it’s the easy way out. Her and Bif share a lot of camaraderie dealing with Derby; they’re friends, not enemies. And even separate from Derby, I think Bif’s also a boy she feels safe around (namely, because he’s very, very gay, not that he realizes it yet) and Pinky is a girl which he doesn’t have to pretend to be straight around because she’s “derby’s girl”, and that dynamic is kind of rare at Bullworth, really.

-bully is hilarious bc every dog always wants to jump your ass, which has translated into me immediately honing in on dogs and curb stomping them, lest he comes over to bite my ankle and make me go hunt someone kissable down to refill the health meter. When people who dont play bully watch you just run up to a dog who just looks like he has the zoomies and plant your foot straight into its head you definitely get some looks

-so lets start my most indulgent scene ever with a mean girls reference.

-aquaberry smells like holister/ Abercrombie but specifically the way it smelt when you were 13 roaming the mall unsupervised and feral and yearning.

-random but a thing that is weirdly dear to me about bully is that EVERY character has a name. mr Carmichael is the aquaberry store associate. There are no unnamed mooks. they dont make em like that anymore…. golden age of free roam third person rpgs…. :’)

-*head in hands* they’re so in love and they’re so fucking stupid

-this line makes me want to cry. the intimacy of it. every morning starts w him.

-So. The nanny line. It’s canon, but I hesitated counting this line to mean anything other than the joke it was intended to be back in 07, when a few years earlier Mary Kay Letournou got married and South Park had a kindergartener date their female teacher. there was a weird cultural period in the 00s i distinctly remember where real life instances of male children being prayed on by female caretakers was in the forefront and openly? ridiculed? when it’s not a joke. (And it goes hand in hand w the misogyny of the 00s, the thrashing gasps of gender roles pushing back w mocking of ‘metrosexuals’ and etc etc. you know. if someone hasn’t written a thesis on this yet for their modern American pop culture history class or whatever someone needs to. ) if you want to count R* line as satire, it’s hamfisted at best, poor taste at worst. but I’ll take it seriously; i’ll eat the onion, so to speak. for intensely personal reasons, but also because I do think it explains a lot about Derby in both canon and my interpretation of him, and im confident enough that I can do it justice :)

- an amaryllis kind of looks like a daffodil (bulb flower), and means pride in flower language

- gords interest in bif this chapter (and not that they’re not friends, but Bif is only an ok conversationalist and not a gossip, so he’s not always Gord’s first choice to hang) was spurned on by Bif’s outburst in the last. The anger and all. Except, Gord doesn’t realize the defensiveness comes from the shared being poor thing w Bryce but the other secret bif keeps close to his chest :’)

-derby as meat Carrie…..

-for being a fighting game I can’t believe it took this long for a fighting scene. And I really wanted one scuffle as opposed to boxing, which is similar but has its own set of rules and terms

-the next (sigh) two chapters are mostly gut wrenching and pulse ratcheting but I want to end this on a high note w my favorite thing ever:

getting to write the word “fart knocker” in a story that will also hopefully make you tear up at least once

#left hand man #totally forgot to post these earlier w the chapter itself but

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wtfgaylittlezooid · 4 years ago

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I’ve lost to temptation so here it is

My interpretation of magolor lets fucking go

So first section: How this bitch works

So Magolor is from Halcandria, a planet who’s core is essentially magic. There’s so much magic on this single planet that it leaked into the life and even some objects that could contain it. Magolor is no exception. Magic energy is essentially stored in a second heart (tho it’s more of a container than a heart), and runs through the body very similar to blood. It’s created and flows through his body, and allows for things like his eye glow, floating, and obviously powers. When he’s asleep, it regenerates. If there’s already enough magic energy while he’s asleep, it disposes of the old magic mostly by floating in sleep or by more severe means like insomnia aka magical overdose (which I’ve gone over before).

Next, is the glowing eyes!! Why he have that, I’ll tell ya. It makes it easier to detect other halcandrians as well as make it easier to detect light such as fire. Which is very useful when you need to look through ashy clouds and make sure a giant rock isn’t about to slam into you from above. It’s also a way to show the health of a halcandrian. Though the eyes glow yellow, they have a brown color very similar to their fur. If they’re sick or very unhealthy, they lose their glow and it slowly reverts to the brown color.

