#so uh; i guess if you like redesigns you’re in for a treat

[szkicel]

Ok i’m scheduling some art I’ve done in the past while I work on new things and I remembered that Queen Bee (from h/lluva b/ss) redesign I did a year ago when a lot of ppl were doing it and it’s probably time to post it before it gets too old…

man, I am NOT excited for all the harassment I’m gonna endure from the unhinged HB fans, but hopefully I’m too small of an artist to get noticed so maybe i’ll be fine

[curiosity-killed]

interlaced

@apaladinagain​ so this went in a weird direction but uh. ta dah?

Word count: 3016

Warnings: medical experimentation, exploitation

love starters

It had been a long fucking day. Natasha started it off by roping him into this idiot mission at the crack of dawn, like he hadn’t made it perfectly clear he was done being anyone’s attack dog. She hadn’t even had the courtesy to ask or pretend like she was coercing him; she’d just walked straight in through the door and dropped a tablet on his lap. “You’re going to want to come for this one,” she’d said, leaning her elbows on the back of the couch. He’d pretended at disinterest, intentionally reading the open file as slowly as he could. Annoyance rolled up fast when he skimmed over the first lines and realized he did, in fact, want to come along. “So?” she said. “Suit up.” “I’m not SHIELD,” he objected for the sake of his pride.

Al chose that moment to hop up onto the sofa, ignoring Bucky entirely in favor of sauntering across the back and rubbing his head against Natasha’s arm. Smiling, she reached across with her opposite hand to scritch under his chin.

