#they’re so cat x dog coded i cannot stand them

[virgoscringe]

jayvik sketch page as i work out how i wanna draw them 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ they’re sooo embarrassing (derogatory)

(comms are open! <3)

[modestlyabsurd]

Endgame (Loki x Reader)

"How do your Avengers fare in the future?" The bitter poison laced through his words is testing you, testing your strength, testing your love, testing your will.

"They're good fighters." You chew the inside of your cheek, the metallic taste of blood coating your tongue. "They've developed a sense of teamwork."

"It won't last."

That coldness. Callousness. You nod slowly and purse your lips. "You'd be surprised."

Looking through the glass at this product of Thanos' brainwashing is painful. Nowhere is the Loki you loved, the Loki you let in to see the ugliest parts of your soul. The Loki that loved you.

This person is weak. Afraid. Dangerous. A hurt dog hollering, a cornered dog snarling. The first source is at the hands of his father's lies, then began a horrendous spiral. Plucked from an abyss of nothingness, his attempted genocide and suicide having failed, captured when he's most vulnerable.

Fed promises and hope. Filled with a hunger for vengeance. Given tools, power, and supposed knowledge. Given answers to his pain; that the universe will only work against him, lest he rules it himself.

Against the advice of his handlers, he would begin with Midgard, the simplest of the realms. The realm that rules themselves. The realm known for the ignorance of its people. Great opportunity lies within Midgard. Humans were a moldable people; not entirely set in their ways. Ever-changing. Indecisive. In need of guidance and direction. Yes, he would begin with Midgard.

At least, that's what he planned.

Loki underestimated the advancement of Earth's technology and resources. The push-back that would come from the humans. He expected more willing submission, and instead has now been captured, yet again.

Once more, he is being filled with new knowledge. Of betrayal, of lies, of ulterior motives, much the Black Order had enlightened him of. Only this information comes not from the mutant, disfigured mouth of The Other; rather, it comes from the sweet-tongued, youthful, naive mouth of a young woman.

She begs him to relent. To rethink his plans. She says she is from the future, that she knows him and his brother. The Avengers. She claims she has seen the fruits of his labor and that they are poisonous. Futile.

Of course, he listens - as if he has a choice - but he gives her words no credence. He has been shown the power. He yielded it within the scepter! He did, before the Avengers imprisoned him and took it away.

What fools.

Just a bit longer, he will play along. He will look into her eyes as she vomits this schpiel of nonsense for him. A few more moments won't hurt.

"Y'know, your brother explained it to me this way. How you are. He said, 'Loki is a free spirit trapped within the confines of his own limitations. He's like a bird that's been raised in a cage, and then suddenly the cage collapses. Most birds might fly away and never return. But Loki continues flying in a circle within the same boundary of the cage, as if it were still there.'" you pause, staring at your hands, licking your chapped lips. A sad smile spreads across your cheeks at the thought of Thor. "Now I see what he meant."

"Is that so? He thinks he's cracked the code, is that it?" A dark, humorless chuckle quietly fills the room. "And you believe him. I need no further convincing that you are nothing more than a hopeless, delusional child. A waste of time."

He was really digging deep. And it hurt.

The taste of blood coated your entire mouth now; you'd chewed your lips into blisters, your cheeks were butchered on the inside.

Next plan of action.

You pull out your walkie-talkie and push the communications button, a three toned chirp echoing off the walls.

"What's the code to enter the cell?"

A moment passes.

Steve's voice comes through.

"Eight eight four two, five eight five six."

"Copy."

You stand from the metal bench, rolling out tension from your neck and shoulders. The touch pad is alongside the cell, left of where you are. You pad across the metal grate floor, each step excruciatingly audible. You notice out of peripheral vision Loki's cold blue eyes monitoring your every move.

You tap in the code. The glass door opens horizontally. Loki, mockingly, beckons you inside by opening his arms to the cell.

