#this is a twink free zone

[crow-kit]

human bill in my art style

[backpackingspace]

I do need everybody to know that in all of my precanon odysseus eurylochus polites posts all of them can pick each other up. There are no twinks in this. All three of them are stupid strong and competent and it's paramount to the nation's peace that any of them could pick up/drag the other away

[necromycologist]

is he part of the charter? kept alive by the charter? free magic infected so he can’t use the charter? free magic and charter? charter dead zone? walking charter generator? charter mage? fuck if i know baby hes any of them depending on the fic. goldenhand can die by my blade

[joni-witchell]

I have a few sideblogs that I think are preddy good.

My Aesthetic blog :

My gay eroticism blog :

My TTRPG inspo blog :

[stonedstr8]

TOKE 'N STROKE

"Ads are getting so damn invasive." Lucas thought to himself, clicking skip on yet another pointless car commercial interrupting the video essay he was watching. "You think the algorithm would know its audience by now, I'm too gay to drive!"

He laughed a little bit at the joke, running a hand through his soft, bleached blonde hair. He was the epitome of a high-maintenance twink, with his smooth, hairless body and perfect sense of style. He was smart too and liked to boast about it, with a scholarship for his English Lit degree and being made President of his university's LGBT Chapter, which he was hoping to use as a stepping stone to become Student Body President next year.

Leaning back again in his chair he reached for his cellphone, seeing a text from his boyfriend Alex.

Alex: "Hey cutie, still busy with finals this weekend, but have time for a dinner date Sunday night?"

He smiled to himself, giving an eager text back to set it up, and to wish him well on his upcoming exams. "Ugh, I need to start studying too, Monday's going to be one hell of a final... I'll focus on it and head to the library after this video and-"

Just like that, his train of thought was interrupted again by a stupid ad, this time some obnoxious psychedelic visuals and a bad electric guitar riff blared out of his monitor. It startled him so badly that he seized up for a second, accidentally clicking the ad and being brought to their store page. "Broski's Bud's, one stop ship and shop for weed strains to fix your brain..." He rolled his eyes at the cringe marketing, getting ready to close the tab when a pop-up opened trying to tell him all about a deal he 'wouldn't want to miss out on'. "No thanks, stupid site, you can keep your Bro Buds or whatever to yourself." but every time he hit X on the popup another would open, being more and more insistent each time about new deals, until finally a desperate '90% OFF AND SPECIAL STARTER KIT AS A BONUS WITH YOUR FIRST PURCHASE' filled his screen. "FINE," he scoffed at his computer, "I'll take a look at the stupid site. My therapist suggested I try out weed to help lessen my anxiety anyways, so might as well get a good deal on it..."

Clicking the pop-up added the 'starter kit' to his cart, it was a pack of pre-rolled blunts and some sort of mystery box, but the description didn't help him understand it much either. "Get ready to step into the zone and open ur mind with this one bros, Broski's Buds bestselling strain, Toke 'n Stroke, is sure to change your life by stimulating a high never felt before! This isn't your sissy uncle's strain, this shit puts hair on your chest like a real man!"

"God this is so cringe, I bet they get all kinds of business marketing to the dumb jocks in town, no wonder their brains are mush. Still, it's just weed and for $20 I might as well give it a try, I probably won't find it cheaper anywhere else..." sitting in thought about it for a few seconds, Lucas finally filled in his payment info and placed his order, getting a free upgrade to same-day delivery since they seem to have a storefront a few miles from his apartment.

"Well, there goes my library plans I guess, I'll have to wait around for delivery since my package will probably get swiped otherwise..." Lucas sighed, turning off his computer and plopping down onto the couch, picking up his Switch to play Animal Crossing and kill time.

A few hours passed and the sky got dark before finally a long buzz came from his intercom. "Took them long enough, it's nearly 9pm!" he complained, putting his jacket on to head downstairs. When he got down there the delivery guy had already gotten into his car again, driving away and leaving Lucas to carry the package back upstairs all on his own. It was bigger than he expected, taking both hands to lift it and keep it stable. "Jesus, this thing must weight like 40 pounds! What did they put in here?"

After a bit of struggling and the occasional break to catch his breath, Lucas pushed his package into the living room, collapsing on the floor next to it for a while. "After that workout I'm surprised I don't look like the douchebags around campus." he laughed to himself, bouncing up to get a box cutter and pry his package open. After taking the carton of pre-rolled blunts out, he started into the box with a bit of confusion and disgust, pulling things out one after the other.