“Call it freelancing,” she suggested without looking away from the cat. “Wilson’s calling it a camping trip.” Of course he was. Bucky didn’t roll his eyes, but only because he was too old for that shit. He’d perfected his done-with-the-world look by the time he was twenty-five, anyway. “And Rogers?” he asked. She hadn’t mentioned him, but he knew that was an intentional omission. Pointless, anyway. As if he’d let any of these burn-‘em-down missions pass him by. Smoothing a finger back along the crest of Al’s skull, she folded her hand back over her arm and turned to him. Her gaze was flat and opaque; even after everything, he’d never been able to crack that expression. It was assessment, analysis, but the results were unreadable. “Revenge.” Twenty-three hours later, he regretted ever listening to her. No one had died — or, well, a lot of people had died, but not civilians and not their team. That was about all the positivity he could muster. This had been a testing site, a HYDRA lab dedicated to making knock-off versions of the serum. They’d gotten close with the shit running through his veins and refined and redesigned it for the Red Room’s infinity serum, but HYDRA had never known when to say ‘good enough.’ It was go big or go home, only fascist death cults didn’t have any home. No one had died, but they’d been too late to save the dead. Some were still in their cells, others frosted over in cryotanks. He didn’t know any of them, but he knew their looks: young or old, they’d all come here desperate and hungry. Some still had needle tracks up their arms, a few clutched dog tags. One, a small woman curled into a rictus crouch, held tight to a photo of a child that shared her same dark skin and brown eyes. A matching pair stared glassy and empty from her face. Passing from cell to cell, anger and guilt twined into an ouroboros in his gut. What had HYDRA told them? That it was a medical trial? That they’d not only get compensation but also free healthcare? That, for some of them, they’d get a bed and safe place to rest for the first time in years? The serum curled all ills; there was no shortage of promises they could have made. Cancer, asthma, chronic debilitating pain no doctor had ever taken seriously — it was a wonder drug and they could tailor their pitch to the soft spot of everyone they ensnared. All they had to do was omit certain details — the death rate, the side effects, the true purpose behind it all. Governments had been doing the same for decades. They’d fanned out to comb through the facility, but he’d still wound up running into Rogers down in the cell block. He’d been standing in front of a cryotube, jaw tight and hands curled into fists at his sides. The body inside wasn’t any adult but a kid, still soft in the face and with hands curled loose around nothing where they floated. Blue light painted icy planes of Steve’s face, turned his eyes glacial. He’d looked up at Bucky’s footsteps, frozen with his eyes too open and honest, and then looked away as his shoulders hunched up. Bucky recognized that guilt, that futile attempt to hide; he’d seen that same flinch so many times over the last year. Something panged in his chest at it this time, regret or something like it. He’d started to reach out, as if he could finally bridge this gap — and the explosion had rocked the building. It was funny, Bucky thought as they were thrown back through the wall. He’d really thought they were getting out of this one unscathed. Back when he’d first turned himself in, when he’d scorched a path around the world marked with HYDRA’s ashes and finally walked back to the skeleton left of SHIELD, he’d accepted whatever came next. He’d had enough time, five years, to get a shaky handle on who he was and what his objectives were, and he’d mostly figured out the kinks in his augmented health — what he could eat, what implants he had to dig out, which ones he had to leave in or risk frying his brain even further. He’d figured out how to handle Rogers. Or at least, he’d thought he had. He was ready for those big puppy hands all over him, all those hugs he couldn’t stand to receive. He’d seen those puppy eyes, braced himself for Rogers’ assumption that his friend was back, that his Bucky had returned. He’d practiced a whole little speech, shouldered on his armor, and walked in like it was a fire fight. He hadn’t been ready for reality. Rogers didn’t demand anything — he didn’t try to drag Bucky into a big hug or stare at him with those big old doe eyes. He just…hovered. He snuck surreptitious glances out of the corner of his eyes, just a little flicker of those lashes betraying him; he waffled in doorways and bit his lip like he wanted to say something but couldn’t figure out what. It was that uncertainty, that will-he-won’t-he that made him snap. If he’d just done something, made a choice one way or another — either treated Bucky like his old pal or like a total stranger — then Bucky could have responded and been done with it. Instead, every second he spent in Steve’s quivering company, half his mind was busy trying to guess which way he would go, plan for each path he might take. He’d tolerated it for a month before his patience snapped and he lashed out, whip-like. After, Steve had just…disappeared. He was there, of course. He didn’t leave the city or anything so dramatic, but he never entered the room where Bucky was, never visited when Bucky swung by Natasha’s apartment. Bucky had told him to leave him alone, and Steve had taken that like a blood oath. And now, with Steve’s body braced over him, blood dripping down across his side and splattering on Bucky’s body armor, he wished maybe he hadn’t. There was a strained exhale from above him, and Bucky’s focus was pulled away from the shrapnel sticking out of Steve’s side and up to his face. He’d ducked his head, turned it in toward his shoulder as if to protect his face or hide. What Bucky could see, between his helmet and posture, was tightly clenched. “Fuck,” Steve breathed out after a moment longer. Before Bucky could say anything, he pushed off his hands to roll up onto his feet. The rubble on either side of Bucky’s head shifted a little, concrete crumbs dusting his shoulders. He laid there a second longer as Steve twisted to eye the injuries. His lips pursed, irritated, and he prodded at the edge before yanking out the shard of tank glass and tossing it to the side. “That’s not—” Bucky started to object, but Steve had already lifted a hand to his right ear. “Widow, Falcon, report,” he said, back to his Captain’s voice. There was a crackle, then a cough, over the coms. “Still kicking,” Sam replied. “There’s still no movement up here — looks like it was either a delayed or remote trigger.” “Widow?” Steve asked after a pause. Pulling himself up onto his feet, Bucky waited. At his sides, mismatched hands curled together, fingertips pressing hard into his palms. “I’m here,” she said, and relief rushed through him. “But there’s a hiccup.” Hiccups in Natasha’s dictionary were usually what others called near-catastrophic obstacles. Closing his eyes, Bucky released a slow exhale. “…what kind of hiccup?” Sam asked. Steve crossed his arms over his chest, stubbornly ignoring the gash through his side. With his shoulders squared and brow furrowed, he looked like he’d stepped directly out of some TIME cover. “Well, I found the other guys,” Natasha replied, following by the distinct sound of a head colliding with concrete. There was a beat before Steve leaned his head back, closing his eyes against the half-destroyed ceiling above them. “Falcon, what’s your ETA?” “Twenty seconds, Cap,” Sam answered. Opening his eyes, Steve straightened and pulled the shield from his back. “We’re on our way.” Steve started toward the stairs, but Bucky lunged, grabbing his arm. “Steve, wait.” He froze, twisting back toward Bucky with a frown shadowing his eyes. An irrational surge of exasperation rose in Bucky’s chest, a half-remembered lifetime’s worth of chasing after the idiot. “You can’t go into a fight like that,” he said, gesturing palm-up toward the gash. “It’ll heal,” Steve said. “Yeah and if it heals with a shit ton of dust and particulates in it, it’ll take twice as long and you’ll be up all night with the itch.” It ran out of him all at once, words escaping before he’d really thought them through. Some of it came from his own experiences with half-assed field medicine, but there was something older behind it, too: the memory of snow-covered pines rough against his back, the acrid sweetness of a cigarette on his lip, catching Steve’s hand to pull it away from a healing wound and interlacing — “Let me put a Medipatch on it,” he said. Steve studied him a long moment, the curve of his furrowed brow visible under the arch of his helmet. He looked at Bucky like a puzzle, like a riddle he hadn’t solved. “Okay,” he said. Surprise at the acquiescence slowed Bucky’s reaction, but he recovered and reached into his tac belt to find the first aid kit. Ripping open the foil-lined pack, he pulled the gel pad out with careful fingers and used his other hand to spread the rip in Steve’s suit enough for him to have some space to work. His metal fingers brushed over Steve’s skin, temperature sensors lighting up with the contrast between cool metal and super-heated skin. Goosebumps pebbled up across Steve’s exposed skin. Swallowing, he focused on laying the patch on flat and smooth, using his thumbtip to press the edges down and blend them to his skin like clay on a wheel. Immediately, the nanoparticles in the patch started to activate, spreading out and adhering until the whole messy wound was covered. Blood still painted the edges, but no more would leak out. Eyeing it, Bucky straightened and took half a step back before lifting his gaze to meet Steve’s. Blue eyes met his, open and unreadable. The moment stretched out before them, a repeat of that stillness before the tank — all the questions he wanted to ask, all the words he’d never said — “Cap, Winter, we could use a little assistance,” Natasha snapped, voice strained, over the coms. Steve straightened, already turning to head toward the stairs at a jog. “Headed up,” he said, and Bucky had no choice but to follow. By the time they’d crawled out of the fray, alerted the appropriate authorities and cleaned out, exhaustion blanketed all of them as much as the dust from the explosion and fight. Sam sported bruised ribs and a cut down his cheek to his jaw and Natasha’s scalp bled from where someone had ripped a chunk of hair out and cracked her head into the wall. Parked under the edges of the only tree to be seen for miles, they slumped around the fire like duffel bags dropped to the desert sand. A SHIELD ride was on its way, but there’d been some hang-up in the meanwhile that meant they were camping out for most the night. “Doesn’t Stark have a place out here?” Sam griped. “You really want him involved in this?” Natasha asked, smoothing gel over the cut on his face. Lifting his eyebrows, Sam canted his head as much as he good without jostling her. “I’d take a mansion with a real bed for the night,” he said. Natasha breathed out a laugh, pulling back to wipe her hand off on her leg. They’d all shed decorum for the sake of comfort, and her suit was unzipped down to her belly button, a grey tanktop breaking up the sleek lines of the Black Widow. Her shoulders were dusted with the start of a tan, stark white lines marking the ghost of a swimsuit. Sam’s own suit slouched against his wings’ pack, goggles folded neatly on top, and Bucky had tossed off the heavy leather of his vest and equipment. It was too fucking hot for that. Turning from them, Bucky glanced back over his shoulder. Unlike the rest of them, Steve still wore his uniform, and he sat apart, back against the tree and shadowed from the fire. His only concession had been to remove his helmet, but it still sat in the sand at his hip. Bucky hesitated, running a metal thumbtip over his fingerpads. Finally, he pushed himself to his feet, reaching down to grab his belt as he did. Steve looked up as he approached, brow creasing into a dark pinch. The moonlight through the leaves dappled his skin in silver-blue patches that shifted and rippled with the breeze. “We should change that patch,” Bucky explained, lifting his belt for Steve to see. The confusion cleared off Steve’s face, and he shifted to open up his uniform. Tugging off the jacket-like upper, he unzipped the center panel and shucked off the left side. All of it was done with business-like brusqueness, an efficiency that was entirely about getting this done with as quickly as possible. Bucky knelt, pulling open his pouch. The patch already on Steve’s side had dried, edges turning flaky, and all it took was a finger under one side to pry it off. A breath hissed out from behind Steve’s teeth, but he didn’t flinch or complain as Bucky peeled it off and set about replacing it. It was quick medicine, the kind of aid meant to be completed in seconds, and it was done altogether too quickly. Still crouched on the balls of his feet, Bucky eyed the new patch for a moment, indecisive. After a moment longer, he lowered himself slowly to the sand and leaned against the tree beside Steve, arms brushing. Steve had leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “Got a cigarette?” he asked. Steve turned as he sat, that thunderous frown back again, and a jolt ran through him at the question. “No,” he said. “I don’t smoke anymore.” “Me either,” Bucky admitted. “That and alcohol just doesn’t—” “Do shit-all?” Steve offered.

