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spaceyderg · 1 year ago

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*climbs onto the driftwood with you* that hugging doodle is so cute???? My heart

Venom's hug looks so comfy??? He's so cute??? The hearts??? I really like the two-colour lines (did not realize the venom design was your own but holy that made it even more impressive???)

Miguel is such a loveable grumpy cat, and its so refreshing to see him be the smaller one in a ship.

Admittedly I mainly watch the movies and only a few comics, but Venom has a ranking system??? Eddie is the only one to get full stars???? Thats. Thats true love right there. Also whats this about Eddie being in charge of a whole venom-society?? Did not know about that (also hard to imagine) but feel free to talk about it. Imagine Miguel and Eddie bonding over being the de facto leader (leading the spiders must be a lot harder than leading the symbiote hivemind)

My Venom design is mostly inspired by the '94 Spiderman the animated series Venom, Ivan Fiorelli, Rian Gonzales, Gurihiru and overall orcas in general.

If I were to describe my design rules for Venom he'd have a big bulky body with stylized proportions, an orca styled face with a bigger lower jaw to fit more then 1 row of teeth, and his color is a solid black with bright colorful pencil textured highlights.

I have this headcanon Miguel might have discomfort in his current height, according to the wiki he's 5'10 but in ATSV he's 6'9 so I wonder if he ever misses being his old height. Like there's not that many ppl that exists that can fully envelop him a hug and make him feel comforted. Plus I can imagine how often he needs to remember to duck under a doorway or else he'll bonk his forehead, or when he's at a hotel and the showerhead is like at his chin level.

Oh that makes me happy to hear, my first intro to Venom was the infamous '07 Spiderman 3 movie, so I'm glad to hear new fans get this fun intro to this character via the 2018 Venom movie. While I've been a lowkey fan of Venom I didn't do a full deep dive into his comics until 2021 with the comic Venom Verse as the first one. I've read a ton but I haven't read any of the early issues since those comics are v outdated by now and some of the info might have been retconned/rewritten. I'd recommend finding a reading list if you'd like to read more self contained stories or a full saga line of connected stories. Feel free to pick/choose what comics you consider as canon or not, cause not all comics are great and sometimes one doesn't like a specific writer for a run 🤷‍♀️

The ranking system is a compatibility rank it's seen in Venom: The End (A warning there is body horror/ imagery of Eddie withering away which made me uncomfy so I'm letting you know) I didn't much care for the plot of that comic but I do enjoy this ranking system as it shows Venom's preference when it comes to hosts. He sees most hosts as pretty good but Eddie is the perfect host according to him u wu 💕

As for Eddie being the head of the symbiote hivemind it's seen in the aftermath of the MASSIVE King in Black saga. After defeating the old head/creator of symbiotes Knull ,Eddie takes his role as the head. It's moreso a hivemind where he can control of any symbiote with consent and can communicate across all of them no matter where they are. However this does strain his physical body and he ages quickly and he dies via explosion. Venom is currently with his son Dylan atm while Eddie is in some sort of space/time limbo. I did fall off a bit on my reading towards the newer comics so here's where my knowledge on this run ends. I'd find pics but I'm feeling lazy rn

Miguel def has a tough job as he has to manage all these different versions of Spiderman and maintain the multiverse on top of making sure none glitch out of existence if those bands get messed up. He can't just up and leave he feels personally responsible due to his past actions. Eddie at this point is like in charge of running the universe but he's stuck in that position he can't quit or else the cosmos ends and he'll be replaced by another King in Black. They explain no matter what Eddie will always end up here someway or another.

Miguel is bound by his sense of duty, his responsibility to ensure the another universe will not end in the same way like his daughter's did. Eddie is bound by The Eventuality, he will always end up as the next King in Black even though he knows he can not handle it. To me it sounds like a lonely and stressful existence to be such a position of power yet they don't have the power to just go home and live a peaceful life with their loved ones like everyone else.

#venom #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #asks #I am so sorry for how long this post is I had to condense some of it cause I started rambling #There's so much going on rn in Venom's comics #meanwhile I'm on my knees begging for more Miguel comics #I do need to skim his comics again as I speedran them at ungodly hours of the day

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queen-ch3rry · 3 years ago

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Hey I started animating not long ago, I thought it would be easier to make my comic

(I wanted to draw everything by hand at first then I tried the same on my phone)

But sadly my Characters look kinda ... Stiff? They aren't that curvy like cartoon characters but I don't know how to do it

What can I do to give them more life and let them look more like cars characters?

This Porsche is killing me with his cuteness, I want a Porsche so badly

Hi there! Thanks so much for the ask <3 It's funny you mention this topic because for the past few months.... I've been trying to figure out the same thing!! While I like how some of my older art looks, it feels rigid... like they're just images of cars with the eyes and mouth put on them. No "Pixar-feel in terms of "energy" and "emotions." I've been working on learning how to capture more energy + create my own style

Something that helps them look more "alive" and "energetic" is not following the severity of realistic lines. You can keep proportions to a point, but "warping and bending," I've learned, shows life

I have not done much beyond doodles, but here are some examples that I hope help you!

this dude is squished up with tires pointing inward for kind of a fun vibe. I altered my style around last year to include eyebrows because they add emotions!

And here, his body is kind of in an arc shape. Makes him look solid yet not rigid! Kinda... squishy xD In the (not long ago) past, I would've had him as a rigid box and the only emotion - HOPEFULLY - being in the eyes since mouths are a small annoyance I'm trying to be more flexible with

So maybe bending and warping your character's shape and giving them emotion in their from tires (since that's like their hands!) can make them feel more alive to you

In "Cars" Luigi is very expressive with his tires, as is Mater! It makes them look and feel fun

Another tip is tilting your character's bodies!

I didn't do this for ages, sadly. But thanks to the inspiration of some talented friends I'm grasping it and implementing it into my sketches

This one I'm working on now for a small project, and I am very proud of it! It incorporates tilt, expression in the eyes and mouth, and altered body shape so she's not such a stiff subject. Her headlights turn inward (not realistic, but makes her cartoonish and cute)

I am in love with how this turned out so far and it excites me to think of how my work can keep changing and improving by expanding upon this style!

Of course, if you DO want to keep proportions a bit more real, here's another example that I feel has a Pixar-type feel and isn't stiff, even though I kept the "bendier" shapes with arcs at a minimum. I feel here the mood and expression comes across best in the eyes

As someone who is still learning day by day, I'm can't give a "one size fits all, this is definitely the secret!!" bit of advice... but I hope this can help!

Don't be afraid to have fun roughly sketching your OCs until you hit on a look that just clicks in your head and feels right. That's part of the process till you find the style that makes you happy. And a helpful hint: simpler styles are going to be easier to animate at first!

Feel free to reach out if you ever have any more questions!

~ Ginger

#answered ask #thanks for submitting <3 #ask box open #art help #cars pixar #pixar inspired art #cars fandom #living machine #original characters #ginger hestwood #ginger speaks #character art #character design #v16classycaddy #v16classycaddyart #harlan beaumont #my ocs

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years ago

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HIIII BESTIE IM ALIVE ITS SCOOB AND SHAG ANON!!! I *JUST* READ THE NEW CHAPTER AND WOOOOO WE WERE RIGHT (MINUS SCOOB MISSING HIS MEMORIES BIT)!!! This does bring up a few things though:

1. We can now VERY clearly see the glass(?) box surrounding whoever gets transported to the Being's world! This kinda gives us a better view of whats going on, and i really wanna draw attention to the fact that the 'screen' behind scoob shows us the PANEL of the comic previous to it, not what Scoob is seeing. Im seriously buying into the idea that the characters get ballyhoo only from us and not the humans from their world but it might just be how the beings are experiencing all this too.

2. IM BACK TO THE COLORED DIAMOND SHAPES AGAIN. THEYRE IN THE SKY NOW. Also now that i think about it, the fact that a TV of all things has that star shape kinda fits with the fact that tv colors are related to the stars. I am aware i am currently wearing a tinfoil hat.

3. How much DOES Scoob know?? With the clear(er) look at Scoob and Illapa's relationship we can guess that Scoob is WELL aware of the deal he made and that he has some memories remaining. Illapa talks to Scoob like he remembers clearly the terms of the deal, and it just makes me wonder what Scoob remembers.

4. Just something to note, it feels like all of the color beings so far have given their gift 'freely'. Magenta is the most obvious sort of, but Illapa gave Scoob a part of their power for free which i find interesting. Maybe its just a plan to get Scoob in a bad situation and accept the deal completely? Additionally i saw someone mention that Magenta speaks like this is the first time shes intervened despite Bugs being pretty much confirmed to be aligned with Magenta.

5. Im gonna change the whole "Cyan is memories" thing since theyre obviously a storm god, i think theyre just tied to emotions. Maybe the beings are drawn to extremes in general? Makes sense since Deedee was experiencing extreme loss and love for family, Mick was experiencing extreme loss of control, and Scoob was watching his friends die in front of him (a historically emotional thing to happen, so im told). I also kinda think Magenta is being reaaall sus now that i think about it more, it feels like the beings are all getting their pawns in place and Magenta is really just gunning it lmao. I honestly feel like Illapa is at least the most honest, saying that they want something from Scoob.

HIIIIIIII SCOOB AND SHAG ANON MY BESTIE!!!! my internet died earlier but it's back now and that's everyone else's problem.