Ever since you stood up, your heart rate has been off the charts. Your blood has gone cold. Your hands have moistened, you wipe them on the thighs of your jeans as you enter the cell.

Once you're inside, the door shuts behind you, jarring your feet as it latched tight.

There is so much distance between you. Not a trace of fondness. No sign of emotion. Other than disdain. Annoyance, maybe. Like he wished you would spontaneously combust.

"I've gathered that you don't believe me," you peek from under your eyelashes.

He ponders you. No, he doesn't believe it, but that's not what he wants to say. He's highly intrigued, now that you've shown the courage - be it as stupid as it is - to enter the cage with the animal. The monster.

Your persistence is amusing.

"I must admit, your story is quite elaborate. Believable, even." He rises from the little bench provided in the cell, holding his wrists behind his back. All you hear is the blood pounding in your chest, and his boots. Your eyes are fixed onto him.

He saunters toward you and it is when he has decreased the space between you that your world freezes.

"Sadly, no. I do not. And my patience is wearing thin," he snarls. You see the twitch of his jaw clenching.

"Your patience is running thin, and my time is running out," you whisper. A small, nervous smile wants to emerge, so you let it. "I want to show you something, if you're willing to see."

He gestures for you to show him, and you cast your gaze down to his chest as you pull something out of your back pocket.

A photo.

Instead of handing it to him, you take a chance and move beside him to view it together.

It's you and Loki. You're taking the picture, laughing, as he kisses you passionately.

"Thor found this picture mixed in with his stuff before," your voice cracks as you remember. "Before it happened. I didn't even know it existed. When he gave it to me I stared at it for hours. I memorized every part of it. Every color. Every shadow. Heh, I'm not even sure where we were or what we were doing, but, I remember thinking that this image was the culmination of how I felt about you. How you made me feel."

The photo shakes in the grip of your fingertips.

Loki was pulled into the water by the photo. He swam through it; your bright, toothy smile, pink cheeks and scrunched nose carries him afloat to his own reflection. The high angle shows his arms secured around your middle, holding you tenderly. Protecting you. His nose and lips are pressed firmly to your temple and although his eyes are closed, the image permeates his feelings in that moment. Whatever they are, he seems so sure of himself.

Loki begins drowning in your narration.

Confliction; a strong pull in all directions. Did this happen? Could it be true? Could you, a mortal human, have enraptured his tarnished heart in such a way? Could he, you?

No, of course not. Loving a human? He would never. This ... Somehow, this is certainly a manipulation from the mastermind Avengers. A ploy. Manifested out of fear.

He shakes his head, willing away the pathetic questioning you planted in his mind. How dare ... he cannot seem to look away from the photo.

"You alright?" you ask softly, naturally.

His head hasn't stopped shaking. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice his fingers twitching, aching to fidget with something. His brow has hardened.

"This ... You ... You witch!" he backs away, leaving a gust of cold near where he stood.

"Loki, calm down - "

"Do not give me orders," he hisses. "Who do you think you are, anyway? The holder of my heart? My one true love? This is nothing more than a childish game. Pathetic!"

"Why are you reacting this way? Why are you so angry? You act like I punched you in the face; all I did was show you a picture."

"You undermine my intelligence, you imbecile."

"I think you're hiding how you really feel."

"Oh, do tell," he mocks, cocking his head sideways and squinting coldly at you.

"Look at yourself! I'm childish? You're acting like a bully and it's because you're afraid of the possibility I'm right."

He glares daggers into your soul.

You begin walking toward him, waving the photo as you go. "Tell me you didn't feel something when you saw this. Tell me. I watched you. Tell me you felt nothing! Lie to me, just like you would anyone else!"

You've closed the space to only a few feet, at best. He looks down his long nose at you, but you don't choke. You hold him there. You stand your ground for the greater good. Ready, at this point, for him to do with you what he will.

But he does nothing.

