#people are allowed to be pissed off that it steals from human artists.

[noonvoid]

ai art is art. i don’t like ai. but it’s still art. lots of things are art. the real issue is how ai is being used maliciously by people.

[sassypotatoe1]

This! I love tech, I love the potential of generative ai and language models, I love automation, I love innovation. What I hate is capitalism. Like what do you mean we can use 3d printers to recycle plastic packaging into toys and to make joint replacements from biomass, but instead we're making MORE PLASTIC for commercial 3d printing that will end up in the landfill anyway? We can 3d print houses but we're using it to build novelty million dollar mansions for rich people instead of building affordable housing for homeless people.

What do you mean ai models are trained on artists' work without their knowledge or consent and people are using it to cop out of paying actual artists to make the work but taking the amalgamation of stolen art and selling it as an original piece? We were supposed to use it to train ai models to complete damaged art of dead artists or recognize the difference between photos, paintings and generated images for intellectual property protection. Why are we stealing people's art instead?

Teslas piss me off the most we were supposed to switch to electric cars because the tech is more affordable and easier to maintain and overall has less emissions per car what do you mean only rich people can afford it and manufacturing shortcuts are being taken so steering wheels fall off or retractable handles get stuck? We were supposed to have self driving cars because it would remove human error from the equation decreasing accidents and allowing disabled people access to private personal transportation what do you mean none of it was safety tested and they keep getting into accidents and killing people?

We were supposed to have robots take over the production part of the industrial and agricultural sectors so it's more precise, efficient and less exploitative what do you mean they fired all the engineers, foremen and quality control officers because a machine can do it better and product design and food safety went down the drain because machines still need people to supervise them?

We were supposed to have affordable access to products from anywhere in the world so there are no shortages anywhere what do you mean 3 companies have a monopoly and they all use slave labor and refuse to ship to places that are the most needy?

The answer here is literally one word: profit. The reason that all the tech that could have saved humanity is going to end up meaning our end is because it's more profitable. People cut corners because it's more profitable. People make more waste because it's more profitable. People control access and monopolize markets because it's more profitable. Any corporation's entire business plan and investor support structure hinges on perpetual growth in profits. Board members are upset when a business' profit didn't grow with 10% from one quarter to the next, even if it didn't impact production costs and equity. You can not perpetually grow in a finite system. There are only so many resources. There is only so much time. There are only so many limits.

We need to be more sustainable and stop chasing profit. Profit growth isn't a marker of a good business, it's a marker of an unsustainable and exploitative business.

I’m not anti-technology, I just think there’s something deeply sick about a society where robots make art and children work in factories.

[thetwstwildcard]

https://twstbullshit.tumblr.com/post/691408290248359936/nukababe-professional-digital-artist

Hey Lizz, as an artist can you please please share this to spread awareness ?

Oh um... Wow... That's.. Disappointing??? I have no idea who they are(the tracer, apparently they're in twst but I don't see their stuff-) but I feel for the "base" artist... I'll tag this as discourse in case people want to ignore it but I'd be dishearted and hope you will never have to worry about stolen art. I'm gonna rant (as I often do) in an artist's view but I'll put it under the cut.

But important. Don't attack the tracer!!! Be decent human beings!!! But do tell them to not trace bases that need to be paid for. Using bases is fine but PLEASE only use free to use bases and/or credit the artist. Just follow artists wishes.

Also I generally hate "drama/discourse" but art theft is a serious issue in the art community so I have choice words. Especially with them apparently being big????? But this is more to all art thieves. Yes stealing a base is art theft (if against the artist's rules)

Let me make it clear that it is fine to use bases, hell I have used bases. However, it is only okay to use F2U bases. Please do not steal P2U bases. I know a lot of artists on here, I think we all would be devastated to see someone trace over our art and call it their own. Tracing art is a valid step of the art journey BUT say that you traced or used a base. Follow an artist's rules and respect their craft. If you use a base say that, or link it. There is no shame in it. But there is shame in stealing art and claiming it's yours. Those line up too well to simply be referencing. That's traced.

It's disheartening to see that apparently this has gone on for a while (art style changes) but no one has realized or if they have they kept silent. If I was the original artist I would feel betrayed. I have had ocs stolen before and I have friends who have gotten their art traced. It sucks!!!

Also apparently this person also copied raffle prizes, I get raffle prizes can be hard sometimes but for the sake of supporters please only use art you've made (or F2U bases if the artist allows) as your supporter can get in trouble for using traced art and you never want to harm people who support you. If you do, YOU AREN'T SOMEONE WORTH SUPPORTING. CARE ABOUT YOUR FOLLOWERS BEFORE YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR CLOUT!!! (sorry... It annoys me when people will put others in possible danger for self satisfaction).

Besides the tracing, the art has potential??? The person seems to have skill but stealing from others isn't okay!

Ugh, I'm so often disappointed in this fandom but this is something that genuinely pisses me off. Artists work hard and fans treat artists like shit. I reached out to the actual artist and they're looking into if they can see if the person paid for the bases to use (and if they paid then its fine. But if not, that is theft!!)

I won't say don't follow this person because that's rude and controlling. However, support them in changing. Don't support an art thief. They look like they have potential, but stealing art will stunt their artistic growth.

Bases are important to use, references are important to use, you can even use actual people as references for drawings. All that is part of making art. But say that you used a reference (if it's done by another person) or that you used a base (especially if that's all the original artist asked for)

And for heaven's sake, DON'T STEAL BASES OR ART!!! ARTISTS NEED TO SURVIVE!!

I feel even worse because the artist seems very nice and they are also from the Ukraine... They need the money and support. They don't deserve to have their hard work stolen only to have someone else get the attention.

Be a person worthy of a following. Set an example. Be a decent human being.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ @sasuhinabigflash2020​​ || Day Twenty-Three: They’re Better Than That ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, vulgarity ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

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Well...Sasuke can say this is certainly a first. And hopefully a last, as far as his career is concerned. Because as a hunter of monsters...working with one is the last thing he should be doing.

Though if he thinks about it...this isn’t the first partnership between himself and this soft-spoken harpy. When he’d targeted her as a potential trophy to prove himself as a Hunter, he’d instead ended up saving her life, teaming up with her against a far more dangerous threat: a vampire.

That, of course, wasn’t exactly planned on either of their parts. Sasuke never intended to spare a monster, and Hinata the harpy never expected to be allowed to live by a Hunter. But the most irritating thing - from Sasuke’s stance, at least - was Hinata’s insistence in her debt to him.

As it turns out...her kind take debt very, very seriously. ‘To the grave’ sort of serious. And now, she owed him her life.

Or so she claimed.

And Sasuke was not happy about that. It was bad enough he let her go, worse still that he lied to his family and clan of Hunters about it. He’d planned on simply avoiding her from then on, but Fate had another idea: to put her in the range of his first official case, looking into an illegal gambling ring run by a kitsune...or werefox, as they’re more technically called.

As it so happens, Hinata seems to know the man in question: one named Naruto, according to her. He’s already had a run-in with monster law, or Nightwalkers as they all call themselves. You’d think that would be enough to send him running him with his tail tucked between his legs. But just in case...Sasuke decides to pay him a visit. See if he can end this without violence.

Oh, if his father could see him now...he’s likely exile him.

But Hinata has pleaded on this Naruto’s behalf. Sure, he’s been swindling humans and risking an exposure of the worlds to one another, but apparently he’s really not a bad guy.

Sasuke will believe that when he sees it. But he promised Hinata he’d do what he could to avoid bloodshed.

Why? He’s not even sure anymore. Maybe he’s too soft to be a Hunter as his father feared. But...too late now.

“How much further?”

“His scent is getting pretty strong,” Hinata assures him softly. “Likely within a block.”

“You can really smell him?”

She glances to him curiously. “Yes…?”

“...sorry. Guess it’s just...weird to realize. I mean I know you can. Just...weird to see it in practice.”

Staring at him for a moment, Hinata dares to ask, “Because you kill us before you can do so?”

In spite of himself, he flinches with a grimace. “...yeah.”

“...I understand. I’ve never seen one of you up close before. It’s...still a little unsettling, if...if I can be honest.”

“It’s a lot less insulting than us talking about me killing you,” Sasuke rebukes, expression still torn.

She doesn’t have a reply for that, and in fact motions for him to pause as she takes a lungful of air at a crossroads of alleyways. “...I think -”

“Whoa!”

Hinata shrinks back with an eep and a flurry of feathers, Sasuke squawking gracelessly as she hides behind him.

In front of them, leaning back and looking ready to bolt, is a man fitting Sasuke’s given description of the werefox: blond, blue-eyed, tanned...this has to be their guy.

“N...Naruto-kun!” Hinata then offers, her bird-like traits vanishing as she realizes who very nearly bumped into her.

“...oh! Uh...Hinata, right? Man, you almost gave me a heart attack!”

“S-sorry! I...I didn’t realize you were that close.”

The blond blinks. “You lookin’ for me?”

“Yes! Well...sort of…?” She gives Sasuke a wary, indicative glance. “I...I have someone here who needs to - to talk to you.”

“Uh...okay. Lookin’ to make some cash there, my dude? I’ve got a couple of really good -!”

“I’m not looking to gamble, let alone illegally,” Sasuke cuts in, already a bit annoyed by the man’s ‘too-cool’ attitude and slick way of speaking. The word ‘illegal’ makes Naruto shift his gears to a defensive posture. “I’ve been sent out by a local clan of Hunters to investigate your dealings and make sure they stop. Permanently.”

Panic laces Naruto’s face as he realizes just who and what Sasuke is. “W-whoa, wait - what? You’re a -? Aw shit, I already got lectured by that old wolf the other day, I don’t need this now, too!”

“Naruto-kun,” Hinata cuts in gently. “We...that is to say, I’m just w-worried about you. If both the Enforcers and the Hunters know about what you’ve been doing...you’re putting yourself in real danger by -!”

“No one’s seen me!” Naruto then cuts in, looking jittery. Sasuke subtly adjusts his posture, ready to give chase if he bolts. “I swear! Yeah I swindled a few Daywalkers but they’re dumb as a box of rocks! No one knows what I am, guarantee it!”

“Anyone come back angry after you swindled them?” Sasuke growls.

“No! Uh, well...okay, a few. But I can talk my way outta anything! Honest! They have no idea!”

“Your luck can’t last forever,” the Uchiha counters. “One of these days, you’re going to slip up and get caught. And if a human realizes what you are and their illusion is shattered, that’s going to make a really big mess. For me, and for your Enforcer friends. Surely you don’t want to piss us both off, right?”

Unbidden as his stress rises, a pair of golden, ink-tipped ears spring out of the man’s hair, pinned in worry. “Look, I-I don’t want any trouble, ‘ttebayo! I was just tryin’ to make a living! You know how hard it is to get a job around here?”

“I have some idea.”

“I got thrown out of the last three I had. They accused me of stealing! It wasn’t stealing, I just…” He gestures vaguely. “...it’s in my nature!”

“Wily foxes. Believe me, I know,” Sasuke mutters, arms crossing. “No-good thieves, swindlers, and con artists.”

“Hey!” Stepping between the two, Hinata puffs up, and despite them not being visible, Sasuke can still picture her feathers ruffling. “Naruto-kun isn’t a bad person - he’s better than that! Stereotypes like that hurt us a l-lot more than you know.”

“Yeah. Like birds being easily spooked and flighty?” Sasuke counters, seeing her wince. “He’s literally running an illegal gambling ring and ripping people off. He’s doing exactly what I said he’d do. And if he keeps doing it, he’s gonna lose a lot more than a job.”

“Please...there has to be s-something we can do…?”

“You, uh…” Naruto takes half a step back, hands lifted. “You’re not gonna kill me, are ya?”

“That depends entirely on what you do, fox,” Sasuke rebukes. “Because right now, I have orders to do just that to ensure you don’t stir up more trouble than you can handle and cause a major incident between humans and monsters.”

The blond pales, eyes widening.

After a pause, Sasuke sighs. “...but I’d rather not kill you. And the only way I can let that happen is if you swear that your swindling days are over. That you’re not gonna keep pulling these stunts and risk you, and a lot of other people, getting hurt because of the panic at a monster being seen. Quit the game altogether, go clean...and I can let you go.” He then steps forward, grabbing the front of the blond’s jacket and ignoring his yip of surprise. “But if I hear about any more werefoxes around here getting their paws dirty...I won’t be so merciful next time. Got it?”

Blanching, Naruto just gives several rapid nods, stumbling back as Sasuke releases his hold. “You...y-you got it, man. I-I’ll go clean! Never touch any cards or dice again, I s-swear it!”

“I’ll be holding you to that. Now get out of here and find something else to do than lurking around alleyways, huh?”

Not needing to be told twice, Naruto spins on a heel and - in a blink - shifts into a huge, two-tailed fox that bolts down the road and out of sight.

Sighing, Sasuke pinches the bridge of his nose. “...I’m gonna be in so much shit if anyone finds out about this…”

“You did the right thing,” Hinata murmurs, hands folded at her front. “I think you s-scared him straight. I’ll check in on him later and...make sure.”

He gives her an unreadable glance. “...thanks.”

Considering him, Hinata then hesitantly admits, “You’re...nothing like I thought you would be.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re...not just a killer. You think, and...you reason. I’ve always heard that Hunters are ruthless...heartless.”

Thinking of his family and their records, Sasuke barely withholds a grimace. “...I might just be an exception to the rule.”

“Well...I’m glad you are. We’re really not bad people, you know. We’re just...t-trying to survive, like everyone else. Sure, some of us stir up trouble...a-and hurt people. But then again...so do Daywalkers. Humans, I mean,” she adds after a pause. “I think maybe...you see that.”

“All I see is me failing to do my job twice now,” he sighs.

“Well...that failure meant two people are still alive,” Hinata replies softly. “...doesn’t that mean something?”

Contradictions running through his mind and giving him a headache, Sasuke waves her off. “...I dunno. But you better get home, and...I better get out of here. And you,” he adds, pointing at her, “are no longer indebted to me. You repaid me with your help tonight, so let it go.”

“But you helped my friend! If anything, I -!”

“Look, I told you: being in debt to me is dangerous for you! If anyone I know were to see me talking to you and not cutting off your head, we’d both be good as dead. You need to stay the hell away from me from now on.”

Not expecting his sharp tone, she retreats a step, eyes wide and tinged with fright. “...b-but...it was you who came looking for me -?”

“This time. And the last time. I thought this would get that debt idea out of your head, but it seems I was wrong.” Stepping up, he rests his finger against her collarbone, trying to look intimidating. “...for your own sake...never see me again.”

Unreadable flickers of emotions dart across her face. “...a-as you wish.”

Hoping he’s made his point, Sasuke stares at her a moment longer before backing away and heading back toward the main road. Why he bothered trying to warn her, he doesn’t understand. She’s a monster. His mortal enemy. What should he care if her actions get herself killed? It would just be one less of them to worry about!

...and yet...it’s getting awfully hard to draw a line between himself, and any other human he knows...and her. Sure, she can burst into feathers, but...her mannerisms, her behavior, her emotions...they’re all exactly like anyone else.

...they’re human.

Buried in his thoughts as he walks, Sasuke stands beside his bike for a long moment, not wanting to drive with his head in the clouds. Everything he’s been taught about monsters - about Nightwalkers - seems to be less and less meaningful the more he interacts with them. Decades, centuries of tradition...are they...wrong…?

Scowling to himself, Sasuke forces the dilemma aside - he needs to report back. He doesn’t have Naruto’s head to present them...and admitting he let the guy go isn’t an option. He can claim the fox escaped...but that won’t stop the hunt for him. Naruto will have to lay low for a good long while for his kin to give up the chase.

But hopefully he realizes that much.

Hoping astride his bike and kicking up the stand, Sasuke veers from the curb and turns around back toward home. He’s too tired and too frustrated to be thinking about all of this. It’s far too large a topic...and he doesn’t have all the answers. Nor can he ask anyone - questioning their oath to rid the world of monsters will surely just get him in trouble. He doesn’t even dare ask Itachi.

...so for now, he’ll just...try not to think about it.

     Woo, another piece done today! No idea if there’ll be a third, but we’ll see lol      Anywho, more of the new-plot monster verse! This one is growing on me, I’ll admit it. I wasn’t sure it would since I had another multi-part story in this verse with an alternate plot - I thought it’d bore me. But I’m pleasantly surprised lol - and hopefully you guys are enjoying it!      I always feel like I can’t write Naruto well. So hopefully I did a passable job with him, eh heh~      Otherwise, I...guess there’s not much to say? I’ve gotta run and get some irl things done, but we’ll see about another part today. We’re still five days behind, but...better than nothing xD Hope y’all enjoyed and I’ll see you in the next one!

[hobiwonder]

A vase of flowers | (m)

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers.

Pairing: Wealthy art student!taehyung x art student!reader

Warnings: slight angst. language. foreplay, descriptions of unprotected sex, dirty talk. it’s pretty tame otherwise.

Words: 10k

Summary: Art prodigy Taehyung comes to your art store out of desperation   when he doesn’t have enough paint to finish his latest piece. That wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t hate his elitist ass. 

a/n: this was just to get back in to writing. Its not edited and probably doesn't flow the best. But it did get me writing so here u go!! feedback is much appreciated :)

(he’s a work of art himself!!1!!!1!)

The hustle and bustle of students – females in particular – in the hall outside the lecture theatre was more infuriating than you had anticipated. What else did you expect though? The one day you don’t come late to the lecture is the day Kim Taehyung had decided to show up to class so the hallways outside the room being cramped like a chicken farm was inevitable. Even Minnie sitting beside you was craning her neck forward to catch a glimpse of the artistic prodigy – never mind his out of the ordinary good looks – before the class started. He was very much a superstar at your university but you will never understand why people were so obsessed with people who were not actually that great if you just looked past the good looks and the talent. Talent didn’t automatically make someone a good person and everyone’s obsession with the teal haired artist really pissed you off.

“Ugh, when will these bimbos shut up. He’s not a god!” Your words are muffled against your sweater clad forearm as you try and rest your head before class started. Having the closing shift the night before was one of the few things you despised when you had a class this early in the next morning. But you still showed up to every one of them. Unlike someone else.

“Well it doesn’t help that he looks like one.” Minnie is just shrugging while she continues to lean over her chair to watch the girls twirl their hair, throw back their heads in laughter whenever Kim Taehyung says something ‘funny’, nudging his shoulder with their own to show their frankness when really – none of these girls probably knew him past his bedroom since he rarely showed up to class. But news of him being a womanizer was common although slightly more hushed than that of the football team captain and co-caption Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi. Those boys were a headache for another day.