ANYWAY LITERALLY I WAS MESSAGING PEOPLE SAYING WE WERE RIGHT WHILE I WAS READING THE CHAPTER. LIKE I WAS LOSING MY GOTDAMN MIND. as my partner can attest when i explained you and i's theories to them a bit more (tho tbh i credit you more ASDJFL; you're a lot more observant than me, i just go feral when you point out things), i was losing my shit. anyway YES i am very excited to respond to this and i also have my own observations i want to point out.

placing under the cut in case this gets long <3

YEAH THAT WAS AN EXCITING DEVELOPMENT. i actually didn't notice the panel thing until you pointed it out but HOLY FUCK.... MOM HOLY FUCK- YOU'RE RIGHT!!!!!! LOSING MY GOTDAMN MIND HERE. i really think you're onto something with the idea that ballyhoo comes from the readers of the comic. it feels like the exact kind of meta angle this comic would go for, and i also think it plays well into the themes. especially because, at this point, all cartoons are off the air in-universe--where could the ballyhoo be coming from now? (unless i misunderstood something about how it works lol)

I DON'T HAVE MUCH TO ADD HERE BUT I WAS VERY EXCITEDLY POINTING AT THE SCREEN WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER WHEN I NOTICED THAT PART. also i want you to know that i am wearing a matching tinfoil hat. i also don't know anything about u or what you look like aside from scoob and shag but i want you to know i doodled us in matching tin foil hats <3 i drew u as the anon bubble and gave you dog ears b/c scoob and shag. yeah <3 i'll put it at the end of the post

YEAH I'M REALLY WONDERING ABOUT THIS... my first assumption was that, when he activated the cyan ballyhoo for the first time, that's when he got his memories back. we didn't get his full perspective on that moment, we only got shag's--what i'm thinking is that the flashbacks we saw in that moment were VERY intentional. it's interesting to me, though, that scoob knows what he's getting into more than deedee, even though it seems the deals were made under similar circumstances (extreme duress). which tells me either illapa just explains things more than magenta (very likely), or maybe scoob knew more about this going in, or perhaps he's had time since then to TALK to illapa. their dialogue implies they've had a number of conversations, imo.

yeah this is also something i'm coming back to a bunch. like... magenta's dialogue implied that they aren't SUPPOSED to be doing this, but now we have two examples of these beings giving some level of power away with nothing expected in return. i'm inclined to believe, though, that this is more a case of what you said, that illapa was trying to get scoob into a position where he'd be more likely to accept their deal regardless. also that's an interesting observation too, though i think it implies less that that's the first time magenta gave their powers to someone and more that they're not MEANT to give their powers freely, or perhaps they're not meant to give their gifts to multiple people. many questions!

oh i absolutely agree with you, and i'm very intrigued. i actually went a bit feral over this in dms with my partner lol, but i'll just summarize here. the main thing i honed in on was illapa's earrings, and i went back to look at magenta and red to see their earrings. unfortunately, i noticed that, the one time we've seen red so far (in the mick update) we couldn't see any earrings. HOWEVER. magenta has earrings we can look at. assuming that the earrings correlate roughly with the exact nature of each entity's gifts (illapa's being 'storm' and having lightning earrings, for example), i'm fascinated by the implications of magenta's sun and moon earrings. when i first saw them i thought that was just a fun design choice, but now i'm curious what it implies about their abilities. we've seen magenta's gift in action with two characters now (bugs and deedee), but i'm not sure on the connection with the sun and moon yet. also this is a sidenote but i looked back at the update with magenta and i saw dee is referred to as a "subject" and a "trainee" on the little panel thing HELLO?? ok gonna think about THAT for a bit!!!! i think it's possible the entities are drawn to extremes, absolutely, and i'm gonna be a lil cynical and suggest that this is because people in extreme situations are more likely to make a deal. the entities have an agenda here and i think that's obvious, but what that agenda is just yet is unclear. yeah no i agree magenta is, pardon the meme lingo, looking a little sussy baka rn!!!! (i'm sorry my friend jane says that sometimes and it's rubbed off on me) i actually respect illapa a lot rn based on what we've seen of them, because yeah. they seem to be upfront and honest, even if their intentions are likely a bit dubious. i agree though that i think the beings' agenda is slowly starting to move, and they're all getting their pieces on the board. i'm curious how this is going to play out and how much we've guessed or picked up on this time hehe.

anyway here's my artistic rendition of you and i theorizing <3 (ALSO if you're not comfortable with 'bro' or other masculine terms being used for you/in reference to you, please let me know and i'll use more gender neutral terminology!)

[Image Description: An MSPaint doodle of my fursona, a scruffy cat with glasses, and the Scoob And Shag Anon, represented as the anon icon but with dog ears. Both are wearing tinfoil hats and high-fiving as they smile at each other. Handwritten text above them reads in all caps: "BRO WE ARE THEORIZING" / End ID.]

#long post #talk to the bunnykitty #scoob and shag anon #welcome back bestie i missed u #scoob and shag #scoob and shag spoilers #i love being unhinged on main and talking about this comic #gotta fire shots into the air (post unhinged content) to keep property values (follower count) down

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 4 years ago

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Little Robin and Momma Bird

In honor of First Day of Spring 2021 which for comic fans is the birth date of Richard John-Grayson Wayne, Member of the Flying Graysons, Bruce Wayne’s Adopted Son, Barbara Gordon’s classmate, Wally West and Roy Harper’s best friend, Princess Koriand’r’s true love, the first Robin, The Boy Wonder, Leader and founding member of the Teen Titans, Nightwing, Protector of the City of Bludhaven, Renegade, Ex Apprentice of Slade Wilson, Agent 37, Big Brother to Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, and Damian Wayne, in varying times and places Father of Mar’i ‘Nightstar’ and Jacob ‘Jake’ Grayson and above all else and beyond all those titles, son of John Grayson and Mary Elizabeth Lloyd Grayson; here’s what I hope is something short and sweet.

Now with long intro out of the way, the following is dedicated to @mothnem @lightdusk96 @hood-ex @thattimdrakeguy @tarisilmarwen @fireflyxrebel-writes @nightglider124 @nyxqueen97 @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @arabian-batboy @meara-eldestofthemall @robxstar @bluerene and so many others for being my friends in light of this occasion. Please like, comment and especially reblog for any corrections and constructive criticisms. It’ll be very appreciated.

Please Enjoy....

The sun gleaming and bright rays shone through the small trailer window, lighting the small bedroom with many bright colors of its own decorated throughout. The beige carpet, still an ever bit of simple yet practical use of being the floor, was littered with small shapes of varying sizes, almost all being made of plastic. In particular, these spread out toys were action figures, representing the recent phenomena of spandex clad and awe inspiring individuals that are the ‘Superman’ from Metropolis and the rest being merely the few robotic and unnatural opponents he faces in protecting the oppressed and those in need. The resident of this small bedroom was for all accounts a fan of Superman, something not too unprecedented given the caped champion’s crusades in correcting the wrongs and dangers Metropolis and the larger world face the best he can ever since his first day to the public.

And given these are action figures of Superman, it shall be of no surprise said resident was indeed very young; a small acrobat of the famous Haly’s Circus currently asleep and softly snoring away in this room’s bed, blankets draped and covering almost every part of him, even his face. It’s his 7th birthday as of today, this wonderful first day of Spring. Now if only something or someone can get him awake to enjoy such a day. That’s where a certain Mrs. Mary Grayson enters our picture.

As she gently pries open her son’s bedroom door as to not awaken him, clad only in a grey t-shirt and black pants as used for pajamas last night, Mary carefully trudges across the beige carpet towards the bed being occupied by said son. Sure, both her and him have slept in until nearly 9:30 am as of now since their family group, the Flying Graysons, have a day off from practice for today, but frankly had Dick remembered that today’s his birthday from earlier, he would been by now sneaking into his parents’ neighboring room, awaking them both his father John and her up about said day, probably the best he can think of for a gentle reminder. But due to recent influx of performances across the West Coast, Dick lost count so now it was Mary’s turn to gently remind him and in the best way she knows how.

As Mary’s bare feet carefully skirt around the action figures spread across the floor, even picking some up along the way (maybe reminding Dick to next time pick up his toys before bed will come in later tonight), she eventually reaches her son’s twin sized bed and the red, green and yellow pattern blanket that draped over the little guy overnight. In her right hand was a blue fine point marker pen with washable ink while her left gently leans to one end of the blanket where a small tuff of black hair sticks out. Gently caressing her left hand the black mass, Mary can hear a content giggle coming from under the blanket, no doubt her son feeling the familiar, loving motion John and her regularly do as parents can. On normal moments this happens, Dick would playfully push the hand ruffling his black hair away. This time, he just simply lightly giggles in his sleep. Mary was sort of banking the hair ruffling being enough to awaken her son to this bright and beautiful first day of Spring. As soon as her hand though stops with the affectionate ruffling and once more snores are heard coming from Dick, her lips turn into a soft yet mischievous smile; it was time for Plan B. Sure Enough, when looking over to the other end of the blanket and seeing her son’s own two feet, so far socked but with her there not for too long. That marker in her hand has its cap screw off.

On some occasions when she was basically passed out from a long night on the trapeze, Mary wold wake to find the soles of her feet with scribbles and doodles all across, most of them featuring the Flying Graysons logo prominently. She almost immediately knew the culprit behind such drawing but often times just leaves it be and even walks on her two feet with drawing and all since the marker ink easily comes off so it was overall no big deal. Besides, her son was just having some harmless fun so why would she dare try ruining that; sure she was strict on some parts of his behavior but this ain’t one of the them. Now though, as she lightly tugs the two socks off her sleeping son as to not awake him, revealing two velvet soles and the ten toes and with her marker in hand, it was time for payback if you may.

Starting with lightly drawing smiley faces on his big toes, Dick’s reaction was almost immediate as a slightly louder giggle comes from the blankets and his toes clench. Mary briefly backs off the marker until the toes relaxing and using her free hand, she lightly grabs unto the big ones, leaving his feet still. With that, she can proceed with the rest as sure enough, various other faces across his other toes are drawn along with flowers and even an elephant on the arch of his right foot. As for that last one, the giggling had reached its loudest and looking upward, Mary couldn’t help but smile at the results. Plan B was a success, Dick was awake and laughing his head off due to the scribbling.

“Momma!” he yells between hearty giggles, “That tickles!”

Mary grins a bit, “Oh really?”

