#same throg.

[lunamochii]

"We were just getting to the good part.." // rafayel x f!reader

cw // unprotected seggs, face riding, continuation of part 1

special mention to @duckydinglers here's your part two😆

You were woken up by your sleep when you heard your door on your bedroom slowly opening, while sitting up you brought your hand to your eyes and softly rubs it before slowly opening them

"Rafayel?"

His name slip out from your lips and you heard a quite hum as he sat down on your bed.

"You can continue sleeping. I'll just go prepare the foods I brought with me."

"Mhm... but you seem to have forgotten something?"

You said and he looks at you with a mischievous grin on his lips. His hand immediately rested on your cheeks and you rup your face on his warm palm

"It's usually me who does this. Oh well, you look cute anyways."

His thumb rubs your lower lip and softly tugs on it as he leans in and gave you a sweet passionate kiss. Your hands immediately fiding their rightful place on behind his neck, and he pulled you closer to him by pulling you on your waist. His other free hand making it's way up to your dress, your breath beginning to quicken

"I remember... you aren't wearing anything.."

You let out a moan when his hand squeeze your ass, his lips trails down towards your neck as he leave marks. Your hands tangled on to his hair

"Sit on my lap"

You did what he told you and his arms immediately wrap around your waist as he began kissing you fervently. Feeling yourself getting turn on again, you began to rub yourself on him and that earn you a groan from him.

"You were so lewd during our call.. I actually..."

"What is it?"

He trails off from his word and looks away from you. You place both of your palms on his face and guided his gaze back to you

You ask softly and his gaze goes from your eyes, lips then to your eyes again.

"I... I wanna taste you..."

His ears and cheeks are almost the same shade of red and you can't help but laugh softly before giving him a quick kiss on the lips on which he chase your lips when you move away

"Okay... take me 'Yel.."

His breath hitch as he manhandles you on the bed. You lay on your back as he spread your legs he felt himself shiver at the sight of your wet cunt. His adams apple bobbing up and down as his trembling fingers reach for your wetness and swipe it up, his eyes observing your reactions.

"H-Hurry..."

"I want to paint you naked.."

He whispers before laying on the center of your parted legs, his face dangerously close to your wet cunt. He inhales your scent and he swears he felt his cock throg. He began kissing your thighs, leaving marks on there too. Your breath began to quicken as you look at him through hooded eyes.

His gaze lifts up and meet yours as he let his tongue roll out from his mouth and slowly began to lap at your juices. Your legs threaten to close but he let out a growl and grip on your thighs tightly and fully close the gap from his mouth and to your pussy.

"Rafayel!"

You scream his name and your body began to tremble at how intense his eating you out. Tongue inside you as he curls it and thrust it in and out. Your hand flew to your mouth trying to drown your moans but he slap your thighs making you jolt, you look down again and his glaring at you. As if his saying that you shouldn't stop yourself on moaning.

"Let me *kiss* hear it *kiss*"

He gave your clit few kisses before taking all of you inside his mouth, your feet grip on the sheets when his tongue began to flick on your clit. Chanting his name, you couldn't help but hold on to his hair and began to grind your cunt on his face.

Rafayel loves how you began riding him but he wants more. He wants to fully see how you tremble. Moving away from you, he was met by your confuse look but he only chuckles as he move up and lay on your side.

He didn't let you finish and began kissing you, hard, you tasted yourself on his kiss. His fingers drawing circles on your clit as he lay on his back. He broke the kiss and look at you intently

"Rafa-"

"Sit on me."

"What are you...

"Sit on my face, baby."

You blush madly on what he said that you moved slowly, Rafayel rolled his eyes and tug on your wrist kissing it

"Hurry. I don't like waiting."

You bit your lower lip and began to lower yourself towards his face, once your cunt is just right above his mouth, he pulled you down and you let out a gut wretching moan. His hand rest on top of your thighs as he ravage your pussy with his mouth.

You held on to your headboard and began grinding once again, his hands traveled up to your waist and starts to caress it. You can't help it but close your legs with his in between when he keeps on giving you few slaps on your ass.

He suck all your juices, lick the juices that trickles on the side. You were eventually a crying mess above him, your gaze met his and begging for him to just let you cum.

"Don't cum yet."

"I c-can't- please!"

"You're so cute when you beg but too bad I won't let you.."

You threw your head back when he slid two fingers inside you and thrust it fast, his tongue on your clit. You can feel all your strength leaving your body. Your whole body fell on the bed but he quickly moves and raise your waist up, your legs on his shoulders as he lap on your pussy.

"Fuck... you taste so good..."

"N-No more! Rafayel!"

You grip hard on your hair as your body began to shake and he can feel already that you're going to cum soon. He curse through his breath and put you down as he frantically unbuckle his belt and push his pants together with his undergarment down and pulled you close to him by your ankles.

He slam his way inside you and you broke into sobs as he began to fuck you hard. His teeth grazing your neck as his cock fucks you with no mercy.

"Oh god!! Too much... s'too much Yel!"

"I love you, I love you.."

Your legs wrap around his waist, hands around his neck. He captured your lips again and kisses you sloppily. You can hear your bed creaking but your too fuck to care. He moans your name so passionately that you ended up clenching him inside.

"Fuuuuuuck~ you like it huh? Like it when I moan your name against your ear.."

"Shut up. Just give it to me... fill me up.."

He snickered and press your legs towards your chest, he smirk seeing your fuck out face. He began to thrust faster and harder, that when he felt you clench again he curse loudly and spilled his cum inside you. Which you followed, he thrust slowly riding you both from your high.

"Go to sleep. We still have a long day tomorrow."

When done he slowly pull his cock out, your legs plopping down on the bed as he lay on your side and pulled you close towards him. You snuggled closer to him as he pulls your one hand softly and let it rest on his cheeks. He kiss the crown of your head before softly humming.

[lokiinmediasideblog]

I know it's not in the movie, only in the script, but I think about this a lot (And if people get to act like Throg is MCU cannon bc I just saw that and it annoyed me, I can indulge in this vibe-based post). It positions Loki as a royal advisor rather than a prince. It's just so weird to have the spare as a royal advisor (with all the risks of fratricide), and it suggests Loki was treated very differently than Thor. A post I re-blogged made me think about this again. And the W4 expect and depend on Loki to talk Thor out of things while also perceiving him as distrustful for that same dependence and proximity to Thor. Not to mention the disbelief everyone seems to have over Loki getting the throne when Thor's away ( Sif was about to attack him but was held back from doing so; got away scot-free; and like that's FAR from the equivalent of "flogged for looking at Loki the wrong way"). He's never publicly announced (which makes his claim shakier and opens him up to suspicion), and that Frigga acts like Loki will just hand over the throne to Thor when he comes back.