Actually, he does do something - he drops his head and looks away from you. He inhales sharply. He brings his hands together. He scratches at his left palm, a nervous habit you've tried to help him break. The source of all the cat-scratch scars that adorn it. Scars you used to kiss whenever he got upset.

You take a chance, and carefully inch closer.

"You're gonna die, Loki."

He meets your troubled gaze, his eyes no longer stone cold, but still untrusting.

"You're gonna die. He's gonna kill you himself. He's using you. He's using your pain to manipulate you into doing something you don't even realize. Something you'll regret very soon. You won't rule the world. You'll cease to exist. Along with everything else."

You're mere inches away now. It still as though you're approaching a wild animal; they may seem docile, but you're unable to read their thoughts. You've already felt a bit of the bite, though. It's now or never.

"Look at me." you whisper.

Slowly, he lifts his eyes up to yours. You swear, they've changed from even moments ago from cobalt blue. They're now a clear gray. The color they fade to when he's truly afraid. A color you've only seen once...

"I came across time to save you, Loki. I love you."

It wasn't until a few seconds of silence passed, that you realized you had never said that before. You were always too scared to admit it to yourself or anyone. It made sense as to why you felt that way now. You've just laid your feelings out in front of someone who is so mentally broken, so damaged, he is going to die due to mistakes made stemming from his afflictions. You know it.

You saw it.

Suddenly your chest becomes hollow. No lungs to breathe air. No blood for your heart to pump, so it just pumps and pumps and pumps, constricting your ribcage, suffocating you.

"I - I shouldn't have said that," you stutter, turning away and blindly looking for an escape from this feeling.

You're at the glass door, your fingers shakily hovering over the key pad as you try to remember that damned code but it will not come to you!

Another hand covers your trembling one. You jump and turn around, not even registering what was happening.

"I can't - I can't remember the code - it was eight eight something - "

Loki covers your mouth with his.

...

He's kissing you.

Your lungs fill with sweet air. Your heart fills with warmth. Your knees give way and you wrap your arms so tightly around his neck because if you didn't you would've fallen and goodness gracious, he's kissing you.

It was the best you've ever had. All lips, tongue, teeth, hands, everything.

Finally, you're home.

He breaks away all too soon; you whine, and find yourself moving closer to feel him again. His breath fans your nose. Your head is spinning, you barely hear his words.

"I believe you."

[lyndanaclerio]

Start again...

Well, it’s another year and I’m trying to not play my usual “IT IS 30 YEARS SINCE 1988!” because that year was as bats as 1987 and hello, I am old and that might alienate people.

It’s also 25 years since 1993. At least I had pink hair for a week that year.

Who the hell am I?

I am Lynda, I am the hobo-looking person who can be seen sweeping the street and walking the dog in all weather and sitting under a tree for three seasons with my cats. I've been drawing a silly comic strip since 2004 to make my pets immortal and also keep myself checking in because really, if anyone asks, I can wave at my terrible comic and say, “I made a thing,” and even though I never completed the Crayola guide on how to draw animals, it’s a thing I made. So. Yes. Basically I wanted to die in 2004 and just started drawing instead. I highly recommend it. What the hell am I doing now?

I am studying CSS grid and flexbox to update all the websites I started making years ago, the oldest being a Porkins fansite I created with people I never met but love dearly, and of course the comic sites, and I say sites plural because I started out on Keenspace (monkey.comicgenesis.com) and am slowly migrating to Wordpress (TailsFromTheBackyard.com) but still have about 1200 comics to move over. I’m also studying React, if you go to my CodePen you’ll see I made a counter.