She continues with that elephant on Dick’s right foot, now holding him still with arm entrapping his ankles tightly, making sure he can’t pull his feet back from that blue marker as it continued its path. Though Mary notes that even then, Dick wouldn’t want to. He had not once told her to stop, indicating that he was enjoying this instead. Frankly, after a long time doing this to her, she couldn’t blame him. All Dick does on his part is lay his head on the pillows, the blankets off of him, allowing Mary to see him clad in a similar style of PJs to hers only with the coloring being a blue t shirt and grey sweat pants instead. To the left of him was his precious stuffed elephant Peanut; ever since being first given that on his 4th birthday, he keeps it close to him whenever going to bed. All this time afterwards, Mary still hasn’t been able in getting her son a second stuffed toy like Peanut much to her disappointment but hey that’s a thought for another time, she has one more spot to draw before she can move on for the rest of the day, the arch on Dick’s left foot.

At first, Mary thought of drawing the Flying Graysons logo for the finishing touch but instead opts for a more casually yet fitting wording. With that in mind, her blue marker makes contact with the velvet of her son’s arch and starts its ink dripped path. By now, the 7 year old was still in full hysterics over his Momma’s drawings but he will admit, at least it was better waking up from his trapeze swinging dreams like this rather than the sun’s rays shining on him as it usually happens. Finally though, he feels the marker stop and opening his ocean blue eyes, sees his mother put the cap back on. Putting the marker away in her pocket, Mary places a soft kiss on her son’s forehead while giving him another hair ruffle. This time, now fully awake, Dick gently pushes her hand away.

His blue eyes meet his mother’s own blue eyes and a wide smile stretches on his face.

“Thanks Momma” he chirps happily in Romani Chib.

Another motherly kiss, this time his cheek, “You’re welcome, Just wanted to make sure you didn’t forget about your special day today, My Little Robin”

As Mary stands and makes her way back to the door, Dick stretches his arms, letting out a yawn from his mouth doing so.

“Breakfast will be ready in 5 minutes” Mary states with a warm smile on her face.

“Cereal, Momma?”

“Any type you like that we have of course”

“I’ll be there soon” Dick says, a wide grin on his face.

Mary has a humming giggle of her own before making her own to the kitchen to no doubt prepare her son and her’s bowls for the day. Though of course, they were just getting started.

Dick swings his feet to step off his bed and begin trudging to his breakfast, he briefly wonders on what his mother drew on him before putting the marker away. As such, flexing his leg to where he can see the soles and toes of his two feet, Dick smiles of all nice stuff Momma left. Indeed, there were flowers on the balls of his arches, goofy faces on each of his ten toes, what looks like a circus ball on his right heel, a trapeze bar on his left heel, a short yet cute elephant on right foot’s arch and at least the words on his left arch.

‘Happy 7th B-Day Little Robin, Love Momma’

Now that was love from a mother alright. Dick certainly will never forget this. Now to get the table without stepping on his toys on the floor.

#dick grayson #mary grayson #first day of spring #fanfic #my posts #family fluff

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power-chords · 3 years ago

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Post-trip round-up, integration, thoughts (cut for length & some Heavy Shit)

WOW I needed that and I am so glad I realized I needed that. It has been well over ten years since I last took LSD, and my reluctance to indulge in psychedelics again was rooted in a long and complicated history that I don't really need to hash out here, but doing a mild dose of mushrooms last weekend gave me the confidence and conviction that I was ready.

Would it have been wiser to take a less bonkers dose for the first time in a decade plus? Probably! Do I regret a single moment of it? Not a whit! It's tough to overstate just how powerful, therapeutic, and restorative a good acid trip is, even an occasionally intense, uncomfortable one. I do not recommend eating multiple tabs of extremely good blotter on your first rodeo, but Adam's even more of a veteran psychonaut than I am, so I was 1000% well cared for, totally safe, and in a comfortable, familiar environment. In that setting, and in a positive frame of mind, acid is not going to throw anything at you that you are not equipped to handle. I would love to make this an annual or biannual thing.

The cool, funny, wacky delightful stuff:

Put it under my tongue at 10 AM-ish. Went to go listen to some music and doodle until it kicked in. I forgot that the come-up is like, do not make any fucking plans involving hand-eye coordination LMAO. I was trying to doodle Bowery Ballroom in an old sketchbook, and that devolved quickly. The markers were old so some of the caps were really stuck on there, and I wound up devolving into fits of laughter from the absurdity of pulling the caps off with my teeth.

Ink stains on my hands started writhing and trailing and were very cool. That was the first thing I noticed. I got very sad that I stopped drawing and making art, which was something I did all my life and almost went to school for but stopped doing as an adult. And then I realized I could start drawing again any time if I wanted to, and I didn't have to be GOOD at it or a proper artist for it to be worthwhile and fun. Felt immediately happy again.

Adam decided to watch Lethal Weapon???? I was like, Don't Like That. Even though he had headphones on and I couldn't hear anything. I am ambivalent about screens at best when I'm tripping, and at worst I don't even want to be in the same room with them. Guns and violence seemed comically, brutally stupid. Turned my back to the TV and continued drawing and writing until I could no longer hold a pen. Eventually Adam got on my wavelength and was like yeah, this is too much! (He took like, twice the dose that I did. I have no idea how he was even able to talk to me, but he managed!)

Felt the need to message Liana while peaking, picked up my phone, and saw that she had already sent me this:

I thought that was HILARIOUS (tbh it actually was, and it was not just the acid talking)

For the first few hours of teeth-grinding, reality-shearing intensity, Adam and I mostly lounged in bed with the shades pulled all the way up and the window open, cuddling and petting Ernie. Fantastic bonding experience for the whole fam.

Looking at every surface in the apartment became like looking at a stained glass ceiling, or an infinite mandala, or the muddied rainbows in oil-slicked puddles. It looked like Ernie's fur was breathing and someone had colored all over the white parts of him with a highlighter. Adam agreed with this assessment. Formica on the kitchen counters was bananas. So were the trees outside, rippling like celluloid and brighter green than I had ever seen them.

The two of us spent a good 15 minutes doubled over with laughter because Adam suggested a contraption for funneling Fancy Feast directly into Ernie's mouth, kind of like shotgunning a beer

Adam: "I can't believe I used to to this and get on the subway and try to do things with people." Me: "What? How did you even figure out how to get from Point A to Point B?" Adam: "I mean, we didn't, really. We usually got lost. It was fine, though." Truly, it's about the friends you make along the way!

The second half of the trip, when things are starting to mellow out a bit, is when you become a real rock star. I went outside for a walk around the neighborhood, and to sit in the park with my headphones on while watching kids play on the playground, and it was ECSTATIC. I was just overjoyed. My face still hurts from smiling.

Forgot that I needed money to realize my goal of obtaining a popsicle, so I had to detour back into the apartment and explain all of this to my husband before resuming the popsicle quest. He thought it was very funny, but sympathized.

Fresh air, popsicles and San Pellegrino on acid. On another level! 100/10.

Bathrooms still universally suck, LOL. -10/10. Not a fan of that bathroom while tripping face! Every time I had to pee it was like WELL here we go again into the Pink Squirming Hell Chamber (I am making this sound like more of a big deal than it actually was)

15 HOURS. 15 HOURS Jesus Christ lmao I did not stop seeing weird shit on screens and surfaces until like 1 AM. And even then, if I stared long enough, funky colors and patterns would re-emerge. It's a commitment. I feel happy and refreshed, but also totally exhausted. Definitely have to budget a full weekend of No Plans for any future trips.

The Heavy Shit:

There is some Cronenberg-level body horror right before the visuals get super rainbow-stained and stereotypically psychedelic, which sounds bad, but I promise it isn't. It's watching the veins pulse under your skin and change into very saturated colors, pores and hair and scars become very defined and wiggly, and as someone who has so much bodily anxiety related to my alopecia/IBS, it was weirdly... freeing? You get to experience all this stuff in an entirely new frame of mind, shedding judgment and old thought ruts. I remember thinking, "I do not need to feel shame about my body," and letting go of so much baggage.

At some point mid-afternoon I decided to retrieve my phone from the drawer again, and saw that I had a missed call and a voicemail from my dad. I decided to play it back, and he was just phoning to tell me that he was listening to a live version of "Sally Simpson" and Keith was doing this thing where he wasn't even touching the cymbals, and had I listened to that specific performance before and noticed the same thing, and wasn't he truly the greatest drummer that ever lived? "Anyway, no need to call me back, just wanted to let you know. I love my bubbie!" (His term of endearment for me.) And I went to go sit in bed and weep for a straight 15 minutes, the most cleansing, purging cry you could possibly imagine, while Adam hugged me and rubbed my back. I was overwhelmed, overcome by this feeling of cosmic Love and Connection with my family and my husband and all of my friends.

I had been sitting on and burying so much fear and distress from the past 18 months, the chronic, low-grade trauma that was worrying if COVID was going to kill my father, my best friend and closest confidante and the one person on earth who I feel truly Gets Me on a spiritual level, and all of that came out. Fully processed and released every ounce of grief. What replaced it was the absolute, unshakable faith that no matter what happens — including my greatest fear, which is inevitable, no matter how far off it may be — he will always be with me, and a part of me, in the music we both love, and I will never, ever lose that.

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h2bakugou · 5 years ago

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crush-contact | katsuki bakugou

summary: you’d been crushing on bakugou for a while, and well, to be honest, he’d never even looked at you. up until bakugou bumped into you, sending papers flying onto the ground, he had no clue who you were, and he realized he was in for a hell of a ride.

all characters aged 18+ au!!

a/n: this idea is terrible please forgive me, feel free to requests stuff, smut takes a little more time than fluff but I’m down to write it. this is also really long i get carried away with the plot sometimes

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, smut, fluff

word count: 2,827

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Class 1-A was decent sized. You sat in the back, with no intention of being noticed. You barely spoke to anyone, besides Uraraka and Midoriya. They were nice.