[kaminocasey]

As Luck Would Have It Part 3

Summary: Three years go by. You're now the head of Fisk Industries and you have a run in with Spider-Man. Old feelings get dragged up.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker x Queenpin!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; Angst, guns, knives, Smut, Oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), rough sex

A/N: Ah, here we are. Last (?) part (I may do an epilogue ch)! I really love Peter B Parker so much it's actually insane. I think I'll spend the rest of my days wishing he was real. (pics from pinterest)

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Three Years Later…

Mary Jane Watson. That’s the woman sitting across from Peter right now. She’s pretty, has a good sense of humor, and isn't an assassin… She ticks all of Peter’s mental boxes. 

But he knows he’s not going to call this woman again. Not that there was anything wrong with her… She just isn’t you. You were his best friend, the love of his life, and his entire world. He knows he can’t recreate that with just anyone. 

When Peter gets home, the same home that the two of you shared, he takes off his tie (the tie you got him for your 5th anniversary) and goes and sits on the couch, turning on the local news. Immediately, a high speed chase catches his eye. Perhaps this is what he needs to get his mind off of you again. A distraction. 

That’s how he’s gotten by the last three years. Distraction after distraction. He throws himself into being Spider-Man even more than he used to. It’s what keeps him sane. It’s what keeps him going. 

He’s not afraid to admit that he let himself go mentally and physically the first two and a half years but now… he’s gotten back into the swing (ha, get it?) of things again. He’s proud of the progress he’s made. Peter is already out the fire escape, mask on, swinging toward the commotion down near Throgs Neck Bridge. If he’s lucky, he can catch them in time and stop them from even hitting the bridge. 

You have no idea how the hell you even managed to end up in this fucking predicament. You don’t do car chases anymore. And you sure as hell don’t chase after thieves. But here you are, on your bike, chasing after Johnny’s cousin Mike. The idiot who stole 3.5 million dollars from you after he thought you weren’t treating him fair enough. He apparently thought you’d be a pushover and that you’d just let it slide. That was his mistake. 

Mike is on the bike in front of you, while Johnny is in the SUV behind you, prepared to take Mike down if he has to. You’re pretty sure he’s going to get caught in traffic on Throgs Neck Bridge before you all hit Queens. 

A place you haven’t been in three years… 

Shaking your head, you refuse to think about it. To think about him.

“Do you see him?” Johnny’s voice is in your ear piece.

Him? 

Oh. Mike. Duh.

“Yeah, I’m closing in on him.” You reply, smirking as you pull your gun out, aiming it. 

Out of nowhere, you hear a ‘thwip’ and your gun is being pulled away from you midair. 

“What the fuck?” You look around. 

That’s when you see him. The red suit… Of course he’d be here.

“Goddammit.” You ride near the rail, almost hitting it, clearly distracted. 

You kick away from it and speed ahead a little bit. 

“I think the Spider is here.” Johnny’s voice fills your helmet again. 

“Yeah, no shit.” You grunt, pulling your bike over to take him on if you have to. “Take care of Mike. I’ll handle this.”

“You sure-” 

“Don’t question me. Go.” You bark. 

“Got it.” Johnny’s SUV speeds past you toward Mike and you pull out your knife, prepared to take on Spider-Man. 

As if he was waiting for you, he drops down from the top of the bridge, releasing the webbing from his wrist, tilting his head. You take your helmet off and rest it on your bike. 

“Long time no see…” He seems nervous.

That voice… Unfortunately, it makes your stomach do somersaults and you feel like you could throw up. 

“Well, Parker… I wish I could say it’s a pleasure.” You glare, trying your best to hide your discomfort. 

“You say that like your last name isn’t also Parker.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Haven’t been a Parker in a long time.” You stare at him.

He chuckles. “You look good.”

“I know.” 

You can feel him sizing you up and then he looks down and sees the knife in your hand. 

“You planning on using that?” He asks, planting his hands on his hips.

The same hips you used to wrap your legs around… 

Jesus. Get a grip.

“If I have to.” You shrug, smirking.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“And I’d rather you let me pass so I can handle my business.”

“Your business? The one you inherited from the guy you put into a coma?” “I think you mean ‘we’.” You tilt your head. 

“Sweetheart, you’re the one who shot him. Not me.” He shakes his head.

Your chest tightens at him calling you ‘sweetheart’ and you know you shouldn’t allow that. 

“Don’t call me that.” You step toward him. 

He puts his hands up in defense. “My bad. You prefer Queenpin?”

“That guy stole over 3 million dollars from me… I have to get it back.” You roll your shoulders slightly.

It’s been a minute since you’ve had to fight someone yourself. But you’re pretty sure it’s like riding a bike. Once you throw a punch, everything else will come back to you… You think. 

What if your body betrays you and won’t let you fight him?

Peter says your name and you nearly stop, afraid that your thought process might be right. Unfortunately, you know if you don’t do this, no one will take you seriously from now on. You’ve worked too hard to get where you’re at to throw it all away for Peter again.

“I have to.” You shake your head.

And then you throw your knife, knowing he’d be able to dodge it. It lands in a car behind him as he dodges it, just as you expected he would. Then you throw a punch, which he unfortunately catches so you rear back and spin and kick him in the chest, sending him flying into the side of a Prius. Which you can’t help but chuckle at.

“That yours?” You smirk.

He chuckles. “I wish. It handled that better than a bike would. Great on gas too.” 

You hate that he can still make you smile even after you shattered each other’s hearts. 

“Jesus, you really do talk too much.” You start to get frustrated.

More with yourself than him.

“You never said that when we used to-” 

You run at him and jump, landing with your thighs around his neck, spinning him so he lands on the ground with an ‘oof’. 

He’s breathless as he tries to talk again. “Have to say… missed these thighs suffocating me…”

Christ… That shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. 

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” You squeeze your thighs around his neck, trying to knock him out.

He says your name again and without meaning to, you let go of him, kicking him away from you, making him stumble. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, his voice soft enough to make you want to cry. 

“I think you and I both know it’s a little too late for that, Peter.” You murmur. 

With a shake of your head, you run back toward your bike, throwing your helmet on and speeding away. You just need to get away from this bridge… Away from him. 