Kim Taehyung wasn’t anything special. In fact – he rarely showed up to class, was given special privileges you were sure of it because he was always in the top three students despite showing his face once in a blue moon, had every professor whipped for his pert ass because of how well connected he was in the industry as well as his family being one of the founding fathers of your current university.

Sure, someone like that is bound to be more popular than your regular high achiever or talented artist but the fact that he had everyone absolutely nuts about him was infuriating. On top of th-

“Are you done with your inner monologue? You’re blocking my way.” The unmistakably deep voice belongs to none other than the boy who you wanted to punch so very much. But that wouldn’t be wise given that most of the class was watching. His annoyingly attractive smirk was always there. Like it was just how his mouth was shaped but you knew that he always made the look a bit more condescending when speaking to you. Not that he would let anyone else know though. Bastard knew how to keep his persona up and you just wanted to smack him even more!

“Oh sorry. Forgot your name was on that seat since you barely come to class. I’ll remember for the next time when you make your monthly appearance.” Minnie is nudging you with her elbow no doubt to shut you up and it’s not the first time this exact scenario had taken place. But you wanted to keep yourself in check since no doubt the rest of your comrades would give Minnie a hard time since they didn’t have the balls to annoy you because of your obvious dislike of Kim Taehyung.

“Missed me, did you?” Your little victory smile is slipping off your face when his smirk deepens and you have to physically grab your desk and grit your teeth from snapping at him again while you move your feet out of the way so his smug ass can get to his stupid seat. Thankfully his seat was towards the end of the row so you didn’t have to catch glimpses of his pretentious face.

“You wish trust fund baby.” Alas, he isn’t affected. Not even a bit as he winks your way while walking to ‘his’ seat.

“Leave the pet names for people who actually get to be with me.” That’s it. Youj will break his stupid obnoxious snobby face!

“Calm down y/n. Everyone is watching.” She holding on to your arm while your eyeballs glare at Taehyung’s direction without even blinking.

“All the more satisfying when I kiss him with my fist! Minnie let me go you knob.” While you’re trying to wrestle your arm free; your professor has walked in looking pleasantly surprised with the semi-full lecture theatre. His gaze almost instantly goes directly to Taehyung because even he knows that most of these new faces that show up once in a while as well are because of Taehyung. They nod at each other before he starts the class and your mouth is agape that no one even questions the favouritism in this class. A bunch of ass kissers!

“Are you seeing this? His daddy probably plays golf with the prof. Jung Soo!”

“So what, y/n? You’re forgetting the rest of them also have parents who play golf with Taehyung’s dad. Most of these rats are rich as fuck. Not everyone comes from humbler beginnings.” Minnie is smiling hopefully as she watches you pout but her response only makes you snort.

“Are you forgetting you’re one of these ‘rats’?”

“Don’t remind me.” She falls back in her seat while hiding her face at the mention of her filthy rich parents being business partners with Kim Taehyung’s. When you’d first found out how well off your best friend was it only made you more enraged. If she could be a decent human being and not get any special treatment – despite being extremely talented as well – then why stupid Kim Taehyung? Minnie had a banging body and a face to match not that it should matter but you were so sick of the double standards. Your best friend also deserved special treatment dammit!

“Why? You shouldn’t be ashamed of being rich, hot AND a decent human being. I would so be one of those girls drooling after that canvas demon if I was gay.”

“Bitch I’m almost convinced you aregay but the way you’re ready to drop your panties for Min Yoongi tells me otherwise.” You only try to muffle your laughter while smacking Minnie’s knee, mumbling a ‘shut up’ before you both opt to pay attention to what your professor is going on about. Not before you catch Taehyung watching you like he was about to grade your upcoming assessment. You just send him another glare and try to ignore his overtly attractive physical presence. How could someone just sittingseem attractive, you will never get it. God really favoured some people more than others huh?

“Thanks for coming. Have a nice day!” The chime of the register as it slid closed was a sound you were starting to hate. The smile on your face was tired and probably was becoming very obviously fake. But that was just a typical day at the arts and crafts store – the only one in the near vicinity of the university hence the more than average traffic even close to 7pm at night on a weekday. Since the store was employed with almost entirely all students, it was able to stay open longer than the regular hours to allow the students with day classes to work during the night shifts. You were an exception though. Being on the lower end of the income spectrum among your peers, you needed as much work as you could get. Doing a bachelors in fine arts helped too as you used the tools that the store sold, on a regular basis. It definitely came in handy when assisting first years and some mature aged students who needed extra help in finding the right type of brushes or paints needed for their canvases.

“You good? You can take off for the rest of the night you know?” You know that Sungwoon is trying to sound helpful but you knew his real intentions. Scoffing in his direction you just grab your blue water bottle to take a good swig and wake you up.

“So you can steal my shift and work instead? Not today satan.”

“You’re literally so dramatic.” He says while heaving the biggest breath out like he was any better. “Maybe I genuinely just want you to rest and not have your face turn in to one of those creepy smiling masks from that one movie.” He’s clicking his fingers s if that’ll help him recall the name of the film any faster. Lucky for him, you knew what he was talking about.

“The Purge?”

“That’s it! See, you knew exactly what I was referring to. You need sleep.” Sungwoon is nodding while looking at you like you stank or something. Ugh screw boys.

“If I did, you’re the first person I’ll get rid off.” You deadpan and you can almost pinpoint when he starts to realise you may not be joking. But you were of course. He was a little shit but all in good fun.

“Well,” he’s picking up his bag and making sure to clock out from the app the store used to make sure everyone was getting to work on time, “I’ll be going then. Have fun scaring off rest of the customers and drowning the revenue for today.”

His squealing laughter is the last thing you hear before he’s scuttling out when you try and smack him across his bicep. Sungwoon was probably one of the few boys you could stand and were actually close enough with for them to joke around like that with you because apart from Minnie, there weren’t many people who really liked talking to you. That much was clear when you’d moved near the campus from your town when you’d been accepted to the rather elite Art University.

Coming from a small town – you’d think you were more friendly but that wasn’t the case with you. You’d grown up with a strict father that made sure to discipline you if you ever messed up your tasks at his workshop. Ever since you could remember how to read and write, you had been helping him out with the business as he could not. His own father – your grandfather – had been even more strict on him according to your mother so there was no changing him. You had never really minded in doing the book-keeping for him or making sure the small town client paid on time after having their cars tended to. That’s until you had started your Junior year in high school and had the choice of choosing between subjects now that you were to apply for universities after. Or that’s what the plan was for most children. You had taken Art as a spare since it was the easiest class at the time and you really didn’t need any complicated subjects to study for because you were having to work at the workshop with your dad even more as you were getting older.

Being an only child also meant that all the expectations your parents had fell upon you to see them through. It also meant that the only time you interacted with your fellow classmates was during class. Not even after because as soon as school would finish – you’d have to rush to the workshop to help your dad sign out cars from the shop to the owners on time. He specifically made appointments towards the end of your school day just so you could be there and help him make sure the checks he was given by the more wealthier customers – only a few – were not for an amount less than he’d quoted them with. Believe it or not, it had happened and every time it did you had to stop yourself from smacking the bastards who had tried to take advantage of your father just because he couldn’t read. Ant to make the matter even more ridiculous, most of the people who tried to scam your father had been those who could actually afford his services. Not Joe who had a farm and sold eggs locally as his main source of living, not Jihoon’s father who was a delivery man and needed his vehicle to keep working and provide for him family and certainly not the old lady who had her truck serviced by your father so she could get to her appointments to the doctor, on time despite her only income being what her son sent from the city where he worked as a chef and had his own family to feed.

The world was filled with unkind people and most of them were those who could afford most things but still tried to take the less fortunate’s share too. Your father was a calm man but all his frustrations were usually taken out on you whenever you would rightfully insult those who tried to seek discounts despite knowing that your father wouldn’t be able to afford the tools he needed to do a fair job on the vehicles if he didn’t get paid the amount he had set on the pricelist which was dismal compared the mechanics you have seen in the city.

But of course, he wouldn’t say much to those low-lives because at least he was getting business. And that was better than nothing. When you’d finally let him know at the end of your senior year that you’d applied to an arts university rather than the business school he had hoped you would go to – things had not gone well, to say the least. Of course all his anger would be directed at you that day from the shop as well as finding out that his only child was not interested in business at all. You had done it as much as you could for the sake of helping out and honestly? Just not knowing what was out there for you to study and do with your life. But If there was anything that working with your father had taught you was that if you didn’t take a chance sooner than later – you’d end up having to rely on someone else for the rest of your life. Just like your father relied on you for so long because he just never got around to even finish school because of doing exactly what you had been – helping out your granddad.

The day you had left for university had been hard and was the second time you had cried. Your father hadn’t even looked at you but your mother had clutched on to you until you had to physically pull her away when your taxi had arrived. Even after making sure there was someone to help out your father at the shop, there was still apprehension present in your gut. It had all felt wrong somehow even as you had been unpacking your stuff in your flat the next night. Thankfully, all the hesitancy, all the fights and the sleepless nights had been worth it when you’d gone in to your first class the next day. You’d been excited to meet new people, make friends, make memories you didn’t even knew you had the option to make. But what do you know, getting accepted in to an elite university meant there were more of the same people you had fought off and defended your father from.

Meeting Minnie was almost a miracle. She had been the only one to come up to you being desperate to find a buddy to get lost around the campus with and not like the rest who had taken one look at your jeans and plaid shirt and moved on to find others with the same clothing or designer bags. People were so materialistic in the city it was almost unbelievable. In your town you had been able to find others who were more so on your social and economic status and feel comfortable. But in the city you were outnumbered. Maybe that’s why people like Kim Taehyung got on your nerves even more than usual. You’d noticed his elitist behaviour when invitations had been sent to attend the commencing party at his house in the first week you’d been attending the university and instantly you knew you would never be able to stand him or people like him. Only a certain number and certain looking people – girls to be exact – had been invited to the famous Kim estate. You’d only found out when Minnie had asked what you were going to wear to the party. The look on your face had probably given away your lie that you weren’t actually invited when you’d made up some excuse of not wanting to go. Minnie being the good sport and the only decent person you had known, had made some excuse about not ‘feeling it’ and stayed in that night and watched all of Harry Potter series with you. With you watching them for the first time.

“Bugger.” Your thoughts are interrupted when you almost trip over the bucket of sale items Sungwoon forgot to move. Taking a deep breath, you pick up the relatively heavy bucket that contained tubes of oil paint in colours such as black, white and red that were bought the most and move it to the stock room so it can be displayed again the next morning. Your shift was going to end in another 2 hours so now most of the work included moving display stock to the back room and print out labels for the discounts that were going up tomorrow morning. This is probably why you didn’t completely hate night shifts because other than a few customers – it mostly involved you working silently and most times even able to use headphones without having to worry about missing anyone at the till waiting for you.

“Hello? You guys still open?” You’d just finished putting away the tubes and the paint brushes when the front door had opened – as signalled by the bell atop it – meaning there was a customer.

“Coming!” Quickly getting down from the ladder where you’d been putting the paint in their designated boxes, you rush outside. “Hi, how can I- Oh. It’s just you.”

Taehyung is scoffing towards you when you roll your eyes seeing as it’s not a real customer. It was true. The last few time she’d come in – he’d browsed for all of 5 minutes before making a weird face and leaving. Probably going to buy his pretentious paints from his pretentious shop. It was as if he only came to the store to make fun of all the products most students living on campus – or not filthy rich like him – used.

“Isn’t that against some customer service code? To have this sort of attitude?” His bright hair has somehow made the place look a little less mundane, you hate to admit it. His very clear skin and the various rings he wore didn’t help either in making you feel less than. You hated how much he actually affected your mood.

“For actual customers? Probably yeah.” This time, it’s him who’s rolling his eyes while his hands comes up to have a feel of a synthetic brush that was hanging in front of him.

“What makes you think I’m not a customer?”

“You really want me to answer that?”

“I actually am here to buy something this time.” His response only makes you smirk as you hum.

“So you do admit that you only come here to flaunt your wealth. That’s a good sign Taehyung.” But for some reason, the teasing that would usually make you feel better doesn’t feel as satisfying when Taehyung is just looking around like he’s in a pickle rather than through an insult back at you.

“Look, I need some paint and maybe a few natural hair brushes. I would go to-”

“Your overpriced and pretentious art store?”

“-my regular spot but I need to finish this painting tonight.” He completely ignores you when you cut in with a smirk and almost sounds like he is pleading. Wait. He was. The new found info perks you up more than you’d anticipated and it’s almost exciting knowing Kim Taehyung’s fate lies in yhour hands. Okay, maybe an exaggeration but still exviting. So you do what anyhone else in your position would – milk out the entire debacle.

“Well, well, well.” Leaning on your elbows on the counter, you can’t help but feel sort of like an evil villain finally with the perfect opportunity to strike. Except, you weren’t the villain really. You were the good guy!

“For fuck’s sake.” Taehyung mumbles lowly under his breath but you could hear him loud and clear. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

You wanted to be cruel, you really did. You wanted to tell him you had ran out of the supplies but you were too tired and honestly, he was probably going to buya  bunch of stuff and if you made a sale above 50,000 won in one transaction then you would make some sweet commission. So whatever.

“Luckily for you, I’m a decent human being so,” stepping out from behind the register, you just deadpan at him, “right this way.”

He seems surprised and so are you. At yourself. Because you’re not sure why you’re being this nice to him when he’s made fun of you on more than one occasion.

“I’m slightly scared you’re leading me somewhere quieter so you can murder me.” His voice is slightly meek and you’re thankful that he can’t see your face because you’re trying to hold in ugly laughter that Kim Taehyung is actually scared of you when alone despite acting like hot shit when surrounded by a herd of girls.

“A good, educated guess. But not today.”

“…. So there is a chance for that to happen another day?” Spinning around to face him abruptly – damn okay maybe you should major in acting because Taehyung flinches but tries to play it off by shrugging his broad shoulders.

“Maybe.” You’re slightly too close to him because you have to crane your neck up to meet his gaze. Just when his own slips down to your lips, you quickly gesture towards the aisle you’ve just stopped in front of. “Here you’ll find what you need. Brushes and paints.”

“Thanks.” You just shrug before turning around to go back to the cash register. That plan doesn’t go too well because a warm grip on your wrist stops you in your tracks and almost on instinct, you’re ripping out your hand from the grasp as soon as you feel it.

“Woah, sorry! I didn’t mean to-” You just cut him off to move past the subject before he even brings it up.

“What do you want now?” Taehyung pauses for a few seconds as if not ready to let your jumpy reaction go just yet but thankfully decides to drop it.

“Look, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t desperate and rally needed the sup-”

“Taehyung, I’m not interested in hearing how you would never set foot in a place where peasants like us – or normal people really – shop so just get to it.”

He however is just biting on the inside of his cheeks as if to burry a smile before it breaks through. “You’re not very patient are you?”

“I haven’t been put in many situations that really require it, so.” You just shrug in his direction but the flash that goes through his eyes that resembled molten dark chocolate sends an involuntary shiver down your spine and thankfully the air con is on and you could blame your odd reaction on to that if he noticed. Why was he looking at you like that?

“That’s too bad. Sometimes the rewards for waiting are quite fulfilling at the end.” And somehow, you’re not sure if he just means that in general or…

His heavy gaze travelling down the length of your body only makes you more eager to move on before you lose all the good comebacks you had at the tip of your tongue just because his looks were making you weak in the knees.

“Whatever.” You turn to leave once again and again, Taehyung reaches out to grab your wrist but pulls himself back before he can. Thankfully, you have already seen him this time so you just cross your hands under your chest, tapping your foot while you wait for him to spit it out.

“Just help me okay? I’m not familiar with these… brands.”

“That’s because none of them are Gucci.” He just rolls his eyes but follows you down the asile anyway.

“You do know that Gucci doesn’t make paint right? If they did it would be amazing though. Maybe I should write to them about this. Hm.” He’s started talking to himself but you start pointing out the different types you had available because you don’t have time to have causal chats with him like you two were friends. Despite his weird behaviour before.

“If you’re looking for oil paints, these ones are smoother and the colour payoff is better than others and if you want buildable colours then go for… this.” You’re about to say they are cheaper than the first brand you had pointed out but then realise that he most likely doesn’t care about the price. Though he doesn’t seem to be looking at you at the moment but only paying attention to the paints just like he paid attention the content in the few lectures you’d seen him at.

“Do they not say the ingredient at the back? That’s peculiar.”

“What’s peculiar is you using the word ‘peculiar’.” You mumble while still watching him inspect the different tubes as if he was going to drink them or something.

“May I get the list of ingredients for these ones here? And the lightfastness rating please.”

“It’s literally at the bottom of the tube.” His eyebrows furrow as he looks back at the tube and looks at the bottom again.

“Oh. Isn’t there like a booklet or something that comes with this so I can check?”

You just continue to stare at him.

“Taehyung, this is a campus arts store and our most expensive paint is 55,000 won. So no, we don’t have fancy brands that make ‘booklets’ for every paint. But if you must know,” You sigh, rolling your eyes at how high maintenance he was with his paints, “I can have a look at the delivery boxed for the ingredients. I know that all of these paints of this brand have a lightfastness rating of II at least.”

“Excellent! And yes that would be great, y/n. I just prefer my oils to be made from pure Linseed is all.” He has a bright smile on his face while he shrugs like that’s just the way it is. But of course, you want to punch him once more for making your job harder than it needs to. He was a college student. What did he need such high quality paints for? Ugh.

So you grit your teeth and walk back to the storage room and fish for the delivery boxes of the brand that Taehyung was interested in. “Stupid rich boy. Used to always getting what he wants.” The mumbling continues on your part while you try to locate the box as quickly as possible so he can go away and stop making your shift harder than it needs to be at almost 8:30 PM at night.

“Aha!” You have finally spotted the boxes that were stacked way at the bottom. Quickly reading through the large ingredient list, you confirm that the paints are unfortunately not made purely from Linseed oil.

“I have some bad news.” When you walk back out to where Taehyung is testing a few brushes, you can see his face drop because you’re sure he can guess what you’re about to say. “The binder used for these paints is a mixture of Linseed and walnut oil as well as a few others.” You shrug but Taehyung seems to be losing it.

“God fucking damnit. I’m screwed.” He’s started to pace around the aisle, looking like his life has just ended and his dog has died. Did he have a dog? You loved dogs.