You were crushing on Bakugou. You couldn’t help it. He was attractive, no doubt, and there seemed to be so much more to him than he let on.

For years, you watched him grow, his attitude rarely changing. And now you were all older, but you still felt like a little kid with a crush.

And you knew it would be the death of you if he ever learned, he’d probably make fun of you until you switched classes and never saw him again unless you were really unlucky and ran into him in the future.

- - -

You were doodling again. It helped you concentrate. You doodled little pictures and wrote notes beside them. It helped you organize your thoughts, putting what you were learning into little comics essentially.

You’d ended up drawing Bakugou again. You thought it seemed weird, but the topic seemed to fit more towards him anyways.

“You dropped this.” A soft voice spoke. Todoroki’s hand placed your eraser back on your desk and peeked at your drawings.

“Thanks.” You whispered quietly back to him. Todoroki pretended he didn’t see a beautifully drawn doodle of Bakugou.

Todoroki glanced at Bakugou and smiled. One had caught on to your secret, and you didn’t even realize it.

The class was dismissed for lunch, and you headed toward the door with your notebook.

Mr. Aizawa stopped you, the rest of the class had left to head to lunch.

“You keep spacing out in class, do I need to move you up to the front or is someone bothering you?” Mr. Aizawa glanced at Bakugou’s desk.

Two had figured it out, unbeknownst to you still.

“No, I’m sorry if it seems like I’m spacing out, I doodle to stay on track, despite that sounding like an excuse.” You defended softly.

“You do good on all your assignments, I’m just curious what you do all the time.” Mr. Aizawa laughed.

“I could give you an example I guess.” You open up your notebook to one of your doodles that weren’t necessarily of Bakugou.

“It seems silly to draw it out, but it's almost like reading an action comic book.” You smile.

“Whatever helps you better understand, get to lunch before there’s nothing left, kid.” Mr. Aizawa smiled, watching as you left out the door.

Lunch was pretty normal, you ate, and carried on with your usual schedule, coloring your doodles, and re-reading over your notes in case Mr. Aizawa wanted to through a pop quiz at you.

“Hey (l/n)!” Uraraka sat down next to you, Midoriya following afterward.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled. Midoriya looked away to Bakugou who was sitting next to Kirishima.

“How long have you liked Kacchan for?” Midoriya asked. Your cheeks burned red as your eyes shot up to look at Midoriya.

“Keep your voice down! And how do you know that I like him!” You shushed him, watching Uraraka smile.

“Todoroki, he mentioned you drawing him and how you seemed very caught up in him, and well putting together basic knowledge, it seems like you’ve got a crush on-”

“Shhh!” You placed a hand over his mouth as Asui walked by, giving you a look.

“Sorry.” Midoriya apologized looking over at Bakugou.

“He’s never even looked at me. I don’t think he knows I exist.” You say quietly, accepting defeat, one you’d hoped you could overcome.

“You don’t know that-”

“It’s been years, he’s never spoken to me, or looked at me, or even breathed in the same general direction of me. He has no clue who I am.” You interrupted Uraraka.

“I have a stupid crush on someone I have no chance with.” You huffed, resting your head on your notebook.

“Don’t give up now, besides, have you tried talking to him?” Uraraka questioned.

“I-no. I haven’t but do you think he’d talk to me even if I did?” You asked, looking back up at your friends.

“You never know until you try!” Midoriya encouraged you.

“Yeah, I suppose.” You smiled, the tiniest feeling of hope rushing through your veins. So you were going to try talking to him.

But lunch was over now, so you had to head back to class.

- - -

You saw the door and made your way through the sea of students. You entered the door but a strong force knocked you down.

“Kirishima you asshole!” Bakugou grunted, rubbing his head, looking around. He’d bumped into someone due to Kirishima messing around.

He looked down and saw a girl, you.

You were dazed nonetheless, but not hurt. Just trying to become un-dizzy.

Bakugou took note of you. You had (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. He’d never seen you before. Were you even in his class? Come to think of it, he didn’t even realize you were standing in front of him.

He noticed a few drawings poking out of your notebook. Realization settled in, noticing they were of him.

“I’m sorry! I should’ve been quicker I got in your way!” You apologized, quickly scurrying to your feet. Bakugou bent down and looked you in the eyes before snatching one of your drawings.

Your eyes widened.

Bakugou wanted to cause a scene, but he felt kind of bad. That was rare. Why was he feeling so giddy all of a sudden?

“Who-Just- Watch where you’re going next time.” Bakugou shoved the piece of paper in his pocket, your eyes following his movements closely, your head nodding up and down uncontrollably.

He’d taken one of your doodles.

You dusted yourself off after getting back on your feet and hurried to your seat.

Bakugou looked back at you, but you were too embarrassed to lift your head up. He pulled the paper he’d taken from you out and examined it. The doodle was good, no great.

You were talented, but he doubted it had anything to do with your quirk. Hell, he didn’t even know what that was. He felt bad. Like really bad. How long had you been in his class? How long had you been admiring him? How had he not noticed you?

He didn’t even know your name. He looked to the top of the page and spotted it. In neat handwriting, (f/n) (l/n) was printed with a few lines surrounding it.

Bakugou couldn’t get you out of his mind for the rest of the class, and it was making him angry. He couldn’t focus. You were distracting him and you weren’t even doing anything. He couldn’t last five minutes without turning to look back at you.

You didn’t do much for the rest of class. You kept your head down, and jotted down a few notes, worried that Bakugou now thought of you as some creep who stared at him all the time.

You just wanted to go back to your room and sulk. It seemed like the best option.

- - -

The air was crisp, you could tell it was winter. The day had finally ended and you were able to head back to your room.

Bakugou was following you, in the least creepy way. He had no clue who you were, or else he’d be in a different situation.

He definitely wasn’t going to ask anyone about you. He’d just figure it out on his own.

Bakugou trailed behind you, worried you’d find out. But that worry disappeared when you stopped to look out the window.

Snow had begun to fall outside. You smiled and watched as the flakes fluttered to the ground outside, coating everything in white.

Bakugou was so caught off guard, he didn’t notice the trash bin in front of him. He bumped into it and caused you to look over in his direction. He quickly ducked behind it, hoping you didn’t see him.

“Hello?” You called out looking around you. The trash bin moved but fell back into place.

“This is how people die in horror movies, but I see why now.” You say quietly, causing Bakugou to almost smile at your choice of words. You began your investigation.

You made your way over to the bin and jumped when you saw Bakugou sitting behind it.

“W-were you following me?” You questioned, freezing in your spot.

“Why are you so damn curious?!” Bakugou retorted, standing up, avoiding your gaze and question.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. You looked past him back out at the snow.

“I-uh, You took one of my pages of notes, and I was hoping I could get it back, the content might be on a test and I wouldn’t want to do bad on it, I hope you could understand-”

A folded piece of paper landed in your palm. Bakugou sighed and looked at you.

“If you tell anyone about this you’re dead, you hear me?” Bakugou threatened, taking a step closer.

“Yup!” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“How long have you been in my class?” Bakugou questioned, his cold stare not giving up.

“Since we got accepted into UA.” You said softly.

“You’ve been here the whole time?!” Bakugou raised his voice.

“Shh! You’re gonna get us in trouble if you’re so loud.: You placed your hand over his mouth almost out of instinct. You registered what you’d done and wanted to recoil but you were frozen.

Bakugou was frozen too. He glanced down at your hand covering his mouth.

“I-” Bakugou smirked, peeling your hand off of his mouth. Bakugou pulled your arm, pulling you into him.

“Don’t get in my way.” Bakugou threatened. His grip on you was soft. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he was serious.

“I won’t.” You assured him, shaking your head in confirmation. Bakugou leaned in, his face mere inches from yours.

“And staring is rude, just so you know next time.” Bakugou grinned, letting your wrist go.

He walked off, leaving you frozen in the hallway. His breath ghosted on your lips, your eye twitching.

He was so close to your face, he most likely saw your blush.

After Midoriya and Uraraka, he ranked in at number five to have found out how you felt about him.

He knew.

- - -

A week had gone by, and you’d stayed out of his way like he’d told you too. But Bakugou was furious. He was frustrated, in more ways than one. You were driving him crazy. And he couldn’t take it anymore.

The class was let out early today, due to holidays and such.

You had made it back to your room, but an aggressive knock startled you. You opened the door and Bakugou marched in, closing the door behind you.

“What’s your deal? Do you want me or something?!” Bakugou dug his pointer finger into your shoulder.

“What are you talking about?!” You protested, a blush spreading on your cheeks.

“You like me. Are you trying to tease me by avoiding me!? You’re driving me insane (l/n)!” Bakugou raised his voice before pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes were wide open before they shut, melting into the kiss. Bakugou’s lips were soft. And you could’ve sworn they tasted like cherries. Was he wearing chapstick?

Bakugou pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Bakugou questioned. Your face burned red.

“Y-Yeah, but what are you talking about? How am I-”

“You keep avoiding me, and then teasing me, thinking I wouldn’t notice, wearing that damn skirt.” Bakugou growled.

“I’ve worn this for years!” You frowned, looking down at the ground.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bakugou had already pinned you against the wall, all he had to do was drop his pants, and your skirt.

Bakugou’s hand traveled up your thigh, sending chills down your spine. This was happening. Like really happening. You were about to fuck your crush.

Bakugou yanked your skirt down, pulling your underwear down with it, the clothing pooling at your feet.

“I can’t believe I never noticed you before.” Bakugou muttered to himself. He wasn’t sure fucking you was going to get him off his mind. He’d hoped it would, but he wasn’t really sure. He couldn’t deny himself forever, and if he did like you, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone else get their hands on you.

Bakugou ran his fingers between your folds, your legs shaking.

“I haven’t even done anything-”

“Shut up!” You whispered yelled, placing your hands on his shoulders. Bakugou grinned, noticing how much of an effect he had on you. He’d barely touched you and you were already wet.