"A sleeveless tank top that says 'Toke 'n Stroke Bro'... A pair of douchey sunglasses... Some red gym shorts, socks and slides... Ew, a snapback saying 'Who ate all the pussy?', why the fuck would anyone wear this!... And 2 dumbbells, no wonder this thing was so heavy! All of this is useless shit that's gonna end up in a donation bin now, I'll have to drop this trashy stuff off tomorrow on my way to the library... But hey, at least the weed seems fine, smells... potent." He said, tossing everything back into the box and taking a whiff of one of the blunts.

Kicking back on the couch again, he played with the blunt in his hand for a while before finally having the courage to light it up, taking a hit. Immediately he started coughing, not used to the sensation, but it did make his brain start to feel... fuzzy. "Damn, okay I need to push past it and get used to it." he said, lighting up for another hit of the blunt, this time barely a cough escaping his throat, feeling suspiciously more used to it. Then another, and another, until finally the whole blunt was gone. Sitting in his daze for a while, he enjoyed the sensation of his mind drifting around experiencing the high, his anxiety melting away as if he didn't have a care in the world. Eventually he decided to try and get up, but his body slumped over off the couch and hitting the floor, the room fading to black...

...

When Lucas finally came to again, the first thing that hit him was the strong smell of weed floating around in the air. "Damn bro, did I smoke the whole set or what..." he laughed groggily, getting ready to stretch out and get back to laying on the couch before he was startled by the sound of moaning blasting from his TV, eyes shooting open in confusion. On the screen, two busty lesbians were making out, them taking turns groping each others boobs and fingering each other. "What the fuck bro, how long has this been on?" he cursed, nervous that the neighbors nextdoor might have heard it playing as he started desperately looking for the remote.

When he couldn't find it in the cushions, he got up from the couch only to be met with his feet kicking a bunch of empty beer cans. "Dude, there's gotta be 2 dozen thrown all over the floor, did I have a party or something? I don't even know anyone who drinks beer..." he mumbled, going to scratch his head in confusion, but was even more confused when instead of his hair he felt a hat on top of his head. "Huh?" he thought, as he looked down at the floor again, noticing that instead of his skinny jeans and converse he was now wearing the socks and slides from the box, along with the sleeveless tank top and the shorts too. He stumbled his way to the bathroom door still baked out of his mind, mouth dropping open at his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him.

"Broooo, am I dreaming or what the fuckkkk is going on" he said in disbelief. No more was the cute, pale twink he used to be staring back at him. Instead, a douchey bro he didn't recognize was standing face to face with him. Tanned skin, pillowy muscles, his once blonde hair turned into a brown buzz cut and with that stupid "Who ate all the pussy?" hat slapped over it. He touched his face, feeling along his chin where his once smooth skin now had a rougher texture, and a trashy chinstrap sprouted from his jawline. He slapped his face a few times in his daze, trying to wake up from the dream and growing more confused each time nothing changed.

Turning around and staggering back to his living room to try and make sense of what's going on, it hit him that he barely recognizes the room anymore. His apartment used to be perfectly maintained and well-decorated, now there was beer cans all over the floor, along with dirty socks and cummed-in underwear, greasy pizza boxes and chip bags all over the table and counter, the decorations on his walls had been torn down and replaced with posters of chicks in bikinis and sports teams, his Switch replaced with an X-Box and a stack of COD games next to it, DVD cases of trashy bro-comedies were thrown around near the TV too... Then the smell hit him, it STUNK in here, like a sickening mixture of weed, cheap body spray, and sour BO wafting in a heat around the room. "Bro, it fucking reeks in here... Or wait..." he mumbled as he gave himself a whiff, "I fucking reek!"

After a bit of stunned silence he finally started to process things in his brain again. How the fuck did he get like this, was any of this even real, and how does he get back to normal? He plopped back onto the couch, picking up his phone to see he had a handful of missed texts and calls from his boyfriend before noticing the time... 2:00pm. On Sunday. He had somehow been blacked out for 2 whole nights, with no memory of anything that had happened. While getting ready to call his boyfriend back, Lucas felt his insides rumbling and at first he thought it was from the munchies because of all the weed, but then he realized "Oh bro, all that double-cheese pizza is really gonna fucking..."

*PHRRRBBBTTT!*

His body instinctively lifted its leg as it pushed out the loudest and most obnoxious fart he'd ever ripped in his life, as his body seemed to react on its own, letting out an immature laugh and wafting the air before muttering "Fuck yeah bro, smells like victory!" He leaned back into the couch, remembering he needed to call Alex, but the loud moaning on the TV caught him off guard again. This time he locked eyes with the screen, the cock in his shorts immediately bulging and straining at the sight of the lesbian porn before him. "I really need to turn this shit off and get whatever's going on sorted out..." he thought, but he realized he couldn't move his hand to reach for his phone, instead it reacted on its own, reaching down his waistband to pull out his cock and start stroking for the busty babes on TV.