A startled laugh husked out of Bucky, and he nodded. He remembered what it was like to get drunk, he thought, but it was from a lifetime ago. The memories were hazy both with inebriation and age. “Thor thinks I’m immortal now.”

That…was one hell of a change in topics. “Or he thinks the serum gives you a lifespan like an Asgardian,” Steve amended. “Five thousand years, give or take.” “That’s a hell of a long time,” Bucky replied slowly, watching Steve. He could only see the side of his face from this angle, but that was enough. Anguish played out across the blue of his eyes, the tense line of his mouth. “No one else knows,” Steve said. “Thor thought I knew and just said it off-hand. But…” He broke off, throat bobbing as he swallowed. Understanding settled heavy and hard-edged in Bucky’s gut. Hundreds had already died in the pursuit of creating the serum for its physical benefits, for strength and agility and healing. How many more would if they knew it granted eternal life — or close enough? “Fuck,” he said for lack of anything better. To his surprise, Steve breathed out a laugh. There was a hopeless cast to his eyes as he tilted his face up toward the star-strewn sky. “Couldn’t say it better myself,” he replied, dry. Rolling his eyes, Bucky jostled his arm — careful, telegraphed. Steve turned to him then, a startled smile starting on his lips. The smile broadened as he turned back to the horizon, settling in a little more firmly against Bucky’s arm. “At least it won’t be alone,” Bucky said after a pause. “You’ve got Natasha and Banner. Hell, maybe that’ll be enough time to win over the rest of the Widows. And, I mean, sounds like I’ll be around.” In his periphery, he could see Steve’s gaze slip sideways, looking at him through his lashes. This time, Bucky turned to meet it. “Yeah?” Steve asked, careful. Shrugging, Bucky leaned back into the tree. Their shoulders brushed with the motion, warmth displaced by a whisper of air. “Sure,” he said. “Until I figure out a way into space. Can’t believe I missed the fucking moon landing.” Steve laughed, just that soft huff of amusement, and he leaned back beside Bucky, their shoulders pressed together and hands brushing. “Well,” he said after a moment, “that doesn’t sound so bad.” His side was a line of warmth against Bucky’s, and his hand shifted, interlaced —

[seasonofthegeek]

New Bee

Today’s drabble is dedicated to @messy7seamstress to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY month! I hope your March is full of the most fantastic things! :D

“I want you to design my new costume.”

Nathaniel blinked up at Chloe before glancing around the art room. How long had he been alone? There had been at least four other students working the last time he checked. “What?”

Chloe crossed her arms and made an impatient clicking sound. “My costume. I want you to redesign it.”

“Your...your Queen Bee costume?”

“Obviously. What other costume would I be talking about?” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you dumb today or something?”

Nathaniel frowned and shook himself. “Charming as always, Chloe.” He turned back away from her on his stool and tried to concentrate on the piece in front of him. There was the sound of metal scraping against linoleum as she dragged out the stool next to him and he winced.

“I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

“I’m pretty sure you will.” He grabbed his eraser and used it to take back a sloppy line. 

“I’ll pay you,” she huffed.

Nathaniel considered that. “How much?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “You can’t be that expensive to buy off, Kurtzberg. What’s your price?”

“Is peace from you on the table?”

“Rude. And no.”

He hummed in irritation and began the curve of the wing he was working on again. 

She leaned closer. “What is that anyway?”

“A new akuma design.”

“Are you sure you aren’t Hawkmoth?”

He glared at her. “Are you trying to imply my designs look as bad as his?”

Chloe shot him a sweet smile. “So about my costume.”

“Isn’t that suit magic or something? Why do you need me?”

She crossed her arms. “Because I have to have an idea of what I want to change it so if you could just design me something cool, I could look at that and know.”

Nathaniel half-turned to study her. “You’re serious.”

“Obviously. I wouldn’t waste my time in here if I wasn’t.” She looked around the art room. “I like your style and I think you could create something worthy of the hero I am. That’s it.”

“How do you even know my style?”

She scoffed and glanced at his sketchbook. “You printed off those dumb Ladybug comics and I read one.”

“And?”

“And it was fine, I guess.” She studied her nails. “I didn’t love being the villain in it.”

He winced. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m a hero, you know.”

“Yeah.”

That seemed to placate her for the time being. “So will you do it or not? I guess I could always intimidate one of the other art geeks but your stuff is the best and I obviously deserve the best.”

“I’m going to try to take that for the compliment I think it’s supposed to be.”

“Whatever.”

Nathaniel flipped to a fresh page in his sketchbook and drummed his pencil against the fresh page. “Fine. I’ll give it a shot.”

Chloe’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Just a trial run. If you treat me bad, I’m out.”