Bakugou slipped a finger inside you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned softly, biting your bottom lip.

He slipped another finger inside you, watching as your legs weakened. Bakugou moved his fingers inside you, bringing you to a climax.

“If I can make you cum with just my fingers, you should be worried.” Bakugou smirked, pulling his fingers out of you. He licked them clean and caught you as you fell forward into his arms.

“Jesus.” Bakugou mumbled, helping you over to your bed. He laid you down and watched as you looked back up at him.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You said softly.

“Like what?” Bakugou questioned, undoing his pants.

“Like you’re so...”

“So...?”

“I don’t know.” You blanked. Bakugou’s expression softened.

“Sor-” Bakugou cut himself off. Did he really want to apologize? He was just looking at you. He didn’t want to flat out say he was admiring you, how you looked.

Bakugou stroked his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that it was okay.

Bakugou thrust his hips into you, sending your head back. You felt like your dreams were coming true. And your dreams weren’t the only thing cumming.

Bakugou bucked his hips into you, his cock hitting your g spot. You were overcome with pleasure. Bakugou leaned down and pined your hands above your head.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Bakugou groaned, pressing his head to your neck. He fucked you at a steady pace, his lips connecting to your neck.

He licked the skin near his mouth, beginning to suck and bite at your skin, forming a hickey.

“B-Bakugou!” You moaned, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he thrust into you.

"Say my name again.” Bakugou groaned, feeling himself get closer and closer to cumming.

“Bakugou!” You cried, the feeling of Bakugou inside you driving you up the walls. He was thrusting into you just right, his pace steady and making your legs tremble.

“Fuck.” Bakugou grunted, cursing himself for getting so close. He came inside you, you cumming shortly after him.

“B-Bakugou.” You moaned softly as he pulled out of you. Bakugou sunk back, bringing his head in between your legs.

Bakugou dipped his tongue inside you, getting a better taste of you than before. You ran your hands through his spikey blonde hair, pulling him in closer to you, allowing him to eat you out more.

Bakugou smirked and pulled away, watching as you frowned.

“Don’t mention this, I wouldn’t want this to get ugly.” Bakugou cleaned himself up, tossing you your clothes.

“I-I won’t.” You said softly, still frazzled by the whole experience.

“So you got some crush on me?” Bakugou turned away, buttoning his pants back up.

“It’s obvious now isn’t it?” You stated, pulling your underwear back on.

“Are we going to do this dating thing?” Bakugou turned and looked back at you.

“Is that your way of asking me out?” You raised a brow.

“Do you have a problem with it?” Bakugou stared daggers at you.

“N-No!” You shook your head.

“I’ll go out with you then.” Bakugou confirmed. Your cheeks turned red.

“Wait really?!” You hopped to your feet, Bakugou smirked.

Your lower body hurt, and your legs were weak. He was powerful in more ways than one it seemed. Bakugou caught you before you stumbled to the ground.

“We’re going to have to work on this. I can’t just carry you around everywhere after we fuck.” Bakugou grinned.

“Y-yeah.” You laughed shyly.

- - -

Bakugou had admitted his feelings. He felt better, now that he was dating you. You weren’t so much of a distraction, in the sense that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Well, he couldn’t do that now either.

You and him had spent most of your time together, alone, behind closed doors until Kirishima walked in on the two of you making out in his room.

Kirishima was laughing about how Bakugou had gone all soft for you, but he was still just as firey as always, though he was a bit of a teddy bear.

Bakugou also took note whenever you were doodling in class, that it was of him. He’d catch you looking at him and he’d just smirk at you, causing your cheeks to heat up.

Sometimes all it takes is a little crush-contact.

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batterycityghoul · 4 years ago

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Hello there! Could you write a Klaus x reader with reader being a tattoo artist? Like they met, when reader started tattooing and Klaus's Hello and Goodbye tattoo is her practicing work. With Their relationship romantic, but no strings attached, because Klaus's comes and goes and reader is his safe place? Thank you! 🥰💖

Title: The Taste of Ink

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves/Reader

Word Count: 3.1k (I can’t write a drabble to save my life, I’m so sorry)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this wonderful prompt! I really hope you like this. 💖 This turned out a bit angsty and I’m so sorry. I couldn’t resist. Also, I watched the Deadpool movies again recently and some of the characters might have been inspired by Deadpool characters. Reader and Klaus are both early 20s at the start of this.

You didn't grow up with the knowledge that you wanted to some day become a tattoo artist. When you were younger, you were always terrible at art, but you yearned to be better. You joined art club and stayed after school with the art teacher, trying to soak up as much as you could about different styles and techniques.

You kept at it until you started feeling satisfied with your work.

Still, you never expected to turn to tattooing as a possible career path until you found yourself in desperate need of a job after the company you had worked at for a year and a half suddenly let you go. You had applied to be a receptionist at a tattoo parlor called 'X-Force Ink,' just a few blocks away from your apartment, hoping to make enough money to keep paying rent while you considered your options.

You had only been there for a couple of weeks when the owner had to fire one of the artists. You knew he was scrambling to find a replacement, so when he caught you doodling on the back of the sign-in sheet, he asked you to show him a portfolio. You hurried to get enough sketches together to hopefully give him an idea of your skill and when he seemed impressed, he offered to start your training right away.

It didn't take you long to realize that you loved it. You loved the focus and intimacy of the job. You loved that someone was trusting you enough to permanently ink art onto their body. You loved the thrill of the idea of watching someone walk out of the shop with a smile on their face because of your art.

By the end of your first couple of months as an apprentice, you couldn't imagine yourself doing anything else with your life. The only problem was that you were in need of more experience. You wanted to find someone who would trust you enough to practice your skills on. You considered asking friends or family, but your first real customer ended up being a complete stranger.

It was a nice, chilly autumn day when he came stumbling into your life. You were in the middle of watching another artist named Weasel tattoo a client when you heard the commotion coming from the front of the shop.

"Go see what that is," Weasel told you. "Wade might need some help."

"Alright," you agreed, leaving the room and making sure to close the curtain behind you to respect the client's privacy.

"Good luck!" You heard Weasel call after you.

You rolled your eyes, a fond smile on your face as you made your way out to the front. When you got to the waiting room, it was to see your boss, Wade, attempting to kick out a guy with eyeliner smudged around his eyes and a bottle of tequila in his hand.

"I don't have any money," the guy was slurring, swaying on his feet as he struggled to keep his eyes focused on Wade. "But I can think of other ways to pay."

You saw Wade roll his eyes before he put a hand to the stranger's shoulders. "Brother, I don't know what you're on, but you need to get the hell out of here before I call the cops."

"Oh, but my brother is a cop! Or he used to be one. Go ahead and call him up." The guy leaned forward, pitching his voice lower, as if imparting a secret. "Between you and me, he won't be too surprised to hear from you."

"Leave. Now," Wade snapped.

"Wait, wait, wait! Just wait!" The guy pleaded, holding out his palms, the bottle of tequila slipping from his fingers.

Wade was quick to grab it and set it down on the front counter.

"Just please listen to me," the guy continued, not even seeming to notice he was no longer holding the tequila.

You caught the sad, desperate look in the stranger's eyes and couldn't help but feel for him.

"Wade," you called, finally gaining his attention. "Mind if I take it from here?"

"What? No! I'm not letting you deal with this creep."

"Hey! Who are you calling a creep?" The stranger's bottom lip poked out in a pout.

You couldn't help but find him adorable as you cautiously approached him. "I'll get him out of here," you promised Wade. "Just give me a minute."

Wade considered you for a moment before he sighed, giving in to your request. "Call me if he tries anything," Wade told you, shooting a glare at the stranger before he turned and walked down the hallway towards the back rooms.

"Come on," you coaxed, reaching out to gently wrap your fingers around the guy's wrist. "Let's sober you up a bit."

You led the guy back towards the break room, gently pushing him into a chair at the table before you moved to fill a paper cup with water. You handed it over to him, watching him consider it for a moment as if he thought you were secretly trying to poison him, before he took a sip.

You sat down in the chair next to his, waiting until he was finished with the water before you chose to talk.

"What's your name?"

The guy squinted at you before a smile slowly stretched across his face. "Well, hey there," he purred. "What's someone like you doing in a place like this?"

"Jesus," you breathed. "What all did you take?"

He laughed, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling. "You know, I can't remember. They were mighty pretty, though." He sat up and reached out to touch his finger to the tip of your nose. "Like you."

You couldn't help but find the stranger oddly charming. There was just something about him that seemed to draw you in. You weren't sure if it was his beautiful, sad green eyes or the way he seemed to have so much weighing him down, but came off as strangely carefree. You wanted to know more about him, though.

"What's your name?" You asked again when he looked like he was able to actually focus on you for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

"Klaus," he answered. "Or Number Four, according to my father. God, what a prick." You listened to him grumble to himself for a few moments before he glanced to you again. "What's yours?"

"Y/N," you told him, holding your hand out for him to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Klaus."

Klaus took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. He winked at you before he let go of your hand. "The pleasure is mine," he assured you.

You huffed out a laugh before you stood and moved over towards the refrigerator. You rummaged through the contents before you found the leftovers from your lunch. You put them in the microwave before you looked to Klaus, noticing that he was watching you intently.

"I hope you like tacos," you told him once you grabbed the reheated food from the microwave.

"Oh, yes, I'm starving," Klaus groaned, barely waiting for the food to be placed in front of him before he grabbed it up, immediately taking a bite.

You watched him comically try to figure out if burning his mouth was worth the bite of food he just stuffed in his mouth before he landed in favor of swallowing the food.

"So," you started when he was finished with the first taco. "What brought you here?"

Klaus shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to get a tattoo. Isn't that why people come here?"

You barely resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I figured," you said. "But is it something you actually want or is it something you just thought sounded like a good idea because you're high?"

"And drunk," Klaus pointed out, as if that helped his case at all.