"All I do is Toke 'n Stroke, bro..." a voice in his head seemed to say, except it didn't come from within, he spoke it directly out of his own mouth.

"Wait, I didn't say that bro, it's-" he tried to talk, realizing that his thoughts echoed around stuck in his own head, not even leaving the lips of his own body. He was just stuck there, watching in a dazed horror as he went on autopilot.

"Toke 'n Stroke bro, I'm such a loyal customer Broski's Buds will HAVE to take me as a hype boy this time haha!" his voice spoke again, continuing to stroke for the porn on TV, Lucas's eyes stuck fixed on the screen. Suddenly though, he was interrupted by his phone vibrating, a text from his boyfriend coming through.

Alex: "Hey cutie, I hope everything is alright? You haven't answered my calls or texts in a couple days, I know it's busy with all your studying but we do still have dinner planned for tonight. Still on for me to pick you up at 5?"

"Oh thank God," Lucas thought, reading the message, "I can tell him what's going on and have him come over to help me fix this shit!" Unlocking his phone, Lucas let out a sigh of relief as he got ready to reply, only for his body to still be taken over by whatever douchey daze it was stuck in.

Lucas: "dont u ever come around me u faggy creep, if me or my bros ever catch u within 100 feet of us we'll give u the beating of a lifetime! fuck around n find out if u dare to show ur face here."

Lucas screamed internally as the message was typed out and sent in front of his very eyes, before his hand moved to block his boyfriend's number and turn his phone off. "Something is seriously fucking wrong with me bro, I need to-"

*PHHRRRRBBBTTTTTT*

Another obnoxious and sickening fart blasted out of his ass, filling the room and breaking Lucas's thoughts down into a daze again, as he felt around under the couch for something before pulling a sweaty, well-used fuck toy of a girls ass and pussy up from the mess.

As Lucas once again locked eyes with the TV, he took another hit from his dwindling blunt stash, finishing up the last one. After throwing what was left onto the floor, he prepared the fuck toy and slid it right down onto his cock, starting to bounce the toy up and down as he edged himself closer to finishing.

"If I can't figure out a way to snap out of this, I'm so fucked..." he thought, as his voice spoke again. "Toke 'n Stroke bro, this chick is soooo getting fucked!" He moaned, as he shot his thick load into the toy, feeling some of his braincells permanently shoot out with it, sloppily wiping the mess on the cushion next to him as he laid back, feeling his insides start to bubble again.

Lucas had a lot of Bro Time to catch up on, but luckily his new favorite weed strain was making sure that he was a captive audience until he was fully converted and assimilated into just another Bro.

[piowasthere]

Ok, I'll say this for the first and hopefully only time.

(I know it's long, but it's quite important, so please read.)

If you ask me to draw anything in a form of a request (but also applies to trades or even commissions in a way)

I am not obligated to do it. If I do decide to do so, it's because I have the time, strengths, and will I am kind enough to do it for you. I do not. Owe you. Shit.

If I say I'll be willing to do something before discussing the details, I am 100% free to just say no if the thing you want is not something I am comfortable with.

And I do not need to give an explanation why. Most of the time I'll just go silent about it. Because I am not good with serious talk, I don't like it, I am awkward, social anxiety etc. And because I also want to try and be kind.

So if I ghost you after such a thing. You may text me again. Once. To make sure I didn't just forget, it happens. If I still go silent, that means it's not happening. Give up.

Weird shit includes oversexualizing characters or putting them in weird scenarios.

Sure, I do some questionable shit, but I don't usually go outside of suggestive or just thirst traps if I feel like it. I don't do explicit NSFW. (in a sexual sense, I use curse words and enjoy some heavy gore quite often, but those are not the focus of this.)

Or weird kinks or somethin'. No kink shaming. Just don't ask me to make shit I don't like. I think it's that simple. If You're aware, what you are going to ask for is questionable - make sure the artist you're asking is ok with that - and if you won't find anything about it - don't. At the very least, ask about their boundaries. Don't just slap them with that.

I legit am traumatized by some shit some people asked me to do. And I am not easy to get a reaction from.

It's ok to ask me for stuff I've done already - take for the example the 'Solar's hips' joke I have going on. Some people would probably consider it weird in some way, but it's just harmless simping and poking fun at a character that canonically has been called out for being a twink

It's a small gag I have going on with some people I know on Tumblr

if I was uncomfortable with it, I would not take it as far as I did. I think it's funny, and I do enjoy drawing that candy corn, so it's win-win for everyone.

This also comes down to me drawing characters suggestively only if I myself find them attractive in some shape, way or form. I find it funny or there's other context behind it.

Even if it's a character I like, not always will I do that to them.