Peter watches you go. He wants nothing more than to stop you and beg for you back. To tell you he made a huge mistake. He knows that you taking over for Fisk is his own fault. He should’ve been there for you… He shouldn’t have run away… 

Before he even realizes he’s doing it, he’s following you over the bridge toward the Bronx. If he could just… talk to you… one on one. Preferably without trying to kill each other. Maybe he could fix things… 

When you get back to your apartment in the Bronx, you do everything you can to not break down and cry.

Instead, you call Johnny for an update. 

“Money is secured. Mike is being dealt with.” Johnny replies.

You can hear Peter in your head to not kill Mike… that you’re better than that.

“Boss?” Johnny speaks into the silence when you don’t reply. 

Ugh. Goddammit, Peter…

“Turn him over to the NYPD. He can be their problem.” You sigh. 

“Boss… I don’t think-” Johnny starts but you snap at him.

“I don’t pay you to think, now do I?” There’s venom in your tone. But also exhaustion.

“Right. Consider it done.” Johnny clicks off and you toss your phone onto your bed, beginning to pace. 

Every word that was said between you and Peter starts to replay in your mind. Every touch, every chuckle, everything. It made you feel alive again, despite the heartache of it all. 

Would there ever be a possibility of you and Peter finding your way back to each other again one day? Maybe when you’re both gray and too old to be doing this shit anymore… Until then-

The sliding of your window pulls you out of your thoughts and you immediately pull your gun out and point it at the intruder. 

“Woah woah, hey! Just me.” Peter sits halfway in the windowsill, his hands up in surrender.

You don’t put your gun down until he takes off his mask, one handed, still keeping the other one up to let you know he’s not here to hurt you. It reminds you of when he’d come home through the window of your first apartment together and you try your best to push the memory out of your mind.

“You followed me?” You tuck away your gun in the back of your pants, shrugging off your leather jacket and tossing it into the chair in the corner of your room. 

He’s not subtle in the way his eyes rake over your form in your black t-shirt and tighter fitting black jeans. It makes your burn hotter than you’d care to admit. 

“I did.” He admits freely, stepping into your apartment. “Almost scared the 12 cats of the lady right underneath you.” 

You can’t help but shrug. “That lady’s rude anyway. Always vacuuming in the middle of the night.” 

He lets out a huff of a laugh and for a very small moment, things feel like they used to. But that can’t last long, can it? 

“So what do you want Peter?” You stand six feet away from him, your hands on your hips.

He’s quiet for a moment, clearly thinking of what to say. You give him a moment before interrupting him.

“Look-”

“I’m sorry.” His words make you pause.

“What?” “I’m… so so… sorry.” Peter steps a foot closer to you. “I shouldn’t have left that day. I should’ve heard you out… tried to understand your reasoning for things. I’m just… beyond sorry.”

His words send that familiar ache throughout your body and you feel like you’re either going to cry or throw up. Hopefully neither, but who knows.

“Peter…” You whisper, never breaking eye contact with those warm brown eyes you’ve missed since the last day you saw them three years ago.

He cautiously crosses the rest of the gap and takes your hand. “Can I-”

Not bothering to let him finish his sentence, you crush your lips to his, grabbing onto the spider suit as much as you can. His arms circle around your waist, pulling you against him. It’s messy and both of you have tears falling as his tongue begs for entrance into your mouth. You grant him entrance by deepening the kiss, suddenly not able to get close enough. 

“Not gonna need this.” He pulls your gun out of the back of your pants and tosses it to the floor and starts to unbutton your jeans.

“Haven’t decided yet.” You smirk against his lips, kicking your boots off somewhere, making Peter chuckle. 

He groans softly once he has your pants down on the ground and quickly drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs around to the globes of your ass. He squeezes roughly before placing a kiss just above your pantyline. 

“Need to taste you again… please, baby.” He begs softly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “Been too fucking long.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that leaves your lips as you look down at your ex husband on his knees for you. Honestly, he’s never looked so good. 

When you used to have sex, you were more submissive but now… there’s definitely a noticeable dynamic change. It doesn’t seem like either one of you mind, though. 

“Can I please?” He whispers, begging for permission. 

You nod once and he wastes no time yanking your underwear down, tossing them away from your body, and diving his tongue right into your eager pussy. The sound he makes is just downright sinful, causing vibrations throughout your warmth. 

Fuck, how you missed this. 

“God, Peter…” You moan, running your fingers through his hair and gripping tightly. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He moans again and your hips buck against his tongue, the sounds of your soaked pussy filling the room. Unfortunately, your legs start to go weak. As if he can sense it, he pushes you back on your bed, his mouth never leaving your cunt. 

“Fuck…” He groans against you. “Better than I remember.”

When he pushes a finger into you, your back arches up off the bed and you look down at him with lust blown eyes. He’s smirking right up at you and you roll your eyes, both of you chuckling. It’s starting to feel like no time has passed. 

“Feel good?” He whispers, his free hand holding you down over your stomach so that you can’t go anywhere.

You nod, only being able to manage a whimper. 

“God you’re so tight.” He pushes a second finger in and you can feel your body starting to tense up, the desire for Peter coursing through your veins the way spider venom courses through Peter’s. “You think you can still take my cock?”

Your eyes roll back in your head at the way Peter speaks such dirty things to you. 

“I bet you can… can’t you, baby?” He practically coos before his lips and tongue attack your clit again at the same time that he curls his fingers inside of you, threatening to bring you to the edge. 

“I- I can.” You whisper. “Haven’t had anyone else since you.” 

He groans roughly at that and your body immediately goes white hot as you’re pushed completely over the mental cliff, coming loudly as your hands fly to his hair again, practically writhing on his face. 

It’s incredible that your body still reacts the same exact way to Peter as it used to. 

“Incredible. Fucking beautiful.” He moans before quickly sliding out of his suit and climbing into the bed with you as you pull yourself up to the pillows at the head of the bed. 

Peter’s lips find yours, causing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It’s been so long… you forgot what this felt like. You pull him down to you so that his long length slides along your pussy enough to make you both groan against each other’s lips. 

“God… it’s so hot.” He reaches between you and slaps your pussy a few times before dipping just the tip in. 

Your nails rake down Peter’s shoulders, your legs spreading eagerly for him. “Fuck me already.” 

“Impatient as always.” He smirks, resting his forehead against yours. “Good to know not much has changed.”

He looks down where he keeps dipping the head of his cock in and out, teasing you. 

“We have plenty of time to tease each other. Now is not the time.” You whine. 

“So you’re saying this is gonna happen again.” He teases. 

“Peter.” It comes out breathless as you give him a warning glare.

He moans. “God, I still love the way you say my name. Say it again, babygirl.”