“Why are you freaking out so badly?” He looks at you like you’re the one who’s acting weird.

“Because I have an auction in three weeks and it usually takes me that long to even finish a painting.” Of course he had an auction. It was common knowledge around campus that he sold his paintings for quite a sum at a few well known auctions. But you couldn’t remember another one happening anytime soon though.

“What auction? There isn’t one scheduled for at least 3 months.” Taehyung is hesitating when you question him. He looks like he would rather not mention it but in the end, sighs and tells you anyway.

“It’s more of an exhibition. Just for my paintings.”

“Oh wow.” Your eyes have widened at the mention of his solo exhibition. He was rich enough to afford to hold one so it shouldn’t be that surprising. But it still was a big deal even for a privileged student like him because you need to have enough credibility and a loyal customer base to attract enough people to an exhibition that is solely filled with your own artwork and not a collection of artists. “ I didn’t know you had your own exhibitions.”

He scratches the back of his head as he shrugs nonchalantly but you see the nerves showing through with how his hands shake slightly. “It’s the first one.”

“Oh.”

“Whatever I’ll just look somewhere else.”

“I use a medium of stand oil, linseed and turpentine, a little wax and add a small amount of cobalt drier to control drying time for my paintings.” You have blurted out your little trick before you could stop yourself. In your defence, he just looked so pitiful. You had to help. He also seems just as surprised at you suggestion and even more surprised when you walk around gathering the supplies you’ve just mentioned.

“Oh… thanks for the tip. I never really thought about that since I never really needed to…”

He silently follows you to the register where you place all the items and scan them so he can pay. Whatever. Maybe you helping him will bring some good karma and give your career a break too and your painting will finally be displayed at the Montero Art Gallery. It was a local gallery but a lot of successful artists you admire had started out from there and you were hoping that your work could be good enough one day to be displayed there too.

“How did you go through all your paints by the way? Should you have a ton of them because you’re supposedly always painting.”

“Supposedly?” Taehyung is smirking while his eyebrows are raised in mock disbelief at your suspicion. “Well, I used up most of them when I had sex on a canvas with Jihyo. Made for a good painting though. Maybe I’ll display that one too.” He’s grinning from ear to ear and you’ve just halted while he pays on the eftpos machine. Okay you definitely regret telling him your trick when he put himself in this position by being a horndog.

“You’re literally so gross.”

“Hey, abstract art is also a thing you know?” He looks serious enough that if he hadn’t said ‘abstract art’ you would think you had actually offended him. You obviously hadn’t when he just winks in your direction while he gathers his items and leaves.

“Asshole.”

It’s been a week since you first saw The Kim Taehyung pop by the little arts store that had previously been too beneath him to even consider buying his supplies there. Though ever since you’d told him about your little trick, he’d been bugging you non-stop on writing tips and you’re almost sure he’s doing it to… well, bug you. It’s as if he isn’t even aware that he’s an artistic prodigy because you’ve seen his paintings yourself and they were hyped up for a reason. Even a bitter person like you could admit that.

So when you get a special request by your boss one Friday evening, you’re surprised to say the least when you figure why you’re even asked to deliver supplies in the first place.

“Are you serious?” Your boss being the sweet old lady she is, is just pushing up her glasses as she nods vigorously at you.

“Of course dear! Must be some poor student who really is in need of help. He sounded quite desperate on the phone.” The old woman was way too nice for her own good. And while you appreciated her big heart, if she says yes to one person that the supplies can be delivered to his house then then word will get around and sooner than later, you’ll have a flood of students ordering their supplies over the phone and wanting them to be delivered. If that was going to be the case then you’ll have to quit since you can’t deliver because you don’t have a car. You relied on public transport damnit!

“Or he’s just lazy Ma.” Yes. Everyone called her ma upon her request. Short for Marion. Not that you minded because she was sweet as honey and really did remind you of your own mother. And she treated you like one too. Especially right now when she just scowls at you and asks you to stop being lazy yourself and deliver the package she’s prepared.

“Ugh fine.” You whine until the very end and she’s just wishing you a safe journey. Thankfully she’d leant you her car for today – it was her idea after all – so you wouldn’t need to spend an hour trying to find the place. It seemed to be quite close to the shop surprisingly. And unsurprisingly, the apartment is in a trendy but expensive neighbourhood. Most kids who went to your school probably lived in these buildings. The one you were supposed to go at though was on the top floor and you’re already angry that this buttcrack insisted on delivery and manipulated poor Marion into having his stuff delivered to his door rather than being at the front reception so the exchange could be faster.

When you reach the top floor, you pull out the receipt to hand it to him first thing as he opens the door and don’t have to spend more time than necessary in this place that you felt so out-of-place in. You’ve already rung the doorbell while you read the receipt and that’s mistake number one that night. It dawns on you who this person must be when you’re reading the names of the exact items Taehyung had bought from you last week. You could turn around and go really. Only if you hadn’t already rang the doorbell and he hadn’t opened it right as you’re setting the heavy bag down.

“Well hello there.” His deep voice is an anchor itself as you stop your movements right then and look up at his smirking face that looking down at you. Ugh. Like always.

“Hi.” Slowly, you straighten yourself up, the bag still near your feet as you step away, trying not to gawk at his perfectly toned skin that is showing way too much from between his unbuttoned shirt. “Here’s your stuff. Goodbye.”

“Oh good. You can set it inside in the kitchen.” You’re gritting your teeth in order to stop yourself from slapping his cheery voice right out of his throat with a punch. Okay maybe that’ll be too much. Maybe. You won’t know until you try though.

“Come on.” He’s gesturing inside his expensive apartment that shinier and cleaner than any place you’ve ever seen. He probably has it professionally cleaned.

“I’m not coming inside you weirdo.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not my type.” Somehow that makes you even more mad and you hate that it does. Fuck him honestly. You knew you weren’t his ‘type’. His type included skinny, rich and bad artists. Just so he could get off on a power-control dynamic you’re guessing.

You just pick up the heavy package without breaking eye contact and step inside, walking straight to the kitchen and placing the materials on the counter. The inside décor is surprising when you take in the various canvases strewn about in the living room on different easels. But what really takes your breath away is the familiar artwork that you’d looked at time and time again when you’d been lacking inspiration. When you’d been in a rut and everything had been too much and all you would want to do is quit. But looking at the work that evoked emotions from a place inside that even you hadn’t still made sense of it was the only thing that had kept you going many times throughout the years you’d been at university.

But how was Taehyung interested in such underrated art? You’d never heard him mention Vincent Van Gogh before. And yet most of his paintings covered the walls of his apartment.

“You like Van Gogh?” Taehyung has gone back to his pallet as he mixes the various shades of reds and oranges together.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Like, all of our school?”

“Nah. They pretend that better artists exist.” His answer surprises you. You’d never pegged him as someone who appreciated the more sombre period of art. His paintings usually were a lot more cheery and sometimes rather complicated.

You’re kind of lost in the long hallway covered with several paintings. The tall ceilings and the dim lighting only making you more excited to take in such beautiful art in silence with the only sound being the bristles of Taehyung’s brushes across the canvas.

“You like his work too I assume?”

“Mhm.” You’re too lost in the various paintings to really properly answer him. You’ve almost forgotten where you are until Taehyung speaks again. But this time, from somewhere far closer as you can smell the musky scent that always accompanied him.

“This one is my favourite.” His voice startles you a little when he appears just behind you, slightly to the side so you can look to the side and watch his long neck fall back when he looks up at the painting.

“I like it too.” Your voice is quieter than before. Like neither of you want to disturb the air surrounding you. It’s probably the first time you haven’t felt instantly annoyed by Taehyung’s presence. When you look besides you again, you don’t realise it’s the second mistake you’ve made that night. Because Taehyung is staring right back at you and this time he doesn’t stop. Your breath hitches in your throat when you catch his dimly lit face staring intensely at you. Or maybe it was the lighting that amplified every look. Every gesture. Whatever it was, in that moment, you’d never felt more attracted to Kim Taehyung.

“I lied.” His whisper floats across your skin and the light breeze that comes with the breath from his words has your eyes closing for just a few seconds longer when they blink.

“A-About what?” Taehyung has somehow moved even closer because you could feel the heat from his chest seeping through your own shirt. It also didn’t help that his shirt was fully unbuttoned and the smooth expanse of his chest was absolutely bare for your traitorous eyes to feast on.

He brings up a hand, slowly as if not to startle you like he had last week, and tucked the stray strand of hair behind your ear. “About you not being my type.”

The only thing your body seems to be able to do at the moment is turn your face back towards the painting, heart thudding in your chest as you feel his hands move all of the hair from your neck out of the way to the other side. Exposing the sensitive flesh to the cool air inside his apartment. “You’re exactly my type and better.”

This time the words are whispered s close to your ear that you have to physically clutch tightly on to yourself so you don’t flinch from his breath tickling the flesh of your neck. You’re biting your lip, trying not make any sudden movements or noise because honestly, you didn’t trust yourself to not jump his bones. How was he this sexy and annoying at the same time?

“I kn-know.” You’re hoping that teasing is evident in your voice but that plan has gone down the gutter as soon as Taehyung presses his luscious lips in to an open mouthed kiss against the side of your throat. So instead, your response comes out way too breathy and you can’t stop the moan escaping you in the end.

“You’re just always looking for trouble aren’t you, y/n?” How is his voice perfectly steady? He doesn’t even sound remotely affected as he brings his arms around you from behind, fully moving behind you as well while he continues to undo the strings of control you had tied tightly around your brain. Because seems like you’re only thinking with your vagina at the moment.

His hand have slipped beneath your shirt after playing with the hem for a few seconds and testing the waters. When you don’t push his hands away – you could barely breath at the moment – he slips them inside your thin shirt, tracing circles across your torso and up until his warm, large – so fucking huge – hands are taking handfuls of your breasts before he’s gently squeezing the mounds.

“Oh.” You feel like you’re going boneless by the second as your head lolls back and on to his shoulder and you’re just praying that your brain shuts up and lets you enjoy these sensations without the red alarm bells going off in your head that you hated him!

You hit mute on said alarms as soon as you feel his index finger and thumbs rolling your puffy nipples through the fabric of your bra into hardened pointy tips and you’ve finally lost the filter on your mouth. “F-Fuck. Taehyung, ungh.”

“Look at you. Thought you hated me, huh?”

“I still, mh f-fuck, d-do.” Being a slave to your stubborn ways, you’re retaliating with your words before you can even keep yourself in check. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be bothered though. He’s just chuckling at your pathetic attempts at trying to hold on to some autonomy even if your body is betraying the fuck out of you. The constant squeezing, rolling and pinching of your nipples has you almost mindless, you’re not sure you can survive much more than this.

“Sure. At least your body doesn’t lie though.” He’s squeezing the mounds firmly this time before he’s slipping one of his hands downwards again. You’re aching and wet and aroused beyond words but finally you’re up to the point where you can easily ignore the rational side of your brain and let your body take control.

Breathing loudly, you’re almost panting with every inch that Taehyung’s hand moves closer to your underwear. You’re so soaked that you can feel your panties sticking to the contours of your pussy lewdly and knowing that Taehyung was about to touch you there had you dripping in more. You can’t remember the last time you were this horny from just foreplay.

Taehyung closes his lips around your pulse point before he sucks a punishing bruise in that patch of skin. “Spread your legs y/n. That’s it.”

He’s cooing at you when you instantly comply, whimpering his name when he presses his entire palm on your clit, rubbing the hard nub in gentle circles while you’re about to cum just from his words alone.

“Look at you. So wet and soaking. Have you always been this wet when you’ve been giving me nasty looks baby? Hm? Tell me.” His pace is increasing and the audible sound of your arousal coming through the layers of clothing makes you want to hide your face from the sheer embarrassment.

“T-Tae. Please.” You’re pleading sounds like you’re on the verge of tears and it’s not too far off from the truth. Your legs are spread but not enough for you to completely enjoy the feel of his hands. Not that he seems to be in any rush though.

“Please what y/n? Please use your pussy as your apology? Are you going to be a mouthy slut or let me use your cunt to milk my cock? It’s the least I deserve after the way you’ve treated me in every lecture.”

He’s pouting in mock hurt as he leans his head forward to look in to your eyes as if you’re not being destroyed by the fast paced circling of your clit under his palm. Your eyebrows are furrowed, eyes half shut as the mind blowing orgasm looms around the corner. You’re about to cry from happiness and relief when he slips your underwear to the side, sliding his middle and index finger in without a warning and without remorse. The force with which he’s pumped his long, thick digits inside jerking back against him. Which only makes matters worse when you can feel the evidence of his own arousal pressing against your back. You’re slightly terrified from the sheer bulk of his erection too because it sits hot and heavy behind you. You just know he isn’t the average size you’re used to and that excite and scares you at the same time.

“Would you listen to that? Your cunt is singing for me babe.” You’d smack him across his chest for being so dramatic and cheesy but the sounds of your excessive wetness just has you hiding your face in his neck. But Taehyung is having none of it when he’s harshly tugging back your head as he weaves his hand in your hair.

“I said listen. You slutty pussy is leaking for me y/n. And you pretend to not even be able to stand my existence.” His words are harsh and said from between his gritted teeth. The sounds of the inside of his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust is obscene and rude. Yet, you can’t seem to care. Only moaning loudly and in a higher pitch with every smack against your heated flesh. Arousal drips steadily around his fingers while your symphony of ‘ahs’ and ‘ohs’ continues – almost sounding like you were in pain.

His grip around your hair is harsh and his pace inside your pussy relentless. It’s like he’s angry. Angry that you’re this wet. Angry that you’re ready to cum around his fingers just like this. That makes the two of you.

“Come on baby. Cum around my fingers. I’ll need it to prep myself before I enter this pussy, hm? You’re too tight for me to just impale you on my cock right now like you want me to. Don’t you?” You’re nodding enthusiastically as your breath hitches with your orgasm ripping through you like a wildfire,

“Taehyung! Fuck I-I’m cumming. Oh god…” You’re heaving and hiccupping as his rigid fingers continue to brush against your sensitive insides until you’re jerking back with each thrust.

“There you go. Easy… easy, baby.” You’re panting like you’ve run a marathon and your neck aches from being bent that way while Taehyung had your head captive.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover as he’s turning you around to pick you up and take you back to the living room, dropping your body down on to the fuzzy carpeted floor. He makes quick work of his shirt and his pants, ridding himself of every item of clothing – not that he was wearing much – before he takes his soiled fingers and wraps them around his extremely intimidating girth. He doesn’t seem nearly as nervous as you but you still don’t stop him. “Take off your clothes for me baby. I want to see you.”

Your body is moving instantly like it was programmed to listen to Taehyung’s every command. Soon, you’re laying back down on the ground, watching him stroke his incredibly hard cock that stood rigid against his toned stomach. He looks like a wolf that’s about to devour you as his pokes out from between the corner of his lips, eyes neve wavering from your own. You’re biting your own lips and squirming on the soft carpet when he just keeps looking and makes no move.

“Spread your legs again baby. Let me see you pussy.” He hisses as soon as your legs fall open, your red, slightly swollen pussy coming in to full view as he finally kneels down to his knees, grabbing your thighs to pull you closer until you were flush against his cock. His hands gently massage the area between your thighs and pussy, needing the rosy flesh and effectively making you drip even more when he looks directly down at his hands that work your labia softly – keeping in mind how sensitive you were.

“Look at you. So puffy. So wet. So fucking beautiful.” He leans forward to look in to your eyes and you’re holding on to your breath when you finally see his face so up close for the first time this evening.

“Can I make you feel good, honey? Will you let my cock make you feel good?” There is no hesitancy in your reply because you’re fisting the soft rug besides you and arching your body in to his.

“Fuck,” it’s the first time you can hear Taehyung’s voice shake as he adjusts his hips and rubs he blunt head of his blood fattened cock against your swollen labia. “I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n. I can’t believe you’re here. Are you sure baby? Because I won’t be able to stop or go gentle once I s-start. Oh fuck.”

You can see how desperate he is for you to say yes but nonetheless, your heart still warms at his concern and even though you were slightly scared of his above average length – and girth – you were mostly excited as the anticipation had built steadily. So you give him the green light, nodding for him to continue.

He seems to be surprised too for some reason and you’re caught off gard when his mouth crashed down to your own. His kiss is ferocious and passionate, tilting his head every which way to capture every noise you make, tongue playing with your own. You’re just enjoying the out of the blue kiss until it all makes sense. Because when you break apart from the kiss to shout out your surprise, you can feel all of his hot length pressing the deepest corners inside your pussy. The kiss had been a perfect distraction and you hadn’t even felt the pain when he’d pushed in.

In fact, the slight burn that was present as he let you adjust around him was more arousing than anything. “T-Tae ungh. You’re s-so big. Oh god.”

He’s watching every facial expression you make and he doesn’t miss the almost drunk expression on your pretty face when he drags his length out slowly, only to slam back inside. Your breasts bounce with every thrust that pushes you further up the carpeted floor. It feels better than good. Better than amazing. You’d never thought you’d enjoy penetrative sex this much after having several mediocre experiences but at this moment, all you wanted to do was egg Taehyung on to go as fast as he could. So you do.

“Fuck y/n.” The seat of his lap slaps against your damp skin as he pounds his leaking cock in to you unremittingly. “You’re so t-tight. The tightest cunt I’ve ever been inside. You like it baby? Hm?”

Taehyung was definitely a dirty talker. All throughout this encounter. He hadn’t stayed quiet for longer than a minute. Always wanting to say what he was feeling, wanted to do to you or was going to do to you. And until today, you never realised how much of a sucker you were for verbal stimulation.

“Y-eh-ess. I lo-uh-ve it.” Your words bounce and hiccup out of you with the same rhythm as Taehyung’s dragging of his cock inside you. It’s like he’d grown even larger and you could cry from how good he felt inside. In fact, you were sure you probably were crying with how blurry your vision was getting.

Taehyung had fully covered your body with his own, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder now to split you open even more before he increased his pace until you felt like he was actually splitting you open.

“Tae! I’m going t-to c-cum again. Oh god.” He was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his temples as his gaze never left your face. You were actually crying now; clawing at his back as you held on while he parted you open every time he pushed the entire girth of his cock until the base so that with every thrust, his balls slapped against your ass obscenely.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock.” He could already see the white, translucid creaminess forming around the base of his cock as it continued to slam inside you, signalling how close he himself was with his cock leaking pre-cum profusely. “Fuck, you look so delectable darling. Look at how your pussy gapes around my cock every time, hm? Your pussy was made to fit around my cock. You’re m-mine now. Made j-just for my cock.”