"And drunk," you repeated, raising an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

Klaus sighed, dropping the remains of the taco down on the wrapper, before he rolled up the sleeve of his patchwork coat to show you his left wrist. You caught the umbrella tattooed there before he dropped the sleeve, covering it.

"My dad made me get that when I was a kid," he told you. “So, I’m not a nervous ink virgin. I know what I’m getting myself into.”

"Your dad?" You asked incredulously, feeling your eyes widen in shock. "What the fuck?"

"That's just Reggie," Klaus dismissed, as if the idea of his father forcibly tattooing his kid wasn't the worst thing he ever did to him. Klaus launched into a ramble about his family and superpowers and being made to save the day when he was a teenager. He talked about how he was walking and saw the sign for the shop and knew he wanted to get a tattoo. He seemed to cycle through at least a dozen tattoo ideas, barely even noticing when you got up to refill his paper cup with water and handed it back to him.

By the time Klaus stopped talking, picking at the rest of his food, you had made up your mind.

"Klaus," you called softly, getting his attention.

"Yeah?"

"I'll tattoo you," you offered. "I'm only an apprentice, so I haven't done much yet, but I'll do it for free if you promise me something."

"Anything," Klaus immediately agreed, shooting you a smile.

"I'll only do it if you come back tomorrow after closing and you're sober enough to tell me what you really want. I want to make sure it's something you actually want."

Klaus narrowed his eyes at you, as if thinking it over, before he sighed and nodded his head. "Fine," he conceded. "It's a deal," he said, holding out his hand for you to shake.

By the time you got Klaus out to the front room and called him a cab, you assumed you would never see him again.

Still, the next day you volunteered to close, telling Wade that you had a potential client coming in who would let you work on them.

Wade tilted his head to the side, considering you, before he shook his head. "It's that kid from yesterday, isn't it?"

"Maybe," you answered, shrugging your shoulders.

"If you have any problems, call me," Wade told you. "That kid was a mess. Don't get sucked into his mess, kid," he warned.

"I'm an adult," you reminded him. "I can fuck up all by myself if I want to."

Wade shot you a grin, reaching out to briefly tug on your ear, before he nodded his head. "Don't forget to lock up. If I get robbed, it's all your fault."

"Noted," you told him, smiling after him when he flipped you off in lieu of a wave goodbye as he left the shop.

By the time an hour had passed after closing, you were starting to think Klaus wasn't going to show up. You had already resigned to giving him another ten minutes before you left when you were startled by the sound of someone knocking on the front window.

You glanced over to see Klaus standing there, a wide grin on his face when he realized he had your attention. He waved at you through the glass, practically skipping over towards the front door when you moved to unlock it for him.

"Hello there," he sang, brushing past you once you opened the door.

"You came," you said, still a bit surprised to see him.

"Well, not yet," he told you with a wink.

You sighed, deciding not to comment, before you moved to lock the front door again.

"So, do you know what you want tattooed?" You asked him, turning to consider him again.

A slow, pleased smile stretched across Klaus' face before he nodded his head. "I have the perfect idea."

Ten minutes later, you were starting to question if this was a good idea.

"I'm sorry," you said, shaking your head. "You want a tattoo on your hands?"

"The palms," Klaus corrected, showing them to you as if you wouldn't know what he was talking about otherwise. "One on each of them."

"Are you sure?" You asked helplessly, suddenly not sure if you were up to the job. "Maybe we should let someone else do this," you added. "Someone with more experience."

"Hey," Klaus said, reaching out to grab your hand. "I trust you."

"Why?" You couldn't help but wonder, since you had barely known him for a day.

Klaus shrugged his shoulders. "You helped me," he simply offered in answer.

You studied Klaus for a few moments before you sighed. "Alright," you finally conceded. "Let's do this."

When you were finished, you waited for Klaus to say he hated your work or regretted his decision.

Instead, he graced you with a blinding, satisfied smile and leaned forward to kiss you in thanks.

You weren't really sure what expression you had on your face when he pulled away, but all you knew was that you wanted more. Klaus' expression softened, his eyes dipping as he took you in, before he gave you a drawn-out, intent look. Slowly, he leaned forward, careful not to put any weight on his bandaged hands, as he brushed his lips against yours again.

This time, you felt almost breathless as he kissed you, your mind blanking out until all you could think about was Klaus pressed against you and how good it felt.

It wasn't long after that before you both ended up on the couch in Wade's office, half-naked and sated, pressed against each other.

"I wasn't expecting that," you pointed out, feeling weak-limbed and unsure as you finally pushed yourself up to stand.

Klaus was watching you when you glanced down at him, his gaze intent. "I was hoping for it," he told you, a smirk forming on his face when you felt your cheeks heat in a blush.

You held a hand out to Klaus, pulling him off the couch. "It's getting late and I have to lock up. But I live just down the street. Want to come over for coffee?"

"I'd love that," he agreed before he pulled you in for another kiss.

After that night, Klaus made it a habit to come into the shop every few months. Sometimes, he asked for a new tattoo. Other times, he seemed like he just wanted to talk.

You fell in love with Klaus over the years. You weren't sure when it really happened. Maybe it happened between inking the star onto his right wrist or the cluster of stars above his left hip. Maybe it was when he showed up at closing one night, a bottle of vodka in one hand and bag of tacos in the other, ignoring the exasperated glare Wade shot him. Maybe it happened when Klaus came into the shop, tears streaming down his face as he made a beeline over to you, asking if you could fit him into your schedule. Maybe it was as you inked a ghost into the skin of his right hip, a design he found hilarious but wouldn't tell you why, as you listened to him talk about losing his brother Ben.

You saw different sides to Klaus over the years, but he was always Klaus to you. He was in and out of your life so often, but you never minded, because you knew without a doubt that he would always find his way back to you.

Sometimes, you would go months without seeing Klaus. Other times, he would be a near-constant presence in your life for weeks.

By the time you had been working at X-Force Ink for almost a decade, you were starting to wonder if your relationship with Klaus would ever move past visits and settle down into something stable. You loved Klaus, so while you were more than happy to take anything he was willing to give, you couldn't help but miss him from time to time.

When Klaus came into the shop one day in late March, a guy you didn't recognize trailing behind him, you immediately made your way over to him.

"You got new ink," you couldn't help but point out, reaching out to brush your fingers over the tattoo on his bicep. "Should I be jealous?"

Klaus laughed, the sound almost desperate and pained. "I was out of town for a while. Couldn't wait," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He pointed to the guy standing near the front door of the shop. "Y/N, this is Diego. Diego, this is Y/N."

"Your brother?" You asked, tilting your head as you considered Diego. "He's handsome," you told Klaus, wriggling your fingers in a wave at Diego.

"Now I feel like I should be jealous," Klaus joked.

You focused back on Klaus, studying him for a moment. "There's something different about you."

Klaus gave a helpless little laugh before he nodded his head. "There's a lot different about me."

"Are you okay?"

He sighed in answer before pulling you in for a kiss, making it somehow feel melancholy and sweet at the same time.

"Why does this feel like goodbye?" You asked when he pulled away, his eyes hinting at a sorrow and grief and anguish that hadn't been there the last time you saw him.

"It doesn't have to be," he said before he bit his lip. He winced before glancing back at his brother. "But it might be."

"What does that mean?"

Klaus wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in until you were pressed up against him. He dropped a kiss to the crown of your head. "It's probably better if you don't know. But I'll fix it. I'll save the world for you."

"Klaus," you started, attempting to pull back so you could look at him, but he didn't seem intent on letting you go. "You're worrying me."

"Sorry," he breathed, finally letting you go. "I just wanted to see you."

You caught what he wasn't really saying. This was likely the last time you would see him. He just wanted to see you before he left. He might not be coming back.

"Klaus," you repeated, feeling helpless as tears welled in your eyes. "What's really going on?"

"Klaus," you heard Diego call. "Wrap it up."

Klaus groaned, shooting a glare at Diego, before he looked back to you. He cupped your face in his hands, bringing you in for a short, loving kiss before he pulled away from you.

"I'll see you," he offered, his tone conveying how much he hoped what he said was true.

"Miss you already," you told him, your own little version of 'I love you.'

You watched as Klaus left the shop with his brother, shooting you one last look through the glass at the front of the shop. The last you saw of him was his hand raised in a wave, the 'goodbye' you tattooed there years earlier serving as your final message from Klaus.

#klaus hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #tua #prompt request #klaus hargreeves #reader insert #reader #request

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lankasuka · 3 years ago

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This is the last part. Part 1/2/3/4

more sadness as day past and no announcement for his debut.

and so on 31/5, I had enough and draw a sleeping tiger and crying betamal, guess what.... at the evening on 5PM, hwsmalaysia design got released hahahaha. its certainly a joyous day and everyone celebrated. Mal got trending multiple time throughout the week until his first comic debut. miss that day ;w;

the last comic is to bid farewell to this design hehe. betamal is very important to me bc he spark my interest to draw comic and make hc again after so long.

i did post a few doodle of what betamal do in his retirement tho hehehe.(spoiler: he went bbq with prussia.

if you are interested with future betamal retirement comic, feel free to send me ask ! give me more excuse to draw him plz

#betamalaysia

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rhubarbbaby · 5 years ago

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Strawberries and Art 1

Jihoon x Y/N

Genre: College AU, Fluff Word Count: 2k Summary: Like every passionate art student, you spend most of your time immersed in your drawings and paintings. The day you meet Jihoon, your everyday life suddenly gets a lot more exciting…

All chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

Chapter 1

Changing the song that was currently playing on your phone, while at the same time trying very hard not to reduce your walking speed was definitely (much) harder than you thought. Twenty minutes ago you had still been asleep in your comfy bed while dreaming about... dreaming about what?

The memories of your dream had slipped away the second your alarm went off. The excessively shrill, piercing tone you had set for your alarm used to get you into a lot of fights with your brother when you were still living at home, because “What the fuck is that sound? Can´t you just use that weird guitar riff like any other fucking normal person?” Although you did always feel a tiny bit of pity for your brother and knew that he had a point (you would of course never admit that), you never changed the sound. You surely were not fond of it yourself but you needed something to pull you out of your sleep.