He starts to slide his cock in further and all you can do is moan Peter’s name like it's a prayer to God himself. The stretch feels way too good, way better than you remember.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers breathlessly as he slides all the way in, bottoming out. 

You can’t help but clench around him. “I missed you.”

His large hands grip your thighs firmly, pushing them back to open you up more to him and you clench around his cock at the new angle. 

“Oh yeah… She remembers me.” He teases, referring to your pussy and the way it’s still made just for him.

“Jesus, Peter.” You roll your eyes, a soft breathless laugh leaving your lips before he kisses you lightly. 

“Tell me you didn’t miss this.” He laughs as he pulls out and then thrusts back in.

“I- I can’t.” You whisper against his lips. 

He continues pulling out and pushing back in, trying his best to savor the feeling, but you can tell he wants to lose control… to lose himself in you.

“Peter…” You moan to let him know it’s okay, that you’re not going anywhere. 

You can see the switch flip and he roughly shoves his cock back into you and buries his face in your neck, breathing you in with a low growl. As your hands find their way back in his hair, he ruts against you mercilessly, desperately. As if you could disappear again at any moment. 

“Fuck I love you…” His voice is raspy and low. “Never fucking stopped. Missed you so goddamn much.” 

All you can do is kiss him, a lump in your throat threatening to send you into a fit of tears. But he pulls away to look into your eyes, searching with a furrowed brow. He wants to know if you still love him, his thrusting never stopping or letting up. 

“Fuck Peter, I love you too.” The tears spill. “Of course I do.” 

Without a warning, his orgasm is ripped from him, coating your walls in that familiar come that you’ve missed more than words could even begin to describe. He growls against your lips as they collide with your own.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He lets out a breathless laugh after a moment, his chest heaving against yours.

“Don’t be.” You let out a laugh with him, still unable to quite believe Peter is in your bed with you. 

He stays hovering over you for a moment, his eyes squinting with delight just to be able to be looking at you and holding again. 

“God, you’re just as beautiful as the day we got married.” He whispers, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You roll your eyes and he grins, collapsing next to you. “You roll your eyes but I’m only telling the truth.”

“Shut up.” You push him onto his back, climbing on top of him and kissing him as he hands finding your hips. 

“Listen… I know we have a lot to discuss… but I’m in this. No matter what. If we have to keep our businesses separate…” He tries but you shake your head.

“That would never work…” You murmur, kissing down his chest, causing his back to slightly arch into your touch. “I’m giving it up. I’ll go work in actual publishing if I fucking have to.” 

He lets out a loud laugh. “Can we get a Prius?”

You groan. “Could you be any more annoying?” 

“Easily.” He winks. “Answer the question.”

You rest your head on his chest. “Fine. But I’m not selling my bike.” 

“I can live with that.” He pulls you back down to kiss you again and then rolls you over onto your back, already ready for round two. 

It’s going to take a lot of work, trust, and therapy… But you know that if you and Peter were able to find your way back to each other, you can find a way to make a better future. And as cheesy as it sounds, as long as you have each other, you know you’ll be okay. 

[redwoodlab]

Welcome to the first “part” of my “lab tour”. I use quotation marks becuase there’s no real parts or consistency to any of this! The closest family of Pokémon to my work area is the “Frog Family” which was a family of Greninja, Poliwrath, Poliwhirl and Frogadier until they gave birth to “twins”??? Greninja, the mother gave birth to Froakie and Poliwag at the same time, both being featured in this picture:

Their names are Throg and Frohgg 👍👍👍

[armulyn]

Four months ago, listening to dark and epic songs such as I See Fire and Battle Scars and with the Wingfeather Saga on the mind, I opened a doc and wrote, as you do, just to let off some steam. What came out was a weird amalgation of different AUs of the saga that I'd plow through five pages of each and then switch tacks.

None of them are complete, seeing as the Wingfeather Saga is so wonderfully (and infuratingly) written that any attempts to make things better usually end in the utter decimation of the plot, characters, and/or themes of the saga.

Now, a month and a half post my last edit to them, I decided quite elegantly and maturely, what the heck? and decided to try letting one out.

So, what if Artham actually did find the way back into the Deeps after finding the water from the First Well?

Fun fact, this is the 'The Warden and the Bear King' WIP from that ask game a while back.

[SPOILERS ABOUND. THROUGH BOOK 3 I THINK.]

Artham finds the cavern back into the deeps of Throg about two months after exiting, and rushes in without hesitation. Maybe it's the same one he left from, maybe it isn't, but either way it's twisting, unwieldy, and difficult to get the seed-husk of water from the First Well through unspilt. Hours he winds through passages, through burrows, and through endless doubts and shrieking voices warning him to go back.

He makes it to the dungeon eventually, and he freezes at the sight of it. Music is playing nearby— he'd thought he'd heard it ten minutes ago, but he'd told himself he was imagining it!— Sing the song the voices start, and against his will his lips start to move a bit... Terrified, he flees like mad, and he might have reached the surface once more had not a clatter from behind startled him.

He'd dropped the seed-husk.

Sprinting back, he frantically picks it back up, but nearly all the water has drained away, only a few drops left. He paws at it, trying to push the trickle of water back into the husk, the useless talons scraping awfully on the stone like nails on a blackboard. It's hopeless, so eventually he gathers his strength and tattered courage and presses on with what few drops he has left. He has to find Esben now, he tells himself, refusing the voices that press upon him at the name, for it is only a matter of time before he loses the rest of the water, the only thing that stands between him and utterly failing the High King yet again.

Back into the dungeon, closing his ears forcefully against the pulsing music, ducking behind cages when a Fang wanders through, searching for Esben. When he finds him, the king is in a newly reinforced cage, further back from the exit than it had been before. They've taken precautions, but precautions are nothing to a properly motivated Throne Warden, and the cage door cracks open within seconds.

"Esben," he chokes, and his brother starts. Esben's face is as he remembers it— bearded with fur, grey bubbled skin breaking out in patches, dazed pain in his eyes— but a wonder in them as well. "You... came back." he croaks, and Artham has to dash away tears to see the chains properly. He'll break them in a moment but first— "Aye," he says, "Now drink this."

He holds the battered seed husk gently to Esben's mouth. He watches carefully as his brother drinks the few drops eagerly— they probably haven't given him water for days, he fumes— and then leans back against the cage wall, exhausted by this small exertion. But there isn't time for rest or to wait until the water takes effect, and Artham hauls him to his feet. They stumble together from the cage, through the dungeon, Artham supporting almost all of Esben's weight, and thinking that if they happen to trip and fall then they would never manage to get up again. He prays with breath he can't spare that they won't trip.