You could tell how close he was since he’d seemed to lost all and every filter on his mouth. Pounding in to you while you clutch on to him for deer life and finally release around his cock that shows no sign of relenting until he reaches his own release. Thankfully, he’s not too far behind as he grabs your legs for the final round, pushing his hips in to the hilt before he’s shouting out his release. You can feel the warmth of his cum explode inside the walls of your pussy, filling you up to the brim until you could feel his spunk leak around you thoroughly abused lips. Taehyung lays his head in to the crook of your neck very much like how you had at the start.

It's peacefully silent as you both catch your breath, your fingers lazily massaging his scalp without even realising. You’re finally gathering your bearings and coming to terms with the fact that you just fucked each other’s brains out when you could barely stand each other before. And you absolutely do not know how to proceed from here. Not when his cock was still inside you. Thankfully, you don’t have to worry about that decision for too long because Taehyung is pulling back his face to stare in your eyes deeply as if he’s also at a loss for words.

You search his face for any disgust or any realisation that will make him pull away from you and you don’t know why you’re this nervous and worried about his reaction. You didn’t care before so why now? Why was your heart beating so fast that you felt like it was going to come out of your mouth?

“Y/N,” Taehyung post-sex, sexy voice breaks you out of your downward spiral as he brings his hand up to caress your cheek damp from the tears earlier. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

You watch him for a few seconds before nodding slowly and that’s all the confirmation Taehyung needs before taking your lips between his once again. And just like that, he kisses you lazily, tangling his hot, sweet tongue with your own for who knows how long. You two stay just like that for a long time, kissing ecahother with so much passion that it scares you how much the thought of breaking away from his lips gives you anxiety. It seems to be the same case for Taehyung because when you break apart to breathe in much needed air, he pulls you back in – mouth open and tongue seeking your own.

Sometime during the night, he’s started to harden inside you once again and rather than breaking away, he fucks you exactly the opposite way he had earlier. This time, it’s slow, even more sensual and the space between your body is almost non-existent. By the time your phone rings and breaks you both out of the haze that had you both intoxicated in the apartment, it’s sometime around midnight. Though Taehyung doesn’t stop even for a second until he’s made you cum once again and spilled himself inside you as well.

The night had definitely taken a turn as you both talk – for once without the intention of insulting each other – and fuck. Mostly fuck actually. Turns out Taehyung made you insatiable and his eagerness and fondness for cumming inside you didn’t exactly help. After replying to Minnie and sending Marion a message of apology, you’re both dozing off on the soft floor.

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“Come to my art exhibition with me? I want you by my side.” He asks you in the morning, slightly breathless as he grinds his erection – seriously, how often did this boy get hard? – against your damp, soiled pussy, awaking you from your sleep.

“O-Okay.” You can only moan in reply as he takes a nipple between his lips, sucking gently as he coaxes out another orgasm from you before carrying you off to the shower.

“You’re such a horn dog.” Splashing water at his face, you’re laughing as he attacks your sides, tickling you in revenge.

“A horn dog you slept like, a thousand times with.” Your mouth is falling open in mock disbelief but he just kisses your frown away.

“It will be zero times if I see that sex painting at your show!” Taehyung is giggling at your pout and the frown that creases your brows as he kisses it away, promising you that you can burn his ‘sex painting’ before the show.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad.

a/n: thoughts? :ooo

[killscreencinema]

Death Stranding (PS4)

The first week of quarantine, I lost my job.  It wasn’t COVID related, more like “I hated my job and my employers finally realized it” related.  So it was actually really good timing that I began this game while unemployed, as virtually delivering packages to people made me at least feel like I still had a job! 

Death Stranding, released by Hideo Kojima’s new independent studio in 2019, is set in a bleak, post-Apocalyptic future where the world of the living and the dead have converged in a catastrophic event called, well, the “death stranding”.  Dangerous phantoms, called “BTs”, roam the countryside, dragging anyone unlucky enough to encounter them into their world.  The only person who can stand up to them is a porter named Sam Bridges (Norman Reedus), who has a unique condition called DOOMS which allows him to sense a BTs presence (who are otherwise invisible to the naked eye).  Paired with a child bred to act as a link between the living and dead, called a  Bridge Baby, or BB, Sam can even see a BT, making him the only candidate who can possibly bring the world back together by traveling the wastelands of the former United States, delivering packages and connecting the surviving human cities via something called the “chiral network”.

So it’s basically a fucked up, but better, version of that Kevin Costner movie The Postman.

Also, if it seems like my story summary took longer than usual, welcome to the world of Hideo Kojima!  I tried my best to explain the story in a brief synopsis, but I still didn’t even scratch the surface of it.  For example, I didn’t even mention how Mads Mikkelson intermittently drags Sam to a battlefield-like purgatory so he can steal his BB; or how Sam’s mysterious connection to the BTs makes his bodily fluids deadly to them, so you will often use weaponry made from his piss, blood, and shit to fight them; or how his primary objective is to rescue an enigmatic woman named Amelie, who may or may not be the daughter of the recently deceased President of the United States, from terrorists who want to use Amelie to bring about the extinction of humanity.

This game is bananas, ya’ll... but in the best way.

I started this game with extremely low expectations, as it had been critically lambasted by most of the major gaming sites and YouTubers.  From the previews of the game I watched, it just seemed.... weird.  I didn’t understand what the hell I was looking at - Norman Reedus with a pod baby strapped to his chest, and a strange flappy doodad on his shoulder, while walking on a tar beach strewn about with dead whales?  What the fuck, Hideo?  Visually alone the game was such a stark (and I mean *stark*) departure from the Metal Gear games, so when I found out the gameplay was delivering packages, I became convinced that Hideo Kojima had done lost his goddamn mind. 

Turns out... and this should hardly come as a surprise... the man is a goddamn genius.

Truly brilliant art always offends and bewilders the senses at first because your mind doesn’t know how to cope with what its experiencing.  Watch any given David Lynch movie and you’ll see what I mean.  The human mind has trouble processing totally new information that has no frame of reference in memory or cultural awareness, which is why “weird” art initially repulses before it gains a following (and many great artists die in poverty before they are recognized for their genius).  Imagine introducing a peasant from the Middle Ages to a helicopter - they’d think it looks absolutely ridiculous, so when you tell them it can fly, just IMAGINE their incredulity. 

Anyway, I think that is why initial impressions of Death Stranding were so negative - it was a lot to take in for a lot of gamers used to being spoon fed repackaged versions of the same games but with different titles.  Even things that seem at first “original” have recognizable gaming mechanics that ease the player in.  I mean a game set in the apocalypse where the core gameplay is centralized on package delivery???   There’s nothing like this!  So your reaction is either going to be “This is brilliant” or, like the medieval peasant, “this is ridiculous”.

Mind you, I’m not saying if you don’t like this game, you’re as stupid as a medieval peasant.

I get why people would hate this game - it’s very different than a lot of games out there.  Death Stranding is bold and audacious in its storytelling and its gameplay.  It takes a lot of risks that most AAA publishers (like Konami for example) would balk at, which is why Kojima had to create his own company to make it.

The gameplay seems simplistic at first - deliver packages from point A to point B.  However, it’s a little more complicated than that.  For one, the key element of the game is item management and learning not to bite off more than you can chew.  Sam can only carry so many boxes, and the more you stack on top of him, the more difficult the journey will be, especially when crossing BT territory or bandits (called MULES) nipping at your heels.  You also have to take into account the rocky terrain, river crossings, and weather (oh, did I mention that rain in this game, referred to as “Time Fall”, can rapidly age items and people?).  The game is all about carefully choosing equipment you’ll think you will need, whether it be weapons, ladders (for climbing large cliff faces or crossing deep rivers or chasms), sprays for repairing damage to packages, or even a spare pair of boots in case the shoes you’re wearing wear out.  So to say that the game is “just delivering packages” greatly diminishes some of the nuance going on here.  Yes, there are lots of long stretches of just walking across a landscape to some of the most melancholy music ever assembled on a soundtrack, but I’d argue that having patience for those moments is part of the gameplay. 

The game can be frustrating, such as when Sam refuses to climb a ledge you KNOW is climbable, so he just trips and falls over instead.  The vehicles that you eventually unlock are some of the most goddamn frustrating vehicles in video game history.  At first, I figured it was because I would eventually unlock better modes of conveyance more adequately adapted to crossing rough terrain, but no - they all drive like shit.  Just getting the truck to drive up a hill without spinning out and rolling backwards can fray on one’s nerves.  It’s hard to discern how much of it is the vehicle and how much might be poor controls.

The story, as alluded to above, is ambitious at best and pretentiously bloated at worst.  However, if you’ve played any of the Metal Gear games, you know what you’re signing up for when it comes to high concept, over-indulgent story.  I would say that for the most part, Death Stranding’s story is coherent enough to enjoy, although there are long expository cut scenes that convolute the plot more than clear it up.  Fortunately, the characters are well developed enough, and are interesting enough, to keep you invested (a storytelling skill that is perhaps Kojima’s saving grace).  Also, the more dramatic beats of the story are impactful enough to still resonate, even if you’re not entirely sure what the fuck is going on.  It helps to have talent like Norman Reedus, Mads Mikkelson, and Lea Seydoux in the cast, whose performances bring the characters to life.  Sam in particular might have been an insufferable loner, were it not for Reedus’ gruff likeability that made him famous from Walking Dead. 

If you’ve avoided this game because, like me, you were convinced by bad reviews that it sucks, I would highly suggest that you reconsider.  It may not be as fun, or compelling, as a Metal Gear Solid game, but it’s an interesting departure and one worth experiencing.

[missilekidding]

☄ / 🔮 / 🌐 :)

Gah I had so much fun with these! Again, so sorry I didn’t get around to them sooner, but I hope they were worth waiting for!

☄ - NewsAGoGo

To begin with I need to say that my headcanons for this wonderful lesbian are HEAVILY influenced by @neon-rat‘s NewsAGoGo tag cause that shit is SO GOOD.

- So we got our lesbian scene queen here. She’s had about four thousand different hair cuts and colours and not a single one has ever looked good, but that’s sort of the point. She is CONSTANTLY shaving bits off her head and has most of her scalp tattooed. Frequently seen in a variety of extremely ugly green, yellow or orange trench coats and totally impractical knee length boots, and manages to pull off the ‘I literally wouldn’t recognise good fashion if it punched me in the face’ look brilliantly. This is mostly because of her charisma and confidence in personally loving her own look, and besides, she is a TERRIFYING motherfucker so most runners wouldn’t have the guts to tell her they don’t like her look anyway.

- When I say shes tattooed I mean she is TATTOOED. Most of her body is covered. They aren’t generally big pieces either - a large piece on her upper arm, chest and one thigh, but otherwise covered in tons of smaller pieces, individual from each other and symbolic of vastly different things. Her favourite is probably any of the pieces her girlfriend, DJ Hot Chimp, has given her, and even if Hot Chimp wasn’t genuinely one of the best tattoo artists in the zones she would adore the fact that it’s her girl’s iconic ocean patterns that rest across her rib cage.

- She can be pretty blunt, and it often comes across as rude - she will always speak her mind and totally tends to miss the changes in conversations when people are hurt. She can also get a little heated too when she’s passionate, but also very short when she doesn’t care, so she can be a little intense for many joys to deal with. That’s not, however, to say that she is unkind. If NewsAGoGo is anything, its a good fucking friend. She is fiercely loyal to Doctor Death Defying and her friends at the radio station, and to Hot Chimp, and she easily makes up for anything mean that she may accidentally say in the passion she shows to the people she trusts.

- Before they settled either with or near Doctor D in the radio station, News, Hot Chimp, Cherri and Pony all ran together - it only lasted for about six months once they escaped the City, but it was probably the most fun any of them had. They were some of the earliest killjoys to get out, so the rules of the Zones were much less defined, meaning that setting fire to buildings for the sake of it and driving fast enough to crash every single car they found was fine - the precious nature of these things really weren’t set out or apparent, and the desire for chaos which plagues any runner fresh out of the City went uncontrolled in them.

🔮 - The Phoenix Witch

AH! My absolutely favourite character in the universe! Resident Goth Deity!

- She isn’t called the Phoenix Witch for no reason. The woman has mad power. Raising the dead and making random shit vanish type power. Mostly she takes this very seriously - a nasty side effect of prophetic visions is that she can see the role she, and others, need to play in the big picture, and so her somewhat controversial choices to raise, or not raise joys from the dead plays on her conscience a lot. It’s not clear where she got her power from other than the fact that it took her years of practise to gain it, and that the more powerful she becomes the less she seems to actually be seen.

- This then means that very few living runners have actually seen her. In the earlier days it was more common - she seemed to actually conform to the idea that having a physical form means that you had to exist somewhere at all times, so seeing her around the zones was rare, but possible. Many of those ‘joys who did see her wandering across the land however were ghosted, and those who do claim to have seen her in the later years tend to say that she can just appear at will, and so this lack of knowledge and sightings of her, paired with the frequent stories of the impossible things she can just do really gained her her status as big fucking mythical cryptid across the zones.

- Know I included this in my last Phoenix Witch headcanon post but it’s a headcanon I am willing to Die for - She is Doctor Death Defying’s twin. They were raised together and although they don’t see each other very often cause like. crazy zone happenings. they are still incredibly close and look out for each other. They also fuck around and indirectly make each other’s lives extremely difficult on purpose to piss the other one off because even if your sister is essentially a deity you can still make sure that she wakes up to her least favourite song playing on the radio once every week, and even if your brother is the most revered killjoy in the zones you can give him weird fucking intense dreams that fully convince him that yes, he is in fact a large marsupial, at two in the morning.

- Her ability to shape shift was something that kind of just happened. very suddenly. She was kind of just sitting there one day, thinking about how inconvenient it was to be a human person with like arms and legs and a torso, when suddenly she just wasn’t anymore. It was pretty surprising to say the least, to no longer have to exist in corporeal form, but both personally and practically it was pretty awesome, and after some practise she worked out how to change into a raven, which while also looking totally rad allowed her to go and sit outside Doctor D’s radio station at ungodly hours of the morning and shriek really loud before making a quick get away.

🌐 - One of my OCs

Okay lets talk Grenade. My fucking weird dumbass bitch oc. Love her.

- She has never lived in the Battery - she’s originally from around London, but when shit Went Down in the UK her family moved as far as they could - into the area that later became the zones. Her mother moved into the City in the early days but Grenade’s apprehension to follow proved pretty fucking lucky after Better Living started dropping bombs on the zones and their true nature was revealed. During this time she spent a while running with this group of aggressive dudes and trying to convince herself that she was totally straight™, but she quickly realised that this group were actually pretty awful morally, and left, later realising that girls exist and reassessing her entire world view.

-  She is pretty covered in tattoos (notice the running theme in my headcanons for most female killjoys, I’m gay sue me), with her favourite being either the snake around her forearm or the large floral pieces over her hips and thighs. Her time being a general nuisance to Dracs has proved a little detrimental to the larger pieces on her body - a particularly violent run in left most of her chest piece totally unrecognisable, but the scarring itself still has meaning to her so it doesn’t bother her too much.

- She is often seen running around under the full moon, titties out, praising the Goddess. Just cause you live in the desert doesn’t mean you can’t still do your crazy witch shit and Grenade is definitely extremely spiritual. Due to this she also makes charms for runners she meets - getting her hands on actual supplies for spell bags is hard, but she makes do with what she can find and invests a lot of time into sigil magic to make up for it.

- Her and Lithium (@neon-rat’s OC) were the first members of their group, and met shortly after Better Living stopped dropping pig bombs when the two of them ended up trying to kill the same annoying SCARECROW agent together. They got on amazingly mostly because they are both fucking batshit crazy, so the idea of spending three weeks hiding in the City and just repetitively stealing all the fruit from the previously mentioned SCARECROW agent’s house before setting it on fire was one that made perfect sense to them both. They were originally gonna call their group Dykes! but realised that DOGS, or ‘Damn, Occult Girls are Sexy’ is funnier, and sounds like it should stand for something way cooler than it does.

[comicteaparty]

July 15th-July 21st, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from July 15th, 2019 to July 21st, 2019.  The chat focused on Radioactive Underground by Ezra Rose.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Radioactive Underground by Ezra Rose~! (https://tapas.io/series/Radioactive-Underground)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until July 21st to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. What do you think caused Robbie’s scar that is briefly seen? Further, why is Robbie taking medicine? What might all this have to do with Griffin’s particular concern for how Robbie is doing?

ezzy

Wow what a wonderful comic surely who ever made this comic is very smart and also handsome

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. Which aspect of the world has caught your eye the most so far? Why does it interest you? Also, how do you think it will play a role in how the story unfolds?

RebelVampire

1) my favorite scene is probably the first scene we see robbie at maki's. i liked the little flirty dialogue and then the ultimate payoff with it at the end. like i really felt like i was in robbie's shoes during it cause i wasnt sure if there was chemistry and then the "robbie with an i e " thing really sold it for me. just a great banter setup i can really appreciate. 2) Given the opening scene, I gotta imagine Robbie was fighting monsters or w/e he fights in the underground and took on a challenge he wasnt ready for. And that probably nearly killed him and thus why the scar and medicine. Cause the medicine is probably keeping his heart going or something like that. As for Griffin's concern, Griffin gives off a kind of motherly feel to me despite the aggressive attitude. And it seems she and robbie have a sort of mother-son bond (at least a little bit). and ya know, mom's worry when their sons almost die.

3) my favorite character atm is probably robbie. While this could change as the characters become more familiar, I really just like Robbie's design. It feels edgy and relateable at the same time without being overboard. I also think it super suits his personality. 4) I'm really interested in the underground aspect of the comic. Cause it really doesn't feel like their underground, yet it's clearly a thing. And given robbie's crush isnt from the underground originally, itll be interesting to see how the cultures differ. Since there already seems to be some inequality going on. In terms of the story, I definitely think the underground's probably...status in society is probably a breeding ground for crime. hence robbie's entire life situation.

ezzy

>:3c

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. Why do you think Yui was supposedly kicked out of the family business, and how do you think she got involved with Griffin? What theories do you have about the rest of Griffin’s crew? Alternatively, who do you most want to learn more about?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. What do you think the ultimate goal is for Griffin’s group as for why they steal? Is it just for money, or is there some larger picture? Further, what do you think Robbie’s personal investment is in the whole thing?