“I’ll be sweet.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he warned, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Watch it, Red.” She pointed to his sketchbook. “Okay, get started.”

“You have to tell me what you want.”

“I want wings.”

He laughed. “Wings?”

“Yes, wings! Bees have wings.”

“You want little antennae too?” He pointed his pencil to the top of her head. 

“Oh, that would be cute!”

He sighed. “This is going to take a while, isn’t it?”

Chloe pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll order us dinner. Hey, don’t roll your eyes. This is an honor. I don’t hang out with many people like you.”

“You know, I could always just work on something and show you in class.” Nathaniel pulled his sketchbook closer as if he was going to slide it into his bag.

“Oh, uh, maybe you could just do it now though.” She didn’t meet his eyes. “Please.”

He saw pink fill her cheeks and tried not to think to hard on why Chloe was asking to spend time with him and blushing about it. He slid the sketchbook back into place. “Okay,” he nodded. “I can stay for a bit.”

Buy me a cherry coke?

[ryouverua]

Love Across the Universe

So life after DR looks....................... interesting.

Going into this was so weird and for a moment I couldn’t figure out why. And then I remembered that because I had ended up spending a good chunk of the game as Shuichi, I had forgotten that this scene was originally presented to us from Kaede’s POV - which makes this very interesting. We never got to see Shuichi’s thoughts before Rantaro died and Kaede was found as the culprit - before he went through an incredibly traumatizing event and ended up reliving his worst nightmare. With just a limited ‘before’ picture, it’s pretty easy to treat Shuichi’s thoughts as his de facto state when they’re.... really.... not, even during the quieter moments. What will his voice will be like in this scenario? It’ll be nice to even get a bit of insight.

WAIT

I thought they didn’t remember the actual kidnapping itself - did they?

Is this a blend of pre and post first flashback light? Am I reading entirely too into this??? Probably tbh but still -

He did wake up with the uniform on so yeah, post-talents, but...

......... This is an incredibly condensed version. Shuichi’s giving us a narrative flashback then?

I’M TALKING TO KAEDE AS SHUICHI THIS IS WEEEEEIRD

Gonna be honest I liked it better when most of you were dead

Shuichi still looks to Kaede for some leadership, of course. That hasn't changed.

Yeeeeeees Shuichi thoughts on the prologue give me moooooore

AAAAAH EVERYONE IS HERE!!! ;A;

Again, this is post-flashback light, so.... Tsumugi is probably feigning fright. Maybe? This is supposed to echo the pre-light scene, which lends some weight to the theory that she’s playing up her reaction both times. However, seeing as she was exposed to the original flashback/blackout light everyone else was, wouldn't she be experiencing all of this for the first time too? Is there a chance the first round was genuine? Hell, could this be genuine, because having a giant mecha with guns on their arms jump in your face is a solid 10/10 on the intimidating list?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO NOT GO LASER-FOCUSED ON ALL THE TSUMUGI LINES HERE

The whole team is back together though.... Ghgh. I remember this part vaguely...

Talk about establishing character traits quickly. 8′) This was a pretty great intro as far as showing what everyone is like, quickly.

They had Maki and Kaito bouncing off of each other this early too...

YOU

HOLY HELL I FORGOT HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU IN THE GAME

He was just so collected and aware....

.... I feel like this joke was a lot more drawn-out.

.......................... I have to know how they're going to handwave this. He decided to cancel it?!

Birds of a feather and all of that

GGGH GODDAMN, OKAY

.... okay once again all the Monokid antics are kinda dragging things along but this was admittedly funny

It is really, really hard to miss all of the jokes about the truth of the world once you’re on the other side. Like, damn. I feel like they were probably a lot more blatant than I realize in the game, too.

Rantaro stop being such a leader, damn.

Seriously this is 100% why he had to go, huh. I could see him swinging the protagonist or rival role in the last game.... or even an investigative role. He just has enough of all three traits - smart, taking charge, lone wolf, etc - that he’d be a complete stage-stealer.

Aaaaaw, thanks -

.... uh -

Oh

O h .

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Is it because of how blatant he’s being about it

How they’re not even hiding the show aspect anymore

Is it because Monokuma looked at a class including Miu, Kokichi and Korekiyo and said, ‘yup! These guys would be perfect for a dating show rather than the original killing game I planned!’

Kaito out of everyone here you will have the least problems in getting someone interested in you.

I guess the difficulty comes in him not being oblivious to it w h o o p s

IS THIS SERIOUSLY ‘DATE OR DIE’

....... It’s true but it’s still not great AND YOU STILL KIDNAPPED THEM AND ARE COERCING THEM TO -

Wait

Would Kaito still have his illness in this universe??? Doesn’t that mean he’s going to die anyway????? Or would this mean he was given it in the first or second chapter?! HEY MONOKUMA -

‘Also I’ve planted a life-threatening illness in one of you. No spoilers, though!’

......... Would this potentially mean that this could have happened ahead of the actual killing game, and none of the kids got with each other which resulted in the killing game actually happening which actually makes this ‘Life before DR -’

That was the premise of DR1′s bonus mode if I remember correctly. Huh.

‘So Shuichi here are 15 love keys. HAVE FUN!’

.... Also, uh. K1-b0 exists, so wouldn't they be watching through him? Guess that’s something they wouldn't want to bring up here...

“You really put the ‘ace’ in ‘space’, huh.”

Okay, just normal instructions from here. Dating tickets, FTE, etc... seems easy enough. Time to finally unlock all the bonus stuff!

P-Please don’t put it that way...

And look at this picture, redesigned with Shuichi at the helm of it all!