As a side effect of the master crown though, Magolor’s magic energy got boosted by the crown so he didn’t just die instantly by overwhelming power. It sounds like a good thing on paper, having so much energy to the point where he can fight non stop without getting tired magically, but magic overdose due to him not being able to deplete enough of it fast enough is a bitch. He gets sick a lot easier, bad insomnia, as well as occasionally using magic without realizing. So this clears out how he works and shit!! Now onto...

Before RTDL

So before RTDL Magolor had little social skills or experience with interacting with other people that wasnt lying to them to get them to do stuff. It was just how Halcandria worked. People kept to themselves and if you needed help you’d have to twist the truth in order to convince them. Relationships of any kind are very rare in Halcandria as well.

So when he met Marx, it was weird. He originally planned to let him stay until he got better and told him about why he was found in a Nova’s wreckage, so he could hopefully get Marx to lead him to something else he could use to defeat Landia. It didn’t go as planned. Marx was an unpredictable dude who immeadiatly fell for Magolor (but mags didn’t notice cause he’s never experienced someone else crushing or a crush) and due to that Marx spent a lot of time with Magolor during recovery and grew on him. He also ended up showing Magolor what friendship was, and honestly: magolor liked it. He liked having someone around. It was a nice change, and it was nice to have someone around to help (and rarely give him affection). So, Magolor wanted Marx to rule the universe with him once he killed Landia. He didn’t want Marx to leave. Though things started going downhill when an accident happened one time while exploring and Magolor was distracted, leaving to Marx having to use Nova’s power to make sure Magolor was safe.

And Magolor was fascinated, and god he was excited. He pried Marx for questions about his wings, constantly stared at them when they were out, and started talking about if he and Marx used their combined powers they could finally kill Landia and get what they want. But Marx didn’t want to. His want for power by then left, and he knew the consequences. He was happy just hanging out with Mags, and didn’t want to risk his life fighting a dragon with a crown of infinite power. But Magolor, despite liking the change of company, was used to being a loner and believed he could do it again since he’s halcandrian. He said Marx could leave if he didn’t want to, and that was when Marx started to see just how desperate Magolor was for the Master Crown. It was all too similar to his own desperation with Nova, and all words were useless and failed to change Magolor’s mind. So Marx left, and Magolor continued. He felt a little bad (and lonely) but pushed it down and decided no turning back and opted to modifying the Starcutter more like a weapon and attacking Landia that way, but failing.

Though he had a backup plan, thanks to Marx. Which brings me to..

The Betrayal

So this is RTDL time, before the betrayal. His back up plan was going to the pink hero Marx ranted about and using them to get the crown. After all, if they could defeat someone with the gift of Nova’s power, they could defeat a wyvern with a crown. They landed, and Magolor met everyone, but he couldn’t stop thinking about a certain someone. Chilly, who volunteered to stay with him while the others collected the spheres and parts (tho it was because he was suspicious). Mags didn’t know this, and assumed he was being nice. So the second person who (he thought) was being friendly with him enough to stay with him, and fill that hole Marx accdientally left by leaving him. He couldn’t not get attatched. He became REALLY REALLY clingy, and did as much as he could to keep himself focused as well as make sure they were friends. It backfired, making Chilly agitated most of the time, but it also semi worked later on. Most of his time between the betrayal and his crash landing was spent monitoring everyone’s progress, and trying to get Chilly to like him so he could do what he had to do during the betrayal.

Now during the betrayal! The closer he got to achieving the crown again, the more desperate and ooc he got. By the time he was at Halcandria, there’d be no way to talk him out of it, since he was THIS close. But there was still one thing wrong that he assumed the crown would fix: he couldn’t go back to being alone. He assumed he would adjust, since that’s how it’s been for his whole life. But now, that he’s actually had two people really close to him (and one leave) that showed him affection and didn’t only use him like in Halcandria, he didn’t want to go back to being alone. He couldn’t. But he came too far to turn back, and continued anyway (not like he ever changed his mind, but he did have moments of doubt). He told Chilly to stay in the Starcutter, wanting to keep him safe, which obviously didn’t go well for him when Chilly responded with freezing the ship from the inside to stop Magolor from using it in its attacks.