Artham has always been tall, and his strength had been renowned in years past, but he has languished in a dungeon for— years, surely. He is stronger than Esben, but two months of frantic wandering, eating whatever he can and constantly moving hasn't improved his strength so much as his endurance. Thankfully, by the time the dungeon turns back into winding caverns and tunnels, Esben seems stronger, and can walk on his own. Neither of them speak in the pitch darkness, each moving as if in a dream with only each other to remind them they aren't. Artham holds tight to Esben's hand with his left arm, and the other wraps around Esben's side, even if his brother doesn't need his support any more. He doesn't want to imagine losing hold of his brother, here in the darkness. They stumble past a patch of blooming flowers and vibrant grass sprung from the cold rock where Artham had dropped the water from the First Well.

Under a pitch-black sky they stumble from pitted stone onto night-darkened grass.

They spend perhaps a week in the Blackwood, journeying west at a stumbling pace. They grow stronger, with daylight, food, water, and companionship. Sometimes other cloven shamble past them, but always wild and untamed. Artham and Esben don't have any water from the First Well left, nor anything else to envy, and so they're left alone for the most part. In the bright sunlight, Artham can see what he'd missed in the dark of the deeps. Throughout their steady trek, the water was working upon Esben, and his face seems clearer, the grey mottled skin gone and the patchy fur a golden-brown color that matches his hair. He looks a little odd, a little bulkier and more bear-like than before, but he has come back to himself, he is Artham's little brother, and he is not broken but healed.

The brothers have a lot of time to talk on their westward journey.

At first, Artham has trouble keeping back the high-pitched gibbering his voice and words keep trying to become, especially when Esben is quiet or contemplative or otherwise not talking. Esben is alarmed when it starts, which sets Artham off even more, which turns Esben’s alarm to worry, and it all ends in a mess of I’m sorrys and heart to hearts and confessions.

Once the brothers lose each other for an entire six hours.

Artham had gotten panicked, and in his sleep-deprived state he’d run away from the familiar man who called him by name with the blue eyes that filled with pain and memories at times— his fault, it was his fault—

Esben trails him at first, tracking his brother’s panicked flight through the loamy soil, but it isn’t safe to journey alone in the Blackwood, even in broad daylight, and soon he stops to consider his options, perched high in a tree where he had fled from the reach of a toothy cow. Artham would calm down soon, and probably panic and retrace his path. Esben was on said path, and if he kept shouting his name from the tree where the many creatures of the wood couldn’t reach him…

Artham refuses to stray more than ten feet from his little brother’s side for the rest of the Blackwood.

In the original story, Artham had stowed away on a Fang ship to Skree, following a tiny pinprick of light that told him the children of the king were there. He had nearly starved in the hold, but made it to Glipwood only five years after the fall of the Shining Isle. Now, with his little brother at his side, he has more to think of than himself.

They take refuge in an abandoned cottage a few hours from the edge of the Blackwood, shifting through debris for anything useful. Artham finds an intact glass vial in the kitchen, but the last of the precious water had gone toward Esben’s healing, and so he tucks it, empty, among their scant belongings in the hope it might be useful.

-

Esben had decided, in the first clear-minded rest after their exit from the deeps, that he was not going to ask Artham about what happened to Nia and the children. He barely remembered anything about that day, beside sitting down to lunch to the sound of Nia’s laughter as she tried to coax little Kalmar to eat. Janner had been excitedly relating some epic adventure from his day to his Uncle Artham, whose strained face of the past week eased somewhat while he listened.

Then the Fangs had come.

After Esben had been taken captive, ripped away from the room of the Fane of Fire and force-marched to the dungeon, he had caught sight of Artham being shoved into one of Rysen’s well-kept cells. Seeing the fear in his brother’s eyes, the Throne Warden had shaken his head, mouthing they’re safe. That was the extent to which they had communicated for the four years of captivity in the deeps of Throg, for Esben had not been bound for the cells but rather to an interrogation room, and they were kept separate on the march to Throg. In the deeps, they had not spoken at all, both consumed by the dreadful music and their own demons.

Esben had been given a front-row seat to his brother’s breaking, though they had only glimpsed each other once in a blue moon. He could hear the Stone Keeper taunting Artham with food, with freedom, with a snatch of sunlight. He could hear his brother shouting his name, and receiving no answer. He could hear his brother muttering in his sleep, in his waking hours, mumbling and shrieking as if the voices in his mind had taken over his speech.

Artham was the one they focused on, for they knew they could count on the king to break. What had the king ever done, besides rule from the protecting shadow of the Warden? What had the king ever done to protect the kingdom, while the Warden waged wars with his own strength and the strength of those loyal to him? What had Esben ever done, besides falling to the Fangs the moment he tried to fight without his brother by his side?

The Stone Keeper came and went from Artham’s side like a scuttling shadow, but she never paused by Esben, for which he was shamefully grateful. The dark of his cell and the silence was never broken save by what peeked in from without, as the days turned and his brother went mad and Esben began to think he was forgotten by even his captors. His only companion was the music that echoed in the dungeons and crept into every forgotten corner, and filled his head to chase away the silence.

His brother, Esben decides, has gone through enough. He isn’t going to ask and possibly bring back bad memories. He isn’t going to ask about the tears that had watered Artham’s fierce eyes even as he was shoved into a cell, even as he mouthed they’re safe. He isn’t.

Sitting at the dilapidated table of the abandoned cottage, Artham tells him anyway.

[heckcareoxytwit]

A preview of Marvel Unleashed #1, the Pet Avengers Boogaloo

MARVEL UNLEASHED #1

KRAVEN UNLEASHES THE BEASTS! When Kraven abducts Lockjaw at the same time a local scientist mixed up with A.I.M. goes missing, it’s up to Throg the Frog of Thunder, Redwing the Falcon, Chewie the Cat Flerken, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Bats the Ghost Dog and their scrappy new ally D-Dog to save the day. But there’s more to this case than meets the eye, and something infernal lurks in the shadows. Can feathers, fangs and claws stand against one of the deadliest foes in the Marvel Universe? Written by: Kyle Starks Art by: Jesus Hervas, Yen Nitro Cover by: David Baldeón Page Count: 36 Pages Release Date: August 23, 2023

The Pet Avengers may have banded together in a new comic but Niels is not in it. I still miss Niels the Bouncing Cat....