Even before you started attending university you were used to staying up late. Undeniably, staying up late was and will never be a healthy way to treat your body, you are very much aware of that. Your body wanting to sleep for seven maybe even eight hours was something you have always considered the cruelest inconvenience, the most ridiculous joke, the crudest rule the universe has set for you. Late at night was the time it was the easiest for you to pour all your thoughts, all the inspirations you had collected during the day into your drawings. How were you supposed to bend all your whirls of ideas into drawings if your body was basically screaming at you to finally go to bed? How presumptuous of your body to expect you to fulfill his basic needs.

But no matter how tired you were you nearly never managed to fall asleep before one in the morning which made you resort to the drastic measure of changing your alarm sound to said very shrill tone. After sometimes only four hours of sleep, your body was not willing to let you jump out of bed as simple as that. One could say the fatigue almost holds you captive every morning until around nine am when you normally start to free yourself from the clutches of your own tired body.

Yesterday you unintentionally set the aforementioned alarm an hour too late which had led to you now having to rush to the lecture hall. Your art history class would be starting in three minutes and you needed at least another five to even get to the entrance door. Despite having had to open the music app on your phone just to select a completely different album until you could finally pick your desired song, you were sure you didn´t lose more than a few seconds. Now accompanied by an uplifting song (not too uplifting though because it was still only eight in the morning which was definitively too early for upbeat music) and the tapping of your shoes on the asphalt you were practically running to your destination.

The moment you finally reached the entrance door a wave of relieve swept over you. Your lecture had only started two minutes ago, which wasn´t too bad. You hurried down the hallway and slipped quickly through the door. Your eyes darted to the front to see if the professor had already started the class. Luckily for you she was still setting up the projector for her visual presentation. While you tried to breathe calmly, which turned out to be quite a challenge after you had just crossed the entire campus in record time; you were looking for a free seat in the back. But this was an art history class. At eight in the morning. Nothing like an art history class before ten guarantees such an absurdly small amount of participating students. It was not difficult for you to find a free seat. (To be precise: you caught sight of more than twenty free seats.)

Seeing how many of your fellow students had deemed this class as “not worthy waking up for” you suddenly felt a bit insecure and ridiculous. You hated to miss class, even if it was art history. You knew that by simply listening to the professor you would already internalize some of the information. That meant you wouldn´t have to study as much at home anymore which meant you had more time for your drawings. Simple equation. Nevertheless you were feeling like the biggest nerd sitting in a half empty lecture hall with five other students.

Shaking your head slightly as if to get those unnecessary thoughts out of your brain you decided that it wouldn´t do you any good to continue thinking about your situation, so you simply took out your notebook and a pen to prepare yourself for the lecture. Four minutes after the professor had started speaking, your thoughts were already drifting off and your notebook got slowly filled with small doodles instead of the notes you were supposed to be taking.

Putting your things back into your bag you looked at your phone to check the time. It was 10 am. The professor´s voice long condemned to a pleasant background noise, you had spent the last two hours dozing and scribbling in your notebook. You hadn´t had breakfast and you were not hungry but you knew that giving your body some fuel in form of food would be the right thing to do right now. It was Friday and you knew your friend Jo did have morning classes just like you, so you decided to shoot her a message.

You: Hey wanna get breakfast?

You already felt your phone buzz after you left the lecture hall.

Jo: Sure! I´ll wait at the cafeteria.

Happy that you wouldn´t have to eat alone you grinned at your phone and started walking towards your friend. Entering the cafeteria you saw Jo waving while sitting at one of those big tables on the side. You shot her a smile and made your way over. With an overdramatic sigh you slumped down in the chair opposite of her.

“Was art history that bad?” she chuckled. “Honestly? I was just too tired to pay attention. I will never understand why classes that early even exist... It´s inhuman.” you retorted while shaking your head to emphasize your point. “Pretty sure some really sick sadistic psychopath invented morning classes.” She laughed but you knew she hated to get up early just as much as you. “Does Hansol not have class this morning?”

Hansol had been Jo´s boyfriend for a few months now. It´s definitely not that you are one of those girls who are obsessed with finding a boyfriend, haunted by the mission to find a pretty boy to post pretty Instagram pictures with, but Jo and Hansol´s relationship was kind of perfect, or so it seemed to the public eye and even though you (most certainly) were not one those girls, you couldn´t help but feel a bit jealous. Jo was one of your best friends and you were aware that their relationship wasn´t always ideal. They had smaller and sometimes bigger fights, like any other couple but they both were as happy as you had ever seen them and they supported each other unconditionally. When they got together you were scared you´d feel excluded when the three of you would hang out but Hansol turned out to be a total sweetheart (there really was no other way to describe him) who made sure you never felt left out.

“He does. He just was too lazy to get up today.” She shrugged. “You want pancakes? I´ll go get the food.” “Sure!” Fifteen minutes later both of you were not hungry anymore. “I didn´t even realize how hungry I was.” “I only ever realize how hungry I am when I start eating.” you agreed. “I totally forgot to ask you but did you already start drawing that portrait assignment?” “Don´t even remind me. I still have no idea who I´m going to draw. I don´t just want to draw some random celebrity. Everyone is going to do that and I really want it to be good.” “Yeah…but not everyone will be doing it as good as you. But like, have you thought about asking someone to model for you?” “Jo, are you indicating you want to be my muse?” you laughed with her tuning in right away. The mental image of her posing for you was more than just ridiculous. Just as she was about to answer, a boy interrupted the two of you. “You´re Hansol´s girlfriend right?” he asked her.

You had seen him passing you on the hallway before but until now he had never caught your eye. One look was enough for you to realize how pretty he actually was. Just like a mathematician who recognizes numbers everywhere with which they can explain mundane processes, just like a linguist who notices every subtlety of every single word and could distinguish the hidden delicate messages between each syllable, just like that you saw lines, strokes, patterns in the most varied and vivid colors that joined together in your imagination to form drawings and paintings in every place. You could be looking at any flower and the way the petals bent, the way the leaves curled around the stem would just make sense to you. That´s how you were looking at that boy´s face right now. His face seemed to consist out of tender drawn lines that intervened at the perfect spots. His eyes, his nose, his mouth that was slightly twisted upwards into a smile, everything just fit so wonderfully together you inevitably had to think about how amazing it would be to draw him.

“Yup, that´s me.” Jo´s voice had yanked you back out of your thoughts. “Me and Hansol have a class together. I forgot I still had one of his books and I think he needs it to study for that exam next week. Can I just leave it with you?” He was holding out a book to her. “Sure! That´s really sweet of you, looking out for him like that.” With a comically exaggerated gesture he bowed before us. “The pleasure was all mine,” He grinned. “I´m Jihoon by the way.” “I´m Jo and this is Y/N.” Only now he turned his upper body and finally looked at you. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Maybe it was just your imagination, caused by the desire to be noticed by this undoubtedly (really fucking) attractive boy, but his gaze seemed to have remained on you for a tiny second too long for it to be considered normal.

“Delighted to meet you guys.” he stated with a childlike smile on his face which made his eyes disappear. “There´s this party tomorrow. Hansol said he´s coming. You two should come as well.” “We´ll think about it! Sounds like fun though.” Jo answered for the both of you. “Perfect! I should get going. I have class in a bit.” His gaze was turned back onto you. “You´re still going to eat that?” “Wha…What?” “That strawberry. You´re not going to eat that?” Only then you realized you had left a single strawberry on your plate. “No..you can have it.” You stuttered your reply, your eyes wide from embarrassment because you hadn´t immediately figured what he had meant. He picked up the strawberry and took a bite. “Thanks!” he grinned. And then he winked at you. Just like that. Without warning. Promptly you could feel your cheeks turn slightly red and you wanted nothing more than to hide your face in your hands but at the same time you could still not stop staring at his face. In that moment you would´ve sworn that wink was the cutest (but somehow also hottest) thing you had ever seen in your life. “See you at the party!” with that he turned away from you and made his way over to the exit.

Only now your cheeks slowly lost color and your breath seemed to slow down again. You looked at Jo. She looked at you. You didn´t have to say anything , she had already deciphered you. “So you think he´s hot?” she beamed. “So fucking hot.”

What you couldn´t have seen, of course, was the smile with which Jihoon had left the room. What else was he supposed to do when you were that damn cute?

Hi! It´s me, Jo. I´d like to thank you for reading my stuff! I really hope you enjoyed it. If you have any feedback, comments, requests, questions please let me know!

#jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen ff #seventeen fluff #jihoon fluff #woozi fluff #kpop ff #seventeen #rhubarbbabywrites

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lillithenettix · 4 years ago

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Part 3

Part 4/?

Part 5

With Putunia out of his view, Habit wanted to turn around. Look after her as she ran as if that would give him any answers to all the questions appearing inside his head.

Read the rest of the fic under the cut!

He still remembered the day she got checked in by her parents. She was very loud and violent. Jumping around his office as soon as she entered, not even sparing him a glance.

So rude! He wasn’t looking forward on having to handle her at the time.

At least she seemed to appreciate his wall art. He liked it when his creations got acknowledged and fawned over. It caused him to feel a sense of accomplishment. Throughout his life he learned to cherish the little things. They kept him going. Pushing him forward when nothing and no one else did.

As he started talking with her parents, something felt oddly familiar. It scratched at the back of his head like a caged wild cat trying to escape its small prison. He didn’t let it show. He just answered all their questions. They had so many it was almost making head hurt. Most of them were just silly, even in his less-than-sane opinion.

Is it really free? Is it legal? We don’t have to come to check up on her until the very end, right? Could you provide a free ride for her to get back home?