I can draw shit out of Shadow, but I will not touch Tails with that. I love both of these characters, but I see them very differently. Also, Tails is literally like 8yo, but that's a completely different discussion.

When it comes to commissions - yes. You pay me to do something for you. But because of that factor - I am willing to do more and get more out of my comfort zone than if I was doing it for no profit. (still not NSFW. I mean, more character design or somethin') And the thing is discussed before payment. I will not agree to it if it makes me feel in any way I do not enjoy.

This issue appeared only on DeviantArt, thus far, and I am really happy Tumblr doesn't put me though that too. (update: I actually got one kinda weird ask there once, but it was more of a cursed thought, a laugh and that's about it)

if I ever get anything like that again and don't break my arm while trying to break the monitor, I'll just be deleting everything that person said and if they keep on pushing, I'll just block. I don't usually block people, but I am kinda tired at this point.

Apologies if it's a very long, aggressive rant but-- idfk I'm fed up with that bs.

TL;DR

don't ask any artist to draw you weird shit that might make them uncomfortable, don't act/sound demanding and behave like they owe you their work for any reason, bc in this situation you're the one begging somebody else to do work for you for free. Basically.

I had to rant.

This post goes onto both Tumblr and DA btw. DA to hopefully stop that bs and Tumblr to hopefully prevent it from happening.

[twinkpoll]

TWINK POLL OFFICIAL BRACKET FINALISTS

Drum roll, please!

AUTOMATICALLY ADVANCE TO THE SHOWDOWN:

LINK (LEGEND OF ZELDA)

Final nomination count: 31

TINTIN (THE ADVENTURES OF TINTIN)

Final nomination count: 12

THE REST UNDER THE CUT

ADVANCE VIA VOTES:

LIO FOTIA (PROMARE)

Final nomination count: 23

2. MERLIN (BBC MERLIN)

Final nomination count: 17

3. THE ONCE-LER (THE LORAX)

Final nomination count: 16

4. JULIAN BASHIR (STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE 9)

Final nomination count: 15

5. KUZCO (THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE)

Final nomination count: 13

6. KURAPIKA (HUNTER X HUNTER)

Final nomination count: 12

7. JAMES (POKÉMON)

Final nomination count: 12

8. HOWL JENKINS PENDRAGON (HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE)

Final nomination count: 12

9. VASH THE STAMPEDE (TRIGUN/TRIGUN STAMPEDE)

Final nomination count: 11

10. JASKIER (THE WITCHER)

Final nomination count: 11

11. TAAKO (THE ADVENTURE ZONE)

Final nomation count: 10

12. BILLY "WICCAN" KAPLAN (MARVEL)

Final nomination count: 10

13. VIKTOR (ARCANE)

Final nomination count: 9

14. OBI-WAN KENOBI (STAR WARS EPISODE I: THE PHANTOM MENACE)

Final nomination count: 9 and I hate every one of you

15. HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III (HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON)

Final nomination count: 9

16. TIM "RED ROBIN/ROBIN" DRAKE (DC COMICS)

Final nomination count: 8

17. STILES STILINSKI (TEEN WOLF)

Final nomination count: 8

18. NAGITO KOMAEDA (DANGANRONPA)

Final nomination count: 8

19. LUCIUS SPRIGGS (OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH)

Final nomination count: 8

20. SAURON (TOLKIEN)

Final nomination count: 7 (art by Elena Kukanova)

21. KURT HUMMEL (GLEE)

Final nomination count: 7

22. GUILLERMO DE LA CRUZ (WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS)

Final nomination count: 7

23. CLOUD STRIFE (FINAL FANTASY)

Final nomination count: 7

24. WYLAN VAN EYCK/HENDRICKS (THE GRISHAVERSE)

Final nomination count: 6 (sorry, I had to use a show screenshot, but if you want to share some fanart, including artist credit, I could use, feel free!)

25. TAMAKI SUOH (OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB)

Final nomination count: 6

SURPRISE BACK ALLEY DEAL CHARACTER

Nominated by @girlfailure-bracket, absolute legend

HARUHI FUJIOKA (OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB)

[spicymalepolls]

Preliminary Poll #6

PRELIMINARY POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Jim:

Look this man raised his nephew and is gay. He literally has twinks fighting over him. His dick game is so good that he dickmatized a guy into working for him for free for like a year on the off chance he could hit again without even trying. He kid-zones one of the guys who is in love with him.

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Dr. Atomic Robo Tesla:

He has an adoptive robot son (spoiler, happens later in the comic) and has a dad bod that given his ability to modify himself has to be a choice at this point. He is 83 (in the present at the start of the comic) but he has pure DILF rather than GILF energies. I mean just look at him.