RebelVampire

5) My fave illustration...s is probably the ones of Griffin on this page. https://tapas.io/episode/1357536 Griffin looks so cool, and something about this up-close shot choices really made me appreciate her really cool, badass design. Instantly won my heart over as a top-contending chara for favorites. 6) Yui sort of strikes me as the type who rebels just to rebel. Like the teen who never got out of the rebellious phase because she's 2kool4skool. And from what we've seen with her relationship with her family, rebelliousness is not well-received. And I can see from her families perspective how it kind of just looks like Yui lazes around and then throws attitude. I don't really have theories about the rest of the crew, although I definitely do want to get to know the completely non-human world. They'd be a great insight into the rest of the non-humans that are in this world.

7) I probably enjoy seeing Robbie and crush chick the most. They've got really cute chemistry that just makes me squee on the inside. And I also hope he continues to be called Robbie with an i e for a while. 8) I think the answer to this question depends on perspective. Most of the crew, like Robbie and Yui, are probably just in it for the money. While I think Griffin is in it for the money, I also think she has a bigger picture idea. Like eventually aiming for the grand jewel and making people super pissed. Or more I should say, she's waiting till they can make the heist of a lifetime and retire on a beach in Hawaii. As for Robbie's personal investment, besides money, he kind of maybe just has nothing better to do? So far my impression of him is hes the type to think hes not good at a lot of stuff besides running and fighting. Thus morals be damned, lets steal things? XD Plus if he needs medicine, hes gotta pay for it somehow. So to summarize, his investment is needs money + belief in lack of job opportunities. I think if something better came along hed be heavily tempted.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. Who exactly do you think Griffin is? In other words, what’s Griffin’s backstory and why is Griffin invested in stealing? Further, why do you think Griffin keeps the group at arm’s length and has them drop her off at random locations?

RebelVampire

9) One deal I appreciate is the balance of Griffin's design. Like there's this right blend of human and non-human traits that you could even guess she was a half-breed before anybody even said anything. And being able to get that across immediately visually is really A+ work there. 10) I think Griffin was probably someone a lot like Robbie. Just in the underground, nothing to do, no opportunities, and so she took the easy route of theft. However, I think she was at least once part of a bigger organization (given the connections she has) and that she kind of betrayed them and ditched them. Like I said earlier, I think she's both in it for the money but kind of has some bigger idea picture about retiring in style or something like that. As for keeping the group at arm's length, I actually think it's to protect them. Cause she clearly seems to know dangerous folks who know her and have a bone to pick. So by not letting the others become too notorious, she keeps the heat on her.

ShaRose49

I started this one awhile ago and I thought it was very well-drawn(edited)

ezzy

Thank you i try very hard

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. Why do you think the new girl working at Maki’s has come to the underground? What might it have to do with her relationship with her parents? Further, what role do you think she’ll play in the larger story?

spacerocketbunny

1. Favourite scene is probably the one where everyone is in the diner after the heist! The banter is fun and I like how the characters interact. Yui and Robbie are great, they act like siblings who can't stand each other but of course cover each other's asses if they get in trouble. Also the moment when Robbie meets Sky, she asks his name so she can label his food but then he asks for her name and she pauses like "why are you asking the server's name lol" 3. Ummmm Griffin because she's a mysterious babe?? Love me a stoic lady with questionable motives ;)) also Sky is so sweet, I love that she's an artist! 4. Love the demons and other folks that are integrated into the world, it's a lot of fun! I hope there'll be more interesting people to see :)

5. The latest pages with Griffin on the phone look great, great colours, nice backgrounds, I like how the colours are starting to become more dynamic! 6. Mmmm my guess is that she's a bit messy and callous and probably messed something up in the family business. Too early to make any hard speculation but if anything I think it was Yui's fault probably... I want to see more of what these heists are for, and how their group operates. I'd like to see more on Griffin and her origin since it was pointed out that she was a %100 human (I'm assuming the other half is demon?) 7. Right now Yui and Robbie because of the bickering they do, but now that I've seen Sky blush after interacting with Griffin I'm

9. I like the style of the comic, it's angular and sharp and I like the character designs! I feel like the comic's aesthetic and mood is still being realized but it's progressing with each page and I can't wait to see how it develops further! 11. Like previously mentioned I think the style is definitely a strength, it's fun and offbeat and I like that it's one that I'm not seeing in the comic scene right now. The character interaction is great too, even as early as it is I'm already invested in these characters and I want to know more about them, they're a fun lot and they all play off each other in a great way. I'm interested to see where this comic goes and how it'll develop, I'll definitely be checking back for updates

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. Who do you think Solomon Reiki is, and what does they want with Griffin? What does this have to do with the guard who Griffin fought during the heist? What could this mean for Robbie and the rest of the crew?

RebelVampire

11) I think the comic's strength are definitely the character designs. There's a lot of personality packed into them. Not just the main characters we've seen so far but even the side characters as well. It makes for a really dynamic setting and cast that immediately catches your eye. Somehoe all the designs also really suit the tone of the story as well. 12) I feel there definitely has to have been a falling out with her parents. And she fled to the one place where she thought they would never look for her or something. Given she seems somehow hardcore herself, I could totally see her joining the crew and going on thieving adventures. Or at the very least being an informant of some sort. 13) I'm looking forward to learning more about the rest of the crew and seeing how they all play off each other. Cause that will definitely have a big impact in terms of how the heists go. 14) Given my previous theories, I think Solomon Reiki was Griffin's old boss who is super pissed at Griffin's betrayal of leaving. But until recently they havent been able to find Griffin so hence the guard. Heard some rumors and sent the guard to confirm whether its the traitor or not. Of course, this probably gonna put the rest of the crew square in sights and get them unwanted attention from bigger criminals or something like that.

RebelVampire

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[beanmaster-pika]

I ended up getting encouraged to talk about my aus so thank you all for enabling my self-indulgence

Swan Prince AU

This one’s the first one? And it’s more of a royalty AU, actually. Licht vacations in the Servamp kingdom every summer but one day he gets cursed by an evil magician (Touma) to turn into a swan. Hyde, who’s the same age as him and therefore his designated playmate when they were kids, recognizes it’s him and freaks out because if the Jekylland kingdom finds out they let this happen then there could be a war and no one wants that thank you very much.

I’m actually more interested in worldbuilding than the plot so :/ For reasons I have not thought up, there’s the ‘older bunch’ of Servamps (Kuro to Freya) and the ‘younger bunch’ (Hyde to Lily) and there’s like a ten-year age gap between the olders and the youngers, and then there’s Tsubaki, who’s twelve and illegitimate. Kuro inherited the throne at 17 when their dad disappeared and by the time Tsubaki’s mother showed up a couple years after with a baby that had the last king’s eyes, the kingdom had stagnated. However, a baker named Mahiru starts showing up at the castle to petition the king, and he appears so frequently and his words are so sensible (”He’s got to have studied statecraft,” Hugh declared. “There’s no way he hasn’t.”) that Kuro’s siblings up and offer him a job as the king’s advisor. After many arguments and finally a heart-to-heart where Mahiru learns that the last king once allowed Kuro to make a decision that almost led the whole country to war, they start to work towards understanding each other and cooperating and it’s tough, but by the time the present story rolls around the kingdom is flourishing. 

The older bunch all hold a place in court; Hugh is a minister of internal affairs, and he, Kuro, and Mahiru are at the heart of the kingdom’s laws; Jeje is the most knowledgeable about magic, especially curses, and works as both a consultant and investigator, though he’s sent to the Alicein kingdom along with Lily (16 at the time of the story, two years younger than Hyde) to serve as ambassadors and tutors to the king’s sons; and Freya’s the head of the army and the most terrifying person in the kingdom. The people love her. There’s a more even distribution of power than there was before Kuro inherited the throne - Mahiru’s influence and Kuro’s reluctance to be in charge of literally everything see to that - and provincial courts have juries put in place so that people are no longer solely at the mercy of sometimes corrupt judges.

On a different note, Hyde starts out as a sweet kid, but when his friend-and-maybe-crush Princess Ophelia two kingdoms over dies when he’s sixteen he goes wild in his grief and takes up with a group of bandits and starts hurting people. When confronted by his siblings, he declares that if the world is so cruel as to take Ophelia’s life, then his actions are just a drop in the bucket. Now, this is very much wrong and a problem, so Kuro manages to seal him temporarily into hedgehog form for a month (EDIT: yes he can normally transform into a hedgehog, no Licht doesn’t know at first, yes animal transformation is a common ability in their kingdom, and no the sealing is not a common or easy practice. It’s legitimate grounds for Kuro to self-prescribe absolute bed rest in order to recover from the drain on his energy, and he’s stronger than normal mages and had assistance to boot; a month is the very limit he can achieve with that) saying that if he’s lost his grasp on his humanity, then perhaps he’ll find it again in an inhuman form, and then they drop him off at the summer villa reserved for Prince Licht with Guildenstern as a caretaker. Now, unbeknownst to everyone, Licht arrived for vacation even though it’s midwinter, and he is absolutely taken with the hedgehog that’s wandering through the villa (”Oh Shit,” Guildenstern said. Hyde agreed. This was very much an Oh Shit situation.). It turns out that while he hadn’t known Princess Ophelia personally, he’d had mad respect for her for stepping up to enact a change in her kingdom’s politics even though it had ended in her assassination. He and Hyde end up having furious arguments over ideology (Licht still doesn’t know that Hyde’s there, and he doesn’t connect the voice with the hedgehog) and in the end, he helps Hyde regain his humanity - to be human is to desire, to desire is to dream, and to dream is to push your imagination past its very limits and work for it. That ends up breaking the seal prematurely, much to everyone but Licht’s relief. Licht’s pissed that the hedgehog turned out to be Hyde. And when Licht is cursed to be a swan, well, Hyde’s worried about it affecting relations with the Jekylland kingdom, yeah, but he also wants to do for Licht what Licht did for him: make him human again.

ANYWAY HERE’S THE DOODLES

Teacher AU

Because now they’re teachers.

This one has basically nothing in it yet aside from it being fun to consider what subjects they’d teach (Mahiru’s home ec; Kuro’s phys ed; Hugh’s history; Jeje’s art; Freya’s a counselor; Hyde’s literature; World End’s either a history or foreign language teacher; Lily’s a student teacher; Licht’s a piano instructor now; Otogiri’s the school’s doctor) and what everyone else would be (Tsurugi and squad are bodyguards; Iduna’s an engineer; Tsuyuki’s with the government; Sham’s with the government; Higan’s a wandering artist; Sakuya’s a psychologist; Ryuusei and Koyuki haven’t factored in at all oops; everyone else either has their canon profession or they’re college or high school students). One of the tidbits I actually spared thought to is that Kuro took a couple gap years and ended up in the same freshman Psych 101 class as Sakuya (who at present shares an apartment with Mahiru) and they somehow bonded and even after the class ended they became texting buddies (usually of memes) and hung out from time to time, but then Mahiru (after getting fired from his first school for some sort of reckless behavior) gets hired to the school all the Servamps are gathered at and starts out pretty argumentative with Kuro but eventually they gain a mutual understanding and maybe the beginnings of a relationship and Sakuya puts two and two together from conversations with Mahiru and texting with Kuro that the man he’s in love with might be in love with his texting buddy and he doesn’t know how to deal with that and so stops texting Kuro, and Kuro finds out about it from talking to Mahiru and then this happens

Kuro, throwing a chicken nugget at Sakuya’s window: why are u ghosting me Sakuya, opening the window: can u throw another

And they talk and all is well again. A poly ending is absolutely in the stars because Mahiru loves them both and they agree to it.

Also the other thing is this

Pokemon AU

This is the one I like the most right now! I actually have a couple of chapters written for it that I haven’t posted yet but basically the whole Servamp thing remains, but the pokemon that they transform into actually have their own personalities - rather than a transformation, it’s a shared body thing, and the human form is a manifestation of the vampire (formerly human) soul. I haven’t ironed out all the details of why this is happening, but I like the idea of them never being alone, though I haven’t figured out quite how this will change them. Hyde’s gonna be fun and also painful to figure out.

Fate AU

LET’S GET THIS HOLY GRAIL BREAD

Mahiru’s uncle was going to take part in the holy grail war but Mahiru accidentally summoned instead and what he summoned was Kuro, a Lancer. Add to that that Sakuya is still his best friend, was meant to be a pawn of Touma’s but ended up being Master-napped by the Saber he summoned (Tsubaki), and Tsubaki wants vengeance on Kuro, and we’ve got another round of heartbreaks on our hands because Fate is nothing but heartbreaks. The Alicein brothers are also there, summoning the same Servants (Caster and Archer) that their grandfather and Mikuni’s mom summoned, and they know that the Grail is tainted so they’re out to destroy it. Their backstory is a little tweaked with Mikuni just stealing his mom’s command seals to protect Misono instead of killing her, and he grabs Misono and absconds to the Church where they stay until Mikage ensures that Mikuni’s mom can never hurt Misono again after the War. Misono goes home, but Mikuni goes to study at the Clock Tower and comes back just in time for the next war. (There’s more under the pictures)

Tetsu summons Rider, but his sisters are the masterminds of the operation; they’re doing their best to restore their family in an age of declining mana, and Tetsu’s got the best Magic Circuits among them so he’s tasked with summoning, but they’re operating under the strict principle that if any of their lives are endangered, especially Tetsu’s, then they halt the project immediately and seek refuge with the Church. Hugh’s hyped about the whole ‘restoring the family’s magic’ thing.

Licht, on the other hand, comes from a family that’s at the very height of their magical power. He doesn’t believe in an omnipotent wish granter because he feels that it’s cheating, but to win the Grail is the goal of every mage out there so he’s in it for the glory. For a summoning catalyst he uses a bracelet that was supposed to belong to a martyr princess of old (”She gave her life for her goals,” Licht said in awe. “Yep, it’s very impressive. Please do not do the same,” Licht’s mother said.), but it turned out to belong to the other person connected to her legend, a man who was terrible and cruel, uncaring of others after he was driven mad in grief, and so Licht summons a demon of an assassin and Crantz (regular human) is left babysitting these goons while Licht’s parents hold down the fort in Austria.

Now, the Berserker team. I just want you all to know that the ones I was most excited about is the Berserker team. Tsurugi carried out the summoning here, Touma’s other pawn, and he added a madness enhancement, changing Freya’s class from Shielder to Berserker. Tsurugi, unlike Sakuya, is a highly trained operative and adult and one of the Church’s Executors, and he’s also completely under Touma’s thumb so he’s an ideal proxy even though Touma couldn’t snatch Sakuya’s command seals like he intended to. Unfortunately, Freya’s madness has just released her inhibitions and she’s this fucking close to pulling a Tsubaki and Master-napping Tsurugi. She does her best - in her limited capacity - to get Tsurugi away from Touma and it all culminates in Touma deciding she’s too much of a loose cannon and trying to take Tsurugi’s command seals away, but the seals instead go to Iduna somehow (haven’t figured that out yet) and Iduna and Freya spirit Tsurugi away to help him recover. Shortly after Iduna develops a magic item that’ll dampen the effect of the madness enhancement, more or less reverting Freya to her original class.

Now, this Grail War is an absolute clusterfuck by this point, mostly because all the summoned Servants are siblings, so a Ruler comes in - drum roll please - World End! Because who better to solve a sibling squabble than another sibling, even if he is the third youngest. This is mostly because I want World End to be included in stuff. World End’s in my Pokemon AU. I failed to elaborate on that but since that’s the AU I’m actually writing it’s all good. Anyway they’re all gathered in a sort of war council at a family restaurant to work out their intense family issues and then World barges in ‘WHAT’S UP THIS IS A PRETTY AWKWARD REUNION.’

This actually might be one of my favorites on account of being able to have them all be different physical ages but keeping their age hierarchy since Heroic Spirits can be summoned at whichever point of their lives was significant, and also this means that I can just make up lore for them. In ten, twenty years I’m probably going to look back on this and groan but for now I’m going to have fun with it.

For Kuro, he took down an entire army on his own at age eighteen and then retreated from the world. Hugh stopped a war when he was small (this threat of war surfaced again when he was older; this was when Kuro took down a whole army). Jeje became a famous outlaw. Freya overthrew a government in order to protect her soldiers. Hyde served a princess, but she gave her life for peace, and shortly afterwards his older brother killed their father; Hyde turned cold and cruel after that. World End inherited his sister’s kingdom after she died in battle and stood strong against threats from other kingdoms, displaying sharp wisdom despite his brash personality. Snow Lily used his illusions to carry out a large scale rescue operation on a child trafficking ring. And Tsubaki? Tsubaki was but a man who inherited a sword from his father, then vanished into the night when that same father was killed. He could have - should have - been summoned as an avenger, but for the sake of story convenience and keeping the war to the traditional seven classes, I chose saber for him.