I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate how poorly he’s taking the whole dating show with his inner dialogue lmao 

same though

[franeridart]

Oh man, I'm just imagining that there's so many close brushes with kiribaku almost realizing or almost being in positions to find out that the other is a vigilante-- an injury and no way to get into contact with Jack or Mina-- a rainstorm washing Kiri's dye away on the job. I think it'd be especially funny if he thought for a minute that Kiri was bleeding but then Kiri is like "UH GOTTA GO ITS NOT BLOOD" and he realizes it's red hair dye

Oh Kirishima sort of already suspects it’s Bakugou - more or less? He’s in the process of starting to suspect it, at least lol for being someone who really doesn’t want to be found out Bakugou’s more carefree in his disguise than Kirishima is (his hair is a pretty obvious giveaway, for example, thought Bakugou relies a lot on the ‘attacking and running’ strategy, so in his mind all he gotta do is just not be seen by anyone at all lol) compared to Kiri he gets bruised and beaten up way more too (Kiri’s hardening makes it easy for him to avoid that in general) - Kiri’s noticing Bakugou’s bruises and his vigilante friend’s bruises match up a whole damn lot, so he’s starting to figure that one out

Bakugou’s a dumbass tho (read: he doesn’t really look at people he isn’t particularly interested in) so for him it’s gonna take a while haha

Anon said: If in vigilantes au Bakugou and jirou are just friends why do they live together and hug like a couple?

They’re best friends, and sometimes when your best friend is going through a real rough heartbreak and he’s in literal tears over it, you might be nice enough to offer your back for him to hide his face in and let him pretend he isn’t currently breaking down on you. Sometimes, you like a person in a platonic way enough to emotionally support them as best as you can when they’re at their lowest. It. Sort of happens between best friends, now and again. You don’t really need to want in someone’s pants to care about them.

They live together cause they started working together as vigilantes when they were in high school, and once they moved up to college they found it a good idea to have someone back home who knew about what they were doing to treat eventual wounds, since they can’t go to the hospital! Also the rent is cheaper this way

Anon said:Can you draw more comics of childhood kiribaku? You’re art is sooo cute 💓

It’s something I’ve regularly kept on going back on for years by now, so sure, it’ll probably happen! And thank you!

Anon said:OH MY GOD. Please tell me you will make an official webcomic of your Vigilante AU. It’s so beautiful, cute and I definitely need more of this. It’s like a drug that I did not know I needed until I read your concept(????). BTW, your art is soooo pretty. Thank you so much for drawing KiriBaku ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Ahhh I’m really happy to hear you like it! For personal reasons I’ve decided that making a cohesive, coherent succession of comics isn’t something I want to do, but I think I’ll draw more of that AU soon enough, snapshots and things like that! I hope that’s good enogh for you~

Anon said:May I request a pissed kiri??

Didn’t I draw that less than 10 posts ago

Anon said:Hey, I rlly admire you! I wish we were friends, you seem rlly nice!!

Thank you!!! The few close friends I have might tell you I’m actually not that great at the whole friends thing, but I appreciate the feeling a lot! :D

Anon said:Were Kirishima’s eyes red in the last panel of the last comic??

Yep :( he really does like Bakugou, after all

Anon said:I saw you answering the other anon and if I may ask, why posting the gem au was a big mistake? Were pol rude with you? If it’s so, I’m sorry abt it

Anon said:You said that posting your SU AU stuff was the biggest mistake you ever made… is it because of something that we, as viewers and worshippers of your KiriBaku (damn, I’ll never stop telling you it’s cute and adorable and it hurts but it’s also sweet), can help NOT doing? Or is there anything we can do?

It’s okay, it just got in the hands of people who don’t particularly like Bakugou, and these people started talking about the AU in less than nice terms, which was honestly pretty ridiculous and made me wonder how people can survive being alive on this earth when they consider Steven Universe sensitive material but either way it brought around in my activities a bunch of people I would have preferred not to interact with ever, and that sort of took the fun out of the AU? Now every time I think about drawing for it those people come back up in my head and I get annoyed all over again, it’s no fun

Anon said:are you still doing the fusion au? id love to see kaminari and shinsou

I’m not, sorry! Though someone did ask about baku and mineta and I’ve been thinking about drawing that horrible monster since then, and I’ve also been wanting to redesign the krbk fusion, so maybe I might get back to it ??? I’ll add shin*kami to the list haha

Anon said:I really like the relationship Jack and Bakugou have, and the angst is nice too! I really like the vigilatne AU! I hope we can see more of it, only if you feel like it of course!

Thank you so much ;;;

Anon said:Silly question. If Kirishima activated his quirk being in water. Would he float like wood, or he’d drown like a rock? >//w//

Oh, I’m pretty sure he’d go down since his quirk makes him into a rock haha

Anon said:I think this is around the eighth anonymous ask I send you, but being a porn-making Tumblr user, it’s better if I don’t go public. I just wanted to say, once again, that I love your KiriBaku, it makes me both ache and feel so warm and fuzzy inside; but right now, the focus is that Bakugou’s crying face against Jack’s back is just so good, expressive and painful. I often hate his guts, but yours I can never hate. And the sheer intensity of that expression, and the environment too… so many feels

Aw, thank you!!! I’m glad I can make you enjoy my fav character, anon :D !!

Anon said:I have a question about the vigilante AU. What’s the relationship between jirou and bakugou? Because they don’t look like just friends

Why don’t they look like just friends tho

Anon said:Hypothetically. How would Bakugou react (or what would he do) if Kirishima stopped showing interest in him?

Are we talking about a specific AU or is this meant for the canon universe? Well, either way I’d say he’d be pretty hurt, but it’s not like he can force Kirishima to like him can he. Ah, in the vigilantes AU he’d probably think it’s for the best even if he’d hurt a lot over it, but in canon and most other AUs I like to think he’d try to fix it somehow? Unless he has other reasons to not act on his feelings for Kirishima… gosh this is a vague question, there are so many possibilities really!