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[katoptron-katophlegon]

the daily dilemma of whether i want to use my free hour and a half at the end of the day to play an aram match, bully a twink on a dating sim, or watch a twilight zone episode

[mousterian-writes]

A Series of Quests 

So I ran a poll asking if people would be more interested in a series on world pvp or a series on quests and quests won by a large margin (you lame-o’s). I recently started a new journey in Wrath Classic- a forsaken rogue who will become my new 29 twink. Redridge and Raven Hill beware! Maybe she’s not actually a forsaken at all but a free willed undead in cahoots with Morbent Fel, that could be a fun little story. 

Anyway. 

As the inaugural post I thought we would cover something that everyone has experience with. Leaving the protected vale of the Valley of Trials or the Northshire Abbey the fresh adventurer encounters a tired currier. They ask the budding hero to bring a delivery, a bundle of furs or supplies, to the nearest Inn. Typically this is the closing quest for the baby-town areas. However, there is a unique one among the bunch.

In Deathknell you approach Calvin Montague, a rogueish forsaken. He asks you to deliver a letter to the Inn in Brill, naturally- but this quest has a twist. He also says he’ll pay you. Intriguing. Normally, one would leave and never return. But, most people are also not running directly to the Undercity and buying a portal to Thunder Bluff to learn one handed swords and maces before beginning their journey in earnest. 

So when I hearth back to complete the quests in deathknell and receive payment, I was surprised to see that my request for payment was rebuked! Instead of handing over the copper, Calvin fights the player character! You fight! And Win. Payment received. 

So what else makes this unique? The intro baby zones are sequestered within the greater starting zones. Through the natural pathing of questing the questee does not normally range back towards that area. However, Tirisfal Glades does have quest areas around the entrance to Deathknell: The pumpkin field.

Here, the player may complete quests at the pumpkin patch in several different passes, naturally bringing the player back to the entrance of Deathknell giving them an opportunity to collect payment and fight Calvin. 

These are the little things in the game that interest me and are just one example of the types of quests I will examine in this series… of quests. 

[brewedbynnango]

Aatiq Yunus ; Info.

(x)

Basic info;

Name: Aatiq Yunus.

Alias: Altair. ⁽ᴬ ⁿᶦᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ 'ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˡᶜᵒⁿ' ᶦⁿ ᴬʳᵃᵇᶦᶜ.⁾

Age: 35 years old.

D.O.B: 06/26.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Nonbinary.

Orientation: Bisexual.

Affiliation: BB Police District (former.)

–– Aatiq yields from the middle east ⁽ᵉᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ⁺ᵇᵃʰʳᵃᶦⁿᶦ⁾.

Physical;

Height: 188 cm / 6’2”. Build: fuckin twink.

Eyes: Blue. Hair: White, Black, red. Skin: Slightly tanned (not portrayed in the fc </3.) Scars: A large one across his shoulder.

Face claim: Elysium – Arknights.

(x)

–– Aatiq is a tall, slim man with a tricolored shoulder-length mullet. Occasionally, white feathers can be seen sticking out of his hair because his pet bird likes to sleep there. He has big, bright blue eyes. Altair is rarely seen without his long white signature coat; decorated with different pins. Underneath he wears a black turtleneck and a utility belt. His pet bird, Elly, is always either resting on his shoulder or in the pocket of his coat.

Personality;

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

MBTI: ESFP.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Positive traits: Charismatic, friendly, determined, supportive, idealistic. Negative traits: Egotistic, loud, naive, impulsive, overbearing optimism.

–– He’s a rather prideful guy who sees highly of himself; and his humorous tone and playful attitude doesn't help, as it often comes across as annoying to others. Though underneath his outgoing persona, Aatiq is someone who is hardworking and prioritizes the needs and well-being of others above his own, consistently displaying an unwavering sense of empathy and compassion.

He wishes to see the good in everyone, holding a strong belief that people are hues of gray rather than just black or white. He possesses an unyielding optimism that fuels his resilience. This optimism also allows him to find creative solutions to problems, seeing challenges as opportunities for growth and learning rather than something to bring him down.

Although ridiculously naive, even he has limits to his kindness. Those who harm or bring others down without good are those Aatiq can’t bring himself to excuse. Even more so if the person who’d been harmed is beloved in his life.

Aatiq has a thirst for exploration and new experiences. He is not afraid to step out of his comfort zone and embrace the unknown. His keen sense of direction allows him to navigate unfamiliar territories with ease. He wishes to live a life where he can be as free as a migrating bird.

Aatiq is also very easy to fluster and embarrass.