And of course, when Magolor sees this, he has a moment of “oh shit I can’t let him do this. I can’t lose someone else.” And tries to convince Chilly to join him. He talks about the two of them ruling and even giving Chilly Popstar to rule. He means it. He wants someone with him, somebody that he genuinely loves and treats him like a friend. He assumed that if he didn’t force Chilly into working with him like Marx, he would join in the end. And like any person with common sense, Chilly denies, loyal to Kirby and Popstar. THIS was the moment Magolor became truly desperate, he tries to convince Chilly to join him but he can barely get any words other than “but you were only friend” out while crying (in the middle of battle lol). Kirby and everyone take this chance to attack, while Magolor is just kind of broken. He fucked up again.

And he’ll be alone.

He has one thing left now, and that’s the power to rule the universe.

And he’s desperate to have this one thing go right for him, and he uses the remaining power of the Master Crown... which brings me to the next topic!

The Master Crown

Full section for the master crown let’s go. It gets its dark power from a leader/creator of dark matter (think 0), and is sentient. It only knows to shroud the world in darkness, and will do whatever it takes to get it. It’s powers are held at bay by Landia, who is Halcandria’s guardian and can resist its powers due to being a magic guardian. Magolor however, isn’t a magic guardian, and can’t resist. To him, it’s a shiny piece of jewelry that’ll make him strong so things can finally go his way.

The way it works is by drawing people in, like a venus fly trap. It just amplify people’s interest in it, as well as bring out the more negative traits about them that makes them easier to control. The most common traits is desperation, impulsiveness, frustration, and determination. And once the crown is on their head, it locks on and is irremovable and works like a parasite, basically completely erasing whoever put it on and molding them to the perfect puppet. Magolor essentially just sped up the process completely by using the last of its power in a desperate attempt to get what he wanted.

After the Betrayal

Magolor, after the betrayal, is left just floating around Another Dimension. He’s exhausted, in a lot of pain, and completely magically drained. He couldn’t even float if he tried, and that uses the bare minimum of magic. He’s stuck here for a long time, and at first, he’s extremely frustrated and upset. He spends a lot of time replaying the events in his head (not magolor soul, he has no memories of that aside from snippets that come into his dreams that are partially due to the master crown’s lasting effect) and just getting more and more angry at everything. He was so close to having control over EVERYTHING, and he lost it over himself the second he used the rest of the power. He was infuriated that he manged to let that stupid puffball beat him, along with their friends.

He cries, screams, shouts, but it doesn’t matter. Rage can only last so long, and it’s not much before he’s just exhausted and tired. He’s given up on escaping, knowing he can’t. He cant form a dimensional portal strong enough to pull him out of a dimension. He only has the skill to use it for teleportation. After a few days, he’s accepted what happened, that this is his fate. He hates being alone, floating in space with no silly jester to crack a joke or scratch his head, and no snowman who’s bell jingled with an adorable tune whenever he laughed and even gave him hugs. He ends up getting habits of scratching his head (despite the pain because of master crown injuries) and hugging himself as a way to fill that hole the two left when leaving. He misses them, and starts to regret going after the crown in the first place. He comes up with scenarios in his head to pass the time as he basically waits for himself to rot. He imagines apologizing and having his friends back. He imagines Marx somehow finding him similar to how Magolor found him. He imagines not being alone, and being happy. Not plagued by agonizing exhaustion and self fury. He even comes to miss Kirby and their friend one he actually realizes the kindness they showed him, since he was too focused before to realize.

He spends a few days in the hell dimension before he finds something. He ends up finding an energy sphere that floats past that was lost during the battle. He grabs and clings to it, now having only one thing from before. It doesn’t make the loneliness any better, but it does make things a little less bareable. But of course, energy spheres are a sphere doomer’s favorite snack, and it doesn’t take long before one comes along really wanting it.