Anon said:🧡Hi Fran! I’m pretty sure you’re the one who introduced this concept to me so I wanted to say thanks! Touch starved Bakugou and super cuddly Bakugou are totally my fave, especially when you have him all curled up with Jirou! Having them be Mina and Kiri level besties makes so much sense and I love you for introducing that thought to me!!!🧡

I’m!!!!!!!!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:in your vigilante au, Kiri has a scar, does Bakugo ever notice the scar?(curious if it reminds him of Red or nah, love yur art btw~~

When he’s not doing vigilantes work it’s actually hidden by the hair, so Bakugou never noticed! But if he were to notice he’d probably mark it down as a Kiri thing and leave it at that, as I said he’s not the most observant when he’s not particularly interested in someone so he hasn’t really registered it on Red’s face anyway haha

Anon said:I RLLY LOVE YOUR AU!! I haven’t found an AU in this fandom I’m rlly into but THIS IS SOCUTE??? will there be more?

Heck I sure hope so!! Thank you for liking it!!!

Anon said:hey for the anon you were looking for an outrageous ship to draw to test out their theory, try Tokoyami and Link (legend of Zelda link) cuz I just saw cosplayers of them hardcore dancing at dragoncon and I die every time I think about it. You can find a video of it on quirk-registration-office​  

…………………..I’m probably never gonna draw that ngl LMAO BUT this ask made me wanna draw Tokoyami as a Rito so I guess that’s ???? something that might happen instead heck that’s a good concept I should have thought about earlier

Anon said:I absolutely love your art its soon amazing and I really like the vigilantly au but take care of yourself okay

I dunno what I did to make you worry about me but thank you so much for it? I’ll try my best !!!! And thank you for liking my doodles too!!! ;^;

Anon said:Do you know about any fanfics based in your art?? (Idk if that’s grammatically correct sorry 😅)

Hmmmmmmmmmm there are a few but the only one that comes to mind right now is such a funny pair !!! boy ellen’s fics are always so damn amazing, I still can’t believe she wrote for me ;^;

[flawlessburnet]

Alright, let’s sit down like Adults™ and talk about this. 

“This” being more than just the recent episode, though. Because it would be unfair for me to harp on this entirely without you guys knowing why I’m so goddamned passionate about this character.

A while back, my good friend @fateandfury alerted me to the Fuckery™ that is how Burnet is being treated in the Pokemon Franchise as a whole. And for those of you who aren’t aware, this is a character who existed before Sun and Moon.

To summarize:

She first appeared in Pokemon Dream Radar with much paler skin and a bitchin wetsuit. Spacesuit? It was bitchin regardless. She was the professor of that game, because even after Unova happened Pokémon was still like “huh... give you guys more??? Female Lead Professors...? Sounds like a Good Idea™ we’ll put them all on our free to five dollar side-games.” -cough- (Another salt for another day.) But, if you don’t know, here’s what Burnet accomplishes in this game:

she helps you find the weather trio. no shit, she discovers the therian formes.

once you capture the first of the trio she straight up makes extensions that help you find the other two.

the woman has similar research to fennel in that she captures dream orbs from dream clouds to propel her research

she makes simulators to research the traits of the trio

and honestly SO MUCH MORE like you’d be better off reading her dialogue here.

DESPITE ALL OF THIS, it is CANON for Professor Burnet at this point that, and I QUOTE: "My inventions haven't been well received by the researchers...""It seems something about my devices is always a little odd."

Huh. Interesting. She’s the first researcher I know of to NOT... be wildly commended in canon so let’s look at what happens NEXT.

WELL WE GET SUN AND MOON, OF COURSE!

And she’s got a sparkly new redesign (mmmm girl yo skin is lookin so fresh and clear and FAB) and uhhh how is she introduced to us again? (x)

Be... because... we IMMEDIATELY needed to know who she belongs to amirite -coughs-

At this point though, I was originally okay with giving this a pass. The game is arguably the least egregious but it’s also the root of the issue. Let’s review her role in the game:

She tells you about the wormholes and ultraspace (but does NOT contribute to this plot)

She becomes a mother to lillie (but we don’t see this outside of lillie telling us and her... bringing a lost lillie to you. okay.)

She DOES give you a reveal glass as a callback to her game but are those pokemon relevant to or even IN SuMo? nope.

And then we have some noteworthy quotes that just... really stick it in the gut.

"Now I've gotta go. The Masked Royal has a match, and there's no way that I'm missing it!"

"That Masked Royal... What do you think he looks like under that mask, anyway?"

Now, given the cutscene at the end of SuMo, you could read this as her teasing about The Masked Royal. She should be able to recognize her husband, right? FFS the PLAYER does. But really, whether you think she does or doesn’t know her husband when she sees him, the fact is she is 100% relegated to “Kukui’s wife AND fangirl”, and this is where I move on to other medias.

LOOK at this shit. LOOK AT IT GOOD.

This was the shit that Pebbs showed me that was kind of the final nail in the coffin because guys... that was her first dialogue of the manga. THE VERY FIRST WORDS OUT OF HER POOR BROWN LITTLE MOUTH.

And if you’re having trouble keeping up, this means that Professor Burnet, should-have-been-esteemed originally-”white” researcher a) was given blessed dark skin but then b) had all of her agency removed from her so she could c) become a housewife and mother. c:

And listen, my dudes. If you read that paragraph like “what’s wrong with housewives and mothers” please... re-read this post. From the top. Because the issue isn’t that she a) loves her husband or b) loves Lillie. It’s that that became her only function in ANY Pokémon media.

Including, dishearteningly, the ANIME.

LMAO you thought this post was over. YOU THOUGHT!!!!!!!

-takes a deep breath-

Okay I’m going to be 100% honest about this: for some ungodly reason, I had high hopes for this relationship in the Anime. And you might be wondering why that is but frankly, it started out decent. She was introduced with Lusamine/as a researcher, she was seen actually doing research, actually helping Lillie and then...

this happened.

And let me tell you I was NOT GONNA BE BOTHERED BEING UPSET ABOUT THIS. a) Because I was already busy being Mad™ about Iris and who has the energy but b) because I was like “well they’re doing a good job so obviously they’ll keep doing a good job!”

wrong.

WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!!