I used to doctor photos. I would still be doctoring photos but people can do that themselves now with apps so I don’t get many gigs and therefore I’m back to doing websites. To make things more of a pain, I’m interested in accessibility because I have double vision and my Nan has low vision, so I really want to help make the Internet a better place for people who can’t see what the hell is going on.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The reason I was not the next Elon Musk is because I have Chiari Malformation with a side helping of cervical dystonia. It gave me the superpowers of double vision and inability to sit or stand for long periods of time. Also my memory is a bit dodgy but if prompted it all comes back. I wasn’t diagnosed until 2013, so I lost a lot of time believing being in a human body was a joke. I’m lucky (HAHAHA) that physical therapy helps me because there is no medication for any of this. Oh, yeah, I can’t have caffeine anymore ISN’T THAT SPECIAL? But ice packs are nice. If you come to me with a problem I will offer you physical therapy and/or ice. I’m sorry, I got paid to do that for a few years and it was wonderful, but I’m getting better at not trying to fix people.

Who do I love? One dog and two cats have my heart, and way too many hobo cats got in there, too but they don’t want to live with me so I’m building a lot of character dealing with what I can and cannot change. Boy oh boy did 2017 teach me many lessons. My neverending obsessions are Star Wars, Tetris, weird music, weird podcasts, and escaping to a swingset in the backyard which will be 30 years old this summer OH GOD I WENT THERE. Fandoms: Star Wars: Porkins, Leia, Obi-Wan, Threepio/Artoo, K2-SO, Finn/Poe, Poe/Leia, Leia/Han, Chirrut/Baze, Kylux (by ososmosis thanks to @glitzob)

Monty Python: the Gumbys bae, but really, Python saved my life.

Comic Strip Presents/Young Ones/French & Saunders/Bottom: I am still in mourning for Rik.

MCU/X-Men/Deadpool: ALL THAT. Doctor Who: Four, Ten, Twelve, and Thirteen despite only having seen her for two minutes.

Angie Tribeca: Hoffman, Hoffman, Hoffman. Attack On Titan: Levi. Just Levi, unless Erwin’s come back to life (SPOILERS?). Mikasa, too. And Hange. I AM SECRETLY SASHA THE POTATO GIRL. Twin Peaks: Log Lady, Nadine, Cinnamon Roll-era Cooper, Dougie Jones, Diane

Harry Potter: I’m Ravenclaw, so Luna Lovegood and Moaning Myrtle are kind of my style gurus. I will talk your ear off about X-Files, Agents of SHIELD, Scorpion, Castle, Person Of Interest, Northern Exposure and an assortment of British mysteries. For some reason I will watch game shows or home repair shows if nothing else is on.

Favorite Podcasts:

Drabblecast and Welcome To Night Vale. I was into Beware The Hairy Mango and Guild Of The Cowry Catchers, but they’re pretty much over. I listen to Adventures In Brain Injury, Super Data Science, The AfroFuturist Podcast and the CodePen podcast because I’m trying to learn stuff even while making coffee and pruning hedges. Favorite Video Games:

Tetris forever, but also GTA III, Tomb Raider 1-Legacy, Kid Chameleon, any Lego-related game despite sucking at them, West of Loathing, Fist of Jesus, and most of the ‘80s Activision games shit yes I am old, didn’t I start off by saying that?

Top Ten songs of 2017 (in no particular order):

Shadow by Chromatics, New York and Los Ageless by St. Vincent, Magnificent by Elbow, It’s A Shame by First Aid Kit, Up All Night by Beck, Truth Hurts by LIzzo, Bang by Tori Amos, Mi Gente, and anything by Poppy So that’s me. Have a great 1-8 and don’t be a stranger. I mean, we are all strangers, but if you talk to me I generally reply.

Goals!

In 2017 I planked for a minute every day except for those two months where I couldn’t support my own weight on my Botox-riddled noodle arms and I ended up 41% fluent in Spanish from doing Duolingo every day.

In 2018 I guess I can break the planking record, hit 50% fluency in Spanish, and I’m going to make a point of playing the sight-reading music tutor app every day and also doing CodeWars to keep JavaScript in my head. Oh, yeah, I’m also going to do more arm-waving and saying, “Hire me to update your websites!” and we’ll see how that goes.

YES, I will totally make you a landing page! (I do that.) YES, I will totally debug/update your code! YES, I will totally draw you silly pictures!