Magolor at first, pushes it away desperate to keep this one thing he had before, and the sphere doomer keeps coming back desperately wanting its food. Eventually, Magolor and the sphere doomer form a slight bond since this was when Magolor started slowly regaining magic again and tries attacking it with his revolution orbs, but it’s just a treat for the sphere doomer. The sphere doomer keeps coming back for more treats and another attempt at a snack, and Magolor feels a little less lonely. Over time, he actually gains enough of its trust to pet it and even talks to it. He names her Lor II.

Lor II is the reason he gets out of Another Dimension and back to Halcandria, via opening a rift. Lor II basically gives Magolor a second chance to make things right, and he immeadiatly takes it. Of course, he has to steal the Starcutter to do it, but he makes his way to Popstar to apologize, because he REALLY regrets his major fuck up and at the very least, he can make things better (and maybe get a chance at being less lonely).

So that’s all I got lmao hope you enjoyed

#kirby series #my hc #magolor #marxochilly #hope this is coherent

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Feel free to take some off if I'm doing too many at once

1. Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Honestly, I almost did re-write an old Kirby fanfic of mine from scratch. It's not on my AO3 at all--I initially wrote it on Fanfiction-dot-net when I was in Middle School and High School--but I didn't really have a solid framework for how the plot for it would develop. I got some ideas a year or two ago and was working on plotting out a whole re-write for it (the basic premise being 'Meta Knight crashes in Dreamland instead of Kirby), but it never really got horribly far. (And yes. It was very strongly inspired by another fanfic called Warrior of the Stars. It was a very good read, until I stopped reading it. It was fantastic.)

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

I want to write absolute and pure softness. Fluff, cuddles, warmth, hot chocolate--but I'm just not good at it. It doesn't settle right with me, writing soft things. I'm a lot more comfortable with writing angst. And it honestly does make me kind of sad.

5. What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

I don't??? Know??? Tagging is very important for other people to know what stories that they'd want to avoid or what to expect. I can't think of anything that I wouldn't want to tag even if it did apply for that reason. If anything, I probably over-tag. And a reason why some of my stories might not have some tags is because I don't know if it's pertinent enough for the tags to apply, you know?

7. Your favourite ao3 tag.

I don't know, dude--I just Vibe in AO3 for the most part. I don't really filter by tags, unless I'm just looking for stories by characters or pairings.

I do think that the 'No beta--we die like [insert fandom-related joke here]' tag is funny, though!

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated

Answered!

21. Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

HAHAHA. No, sweet summer child. My first Cookie Run fanfic that I made was meant to be a drabble. A drabble! Yet now it stands at 4.77k words! My Hollow Knight fanfic Mellow in Softness? I meant for that dumb Wyrm to leave the fucking Abyss in chapter 2 or 3, but no, he just had to be a sad, mopey little shit. My old Kirby fanfic? Don't remember the specifics, but it was on average 17 Microsoft Word pages. Sometimes 27. I was a writing maniac when I was in Middle School.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

It's the longing. It's the pining. It's the dynamics between the two characters shifting just so in each alternate universe or story and watching as it develops in its own colorful, floral ways. It's reading them and watching their chemistry together unfold. It's the inevitable knowledge that--whatever may happen to these stupid, precious, lovable idiots--they'll at the very least experience those happenings together.

It's just nice.

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

A plot summary of yet another Team Fortress 2 fanfic that I wanted to work on but ended up never doing (Note: Mention of abuse and cyborgfication):

'Dell came from an abusive home with an abusive father who was obsessed with the idea of becoming and making his son a cyborg. When Dell gets word that his dad was released from prison on good behavior, he grows paranoid and frightened that he'll find his way to the base and finish the job that he started years and years ago. Title: The House of Violence'

It was meant to sort of explore PTSD and also the stress of being put suddenly in a dangerous situation that you didn't know what exactly to expect from. I guess that sort of goes without saying. I sort of mulled over the story for a bit but pretty much all of the details are pretty much forgotten.

#mm tasty tasty questions mm yes good good

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