[dispatchdcu]

Marvel Unleashed #1 Preview

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Marvel Unleashed #1 Preview: KRAVEN UNLEASHES THE BEASTS! When Kraven abducts Lockjaw at the same time a local scientist mixed up with A.I.M. goes missing, it’s up to Throg the Frog of Thunder, Redwing the Falcon, Chewie the Cat Flerken, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Bats the Ghost Dog and their scrappy new ally D-Dog to save the day. But there’s more to this case than meets the eye, and something…

[geekcavepodcast]

“Marvel Unleashed” Introduces New Good Doggo

The super pets of the Marvel Universe are getting their own 4-issue miniseries, which will introduce a new dog hero. Marvel Unleashed hails from writer Kyle Starks and artist Jesús Hervás.

“When Kraven the Hunter has abducts Black Bolt’s teleporting dog Lockjaw a t the same time a local scientist mixed up with A.I.M. goes missing, Throg the Frog of Thunder, Redwing the Falcon, Chewie the Cat Flerken, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Bats the Ghost Dog, and their scrappy new ally D-Dog will swoop in to save the day. But there’s more to this case than meets the eye -- and something infernal lurks in the shadows.” (Marvel Comics)

Marvel Unleashed #1 (of 4), featuring a main cover by David Baldeón and a variant cover by Bernard Chang, goes on sale on August 23, 2023.

The Mary Sue broke the news.

(Image via Marvel Comics - David Baldeón’s Cover of Marvel Unleashed #1)

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 7

teya wakes up and notices her flesh is baggy and some fell off :( senna covered her in some incense and she chugs 4 greater healing potions. minus 2 points for each yay. she prestigations away the rotten bits lol. parsley goes back to sleep hes not a morning person.

senna wishes teya good morning. she totally saw all that. she looks so etherial next to teya lol. senna helps teya get dressed lol totally straight am i right? parsley gets ready but hes very groggy.

wheatley is back from eeby deeby he pops up in front of the mansion doors. spingledorf knocks on the girls door and lets them know theres breakfast. same thing for parsley. but he also gets a bunch of alarm clock. dorf goes to greet wheatley and hes confused how hes alive lol. dorf tells wheatley about dwarves.

we show up for food heck yeah! wheatley asks teya if shes constipated lol he doesnt know shes a lich. so teya has to tell him. 'arent those evil?' most but teya is a good noodle lol. she doesnt know how shes a lich. breakfast time!

parsley asks teya if talking to her brother will help her to stop rotting. teya has no idea lol. senna comments that punching her bro in the face might make her feel better. wheatley is confused why that would help. zen and android pop into the room. zen goes up to teya and says that god told him whats up and that she agreed to be scanned. itll be a more through scan.

dorf says he forgot something and leaves. wheatley is sus. he comes back and gives teya a hat of disguise to help her if she becomes a skeleton. dorf comments that everyones going back to their adventure. senna comments that parsley needs more weapons cause he keeps losing them so dorf just tosses a chest of stuff at him and gives him a handaxe lol. teya tells him not to take the cursed one lol.

wheatley turns to dorf and asks if he has any support spells he can borrow, as he is a support unit and forgot most of them. he gives him a book and tells him to take care of it and gives him a scroll of mass cure wounds.

senna cant think of anything she needs but dorf gives her something anyway. he takes her to his room to a small locked chest. (INTO THE DM'S!) senna is warned that she can easily become corrupted by this item but im keeping it a secret from ALL of you haha.

we head back downstairs and are ushered out. senna thanks him for all his help. we follow zen onto adventure! (spacecore says goodbye stars lol) parsley chucks his new handaxe at android?! he barely dodges it! senna goes wtf. wheatley goes and retrieves it for parsley. zen tries to calm android. parsley claims to be testing reflexes.

android chucks the handaxe at parsley. it grazes his shoulder. zen and senna are exhasperated. (are they flirting? lol) teya is holding parsley back lol. senna yells at him to apologize. zen urges us to continue the journey. wheatley and senna block parsleys view of android. teya is just making fun of them.

we walked about an hour down a path and it leads to a big town! Octoberfest?! zen explains the festival to us. god says we can hang around lol. our mental health is important according to god lol. wheatley and spacecore are excited. senna says he cant get drunk but he says hes just excited to hang out.

zen gives teya a prototype to help with her condition. 0 points pog she can get drunk! its a prototype so who knows what will happen though. senna asks her how she feels and she feels much better.

wheatley asks android if he can have one of those food orbs. android is like why and he says he wanted an excuse to talk to him. he gives him an orb anyway! wheatley goes to zen and asks him to babysit spacecore. he then goes to parsley and goes 'you have something to show me?' time for the gang to show wheatley how to party lol.

parsley drags us into a drinking contest. wheatley is glad to not be up there with us lol. also throg the dwarf. teya has to do cons saving throws cause shes a lightweight. 2 pints and shes already drunk lol. 3rd pint and shes OUT. wheatley goes over and picks up teya and the guards are now after them lol. teya is all 'weee lets goooo' so off they go.

senna and parsley still keep drinking lol. wheatley hits a wall! they keep going! parsley rolls a con saving throw and hes ok. senna too. throg is barely hanging on. parsley is done lol.

teya makes wheatley do a loop around but some guards cut them off. wheatley doesnt wanna do this anymore lol. hes scared poor guy he runs off to the side. the guards pull weapons and wheatley stops immediately and says fuck you teya. he drops teya like a rock. the guards haul up wheatley but teya stops them. they shrug and let him go.

senna is fine. throg is doing bad. senna is doing great at this lol. wheatley and teya show up to watch. someone screams in an alley! wheatley runs towards it! he doesnt know WHY hes running over there for...some reason? teya still goes so he follows teya. they dont know why their running? (this is sus why)

they arrive at the alleyway but nothings there. teya walks in and doesnt see anything and is confused why shes there. wheatley either. they just cant remember and think they made a wrong turn. they go back to the competition. throg falls over. senna wins! shes only a little tipsy. teya cheers! senna shakes parsley a little but hes under the table. she picks him up. she tells teya she used to drink a lot back in the day but shes too drunk to process that lol.

teya slaps parsley to wake him up. teya's device pulses and she feels more invigorated so shes a little less drunk. wheatley whispers to senna why is everyone acting weird. parsley wakes up and says this is what drunk looks like. wheatley hates it lol. parsley is just flopping in sennas arms lol. senna explains what being a lightweight is.

senna is being mischevous and gets teya and parsley to get into a fist fight competition. parsley drags wheatley to the competition and senna calms wheatley saying its normal. theres a big dude in the pit shirtless and roaring, all drunk. senna cheers on teya in the pit! senna boos the other guy cause he calls teya a cow >:( wheatley cheers for teya! so does parsley! shes kicking his ass! their biting each other!