I thought it was funny that this post was captioned “Kukui’s romantic proposal to Burnet” because if you look at the translation and even just watch them contextually? That was 100% Burnet doing all of the work. Kukui just... happened to have a ring??? For fuck’s sake BURNET says “I choose you” and KUKUI says “Caught!” and Idk man. I was NOT KOSHER with her being compared to a Pokemon so directly. “I choose you” is sort of a statement of partnership. Ash uses it to explicitly say “We’re going to work together in this battle.” So yes, it’s a reference to a Pokémon scenario. But catching someone immediately puts them below you I’m just sayin’.

And the thing is, by showing them start off as single, the Anime really could’ve given it ALL to us: we were seeing how they developed, why they liked each other, how Lillie became close to Burnet, and of course her contributions to Aether. It was like the closest to Sun and Moon’s “Look at ACTUAL SCIENTIST Professor Burnet who just HAPPENS to be in love with another Professor.”

But now that she’s skipped... dating... Professor Kukui... because “they have a lot of shared thoughts...” and shoehorned her way into Delia’s spot as Ash’s Mom for the region uh... 

I guess we’re back to this:

And that is why, in excessive and painstaking detail, Professor Burnet was 1000% fucked over and the notion that Sun and Moon is at ALL progressive is a LIE.

PEACE.

[yooka-kazooie]

liveblog of me watching the sonic movie courtesy of me yell-typing at my friend on discord