History; ⁽ᶜʷ; ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ. ᴮᵃᶜᵏˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ���ᵃᵍᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᶦⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳʸ ⁺ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡ ᵖˡᵒᵗ ᵗʷᶦˢᵗˢ ᵈᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡ ʳᵖˢ.⁾

Aatiq's childhood was relatively ordinary; living with his mother, father, and twin sister. However, due to his father's demanding job as an officer, he spent more time working than with his family. Aatiq heavily idolized his father and aspired to follow in his footsteps by trying to land a job in the same district. And when Aatiq sets his mind to something, he won’t rest until he achieves it – and achieve it he did… kind of.

Tragically, during one of his father's missions, Aatiq received the devastating news that his father had lost his life while saving a family. The loss of his father shook Aatiq - and the rest of the family, of course - to his core. He knew his father was selfless, but something still felt wrong. Aatiq, grappling with grief and anger, questioned the district's preparedness, the whereabouts of his coworkers, safety protocols, the level of support provided to his father during the mission… To make matters worse, he felt that his father's sacrifice was not properly acknowledged. That the district moved on far too quickly.

"These things happen," They'd say. "It's not uncommon to lose our officers during such a dangerous job."

For a while, Aatiq would be uncharacteristically silent. His twin sister had described this period of his life as being as if he wasn’t entirely… there. A numb being that’d taken the place of her brother. …Then, as if nothing had happened, his brother was ‘back’ again, acting as if the change had never happened.

It was hard to pinpoint when it's happened, having felt like years when it’d only been mere months. There’d still been that lingering feeling of melancholy, a sad look in his eyes. But Aatiq smiled again.

And he voiced a new ambition: He wanted to travel around the world – pick up some odd jobs from time to time, and make new memories. No one knew where it’d come from, this new ambition. But when Aatiq sets his mind to something, he won’t rest until he achieves it.

Verses; ⁽ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ.⁾

Fandomless / Original Verse ― Aatiq continues working at his job as an officer, but starts doing more detective work. He's good at acting dumb and harmless to get information.

Death Note ― Pretty much similar to the fandomless/original verse section, except that he'd flown to Japan to help work on the Kira case.

BNHA ― His quirk is 'arctic tern,' A bird mutation quirk – more specifically, Aatiq inhabits the traits of... well. An arctic tern. Other than his physical appearance, this quirk grants him the ability to communicate and bond with birds, forming a symbiotic relationship and coordinating actions with them – as long as he uses the correct bird calls and whistles, that is. He’d used this ability to have birds be his ‘eyes,’ as well as send messages between his coworkers back when he’d still been working at the force. Aatiq can also command birds to fight for him – though that's a rather tricky thing, as he never knows which birds might be around to hear his calls. Not to mention that birds are… tiny, and not often good fighters.

Genshin ― In the genshin version, Aatiq wields a cryo vision, and fights with a polearm that looks a little too much like a flagpole. He resides in Sumeru.

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

JAY NAKAMURA: GOD'S MISTAKE.

Offensive magic grazes him at best, and that's if you're looking directly at him and thinking "FUCK THIS PINK HAIRED TWINK SPECIFICALLY" while you cast it. I think it would be less phasing through him and more that even when it hits its just immediately diffused into the Phantom Realms.

Quick foray into planar magical theory: I've always categorized 'overlay' type realms- the Phantom Zone, the specific plane that Actual Literal Ghosts live on, astral projection plane- as Veils, as opposed to Realms of Existence which have their own solid matter (earth, the rings of hell, the Fey Realm, sundry parallel universes). Veils are realms which are present but not actually there- they've got energy, but no physical matter, to them.

I would love it if Jay had a connection to every single one. Like a stitch going through four layers of chiffon. He's the joining point for all of them, and their only means of interacting with one another. Of course this means that the sheer traveling power he has makes him The prime target for posession. Any soul that wants to be on a different plane but can't escape on their own is going to take one look at Living Portal Jay and go 'free ride'. Constantine agrees to take Jay to Hell exactly one time. They never make that mistake again.

If Jay focuses, he can... kind of switch between which veil he's looking through? He's mostly just stuck Perceiving them all the time, but if he focuses he can spot Specifically Ghosts or Specifically Phantom Zone Convicts. Jon has x ray, infrared, micro and telescopic, Jay has Phantom Zone, Dead People, Maximum Dissociation (astral plane), and Auras!!! (literally just Seeing Magic (and kryptonian radiation fields) which is one hell of a trip depending on where you do it. He can't actually cast detect magic because a spell that small just fries at the amount of magic Jay inevitably accidentally pours into it, so he tested his phasing through reality until he found a 'get out of casting detect magic free card').

(Jon looks like a nebula, on the magical spectrum. Cosmic, peppered with stars like freckles, solar flares twisting down the ley lines of his form. It hadn't occurred to Jay, the first time he'd tried Constantine's idea, that kryptonian radiation fields and magic would exist on the same spectrum. That he'd see the glow of magic damage to the arcane focus he's been pushing to its material limits, and look over at Jon, and completely forget what the hell he was thinking. Jon on the magic spectrum is the most beautiful parts of outer space pressed into fluffy hair and a perpetual smile. He's a person, but he looks like a universe.)