[musicofthenightphantomoftheopera]

Dear Voltron Fandom (an open letter)

Dear Voltron Fandom,

You don’t know me, but I know you. Before I get into this, allow me to introduce myself so I’m not a stranger. My name is Paiton. I’m 19 years old, and I have high functioning autism, and the character I relate to and love the most is Pidge. I have traversed through many a fandom in my life so far. From Avatar:The Last Airbender, to Sailor Moon, Steven Universe, Disney, you name it! All of these fandoms are loving and wonderful in their own way. However, every fandom has a dark side; It’s just the nature of fandoms, unfortunately. Despite that, I was able to look past that, and be proud to be a part of them! But NEVER have I EVER been more ashamed of being in a fandom when I got dragged into Voltron. Before that, I heard rumors of how toxic the fandom was and all of the crazy stunts some fans tried to pull in order to get what they wanted into the show. So, I tried to avoid the show and its fandom like the plague at all costs.Two months went by and my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to check out the show just to see what all the fuss was about. Turns out I really liked the show and Pidge quickly became my favorite! Hell, I even started a Pidge Ita Bag; just added the first charm to it a couple of days ago! I started out just keeping to myself on my quiet little tumblr blog just reblogging fan art and fics as well as interesting theories and talking to my friends about it. And I can’t forget about buying Voltron fan swag! All was well, despite the occasional bits popping up about the latest fandom disasters. That is up until quite recently. I thought I had seen it all when I had to fight to defend Sailor Moon fans that were being bashed for liking Sailor Moon Crystal or for getting into Sailor Moon in general because of Crystal. I thought I had seen it all when I saw SOULESS Steven Universe “fans” telling an artist to kill herself for drawing Rose Quartz skinny. I thought I had seen it all when I saw the Brony fandom in general. But this....sending death threats to the voice actors and their families, blackmailing the creators in order yo make Klance canon, and a rumor that some antis were burning fanart?! This is absolutely UNACCEPTABLE! To those who participated in ANY of these horrible actions or any other crimes against the fandom, you ought to be ASHAMED of yourselves! Your actions are SHAMEFUL and you should /feel/ ASHAMED. People like you are a disgrace to this and every other fandom out there. You are the reason why the Voltron fandom has such a bad reputation. Now for the sake of this not being me dragging the voltron fandom for the entirety of however long this is going to be, I’m going to play devil’s advocate for a minute or two. I know that not everyone in the Voltron fandom is bad. Hell, my best friend is a Klance shipper and a Lance fangirl and she’s one of the chillest Voltron fans I know! And you want your ships to be canon, I get it. Every fan wants their ship to be canon, weather its a strait, or LGBTQ+ ship. We need more LGBTQ+ representation in...well, pretty much everything really. And it is coming. Its getting there, but  its gradual and you have to be patient! “Patience yields focus” , in the immortal words of our beloved Space Dad. But I also understand that fandoms can change things as well. The first example that comes to mind is Kim Possible if any of you reading this are old enough to remember. When Kim and Ron finally got together in the movie that was supposed to be the series finale, the fans flipped every last crumb of their shit and wrote in, demanding another season. And another season they got, ending with Kim and Ron graduating high school. So fandoms /can/ change things, but this.... Blackmail, death threats, is NOT the way to do it! If anything, stuff like that will steer people away from creating representation just because of the sheer mass hysteria it causes within fandoms! Its the toxic people in the Voltron fandom that pull this sort of stuff that steered me away from the show in the first place. To the toxic people in the Voltron fandom who call themselves proud members of the community. You know who you are. I am calling all of you out. You are not fans. You are bullies. Plain and simple. The kind that beat up the little kid with glasses and stuff them in a locker for being a nerd. The kind that steals lunch money in the cafeteria when the teacher isn’t looking. The kind that spread awful rumors about that shy little girl that likes anime, telling her that nobody would care if she died, only worse. You are the very same kind of bullies that I tried to get away from by joining fandoms (supposedly an accepting environment for people who are different and like the same stuff) in the first place. Now I am the kind of person that doesn’t have a temper. However, stuff like this is one of the very few things that get me righteously pissed off. But I don’t yell, or scream, or punch a wall. Instead, I channel that anger into fuel I can use for something else. Which is what made me write this open letter to you, the Voltron fandom. Like I said earlier, not everyone in the Voltron fandom is bad. To all of those that just enjoy the show and respect other people’s ships, or don’t give a dam about ships at all. thank you for being decent human beings and trying to clean up the mess these toxic, souless antis made of our fandom. After seeing all of this I can tell you that I am officially 1000% DONE with this bull. So I am calling the antis out. Consider this a reality check for ALL of you. This is a fucking CARTOON. The people you are shipping so feverishly together are fictional characters. Underline the word “Fictional” as in “not real”. At the end of the day, they are just a bunch of lines and colors moving frame by frame and voiced by real human beings with feelings. They are not above emotions like some of you idiots think they are. When are you going to get it through your tiny brain cases you call heads that how you are acting is childish, immature, and just plain sadistic?! I want to get something strait right now. I do not hate the voltron fandom, not at all. I hate what its become. These horrible antis and haters and toxic people are infecting the fandom like a deadly disease; like a fast spreading plague that causes the slow and painful death of its victum. However, unlike the real Black Plague, there is a cure! And a contagious one at that! So I’m sending out a call to action to every decent human being in the fandom! Those who are here just to enjoy the show for what it is with other people and have a good time, the older fans who got into Voltron: Legendary Defenders because they grew up with the older versions, the Multishippers, those who are respectful of other people’s ships,, or don’t give a dam about shipping at all, as well as those who keep their accounts as safe spaces for all fans. Do your girl a solid and help make the Voltron fandom a better place. Please, be a voice for good. If you see a fan getting harassed by an anti, just politely shut them down. Don’t go full on Leroy Jenkins and fight back, don’t feed the trolls, guys! Just politely tell them to back off and ignore them after that. Then, turn around and try to cheer up the person who got harassed! Share your favorite fan art pieces with them or give them fic recommendations! Who knows, you just might make a new friend! If you see someone you follow on any social media platform doing any of the bullshit I’ve previously mentioned earlier, unfollow them immediately. You don’t need that kind of negativity in your life and neither does anybody else. Let your followers know that your account is a safe space for all decent Voltron fans to geek out and that there is a ZERO TOLERANCE policy for antis. If someone disagrees with you on your ship or theory, politely ask them to explain their reasoning in a civil manner. Get a dialogue going so the whole thing doesn’t turn into an all out screaming match. It can be done, people! It is possible! It just takes a little effort. It may take some time, hard work, blood, sweat, and tears, but I beleive we can fix the fandom if we all work together.  Now I also want to take a moment to send a message. To the voice actors of Voltron; Bex taylor Klaus (My Queen), Jeremy Shada, Steven Yeun, Josh Keiton, Kimberly Brooks, Tyler Labine, Rhys Darby, and A.J. Locascio. To the Co-Creators of Voltron; Joaquim Dos Santos and Lauren Montgomery. I am not apologizing for the actions of the toxic part of the fandom (that’s a mess they gotta clean up themselves), but I am speaking for the good part of the fandom and myself when I say that we apologize for what these souless people have put you through. Nobody should ever have to go through that just some people want a small sense of validation in their ship being canon. We love all of you and we hope that you can find it in your hearts to give the fandom a chance to redeem itself. I wrote this in hopes of waking some people up and start to to change things for the better. At least that’s what I hope will come of this rant that I wrote all in one sitting at 4 am. Just know that we all love and respect you and I am going to try my hardest to help change this fandom for the better with the help of my friends and followers, as well as the rest of the fandom that actually has a soul and a conscience. We are going to try and remind everyone that we are all on the same side. We all love the same show and the same characters and the same story. After all, we’re all made up of the same cosmic dust.

signed,

Paiton

[xuune]

im getting pissed 24/7: my problem with instagram reposters

time after time i have to continuously go to people and tell them to take down their reposts of my art on ig when they dont ask me for permission. 

what are you actually accomplishing from just saying “credit to the artist uwu” or leaving out the credit entirely. you’re still stealing someone’s work at that point. even if you decide to credit, BUT DONT ASK, thats still disrespectful. its human decency, common sense, and manners, to ASK to repost especially on a place like ig. sure, some artists might allow others to repost only under the condition to credit them, but it is always good to ask in case they don’t want something to be reposted. most of the time, from what ive seen, artists (on tumblr) dont want their art to be reposted without their permission, or dont want their works to be reposted at all. 

but guess what happens to the work that either a) requires permission to be reposted, or b) doesnt want to be reposted. you guessed it: people will still continue to repost that work without asking, and frequently, without proper credit. and that starts a chain of reposts when the og repost caption doesnt say whether or not the artist wants proper crediting and, or, requires permission to repost. how amusing. do people just like being thieves? how cute.

theyre actually stealing people’s work, my work, stealing other’s efforts and im fucking pissed. if you actually appreciate people’s works, then ask for permission to repost it for fucking once. dont just share someone’s work without permission or crediting for the sake of the “activity” of your account. thats fucking selfish and disrespectful. 

if you don’t know whether or not the artist allows others to repost the work, should you repost it? fuck no. check their page and ask if you’re unsure. 

its not that hard to ask if you consider all possible options on where you can reach them and ask for permission. 

if it is somehow impossible for you to find a way to ask them, should you repost? no. leave the work alone and move along. 

if the artist chooses to decline your request, should you repost out of revenge and rage for not letting you? no. at that point youre just a  shit head. 

if you just dont feel like asking out of pure laziness or unwillingness to, congratulations, youre an asshole. 

its discouraging and outright disrespectful to the people who put their time and effort into making something only for someone else to take it and show it off without the creator’s permission 

this includes other sites like twitter/pixiv/deviantart/facebook, etc. its fucking annoying. 

to those that actually ask for permission, thank you and anyone could appreciate you for that B^). 

thank you for reading my lil rant filled anger that i needed to release. 

[themyskira]

Amazons Attack! - part 5

Previously! Circe and Fake Sarge Steel orchestrated an Amazon invasion of DC. Diana, newly escaped from her imprisonment, has just come face-to-face with her resurrected mother for the first time. Except she hasn’t, because continuity means nothing any more.

I dunno, guys. I'm not even at the halfway point and I’m so tired.

Part 4: Wonder Woman vol. 3 #9 — Jodi Picoult (writer) and Terry Dodson (artist)

Two issues ago, we ended on a cliffhanger, with Diana coming face-to-face with Hippolyta in the ruins of the Lincoln Memorial.

Last issue, we rewound a few hours to see the way the invasion of DC unfolded from a range of other perspectives, before arriving back at that same moment in time — Diana, Hippolyta, and the smouldering wreckage of an iconic national monument.

It would stand to reason, then, that this issue would give us some payoff on that cliffhanger. That we’d get to, you know… find out what happens next. How Diana’s first, emotionally-charged encounter with her resurrected-mother-turned-mass-murderer goes.

But ‘Amazons Attack!’ cares nothing for reason.

So instead, we open on this.

Later, at the Smithsonian Institution, Washington, DC.

The first time I read this page, I genuinely thought I’d opened the wrong issue. I spent a couple of minutes flicking back and forth between comics, trying to find the missing chapter in between Wonder Woman #8/Amazons Attack! #1 (which are concurrent) and Wonder Woman #9. There isn’t one. Not only does Picoult skip right over Wondy and Hippolyta’s reunion on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, as we will see in a few pages, she acts as though it never happened.

I'm starting to suspect that the editors on Wonder Woman were afraid to so much as touch Jodi Picoult’s scripts because they were intimidated by her bestselling author status or something. I’m imagining the behind-the-scenes conversations going something like

‘So... Diana and Hippolyta are meeting for the first time in this issue, right?’

‘Yeah, looks like.’

‘But didn’t they already meet for the first time last issue? In a cliffhanger? Is that not going to be... addressed?’

‘...well, uh. Huh.’

‘You know what, don’t worry about it. She’s a New York Times bestseller, I’m sure she knows what she’s doing.’

So, okay. For some inexplicable reason, Hippolyta is now hanging out in the National Air and Space Museum, surrounded by antiquated fighter planes that are still centuries ahead of the Amazon army’s chariots and catapults. She prays to Athena to grant her wisdom for the battle ahead.

Athena tells her that waging war on humanity is a super unwise idea. Cut to Hippolyta striding out to her waiting army, all, ‘OKAY NEW PLAN: WE DON’T NEED THE GODS TO FUCK THIS CITY UP.’

Random Amazon: My queen — will the gods aid us? Hippolyta: We don’t need their help.

Then she commands her army to destroy the Washington Monument, which… hoooooo boy.

This is the Washington Monument at the end at the end of WW #8, when Diana confronts Hippolyta. It’s still intact, as you can see, so no problems there.

Except… this is the Washington Monument at the end of AA #1, when Diana confronts Hippolyta. This panel depicts the same moment in time as the panel from WW #8 — but in this version, the monument is in ruins.

And now, “later”, in WW #9, a conspicuously undamaged Washington Monument gets toppled by Amazon catapults.

Essentially, through some combination of poor coordination and abject incompetence, Jodi Picoult and Will Pfeiffer managed to accidentally have the Amazons destroy the same iconic monument twice.

While Superman prevents buildings from being crushed by the falling obelisk and Tom saves a civilian from  being flattened by rubble, Wonder Woman… saves a cat?

At least the art is cute.

Also take note of Tom’s line: “Great— Hero Tutorial 101 from the face that launched a thousand pissed-off Amazons.”

Tom does not know that the Amazon invasion was prompted by Diana’s incarceration. Nobody knows that the Amazon invasion was prompted by Diana’s incarceration. At this point in the story, the only people who have that information are Circe and the Amazons themselves.

(That said, even if he did know the reason for the Amazon invasion, blaming Diana for it — and citing it as evidence that she’s a shitty hero — would be a dick move. She didn’t ask to be kidnapped and tortured by a villain masquerading as a government agent, for fuck’s sake.)

With Tom in tow, Wondy flies over to a waiting Superman, Batman and Canary for a quick exposition dump. Superman and Batman get Diana up to speed on the Amazon invasion; Diana gets them up to speed on how she was wrongly imprisoned. Somewhere in the intervening issues, she’s forgotten that Fake Steel explicitly told her that she would be imprisoned and tortured until she handed over the Purple Death Ray technology, and she instead frames it to her friends as ‘well, he said he was arresting me for Max Lord, but I dunnooooo, he was asking a looooot of questions about the PDR, guys, I’m starting to think that something might be up.’

Make a note of that PDR reference, by the way. That will become relevant shortly.

Diana is certain that Hippolyta is an impostor or something, mostly because Hippolyta’s being written so wildly out of character.

Black Canary ignores the entire conversation and instead chews out Tom for almost landing on her when he flew over with Diana. This isn’t technically his fault, because he wasn’t the one driving, but it doesn’t matter because the whole argument is just a pretext for Tom to be a sleaze to Dinah.

Dinah: Why don’t you watch where you land? Tom: Well, you’re probably softer than Superman, sweetheart. Dinah: Call me sweetheart again and I’ll kick your butt so hard you’ll be gagging on my boot until Christmas. Tom: Will you quit focussing on my butt? I know it’s sexy, but we’ve only just met.

At least somebody in this comic recognises Tom Tresser for the gross, sexist creep that he is.

Noticing what Tom is up to, Diana hastily drags him away while announcing that that she’s going to confront her “so-called mother”.

Diana: “Sweetheart”? We’re at war, and you’re flirting with Black Canary… Tom: Sometimes it’s easy to believe you were raised on a remote island populated only by women.

Ho ho! It’s funny because men are slaves to their sexual urges who literally cannot stop themselves from making unwelcome advances towards women! 

They arrive at the Air and Space Museum and are met by a pair of Amazon guards.

Amazon: [Hippolyta] has been expecting you. The man must be left behind. Tom: I’ll wait right here… sweetheart.

Fifty bucks he says something to get himself stabbed in the face before Diana has even made it through the door.

Picoult continues to completely ignore last issue’s cliffhanger confrontation, treating this scene as Diana and her mother’s first face-to-face meeting since Hippolyta’s resurrection.

So, blah blah embrace. Blah blah conflicted internal monologue. Blah blah ‘join me and help kill all the men’.

Hippolyta: Those “innocent people” want our weapons technology! All they crave is power! Diana: Who told you that? Diana [narration]: Sarge Steel was alone when he questioned me about the Purple Death Ray…

‘HUMANS WANT TO STEAL OUR ADVANCED WEAPONRY’, Hippolyta shrieks, while swinging around a sword.

And a second mention of the PDR. Followed immediately by…

Hippolyta: Circe did not just rescue me from Hades. She brought us a secret weapon, with which we will win this war. […] A poison, which affects those of human blood, but not those who are Amazon. With it, we will be safe.

There is. just. so much stupid in this page, I don’t even know where to begin.

‘Humans want to steal our advanced weapons technology, including a LITERAL DEATH RAY, so we have come to fight them with spears and catapults! That’ll sure show ‘em!’

‘The surest way to protect ourselves from the humans who want to steal our LITERAL DEATH RAY is to poison… anybody who happens to be out of doors within a ten-block radius… using these killer bees that our enemy gave us.’

They didn’t think to deploy the killer bees (or, you know, just maybe the LITERAL DEATH RAY) before launching the full-scale ground invasion?

Or just extract Diana and then deploy the… you know what, I can’t even say it again, it’s too embarrassing.

‘The only way our unreachable, extradimensional island will be safe is if we kill all these humans who have no way of reaching us!’ At this point in canon, even Diana can’t reach Themyscira.

Look, if you’re going to have an army attack DC with pointy sticks and swords, maybe just… don’t keep mentioning all the futuristic weaponry they are conspicuously choosing not to use?

This culminates in a hamfisted stand-off in which Diana is challenged to choose between humanity and her own people. Blah blah ‘you’re a disappointment’, blah blah ‘don’t you love me?’, blah blah ‘should we be allowed to defend ourselves from these humans (who are defending themselves from us)’.

Hippolyta: You could have been the greatest queen the Amazons ever had.

Uh. Sure. Maybe. I guess. If you hadn’t personally abolished the monarchy in favour of democratic governance.

Outside, there’s a confrontation with DOMA agents, led by Fake Sarge Steel. Tom — who’s somehow figured out that Fake Steel is, well, fake — decides that two can play at that game and, in a moment of confusion, uses his still-never-actually-explained disguise tech to impersonate Steel himself. When the dust clears, there are now two Steels, each insisting the other is a fraud. Both are taken into custody until the situation can be straightened out.

Naturally, Tom can’t pass up one last chance to creep on Diana before he’s escorted away.

Diana: [whispering] Tom? Is it you? Tom: [whispering] Birthmaaaaaark! [winks]

Circe shows up, and there’s another tiresome scene where Diana demands to know what Circe did to Hippolyta, and Circe gloats that maybe Diana just doesn’t know Hippolyta as well as she thinks she does, and they fight.

In a minor continuity fluff, Diana throws her tiara at Circe in one panel, and in the next panel Diana is still wearing the tiara.

Circe speechifies about how everybody is really an impostor and nothing is real “except love and murder”. Boo. BOOOOOO.

Meanwhile, the two impostor Steels are being interrogated, side by side. Seems like it’d be far more sensible to interrogate them separately, and maybe bother to handcuff them to prevent what Tom’s about to do next, but the DOMA agents are clearly struggling here. For a government agency that polices metahumans — including people with various powers of deception, illusion, shapeshifting and mind control — and employs at least one person whose specialty is impersonation, they’re curiously ill equipped to deal with infiltrators.

Rule of cool, though — and Tom’s next move is, I’ll admit, pretty cool. He points out that the real Steel lost his hand years ago, as everybody knows from the mechanical prosthesis he uses. Then, before anyone can react, he grabs a pen and slams it down through Fake Steel’s supposedly prosthetic hand, eliciting blood and a scream of pain.

Everyman is unmasked as the Fake Steel and — because nobody expects there to be two impostors, and because, again, DOMA is incompetent — Tom is presumed to be the real deal.

Tom, still as Steel, interrogates Everyman, who says that shit’s about to go down and then disappears right out of his cell. Oh, sure, they have a cell that Wonder Woman can’t break out of, but they can’t contain a friggin nobody like Everyman.