'give him the ol dick twist!' senna feels like someones watching her hmmmm she leaves a hand on her weapon just in case. teya manages to get the guy bent over her knee on his back so he starts pulling her ears! so teya sits on him lol. wheatley yells at teya to give him the chair! 'do you yield-teya' he spits on her! he cant get up so teya gets comfortable and pushes him into the dirt. wheatley tells her to kick him in the head and parsley is yelling to chop off his dick. HE YIELDS! the crowd cheers! senna politely claps but is keeping an eye out.

parsley goes into the pit! so does android! wheatley cheers for android! parsley goes 'what'. android just decks him in the face! teya is cheering for parsley to take his name lol. he yells and kicks him in the chest! they keep fighting each other whoo! senna is still keeping an eye out for trouble and not really cheering. parsley says android wants to kiss him so bad it makes him looks stupid and android looks disgusted and just quits cause hes grossed out lol. wheatley wants to fight android next lol and he agrees.

wheatley vaults into the pit pog. teya and parsley wanna go get more drinks but senna makes them stay and watch wheatley and she will get their drinks for them. (she wants them near android just in case the bad vibes are very bad)

senna still feels eyes on her but they move on good. she goes and gets the pints and comes back. meanwhile wheatley rolled a nat 1 and falls right on his face. android just sighs and waits for him to get up. he rolls another nat 1 and falls on his back. android is just sad about this. android finally hits him, and wheatley finally rolled a 20 and kicks his legs out from under him and begins to stomp him. hes so happy to fight him lol. wheatley is kicking his ass and android rolled a nat 1 lol but wheatley lets him get up and android thanks him?! he yields! wheatley wins! parsley walks up to spacecore and tells him his dad killed a man. he just goes 'yes?'

wheatley walks up to android and gives him half of the orb awww. he doesnt enjoy eating though so he turns it down. wheatley flinches and puts it away. teya calls him an asshole lol.

teya and parsley try to get senna to play truth or drink. they call her church girl lol. shes so upset cause she was totally a party girl so she hops into the pit! big buff orc woman! (its undynes charactor sheet lol) 'im gonna crush you' 'god i hope so' (senna stop being gay) we both hit each other in the ribs as our first moves lol. we both miss our second moves lol. we then hit each other in the face. SHE SUPLEXES ME! i knock her legs out from under her! she climbs on top of me and hits me! (hot) i roll her under me! (stop being gay)

teya is speaking sylvain to parsley and wont tell me what it says lol. i get hit so hard i get thrown off and she puts me in a chokehold. i slam my elbow into her ribs. orc misses her charge lol. i knock her legs out again. she knocks me over again! i get on top and hit her face! we hit each other in the face multiple times lol and i get headbutted. i punch the bridge of her nose. im in a leg lock! but escape! she gets up but misses and i knock her over. she takes me to the wall and i get her onto the ground again. (teya is being gay in parsleys dm's and i cant hear dammit)

she slams my chest so i headbutt her. she bunch each other in the face. FINAL HEADBUTT to end this cause its fuckin insane lol. i crit and knock her ass out! senna wobbly gets up and is just like whoo. parsley and teya and wheatley cheer and the guards have to drag the orc away lol. senna is bloody but victorious!

senna can feel the fuckin eyes on her again. for a split second she sees a horrifying warped face. she goes up to zen and tells him that something is watching us. she holds spacecore for him and points out that it was fast. he comes back and says nothing was there. senna is still sus and goes with him to check herself. theres a horrifying creature with 3 heads?! music comes out of its mouth! wisdom saving throws?! senna suddenly cant see it. strange. neither can zen. we go back.

[mazamba]

On the way there, Shaxs felt uncharacteristically chatty.

"Mariner had a small panic attack when she saw Squirrel Girl. You know how she was trapped in the Multidimensional Media Vault and came across all those comic books? Apparently a version of you took on Thanos, Galactus, Doom, and some guy named Infinity at the same time. She won."

He paused, having noticed another animal.

"Hey, that's the Frog Thor, right?" he noticed, "Is that an alligator?"

The alligator heard them and the shark approaching, and turned to reveal he was wearing a gold helmet with horns.

Fortunately, Croki was in a good mood, and simply used his magic to clear the way for them before turning back to his conversation with Throg.

"...all right then," Shaxs had lived long enough in that insane galaxy to let that slide, "that might be the eighth strangest thing I've ever seen. Does anyone have eyes on Lyra?"

Closed RP w/mazamba

This planet Jason was on was once thriving world. A planet full of trees, water, animals, and people. All who lived peacefully on the planet, until a war broke out in this sector. This left the planet in ruins, all of its resources plundered, and its people nearly wiped out. Centuries have passed and the planet has been nearly forgotten.

Jason was told the planet was under the control of a group called the Klingons. He didn’t think too much about it and knew he would be out of here before they found out or one of their allies.

He walks over towards his prize. A box containing a valuable item that he knew would come in for a pretty penny…or whatever currency the people of this universe use. He walks over and begins to disable any security systems around, before getting his prize. He wipes away the dirt from it, opens it, and smiles when he saw what’s inside.

“Just like the buyer said,” Jason whispered before putting the box in his bag. 

@mazamba

[tastebuds1]

MARVEL UNLEASHED 

February 13, 2024

by Kyle Starks (Author), Jesus Hervas (Illustrator), David Baldeon (Cover Art)

4.6 4.6 out of 5 stars    3 ratings

4.1 on Goodreads 27 ratings

Justice…has teeth! When Kraven the Hunter abducts the teleporting hound Lockjaw at the same time as a local scientist mixed up with A.I.M. goes missing, it's up to Throg the Frog of Thunder, Redwing the Falcon, Chewie the catlike Flerken, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Bats the Ghost Dog and their scrappy new ally, D-Dog to save the day! But there's more to this case than meets the eye, and something infernal lurks in the shadows. Can feathers, fangs and claws stand against one of the deadliest foes in the Marvel Universe? Or will these Pet Avengers be made to suffer their worst nightmares? Prepare yourself for heartbreak, because not everyone is making it out of this one!

[lokiinmediasideblog]

I know its cliche. And that both thor and loki are messed up because of odin. And they srent innocent. But i thought big brothers were supposed to be there for their little brothers. The last episode really makes me mad at thor right now

So I get into HC territory here.