I love the idea of Jay channeling magic being dangerous because there's too damn much of it. He has magic pouring into him, constantly, from four to eight known fonts of it. That's not starting on the way the Phantom Zone starts acting up whenever Jay and jewel kryptonite are in a room together.

Jay has so much power it honestly scares him sometimes. Every intangible, un-physical being regards him vaguely as a guardian angel figure- someone very powerful who can be asked for help and should not be angered. He's technically one of them, and just by virtue of how many veils he's connected to he's the most powerful of all of them. Not even necessarily in actual like... brute strength magic power? There are a few lingering ghosts of angry witches, prowling the Veil of Death with cinders in their hair and murder in their eyes, and any one of them far outclasses Jay in raw magical power and possibly in skill as well. But because he's never quite There, there's... not much they can do to him. He's untouchable even to the intangible, and the ones who aren't desperately trying to possess him seem to think he's a being they should pay their respects to when they see him. It makes him wildly uncomfortable and it turns out this is in fact how Jon feels every time he saves someone and they start calling him a god.

Jay has one foot in the Veils, all the time, and all the power that he's steeped in doesn't come for free. He's a living portal to several different, equally powerful places. It does occasionally feel like those places are trying to pull him apart, because he's stuck in and between all of them and all of them want a piece and all of them want out.

Jon knows all of this, of course. He loses some sleep over it, especially in the beginning when all of this is new and they have no idea how far it really goes. Jon truly fears very, very little, but Jay slipping through his fingers for the last time sits at the top of that list.

I’m wondering how you see the future of Jon and Jay? It always seemed to me that they would be a family who live in their own house, have a child, a dog, maybe some other animals. Like, an average happy family.I don’t know why I think so, it’s just that when I see them, it immediately pops up in my head

OOOOOOOOOOOH DONT GET ME STARTED. Okay let me give you the rundown of my future for these two.

I think they live together in a house they built by hand in the mountains of Gamorra/Free Parousia. Up in the woods by a mountain lake, away from most people, but still able to travel into the city as needed. Has a bunch of guest rooms and a rotating group of people who may stay there when they're doing hero operatives in the pacific.

They have some chickens and quail in a little backyard coop. I think Jon in the future ends up needing a service dog, and I also think they have a few cats who wander around.

They have a bio daughter (who I hath named Dahlia and will draw occasionally) and also end up parenting half the young heroes who inevitably crash at (or into) their house.

Jon's a high school teacher during the day, and has largely retired from being Superman. He'll occasionally bust out the cape when another Crisis inevitably happens, but day to day he leaves that to his family. He trains Lizzie- Not his choice, she just keeps showing up at his house trying to fight him. He also represents earth on occasion to the United Planets, which almost always ends with him calling someone a very mean name on official record

By day, Jay's still an investigative journalist, a really good one. By night, he's Gossamer, leader of the Revolutionaries (after they all made Osita retire). He's the kind of guy whos face leftist teenagers wear on t-shirts. Jay's one of the sole protectors of Gamorra and is generally regarded as pretty scary.

[robosthetique]

i just finished season one. so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under

[papersasquatch]

You know what? I do actually want to talk a bit about Barry.

Very few characters in The Adventure Zone actually have physical descriptions beyond maybe gender and race, if that. Barry is a unique exception in that he is one of the few main npcs that actually has an explicit description. What is that description? A chubby to fat dark haired man with glasses, blue jeans, and pushing 50. In a good portion of fandom interpretations, Barry is allowed to exist as such, but I still see it popping up way too often:

Why do people feel the need to draw Barry young and/or skinny? Why do I occasionally still stumble on art that transforms this chubby, mid-40s average-Joe who works in IT into a scrawny wrinkle-free twink?

I mean I know why. But here’s the thing, if it’s conscious, subconscious, or just some artist’s aversions to learning how to draw fat or old characters (why??), Barry wasn’t really illustrated as such until the introduction of Lup. Granted he had significantly less fan art before the plot pushed him to the forefront, but I also feel as though the introduction of Lup, identical twin to the character described as “One of the most beautiful elves ever”, who fell in love with Barry head-over-heels to the point where the two could be considered inseparable soulmates, did also have an effect on how he was drawn. Because Lup is known to be beautiful, fiery and “Phantasmal and Resplendent” (which is the most fucking phenomenal descriptions of a trans woman character and I couldn’t be happier), but I’ve even seen people jokingly make short-fics, posts and jokes of characters saying Lup is “out of Barry’s league”, or that Lup “could do better”. And then, in some of the tenderest--AND most popular of fan art for the ship-- Barry is transformed into seemingly a “more palatable” version of himself (ew).