Steel!Tom races to the control room to discover that DOMA is preparing to launch a nuclear warhead at Themyscira.

Back to Diana and Circe, who are still stuck on the same repetitive ‘that can’t be my mother!’/‘lol, u sure about that?’ argument.

Of course, Picoult is never one to pass up a chance to make a crack at how much Wonder Woman sucks:

Circe: I’m thinking that when this whole thing is over, we can go into crime fighting together. Travel the globe, saving women from oppression… what a team we’d be! I can be the funny, sassy, sexy one… and you can be the dorky square one who says dorky square things like “Great Hera!” Diana: [mutters] I rarely say that anymore…

Tom arrives on the scene to warn Diana of the plan to nuke Themyscira, and Circe gloatingly reveals how she’s going to achieve this. Themyscira is in another dimension, but Circe can open the portal — which she will, the moment the warhead is launched, enabling it to destroy the island. The Amazons will be left homeless and at the mercy of the humans.

Then a spear plunges through her chest from behind, because guess who was standing right behind her and is pretty pissed off about being betrayed?

Before teleporting away, Circe tells Diana to usurp Hippolyta’s throne and call off the war. “Usurp her throne?” Diana gasps. “To do that, I would have to kill my mother!”

That is not the only way to usurp a throne. As Amazons Attack! #2 will make explicit, not all Amazons support Hippolyta’s war, and already her top generals are questioning her judgement. By AA #3, Artemis and Philippus outright say that Hippolyta is not fit to lead. Theoretically, if Diana had the support of the Amazons, she could overthrow Hippolyta without resorting to murder.

THERE IS NO THRONE THEMYSCIRA IS A DEMOCRACY YOU IGNORANT FUCKSTICKS

The issue ends on Diana and Tom facing down a hail of spears.

[wish-to-the-stars]

All relationship start with kisses, and the screams of his friends (4/??)

Dreamswap: @onebizarrekai

******

In a deserted, dusted, timeline genocide of a random universe, they had met, barely two months after their previous meeting. And the memory of the kiss still floated between them. As an indelible mark of their memory, like a brand in their memories.

A memory that was not going away so easily.

A memory mixing discovery and sweetness.

A memory that had electrified them.

The warmth of their magic that had mingled for a short time. Like a warm and reassuring hug.

The contact of their teeth.

A kiss at once tender and who was probably the first for the guardian (who was no longer doing his job, by the way. Thank to Dream.)

And Error also remembered the lost and confused look of his rival.

The lack of soul stopped Ink to fully understand.

Sadly.

As if he did not understand what had happened. As if he was looking for an answer to a question he could not formulate. As if he had never been kissed before and it probably was truth.

And Ink was visibly  angry at him . He was terribly aggressive and offensive.

As if he REALLY wanted to give him the humiliation of the century.  To beat him, to defeat him, to put him to the ground, to take revenge on the black skeleton who had taken advantage of a moment of weakness to touch him as no one had touched him.

And that was more than visible in his attitude.

His look and his grin....

What, did he steal her first kiss?

At his age?

He did not dare ask and play with Ink’s nerves. To make the artist even more angry was probably a bad idea. Even though he was convinced that this was the case here. With his little problem of soullessness, he had certainly never experienced it before, and this new thing had upset him on all levels, especially since he did not understand it.

He really hesitated to tease him about it. But that would probably be a VERY bad idea.

Ink seemed unusually aggressive, brush in hand. Error felt that the kiss of the last time was surely for something. He dodged a stream of paint. And then a brushstroke. Sending his blue sons that the other dodged.

A nice flip back,by the way

As he played with his brush for don't fall.

Error smiled and finally he allowed himself a little swipe : “How are you since the last time?” He smiled “Your face looks better anyway. All the better. ”

He avoided an attack. The snow beneath them was very colorful now. A true ephemeral work of art.

Yes, he was definitely pissed off.

REALLY.

And he was going to bite if it went on.

Error only wanted to play more.

“What, are you angry about the kiss?” He tried, throwing some threads that his opponent ducked “Do not play prude, Ink, I just brushed your teeth.” He winked “What, was it his first? It was time for that to happen, no?

The artist was too aggressive and too hasty. He seemed tired too. Error has heard about the increase of genocidal timelines into certain universes in recent times.

Obviously Justice Reign probably had a lot of work.

Like Nightmare who was trying to prevent his brother from going on a killing spree because of that (the god of positivity must also be on his nerves).

To help people, save others, and control monsters or dangerous humans.

And Ink was Dream’s right hand, he had a lot of work. Not as much as his superior but still.

Once again, he worried. “You should take a break, Ink” He flexibly avoided the new spray of paint, knowing that if a single line was drawn along the length of his clothes, he could find himself bound in a few seconds by the power of the creator.

“You should sit on your bed, with tacos and hot chocolate, and then read, paint or sleep. In short, to rest. And sleep a few hours, see a little day. ”

He heard Nightmare’s voice again “NO NO NO STOP BEING WORRIED ABOUT AN ENEMY.” He ignored him. (Why did his conscience have the voice of his friend? It was a little scary!) And he dodged a new attack, landing a few meters away with a certain elegance. “Still okay to keep going ?” The artist stopped, panting. His eyes shining with a mixture of fatigue, anger and annoyance. And something else, impossible to decipher.

The brush went down for a few seconds “I do not have the luxury of having fun, or sleep when I want during daytime, not like some of you” replied Ink. “I have a full time job myself! I do not have time to play video games or have fun times with friends …like you and…Nightmare and Cross.”

The black skeleton shrugged. “Fair enough.” He smiled full of yellow teeth “But you should, for your magic and health. Staying away from Dream for few days would be good for you ~

- Go fu … "He broke off, clutching his jaw. "And stop interfering with what’s none of your business …” His free hand was clenched in a fist.

Where were his allies? Where was Dream?

Error ignored him, just as he had lost sight of Nightmare and Cross, who were fighting further.

We went so far away? I don’t see anybody anymore … whatever, it’s our respective allies or the inhabitants of this universe.

With anyone else, he would have been on the defensive. But Ink? If he entertained him enough, the other would not deliver him to Dream. He had already let them go on the pretext that “it was his day off …” decided by himself alone. Cross hoped that it was by affection for him, Nightmare said that it was because he was a jerk, and Error hoped that Ink was not “bad” as Dream. Even if Dream was NOT SO bad, in a lot of things, even if he was also bad in some ways.

He assessed the distances between the artist and himself, and backed up to one side of the wall, waiting for the other to get close enough to him to throw his blue sons, tying the other skeleton’s ankles. “Caught you Inky ~”

With a gesture of the arm, he pulled on the ropes to make his opponent fall into a pile of snow, which was not colored by the paint. The artist collapsed into the white and cold substance. He had a colorful swearword that Dream would not have appreciated.

Error did not waste time to tie his arms and make him helpless. “That’s it? Have you calmed down? "He asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

Ink glared at him. "It’s a cowardly tactic. You are a coward!

- No! It’s my power, you should have known it, since it have been a while since we’ve  known each other anyway.”

The peaceful destroyer landed one knee n the snow, and touched gently the artist’s cheek. Ink turned his head away, closing his eyes tightly. Trembling slightly.

The black skeleton said, a little softer: “I’m not going to hurt you if that’s what you’re afraid of.

- I’m not afraid of you,” was the dry, quick, hesitant answer. “So if you hope …”

Error sighed and tugged at the strings, approaching his captive of him, “You are impossible. Really stubborn!

- So what are you waiting for? Bring me back to your stupid Nightmare and lock me in a cage, as you did with lots of evil creatures that Dream wanted to eliminate?

- So, first we do not put them in cages, they are in very comfortable cells.”

Ink laughed with a hoarsely and dryly voice.

As if he did not believe it.

“Then I’m not going to take you back there … even if I think it would be good for you to be away from Dream, because you’re totally drugged up with his positive aura all the time.

- Shut up.

- I do not want to hold you against your will or deprive you of your freedom. "He sighed,” And even if I think that you would have done it anyway!

- I have nothing against you in particular, “replied the other” Dream has nothing against you too … “

Error stared at the eyes of his captive, each one had a different shape and color. The crack in his skull had disappeared since the last time. He was fascinated by this lost and confused look, this look that sought for explanations, a look that opened to the pain of not feeling. To not understand. To be lost.

He did not think and kissed the artist for the second time. Another impulse, mixed with desire.

This time it is no longer the ghost of a kiss, it’s a real kiss, it crosses the barrier of the teeth, deepening the contacts, showing his blue tongues the hot den of his vis-à-vis let out a groan against his teeth.

One was not enough.

Then, clinging to him, he gave him another, then another, and another. He felt the trembling body of the painter in his arms, the heat in his bones, and his whimpering between each kisses and during each kiss.

It was difficult to break the contact. To stop. It was so hot and so good.

But Error did it, got up, and released Ink who stared at him, even more lost and confused, as if he did not understand. He thought he saw a spark in his adversary’s eyes, where something was shining and he did not understand it.

The destroyer disappeared.

[thornstocutyouwith]

—¤÷(`[¤*╟Meet The Muse╢*¤]´)÷¤— 𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝓅𝒶𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓋 Theme Music Band Drummer

⎨ The Basics ⎬

➥Legal Name: Sage Malakai Pavlov ➥Nickname/Alias: Kai ➥Birthday: April 2, 1997 ➥Birthplace: Chelyabinsk, Russia ➥Sex: Male ➥Species: Human ➥Preferred Pronouns: He, him, ex. ➥Sexual Orientation: Bisexual ➥Spoken Languages: English, French ➥Faceclaim: Cameron Monaghan ➥Personality:

✔✔✔Positive:

➥ Fun-Loving: Light hearted and lively. ➥ Curious: Eager to know and learn something. ➥ Serious: Acting or speaking sincerely and in earnest, rather than in a joking or halfhearted manner. ➥ Reflective: Relating to or characterized by deep thought; thoughtful. ➥ Skillful: Having or showing skill. ➥ Observant: Quick to notice things. ➥ Humorous: Causing lighthearted laughter and amusement. Having or showing a sense of humor. ➥ Enthusiastic: Having or showing intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval. ➥ Creative: Relating to or involving the imagination or original ideas, especially in the production of an artistic work. ➥ Well-Read: Knowledgeable and informed as a result of extensive reading

✘✘✘ Negative:

➥ Sarcastic: Marked by or given to using irony in order to mock or convey contempt. ➥ Temperamental: Liable to unreasonable changes of mood. ➥ Callous: Showing or having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others. ➥ Offhand: Ungraciously or offensively nonchalant or cool in manner. ➥ Disorderly: Lacking organization; untidy. Involving or contributing to a breakdown of peaceful and law-abiding behavior. ➥ Complex: Someone who is difficult to understand/comprehend as an individual due to their personality or lifestyle. ➥ Crafty: Clever at achieving one's aims by indirect or deceitful methods. ➥ Unforgiving: Not willing to forgive or excuse people's faults or wrongdoings. ➥ Outspoken: Frank in stating one's opinions, especially if they are critical or controversial. ➥ Contradictory: Mutually opposed or inconsistent. Given to argument and contention. Unable both to be true or both to be false under the same circumstances

☠ ☠ ☠Fears: Drowning, The Unknown, Bad storms/Thunderstorms, Failure

⎨ A History Lesson ⎬

➥Backstory:

Sage had been originally born in Russia, to a television actor and his model girlfriend. While the family was away in America on a family vacation when Sage was about eight months old. During the incident, Sage received one of his first scars being hit by a stray bullet on the lower left side of his abdomen. This left Sage one of the very few survivors of the tragic ordeal. Despite the best efforts of child services getting him returned to his living family members were far too young to take the infant in. Eventually, he was put into the system, ending up in an orphanage in Africa. This is where he grew up over the course of four years of his life. Sage was often sickly while living in Africa. It was soon discovered that his apparent sick spells were caused by exposure to the sunlight.

When Sage had just turned six a family in Africa had been allowed to foster home. During his time with that family, they had moved to another country. Once there Sage was sold to another family and completely lost to the system at this point. By the time Sage had turned eight he had been moved from one place to another, for illegal services. Some of these services included drug peddling. Which is where Sage had learned his first craft, how to sell/move illegal goods. Thankfully outside of holding the drugs and being used to distract anyone who might grow suspicious he did not have to do anything else. As a drug peddler, Sage also picked up on how to make several drugs and grow. Even at a young age, it was clear that he was intelligent and more adult about things. But because of this, he would never have a proper childhood, or truly know what it would be like to have been a child, during this time.

As he was shifted from one household to another in trades, Sage was often physically abused by his mother and father figures. As well as emotionally abused. This lead to him easily shutting off his emotions in order to properly take in and deal with a situation, executing it precisely. When Sage was about to turn ten child services finally were able to track him down when one careless family had ended up being raided by the police. By this time Sage had been living in America and it was decided he was to be put into a foster home that had a history of taking care of other foster children.

While he was living with this foster family life appeared to settle down more for Sage and he began to be more of a normal child. The foster parents he had this second time around had treated him like their actual children and truly did love him, even as he grew older and started to become more reckless and cold. They never tried to be too harsh with him whenever he got a failing grade. This eventually lead to Sage trying his best in school. He wanted nothing more than to be more than just another lost cause in the foster system. As far as school goes he eventually had gone from failing to being at the top of his classes. Teachers would often praise his intelligence during Parents Teacher Meetings. Sage was never interested in this though, as he was only doing his best to make his foster parents proud. He felt that this would be the only time anyone would ever truly be proud of any sort of work he did.

By the time he was fifteen though things went downhill again, his academics did not suffer. But he started to branch out more into criminal activities. He was hanging out with what would be considered the 'bad kids' at school. Sage had picked up a bad habit of smoking around this time as well as sneaking into theaters to watch movies and stealing from gas stations mostly. A bad reputation began to form for him when he was arrested for stealing a store. This was the first time he had ever been caught and arrested. His bad reputation, as well as rumors people would start about him, made him out to be much more deadly than he actually ever was. But Sage never spoke up about any of these things, to explain or deny. He didn't care enough to argue his reputation openly. Sage was never much of a talker, which certainly never helped his case. Some classmates were afraid he would actually hurt them so they would try to avoid him or be overly nice if they couldn't do that.

After assaulting another classmate in school when he was sixteen Sage was suspended and sent to a juvenile detention center for several months. After his release, he had been involved with a few of the local drug dealers were just a few months later he was put back into juvie over drug possession. Once he was released the second time Sage decided to let things cool off for a while. During this time Sage's foster parents were no longer legally bound to keep track of him. He was emancipated and free from his parental guide. Though this did not stop the pair from keeping in contact with the other. Sage managed to eventually get a decent job and apartment in another part of California away from his old school. After settling in over the summer Sage went back to school for his last year, this time staying on a decent path away from drugs and other illegal activities.

Not long after starting school he started to make actual friends, though he still kept most of himself secret from these friends. Not wanting to talk about his past if he can help it.

Over the next few years until now Sage has been able to maintain his secrets and hide his past life successfully. He lives in a house now and has several pets that he's very close with. When he's not doing things along with the band he usually is making gaming videos for youtube/Twitch. Of which he has quite a following, even before that band started getting fame. His channel has been running successfully for years.

➥Education: Highschool ➥Who were they in school? (class clown, mean girl, etc.): Distant loner type, mostly. ➥Occupation: Musician, Drummer  ➥Occupation they wanted as a child: Violinist ➥Socioeconomic level growing up: Below Average ➥Socioeconomic level now: Average ➥Living conditions growing up: Somewhat harsh ➥Living conditions now: Well enough ➥Criminal Record: Arrested for theft when he was 15, Assaulting someone, Drug possession

⎨ Relationships ⎬

➥Parents: Sasha Pavlov ( Father ), Tatiana Razen ( Mother ), They are Dead ➥Siblings: None ➥Significant Others: ➥Best Friends: ➥Friends: ➥Rivals: ➥Enemies: ➥Pets: Socrates ( Cat ) Aristotle ( Hamster ) Artemis ( Hamster ) Caligula ( Dog ) Elagabalus ( Cat ) 

⎨ Let’s Get Physical ⎬

➥Character’s Build: Lean, Athletic

➥Height: 5'11" ➥Weight: 131 ➥Hair Colour: Dark red ➥Eye Colour: Greenish blue ➥Body Modifications: Piercings ➥Scars/Birthmarks: Bullet scar on abdomen, Vicious scar on left shoulder and partially on neck, Freckles ➥Tattoos: Right Arm, Front left shoulder area, Scarification along right left side of his body. ➥Restrictions: Can't eat blueberries ( allergic ), seasonal allergies, Sunlight ➥Physical or Mental Illnesses: Photodermatitis (Sun Poisoning)

➥Addictions:

⎨ The Juicy Stuff ⎬

➥Quirks/Other:

➥ Still sleeps with his favorite childhood stuffed animal ➥ Always seems to be injured in some way, whether it be a small paper cut or bruise, or something more significant ➥ Energy Drink obsessed ➥ Slightly Narcoleptic ➥ Watches old PBS/Nick Jr shows ➥ Plays with small random objects when concentrating ➥ Carries writing/reading items with him everywhere ➥ Can repeat scenes from Movies and Shows he's seen before, even if he hasn't seen them in a long time ➥ Almost always listening to music when not actively socializing with others ➥ Talks to Plants and Animals, jokingly seen as talking to these two things more than actual people ➥ Great with technology ➥ Mumbler ➥ Always has a book with him ➥ Fidgets when nervous ➥ Sings in the shower ➥ Owns every gaming system ➥ Collects random rocks he finds ➥ Will throw things if you piss him off ➥ Will play with children's toys if not given/having anything else to do ➥ Tells people he has killed another person before. But he hasn't. ➥ Doesn't know how to swim

➥Likes/Dislikes: ❤❤❤Likes: Roleplaying, Comic Books, Collecting actions figures, Animals, Zoo's, Museums, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Grapes, Peaches, The color black, Going on walks alone, Space, Peanuts, Walnuts, Pistachios, Cartoons/Anime, Video games, Marvin The Martian, Donald Duck, Aliens, Gushers ( Fruit Snack), Candy, Lemonade, Apple Juice, Root Beer, Boardgames, Insects, Mythology, Booty Call  ☣ ☣ ☣Dislikes: People who think they have him all figured out, Reptiles, Pushovers, Outright Liars, Religion, Politics, The Sun, People who limit their gaming experiences by arguing one side is better than the other, Getting dirty, Being sexualized, Constantly being hit on, Getting sick, Being cut off when talking, Social Media, Constantly being touched, Awkward moments, Having to do math, Being arrested, Overbearing Fangirls,

Extras:

➥Vice: Sloth, Wrath ➥Virtue: Chastity, Patience ➥MBTI/Enneagram: INTP-A / 8w7 ( 5 ) ➥Alignment: ➥Hogwarts/Ilvermorny House: ➥Element/Signs: Aries ➥Character Links: Aesthetics ➥Character Tropes: Kick Me Cute Kitten Oral Fixation Libation for the Dead Redhead In Green Smoking is GlamorousWhile Rome Burns All Drummers Are Animals Batter Up Blanket Fort Half-Identical Twins Good Old Fisticuffs Genre Savvy Beware The Quiet Ones Fight Clubbing My Fist Forgives You Sarcastic Clapping Guyliner Precious Puppy You Are Not Alone

Anthems

Why Worry

Sarcasm

In The City

We are Young

I'd Rather Drown

Never Surrender

Control(hehe)

[stimmyvillainarchive]

I don’t steal gifs

Despite how angry I am and how much I wanna cry stressed and angry tears I’m gonna be as mature about this as possible because being an ass isn’t gonna get me anywhere. But I will warn of a rant at the end because I think I deserve it.