TBF, I don't know what their age difference is equivalent to in Earth years because Marvel is inconsistent as fuck when it comes to world-building and writing. It's only confirmed that Thor's the older one because Ragnarok (and EG claimed there was a ~500 year age gap). I'd assume they're around the same age or twin-like. If the difference is under the equivalent of 1 year, I don't feel comfortable saying that Thor should have his back as an older brother because it's negligible. And, this is the time to state that I don't consider Throg cannon.

Still, while Thor loves Loki and , while Thor's not the only guilty party and there's others more at fault, I do think Thor contributed to Loki's fears, and I don't think he had his back in group settings or with Odin (whom Thor was also afraid of). Add in the whole warrior-based militaristic society, plausible child-soldiering (I am convinced they killed at a young age), and Odin pitting them against each other. Loki being lower in the pecking order of Odin-> Thor -> Loki. (Thor has anxiety and anger management issues, and Loki had a lot of repressed anger that came out in Thor 1, is vindictive, and of course, manipulative (the whole coronation ruining)). Granted, as Asgardians they probably have a much higher threshold as to what is acceptable as an injury from a sibling spat.

So personally I blame a lot of Loki's behavior in Ep. 5 on the trauma of being abandoned as a baby to the elements. Loki might not remember it, but it's still there. And modern psychology and neuroscience has shown that bad experiences as a baby often cause trauma. His core fear boils down to not wanting to be alone. The way Loki clings to people he barely knows to avoid being alone just feels like a manifestation of some attachment disorder, and it's concerning. LOL

[sourcreammachine]

you want answers? i’ll give yous answers

i were thinking about the iconic nature of the big apple’s insular geography. a city spread over several islands* - manhattan, brooklyn-queens, the bronx, staten, and with observer status to the hackensack peninsula and the newark-land to the west of it

it’s iconic. it’s come to define how a lot of us think of how a megacity should look like, both in the context of americana and not. whenever you encounter a fictional ‘modern’ ‘megacity’, you got good odds it’ll be spread out over a couple clearly-identifiable islands* like this. and in the colossal media footprint of the city that never sleeps, the multiple islands* are icons of the city and of americana just like the statue of liberty and the twin towers, flanderised but based offa geographic reality

which got the head-in-the-clouds daydreamer in me thinking. like, what if it just kept going? what if there was another island, then another island, then another island, then another island? the iconographic three* islands* may be a flanderisation of the city, but what if it were all americana?

look at philly - a city on the delaware as it flows southwest. in our depiction, the cradle of liberty could move up the delaware-raritan to be right there next to NNJ, or hell, the delaware-raritan could replace the rahway or the elizabeth. say, crossing the bridge over the elizabeth after newark airport could be crossing the bridge over the delaware after trenton, the way the delaware bends from southeast to southwest could be the elizabeth flowing into the perpendicular arthur kill, and the lands of greater philly east of the delaware could well become the lands east of the arthur kill: staten island

the subject matter is iconographic americana. why, north NJ isn’t important beyond newark, that area is represented by newark; greater philly isn’t important east of the delaware, that area is represented by proper philly, and it’s NJ-ness is represented by newark

the three* islands* are a flanderised, iconographic representation of the city so nice they named it twice - so what if we kept flanderising for all of americana, embracing only that which is known and identifiable from this one-demensional perspective, using the rivers and waterways to delineate more and more urban iconography?

the rivers/waterways were brilliant actually at finding iconographic geographic limits, letting me cruelly glue bits of americana together like this. long island sound heads ENE after throg’s neck, almost the same angle as the detroit, meaning motor city could sit on the sound north of the bronx, the hutchinson becoming the river rouge - but the iconic border bridges over the detroit lead to not america, so can’t be included, though they may now be leading to a part of long island where queens has sputtered out into unimportance, so those bridges could be instead leading to a different city glued onto the end of long island, one which faces east onto the ocean and is a vaguely blobby shape, where it’s northern bound could easily be turned into a river: beantown

and so wash rinse repeat: the delaware after philly is now the chesapeake at Be More, which can smoothly flow into the capitol; with motown on the east river, the windy city could be on the hudson; on the far west the foggy and rainy cities both sit on legendary waters that could be the same, opposite the city of roses and with the city of angels underneath, and so on and so on until it’s all filled in with conceptual americana

which were the point. just as gotham is boiled down to three islands for international export, here’s all of the US. here’s the oversimplified, glued-together representation of that which gets to be urban americana, the cities that get to have major cultural impact in their own right, the cities that can be known and understood by their nicknames alone. if your city isn’t there, it’s because somewhere else is standing in for it. the ignorance is the point. where’s south NJ? that’s just nyc and philadelphia innit. where’s phoenix? that’s just desert & vegas innit. where’s cleveland, milwaukee, columbus? that’s just chicago or detroit innit. same why texas isn’t here at all, the legendary status of texas isn’t expressed in its cities - DFW is deathly forever-sprawl, houston is the worst city in the us - texas’ cultural impact is in its exurbia and its wilds, with ranches and cowboys and oil and more oil. the cities of texas are known by name because of their economic and regional significance as nexuses of black gold and of texas, not by their own merit (although, in the case of houston, by its own demerit). compare it with new orleans, economically forgotten, in an economically forgotten region, but celebrated and beloved and known on the international stage

i thought about this for a while and knew i had to get this idea down: the america city, the idea of urban americana made manifest. one problem - i suck at graphic design. so i thought i could help myself start by taking some at-scale screenshots and jigsawing them vaguely where they could go

and that’s where my shits ran out. because get this - i don’t actually care. all this shit i’ve typed right now? it’s all ex post facto. i don’t make philosophical raisons-d’être before i do anything. the thought occurred to me and then i did it and then i got bored and stopped and posted it to tumbr

that’s why i’m getting so disproportionately annoyed by the stock responses that flooded my notifications. i don’t care about this as much as You [derogatory] apparently do. i didn’t sit down and elect to insult kansas city missouri. i didn’t think reyt imma do a gta! gta! pokémon! gta! pokémon! pokémon! fanmap. this is dumb. this is silly. calm the fuck right down right now. is your life that hollow that you have to burst an artery over some shit i did to keep me thumbs occupied for ten minutes

america city

population: everyone

[chaoticdazefire-new]

Just imagine episode 6 this guy transforms into Ragnarok Loki:

[lilatreus]

Thor (2020) #18

[worstloki]

Thor: You’re fired from the Revengers!

Loki: You can’t fire me, I quit!

Thor: You can’t quit, I'm disbanding the team!

Loki: You can’t disband anything, you’re a FROG!

Thor, now a frog: [angry frog noises]