Fat men are allowed to be handsome. Older men are allowed to be handsome. Fat older men are allowed to be handsome and not just have the most beautiful love story I’ve ever heard with a bomb-ass gorgeous woman who he loves and WHO IS IN LOVE WITH HIM, but be considered HANDSOME and IN HER LEAGUE.

Let Barry be who he is, and let him keep his love story. Stop this subconscious implication that men have to be young or skinny to be considered handsome or worthy of love.

(And if your reasoning is that you’re worried about some age gap thing between Lup and Barry, maybe take the one that doesn’t have a canonical age and make her closer to the age of the one who DOES have a canonical age? Like, Taako and Lup can ALSO be beautiful and be older (or chubby/fat, dark skinned, etc for that matter jesus just let people be seen as attractive without pushing for fatphobia/racism/de-aging etc))

Anyways I’m rambling but

TL;DR: Let Barry be middle aged and fat and still be considered handsome and worthy of a beautiful love story.

[bondsmagii]

Wait what is the Actually Published Fake Woke Slavefic?

[long, dramatic, and resigned groan]

OK. so it’s called Docile (ugh) and basically what it’s about is like. something something not-too-distant future Maryland, of all places, where in the current dystopian climate it’s possible to sell yourself into slavery to wipe out your debts (and the debts of the rest of your family, as debts are inherited). you go to like, some processing plant or whatever and sign up to the program, and then you become a slave for a certain length of time that equates to your debt price. basically indentured slavery, with the added ooOOoooOOh futuristic sci-fi addition of this drug called... hang on let me check because this is stupid. Dociline (🙄) which apparently keeps you nice and pliable and stops you from forming long-term memories.

enter our main character, Elisha (just pronounced Elijah. not sure why the alternate spelling but WHATEVER, have a feeling that’s going to be the least of our worries soon enough). he sells himself into slavery to work off his family’s three million dollar debt. apparently debtor’s prison is a thing in this world but why it’s worse than literal slavery is never elaborated on, from what I can tell. anyway, Elisha is NOT going to take Dociline because it messed his mother up when she was slave, but oh no! the man who purchases him is the grandson of Dociline’s inventor! the very man about to inherit the company! and he doesn’t want to purchase a slave but daddy makes him because he needs to show his commitment to the business! so Alex (the heir) plans to do this by formulating a new kind of Dociline and using Elisha to prove how well it works, but oh no! Elisha won’t take it! so I guess Alex has No Choice but to use Other Means to make Elisha into the perfect slave (ugh. ugh).

so basically it’s a straightforward slavefic like you would find in fanfiction, where one white twink is purchased by another white looks-like-a-twink-but-is-a-super-dom dude, and like. alright there’s no way to gloss this over: it’s sex slavery. that’s what it is. it’s stylised sex slavery. basically plot what plot, but this author decided to give it a loose plot and then... market the book like it’s a critique on capitalism? like if this was just a straightforward erotica book I wouldn’t even be here right now because whatever, nobody reads erotica for great plots and nuanced examinations of society, but the author is out there lauding it as this huge critique and takedown of capitalism and all the fans are talking about how this is groundbreaking shit, pushing the boundaries of what’s Allowed In Literature, and like. I’ve heard it’s shit. I have heard on good authority that it’s shit. I have read some of the reviews and it looks shit. not to mention it’s a war zone on Goodreads because half the people are yelling about how this essentially glorifies rape and glosses over the real actual slavery that went on historically in the states, and kind of makes a farce of it by making it all ~sexy~ and whatnot; meanwhile the book’s fans are yelling about homophobia and transphobia because the main characters are both men and the author is a gay trans man. so it’s a trainwreck, is what I’m saying.

anyway, a friend of my partner’s read it and said it was horrific, and then my partner has been talking about it on and off and then brought it up yesterday, and suddenly I couldn’t stand Not Knowing anymore because my problem is I crave Information at ALL fucking costs, and then my partner found a free copy online and I just went in. I know I’m going to regret it but my GOD I have to see for myself. anyway I’ve read three chapters so far and nothing majorly terrible has happened aside from like, the entire concept, but the writing is pretty dreadful and I live in fear of the first sex scene, which apparently involves a fingerprint-locked buttplug.

[foulserpent]

hi im gonna say something dumb in ur inbox: rlly like ur art and ur drawings of dumb hairy chubby scarred middle aged tes dudes makes me feel a lot better about transitioning because 99% of depictions of trans men out there are little dumb baby twinks so. good job have a graet day

i love the skinny hairless people-free zone ive created for myself i will never change