So namedrop cause they namedropped me. (and no this is NOT an invitation to go and send them hate and shit. Seriously if you do that block me right fucking now.) calmstim and snotstim are accusing me of stealing and reposting their gifs with no proof whatsoever. Awhile back snotstim came on anon and accused me of this and didn’t follow it up with anything. Didn’t try to talk to me about it. Didn’t ask me to unblock them and discuss it like an adult should. I brushed it off because whatever. I know I didn’t steal anything. So I have nothing to worry about.

Now they’re freaking out because I’ve made gifs from videos they too have made gifs from. Again; not talking to me about it. I never told them to piss off or that I refused to talk about it. They had every chance to ask me to unblock them via logging out and going on anon, but they didn’t. If they had talked with me about it, despite any opinions I may have had about them, I’d respect them enough as a person to try and come to a conclusion. I can be an ass but I wouldn’t do it solely because I wanna be petty. And I can understand the paranoia of worrying about your content being stolen. As an artist that worries me and as an artist I’ve had my content stolen/reposted/uncredited/etc.

One thing I wanna point out in particular is that calmstim accused me of stealing a moon bath bomb gif, reposting it, and not giving credit.

This was a “my bad” on my part. I made a gif of the same video. I had had that video in my bookmarks for a long time before I decided to go on a giffing spree and get it done.

http://stimmyvillain.tumblr.com/post/163231705263/onyx-stimboard-dont-remove-my-caption <-- this is where I forgot to place credit for myself. I apologize for not crediting myself as it’s just given them fuel for their anger.

http://stimmyvillain.tumblr.com/post/162096229153/golden-slumber-bath-bomb-kink-blogs-dont <-- this is where I originally posted my gifset of it. I was actually surprised soon after posting it to see calmstim’s version of the video on my dash. (This was a rather long time ago, so I don’t remember who reblogged it or when.)

I won’t go and disprove every gif being accused of being stolen as original. Since it’d get repetitive. But I will say a few things.

1. calmstim and snotstim never gave proof that these were the same files. They just screenshotted my posts and continued with their false callouts. 

2. Absolutely NO ONE is commenting on the fact I have made many, many, MANY gifsets. AND that I’ve been making gifsets ever since I started this blog. And of course there’s a reason why: there’s nothing wrong with them. They were properly credited and that was that. And to this day no one complains about many gifsets I make.

So if I make original content all the time... What point would I have to steal the content of blogs I don’t like?

And furthermore on that last comment, why would I steal something from people I don’t like? Why would I admit to myself that “oh I’m not good enough to make gifsets of these videos so I’ll just steal ‘em!” I mean I have self image issues. But if there’s something I can respect myself in is knowing that stealing is wrong and that I don’t need to imitate people I don’t like. That would just make me hate myself more. That makes no sense.

3. Do calmstim and snotstim own any of the videos they’ve giffed that they’re accusing me of stealing? No. Is it copyrighted that prevents me and other individuals from giffing it? No.

And on that note as well, I’m sure they have gifs made from videos THEY’VE made themselves. Why wouldn’t I steal them? If I was stealing a bunch of their content already, why set limits? In their eyes I apparently don’t give a damn about any wrongdoing so why try to cover my tracks if it’s “so obvious”?

Because I didn’t steal it. I have no reason to.

4. I can show you all EXACTLY how I make my gifs. I’m sure maybe even a few of you out there remember when I was asking around if somebody knew of an alternative way to make gifs as, at the time, my ingur gif-maker stopped working and any of the imgur staff I contacted did nothing to help. So I needed a new way. stimmybby (don’t dare mess with them for this they didn’t do anything wrong and they aren’t involved) came to me and said they had a tutorial for how to do it! So I do it the same way stimmybby does! I do it like this --> http://stimmybby.tumblr.com/post/155515895053/stimmy-gif-tutorial

I also make all my gifs 230x240. That’s the sizing on all my gifs. The only ones that aren’t like that are a couple of my first gifsets where I was trying to get the hang of things and figure out how to gif things properly. Those may be bigger or smaller.

I know EXACTLY how to make my own content. I am going to be making gifsets on my art/edit blog. Because I like giffing things.

So if I can make it myself... What reason would I have to steal from somebody else.

I’m a person trying to get their name out there. I’m trying to be an artist and a game creator. Doing shit like this would RUIN my reputation. And if I did it then rightfully so. But I didn’t because 1. that would go against my morals/self rules. 2. That’s just straight up shitty and I try to be a decent person. And 3. I don’t support or like snotstim or calmstim so reposting their content would just straight up be saying “everything they make it automatically BETTER than mine and I have no reason to try and do something for myself and accept these people are better than me.”

I wouldn’t do that. Not because I’m petty, no. It’s because I have at least that much self respect and respect for them simply for people that I’d know that wouldn’t be fair to them or me. I may not like them, but I’m not gonna do something to stress them out or hurt them or commit wrong to them simply because I can. I’m no bully. I don’t play like that.

5. With all that said, EVERYONE is absolutely FINE with these adults dragging me-a TEENAGER that has done my best to AVOID them because I’m trying to be mature and avoid conflict-through the mud with no solid evidence.

Which, btw, their followers are having a field day with this.

This one’s my favorite. Which, btw, after this post and all those asks have been screencapped, everyone’s getting IP blocked. If you don’t have the human decency to speak to me like a person then you’re not worth my time.

Which, speaking of picking on a minor, I hope you’re happy cause I was on the verge of having a panic attack in the car with my mom there who was not prepared to handle that.

But after this, I have no reason to speak to these people. They’ve had chances to treat me like a person and took none of them. I blocked them from the start because I felt they were bullies. And this situation proves my point. They called me out on something I didn’t do with no evidence I did it and their followers just... Believed it. No questions asked. I’m declared scum for making my own content.

And the ONLY thing I did that is even remotely close to what they’re accusing me of is if I see a gifset I like, but I do not like the person, then I save the VIDEO for me to gif LATER so I can enjoy the content without feeling unsafe because my comfort is important. I made this blog for MY comfort because I’m a mentally ill person who has to struggle to keep from self harming and who has to struggle with not killing themselves.

I didn’t come here to have people make me feel this horrible for something I did not do. I was having a great day I spent with my girlfriend and now it’s ruined because I’m gonna have to fight the voice in my head telling me that even if I do nothing I ruin everything.

This is why I avoided these people in the first place. To prevent this from happening. Clearly I was wrong.

And no, this rant isn’t for pity. I didn’t want your pity before and I don’t want it now. But I am emotional right now because of the things I described and I feel like an idiot because last night I dared allowed myself to feel safe and happy and I feel like I can’t trust any positive emotions I feel because of shit like this.

This rant isn’t for pity. I’m hoping this rant will just make you consider listening to to the smaller voices. I’m no big name stim blog who has thousands of people to listen to whatever I say and believe it. I’m just a kid trying to do something healthy for themselves and giffing is something that I find phenomenally relaxing. And I’m going to continue doing it. And unless you have footage of me stealing their gifs then you have no right to try and stop me from doing something that is not wrong.

If I do something wrong, I ask people to point it out to me. As a white person I want someone to point out if I did something racist so I can learn from my mistakes and unlearn racism. As a man I want someone to point out if I did something sexist so I can learn from my mistakes and unlearn sexism. As an able-bodied person I want somone to if I did something ableist so I can learn from my mistakes and unlearn ableism. So I’d want the same if I stole something. But I didn’t do anything except make my own gifs and now I’m being punished for it. If I’m mature enough to accept I’m just as capable of doing bigoted things as anyone else, then I’m mature enough to accept if I stole something.

But I didn’t. And I demand to be treated like a person or I have nothing to say to you and nothing to do with you.

And for that matter if you’d like to talk about this calmly and maturely, I’d be fine with that. Everyone else who’d rather throw names and tell me I’m lower than scum will be met with a block because you are not worth my time, patience, or energy. Enough of that has been wasted on this because I’m constantly struggling with the feeling that I destroy and ruin everything I come into any form of contact with. And this situation didn’t do anything to help me out.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I probably need to go cry out these overflowing emotions I’m feeling. But before I end this I’m going to emphasize this because the tumblr community needs to be told this.

Absolutely DO NOT go and harass anyone mentioned here. I don’t care how you think of them. You send anything that’s harmful or even slightly shitty then I don’t want anything to do with you because you’re a giant hypocrite and you’ve ignored everything I just said and I want no part in your company.

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Criminal (Part 3)

Part Three

Reading List: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: AU where Bucky is part of the white collar crime division of the Brooklyn police and you're a well known thief that he's had in his sights for years but has never caught. What happens when you get in too deep and have to turn to the one person who's been longing to lock you away for as long as he's been after you?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,107-ish Warning:  Angst, violence and language.

A/N: I decided to try a little something new with this chapter and toss in Bucky’s POV. Not sure if I’ll continue to that do that the chapters to come. Let me know what you think! Next chapter things will really start to heat up!

Previous tonight when you made an exodus from your loft you had been too worried about the fact that pissed off Irishmen were trying to break down your door then why they were there in the first place. You had done nothing to get on the wrong side of the Irish so why had they given you such a rude awakening? Going to one of the few places you trusted you sat in a booth at a local diner with the hood pulled up over your head to cover your hair and obscure your features. You knew it was unlikely they would look for you here but you weren’t that far from the loft so there was that small chance they would increase their search radius.

While in the diner having a cup of far too strong coffee was when you saw it. The news was showing a scene from a local card game, the door of the building was broken and there were bodies covered with black police tarps. It was the same card game Dimitri had wanted you to rob but you hadn’t been anywhere near that building, you had turned down the job. “We’ve gotten word that this is the work of a local thief known as The Phoenix. A calling card was left on the scene which is the same as what has been found at many other robberies but this is the first time there is a body count. We’re told the BPD will be releasing a sketch of the woman in question later today. If you have any information please call our toll free number listed at the bottom of the screen.” Your blood ran cold and time seemed to slow down as your brain fought to process the information which had just been placed before you.

Killing people was never part of your MO and you always did your best to avoid unnecessary risks on a job. Every life mattered and no one should loss theirs over something someone wanted more than they did. On occasion you had to knock people out but never had you killed anyone, you might be a thief but you weren’t a murder, everyone knew that. Everyone other than the Irish and the BPD anyway. Pulling your cell phone from your pocket you hit redial on the number Dimitri had called you from the other day but your world came crashing down at the tone which came back to you, the automated voice informing you that your call could not be completed as dialed, please hang up, check the number and try again. If you were anyone else you would worry about someone tracking your phone but you were smarter than that and had a friend write a program to keep anyone from being able to track you.

The feeling of being numb quickly wore off as anger took over, you had refused to do a job and Dimitri had framed you for it anyway. He had to have known you would say no because the card game was a day earlier than he originally said and he had your calling card. Why would the Russian’s do something that could start a mob war? And then you realized the answer, if the blame fell on you there would be no war because the Irish would think you had acted alone. Though you always had a benefactor and everyone you worked with knew that, there were very few jobs you ever did for yourself and the one in question was not one of them.

“Can I get you anything else sweetie?” The grandma like waitress asked you as she stopped by your table. A small smile pulled at your lips for the first time tonight, you were grateful for her kindness and she seemed to radiate warmth.

“A slice of apple pie please and then I’ll get out of your hair.” The older woman patted you on the arm as if she knew that was something you needed right now and you were so appreciative for the small amount of human contact. As she walked away to get your pie you looked up the number for the BPD precinct knowing if it was a case involving you Detective Barnes was either at the scene or at the station and you hadn’t seen him in the short news clip so it was likely he was at the station. The Chief of Police was probably grilling him on how he allowed this to happen since he was the Detective assigned to your case.

As you wait for your pie you can’t help but drum your fingers against the vinyl covered table top, you weren’t impatient by any means you were just very nervous and wound up. The feeling of safety that the dinner possessed seemed to be slipping farther and farther away by the minute. There were very limited people you could turn to since most that ran in your circle wouldn’t hesitate to hand you over to the Irish no matter what you had done for them in the past, not that you could really blame them. Loyalty had it’s limits in this line of work.

The plate of pie was placed on your table and your waitress gave you another warm smile before she moved to check on another table. After a night like tonight you really needed a slice of pie and that sort of friendly smile because you weren’t sure when the next time you were going to see such a smile would be. Digging into the sugary concoction there was an explosion of flavor which came with your first bite. Not knowing when you next meal would be, you probably should have opted for something with more protein and sustenance but you needed comfort food right now.

It wasn’t long before the pie was completely devoured and you were staring at one contact in your phone. A contact you shouldn’t even have and yet you did. After Detective Barnes had so rudely began grilling people in your life, you had become snooping into his and gained his personal cell number thanks to a techy friend. Pressing the little phone button and initiating the call would change everything, were you ready for the fall out it could cause? What if didn’t believe you? Those were chances you were going to have to take because you had no other options and very few friends and alliances now. Licking the last bit of apple pie filling from the fork you finally bit the bullet and pressed the called button.

For a moment you don’t think he’s going to answer, it’s the early hours of the morning, he’s likely at work and it’s an unknown number but all you have left is hope.

Bucky’s POV

The precinct had been a mad house since the call came in. Patrol officers had been the first on the scene and the description they gave was one of vivid and gory detail before homicide had arrived. What he hadn’t expected was the calling card that was left at the scene. It didn’t make any scene but the moment that evidence had been logged and the chief was back at the station he and Steve were both called into the office the door being slammed closed and the blinds being pulled closed. “How did this happen? The two of you have been on this case for close to a year, no leads, no capture and now she’s not only stolen but killed many in the Irish mob! How the hell did you allow this to happen?”

The chief’s face was blood red a vein in his forehead pulsing under the skin as he glared at James and Steve from across the desk. The business like card with a single lipstick print was flung  across the desk in an evidence baggy, the wrinkles of the print making it look like the card was kissed by fire itself. It didn’t make any sense to him that The Phoenix would steal let alone kill someone of any mob, it wasn’t her MO and yet this was her calling card. Lifting the bag for a closer inspection something seemed a bit off with it, the lip marks were almost too perfect. “You told me that you were making head wave on this case! This is not what I call head wave!” Despite the chief’s words his eyes were glued to the evidence bag and the card within.

“You’ve seen her Barnes and  you’re going to meet with a sketch artist. I’ve allowed the two of you to make enough of a mess of this. Rogers, Barnes, you’re off the case since it seems the two of you had no idea what you were dealing with. It’s been handed off to homicide along with all your case files.” James’ eyes snapped up at those words, this couldn’t be happening? He was just getting a break in the case on The Phoenix and now it was being taken from him? Anger burned within him.

Steve put his hand on James’ arm trying to get him to calm down, “This has been my case from the start! I was the first person to even tie her robbers together before she started using a calling card! She might be brazen in what she takes but this isn’t her style, she avoids hurting people at all…”

“That’s enough Barnes!” The rage in his chief’s voice told him he had crossed a line, “One more word Barnes, just one and instead of being off the case, you’ll be suspended! You will not follow any leads, you will not look at any of the files or ask questions of those on the case, you’ll give a description for a sketch and that is it. Stay out of the way, both of you or I’ll have your badges. Dismissed.” His voice was final as both James and Steve left the office Steve looking defeated and James looked infuriated.

“Bucky I know you well enough to know you don’t want to drop this but you need to. This isn’t our case anymore, white collar crime is ours, homicide is a whole other department.” That gave James no reassurance as he moved to his desk and fell into the chair his metal fist slamming against the desk causing those around to look towards him.

It took him a few rings before he realized his cell phone was ringing. His brow furrowed not recognizing the number but he answered anyway, “James Barnes.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end until a feminine voice began to speak. The edge of sensuality still clung to it but there was fear as well, “I know what I’m being accused of and I didn’t do it. I don’t kill people, nothing is that important to me.” Her voice was low as if she were whispering as she spoke. There was such sincerity in her voice which he hadn’t expected.

Glacier like hues roamed over those nearby hoping no one suspected the phone call he had just entered into. Why would anyone suspect such a thing though? The idea of a criminal calling an officer for anything other than a taunt was unheard of. “Something is that important to someone doll and it’s important enough to drag you into it. I’ve been chasing you for a long time and in that time I’ve never seen a job you pulled where you hurt anyone and I’ve never known you to steal from the mob.” His voice was low keeping his conversation lowkey. “That doesn’t mean that people don’t change though and maybe this time it was important enough to kill over.”

Silence once more filled the line, he wanted to trust her but her life and how she lived was built on lies and misdirection. “Meet me tonight and I’ll explain everything I can. I know that you have no reason to trust me but you’re the only person who’s figured out jobs even I had forgotten that I’ve pulled. You know me better than you can imagine and I know despite your words, you don’t believe I did this. I’ll see you at Sin-Sation at nine o’clock. If I see any cops including your partner I’m gone. The people who are framing me, they have a far reach and even if they didn’t we both know the Irish have cops on their payroll and would love to get to me as soon as possible.” There was some sort of sound in the background that he couldn’t make out before the line went dead. Now he had a choice, he could trust a criminal or he could turn her in. Police custody wouldn’t save her from the Irish and regardless of if she did it or not they thought they did and they would find a way to kill her to send a message.

Tag List: @archerassassin @winter-in-wakanda @voltronmullet

A/N: I have the feeling I’m missing someone I was supposed to have tagged, I’m so sorry! Please message me and I’ll get you added to the tag list I promise!!! <3