#long post #spoilers 

6:48 PM] Me: well guess I'm gonna rent it on cable [6:50 PM] Me: ok so far the cc works [6:50 PM] Me: which is good news on optimum [6:50 PM] Friend: good [6:50 PM] Me: upp spoke too soon [6:50 PM] Me: where did the cc go [6:51 PM] Me: first the sound didn't work and now the cc goes I keep having to close the movie and resume [6:51 PM] Me: I already dont know this owl character [6:51 PM] Me: like I'm not a HUGE fan of sonic but who is she [6:51 PM] Friend: I don't think she was in the games [6:52 PM] Friend: just an owl who adopted sonic [6:52 PM] Me: oh no is she from the original archie comics [6:52 PM] Me: I've also never seen sonic younger than like 15 [6:52 PM] Friend: no idea [6:52 PM] Me: were those echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: the old sonic show (the good one) had an episode where sonic goes back in time and meets himself as a kid [6:53 PM] Me: oh good he's a cop good /s [6:53 PM] Me: the urkel one? [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah echidnas [6:53 PM] Friend: yeah [6:53 PM] Friend: there were two urkel ones [6:54 PM] Friend: aired at the same time [6:54 PM] Friend: or same year [6:54 PM] Me: he was in both of them??? [6:54 PM] Friend: yep [6:54 PM] Me: I never watched the "good one" [6:54 PM] Me: sat am? [6:54 PM] Friend: yeah [6:54 PM] Me: yeah I literally never saw it [6:54 PM] Friend: I think [6:54 PM] Me: til Nostalgia Critic [6:57 PM] Me: did crazy carl's drawing look like sanic I can't rewind with ondemand [6:58 PM] Friend: yes it did [7:05 PM] Me: whoops sonic emp [7:07 PM] Me: I assume these old people are describing eggman [7:07 PM] Me: so eggman is human [7:08 PM] friend: yeah [7:10 PM] Me: whos stone [7:10 PM] Me: like did Eggman need a human y.. [7:10 PM] Me: wait is he a robot [7:10 PM] Me: "a human yesman" is what I was going to say [7:10 PM] Me: it seems weird to me that he'd pay a human yesman instead of building a robot yesman [7:11 PM] friend: to be fair he has a human yesman in that old show too [7:11 PM] Me: the show I didnt watch? [7:11 PM] friend: yeah [7:11 PM] Me: I watched the pumpkin show [7:11 PM] Me: and sonic boom cartoon [7:12 PM] Me: and I played sonic adventure 2 [7:12 PM] Me: and sonic 06 [7:13 PM] Me: I'm just letting you know what I know [7:13 PM] Me: what sonic media I've consumed [7:13 PM] Me: I never played the 2D games [7:13 PM] Me: never saw Sonic Sat Am [7:14 PM] Me: uhh meow [7:14 PM] Me: oh neat I didn't know that's how the rings would work [7:14 PM] Friend: lol nice to know where you are in the movie [7:15 PM] Me: donut lord shouldn't be so confused this is at least his second time finding a small talking furry animal-like creature [7:15 PM] Me: I'm sorry but the fact that this dude had the same role in hop is hilarious [7:15 PM] Me: how do you get typecast like that [7:16 PM] Me: "where are the mushrooms and why am I still on earth" is a mood [7:16 PM] Me: his eyes are cool looking [7:16 PM] Me: I can't remember what the old design looked like and I'm scared to look it up [7:17 PM] Me: did I tell you someone proved that it wasn't a stunt and that was the actual real design [7:17 PM] friend: someone told me that [7:17 PM] Me: because they found the merch they were making and they actually made some with the old design [7:17 PM] Me: that was intentional [7:18 PM] Me: oh I like those videogame control gloves [7:18 PM] Me: they need to make those for VR [7:21 PM] Me: raccoons are so cute [7:21 PM] Me: I want one for a pet [7:23 PM] Me: no I'm calling it, Stone is secretly a robot [7:25 PM] Me: the more he says mushroom planet the more I realize it's a nintendo joke [7:25 PM] Me: the mushroom planet has to be the mushroom kingdom [7:25 PM] Me: he doesn't want to go where mario lives [7:26 PM] Me: now I want mushrooms (food) [7:26 PM] Friend: every time he talks about the mushroom planet I want them to make a nintendo cinematic universe [7:26 PM] Me: man Sonic's individual quills look weird? [7:27 PM] Me: whenever I focus on them [7:27 PM] Me: not that bad but it's weird [7:28 PM] Friend: the ones still on his body? I know the one not on his body was never changed [7:28 PM] Me: yeah the ones on him [7:28 PM] Me: it's fine looking when I don't focus on them [7:29 PM] Me: this movie has Antman vibes [7:29 PM] Me: similar humor [7:35 PM] Me: hipsters how do you even convince someone you're not that lol [7:35 PM] Me: oh here we go first standstill [7:36 PM] Me: it's really cool actually, like that one xmen scene [7:36 PM] Me: god that is just ridiculously fast [7:36 PM] Me: so far this movie is better than it looked [7:37 PM] Me: especially before the redesign [7:37 PM] Me: ugh [7:37 PM] friend: I do wonder how much, if any, the story changed with the design [7:37 PM] Me: I'm just guessing that it's the same but there could have been more changes [7:39 PM] Me: ok if mushroom world has no breathable air I'd say that's not a safe place to go [7:39 PM] Me: for sonic??? [7:40 PM] Friend: I do question how a planet full of mushrooms can have enough oxygen in it. there must be something producing more oxygen though [7:41 PM] Me: if Stone isn't a robot that eggman built I hope he's paid well [7:41 PM] Me: he literally just said it doesn't have breathable air [7:41 PM] Friend: I thought he said it did [7:42 PM] Me: ... [7:42 PM] Me: I can't rewind [7:42 PM] Me: a babysitter is infinitely better than a cop tho [7:42 PM] Me: acab [7:44 PM] Me: does he go super sonic in this [7:44 PM] Me: like gold [7:45 PM] Me: aaand he's flossing [7:45 PM] Me: how old is sonic [7:45 PM] Me: is this a child [7:45 PM] friend: idk they should have mentioned it somewhere [7:46 PM] Me: are those children fighting over a switch or a tablet [7:46 PM] Me: jesus sonic just killed eggman [7:46 PM] Me: like I understand but [7:46 PM] Me: oh he waasn't in that one [7:46 PM] Me: I guess [7:49 PM] Me: it seems weird that that exploded [7:49 PM] Me: what if it killed sonic [7:49 PM] Me: what if it damaged the remains [7:49 PM] Me: didnt eggman want to study him [7:50 PM] Me: ok well eggman just called Stone a human being so I hope he's being paid well [7:53 PM] Me: ok how is it fun to be chased by a holographic dinosaur [7:53 PM] Me: I literally have nightmares that are that [7:53 PM] Me: except in nightmares you can feel terror and pain [7:56 PM] Me: are those the shoes that had a deal with sonic adventure 2 [7:57 PM] Me: ah man this is the kinda guy who would either get fired because he's too good to be a cop or be corrupted by getting the job [7:57 PM] Me: I've been reading a lot of stories of what happens to "good cops" lately [7:58 PM] Me: and either they get fired for not being terrible or they become terrible [7:58 PM] Me: remember there are no good cops [7:59 PM] friend: well that is going to change soon [7:59 PM] friend: or it better [7:59 PM] Me: no more cops [7:59 PM] Me: abolish cops [7:59 PM] Me: freedom [8:03 PM] Me: oooo he called him eggman [8:03 PM] Me: took me a second to realize that wasn't just his name [8:03 PM] friend: he is eggman in japan and robotnic in america [8:04 PM] Me: I just think of him as Dr Eggman Robotnic [8:04 PM] Me: like bowser is King Bowser Koopa [8:04 PM] Me: Princess Peach Toadstool [8:04 PM] Me: ... I wasn't paying attention did sonic's speed just fail [8:05 PM] Me: *ring get noise* Me: oh no how many of those rings does he have [8:07 PM] Me: like not an infinite amount [8:07 PM] Me: wait [8:07 PM] Me: aren't the pyramids like [8:07 PM] Me: next to a city [8:08 PM] Me: and not in the middle of endless sand [8:08 PM] friend: yeah [8:09 PM] friend: from pictures there does seem to be a lot of sand around them [8:10 PM] Me: its the angle [8:10 PM] Me: the pyramids are like [8:10 PM] Me: inbetween endless sand and a city [8:10 PM] friend: sure [8:10 PM] Me: well he's going Blue Super Sonic [8:10 PM] Me: still not gold/yellow [8:11 PM] friend: well he does need all the chaos emeralds to go gold [8:12 PM] Me: so what is this form called [8:12 PM] Me: canonically [8:12 PM] friend: idk [8:12 PM] Me: blue lightning sonic [8:13 PM] friend: all that comes up is a truck [8:14 PM] Me: try tvtropes [8:17 PM] Me: well they're treating him like a child? I think? [8:17 PM] Me: like they adopted him [8:17 PM] Me: he's flossing and has a racecar bed [8:17 PM] Me: I think he's a child??? [8:18 PM] Me: hye look its eggman [8:18 PM] Me: he's gonna be so pissed when he gets back [8:18 PM] Me: pff stone isn't a human anymore [8:18 PM] Me: I guess the air is breathable [8:18 PM] Me: how does he get fat on msuhroom world [8:19 PM] Me: are the mushrooms edible [8:19 PM] friend: I would hope at least some of them are [8:19 PM] Me: wait why did he shave [8:19 PM] Me: I saw him do it but it's not explained why [8:19 PM] Me: did he get gum in his hair what did I miss [8:20 PM] friend: well if his mustache is any indication his hair might have gotten... idk weird, so he shaved it [8:21 PM] friend: remember end credit scenes [8:21 PM] Me: ah mood [8:21 PM] Me: I'm watching the credits yes [8:21 PM] Me: I mean I feel like shaving my head would feel infinitely weirder so I just buzz it short but mood [8:21 PM] friend: idr if there was a thing at the very end of the credits [8:21 PM] Me: oh here we go some woods TAILS [8:21 PM] Me: NO [8:21 PM] Me: they had to redesign tails [8:21 PM] Me: too [8:21 PM] Me: wait [8:21 PM] Me: uh [8:21 PM] Me: that was [8:21 PM] Me: really fast for tails [8:22 PM] Me: I guess he's not as fast as sonic but he's not supposed to be that fast [8:22 PM] Me: aaand more credits [8:22 PM] friend: well he can be fast in the games [8:23 PM] Me: he was slow in sonic boom cartoon [8:23 PM] Me: maybe???