At some point he stopped paying attention to the parents’ blabbering and just kept nodding, while looking at the little girl still engrossed in the paintings. He hoped he could get the parents out of his hair soon. He really wanted the mind-scratching to go away.

Once the parents seemed satisfied with everything, they called Putunia over. Habit was still looking at her, not sure if feeling delight to meet his newest Habitician or something akin to annoyance.

Not even a second later, he decided it was annoyance. As soon as Putunia set her eyes on him she, for some reason unbeknownst to him, decided that he was a super villain. He was taken by surprise when she sprinted towards him only to punch him where she really shouldn’t have. Not even a man built like Boris could keep standing after that.

Once he was done dealing with the pain on the floor he ushered the father away even if he was trying to help him. Boris stood up, trying to contain his annoyance at the whole situation. He wished he had Pabit here with him right now. He was sure he could’ve stayed calm with him on his hand.

As he was about to take a few deep breaths, maybe count backwards from ten, he saw what was going on. Putunia standing straight and tense with her eyes closed so hard her whole face was wrinkled, her mother raising her hand above her head-

Suddenly, he knew what the scratch in his mind was. It was abruptly so obvious. So painful. So familiar.

He saw a much younger Boris, his father, and his Lily. They were standing in front of him. He was frozen still. It took him only a blink to get back to reality. See the little girl, her mother, and her boxing glove.

His body moved on its own. It felt like he had no control over it. He grabbed the mother’s raised hand in a flash, maybe a bit harshly at first, but he let go just as fast. Thankfully, it seemed to get the point across.

Don’t hit her.

He remembered being in a bit of a shock for a while, his voice completely lost to him. That’s when he drew the first anti-violence poster, or rather, post-it note.

He didn’t do many things right in his life but, he thinks, that’s the one thing he didn’t screw up.

His reminiscing got put to a halt when, immediately after the little girl was out of sight, a man with bright pink spectacles appeared before him.

It was Dallas, the painter. The first thing he noticed were the paint stains on him. He was always messy when it came to painting. Different colors were smudged on him every day. You could almost tell what he was painting just by looking at those.

Then, looking up, he noticed a snowdrop hanging above Dallas, stuck behind his headband. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it for a while.

Purity, innocence, sympathy… That’s what the flower meant. Though, somehow, that didn’t sound right.

After burying the Tooth Lily seeds, he didn’t have anything to do with flowers anymore. He avoided them for so many years. It was easier ignoring what his heart yearned for that way. Only once he was brought out of his manic state by Flower Kid did he allow his mind to wonder about flowers, study them, and appreciate them.

He had to think harder. What does a snowdrop mean?

A hand casually put onto his shoulder broke his train of thought.

Boris finally looked down, away from the flower and towards Dallas. The younger man put his other arms onto the table, and leaned his head on his hand. The relaxed smile plastered onto his face made Boris feel calm. It’s like his smile was telling him-

“Don’t worry, dude.” Dragging out the words like he usually did. “All’s cool.” He took off his glasses, hooked them onto the low collar of his shirt leaned closer. His smile turning a bit more devilish.

Habit could feel his breath now. As seconds passed he got more and more flustered at their proximity. His heart skipped a beat in anticipation as Dallas closed his eyes, puckered his lips, and sent a kiss to Boris.

Boris wasn’t sure how to react. Another kiss, just for him! Blushing, he opened his mouth to say something, he wasn’t sure what but he needed to fill the silence. It was simply too much!

Dallas didn’t let him get even a squeak out before he removed the snowdrop from his headband and tucked it behind Habit’s ear next to the other two flowers.

He gave Habit another pat on the shoulder, “You can, like, relax now.” And continued on the same path as Putunia.

Ah, he remembered the meaning now.

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When Dallas came across the Habitat website during his art block he thought he found his solution. The page was totally inspirational. Like, the bold colors, the doodles, the everything! It really didn’t take him long to pack up his art supplies and make his way there.

Even before entering the Habitat, when looking at the whole area, he was itching for a brush. The whole resort was an art project, if you ask him. Especially the weirdly shaped tower. Honestly that one looked ready to collapse at any moment, but he was no architect, he’s sure it’s fine.

When he entered the place he was getting a bit giddy seeing all the wall art. Could his art block, like, really end here? Is this the inspiration he needed?

Wanting to soak in as much of the view as possible in as little time as possible, he jogged around the place. The more he explored the calmer he got. It was a big place. A unique place. And the whole experience could be an inspiration by itself. The giant wall doodles were also nice, but it wasn’t quite cutting it. Something was missing. He wanted something more.

Should he really stay here? He wasn’t sure anymore.

Not having time to think his decision trough, someone grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, using enough strength to not give him room to resist.

The person responsible was like, super tall, very green, and kinda pretty. Taking in the comically fluffy hair, giant blue coat, and little top hat on top of his head, he put two and two together.

“Whazzup, Doc?” He made a little peace sign, as if it added to the conversation.

The doctor tilted his head, seemingly waiting for some elaboration from Dallas.

Okay, maybe it was like, totally weird to come in unannounced and then wander around for who knows how long, instead of going to the medical professional running the place. But who can blame him? He’s an artist in need of motivation!

“So, like, I want in.” Does he, really? “Into the Habitat, dude.” Guess so.

The tall guy instantly perked up, hooked his hand around Dallas’ own, and dragged him towards the tower.

“Oh, then follow me!” He was already dragging him places, but okay, got’cha. “You will love it here!”

Dope, he sounds genuine. It’ll be, like, fine.

It’s been so long since that day.

Besides his first week there, he barely saw Habit around. Eventually, he forgot about him. Well, kind of. There were so many self-portraits and doodles decorating the Habitat it was hard to keep him completely out of mind. Only towards the end of his stay, when the creepy PSAs of his started playing every night, did Habit start lingering in his mind for longer periods, rather than just quick and easily forgettable reminders.

He wasn’t sure what exactly went on with Habit behind the scenes, but it didn’t seem very… chill. He might’ve been a bit dense, but not blind.

In the end, he ended up hearing about the events that transpired during the big event from others.

Maybe it was the fact he hadn’t experienced any of the bad stuff directly. Maybe it was the fact he’s a criminally chill dude. Or maybe it was the fact that Habit was genuinely remorseful about his actions, by the tone of the letter, even desperate. Whatever the reason, it didn’t take him long to make up his mind and accept the Doc’s invitation.

He even thought of the perfect gift to bring him, to celebrate his new beginning. Something representing hope.

A snowdrop.

#my art #my writing #Dallas Smuth #Boris Habit #smile for me #smile for me game #sfm #dallas is such a pleasure to draw

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rem289 · 5 years ago

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Q: Why are you writing this post?

A: Because during the Christmas holidays I started to receive attention from the Zootopia fandom which led me to re-discover some concepts that I thought I had made clear, and since this didn’t turn out to be true, I am forced to reiterate them.

Q: What happened?

A: I discovered that someone had reposted, obviously without my consent, an old comic of Aoimotion and mine on reddit, a site I don't like and on which I had already said not to publish my actually and old contents. This repost "reminded" this fandom of my existence, and after this event some people came to ask us questions such as "when Nick and Judy would reappear in our work?" and the like.

You can imagine how much it bothered me, so I went to reddit and wrote to immediately delete the content. Unfortunately, doing this I couldn’t help but notice how the post had become a place to waste insinuations and insults aimed at me and Aoimotion. In particular, the comments of three users stood out: @ggctuk , @owningsuperset7 and @hammytotherescue

Q: Why did these users get your attention?

A: ggctuk, which I have no idea who they are, have proclaimed themselves as the narrative voice of the events that have taken place between us and the fandom, providing a lot of incomplete and, in the worst case, completely wrong information, about why we left the fandom and about the alleged "abusive behaviors" we had against translators.

Owningsuperset7 spoke about us (like he does every time the occasion presents itself to him), defining us ungrateful towards the fandom "that had fed us". But "fed" in what sense? It seems to me that we have been those who have definitely "eaten" very little… or likes can be monetized, just like the views on youtube, and I didn't know it? Did they break the keyboard in order to put those likes on our works? If it’s so, I'm sorry, but I certainly wasn't the one who pointed the gun at their head to follow my work. Always remember that paying attention to a work is always and only a reader’s choice. No creator has power over these phenomena, we just create and publish, the rest is always an unknown factor. So expressing yourself as a seduced and abandoned lover on an old and free work doesn’t make you a victim, it only makes you ridiculous. Anyway, I know the subject, who had already decided in the past to talk on DeviantArt before I blocked him, and I decided not to tell him anything in that moment, also because, what can you say to a person who clearly has problems that go beyond fandom? Sometimes ignoring is the kindest choice you can make.

Hammytotherescue instead claimed that he and I were friends in the past, before the duo formed by me and aoimotion became toxic. Since I had no memory of this person and I hate when someone alludes to relationships with me that don't exist, I wrote to him privately on Tumblr asking him if he could kindly refresh my memory about this "friendship" he was bragging about.

Q: How did it end?

A: The conversation, which I report below because I, unlike him, have nothing to be ashamed of, is as follows:

As you can see, Hammy never replied to my last message . But in reality the story was not over. A few days ago, in fact, I discover that the user in question "vented" in the post of reddit, not under my comment (so that I received notification of his reply) but in response to another comment that had been left to me. Showing, as always, the incredible maturity of these people.

After reading this comment, I decided to act by reporting the user on reddit, but the answer I received can be summarized as: "since you are a content creator, you deserve insults regardless." In short, a response as useful and smart as the people who gave it to me. So don’t worry Hammy, you won't be banned from reddit because the only braincell shared by you users agrees that defining a toxic and manipulative person is, to quote one of the wise moderators I talked to, "a fairly typical level of criticism". All is well that ends well.

Q: You mentioned "concepts to reiterate". What would they be?

A: Let's start by denying what ggctuk wrote in that reddit's post, given how much popularity his comments have gained.

My split from this fandom started because I simply lost interest in Nick and Judy and preferred to do something else, something of my own. Black Jack gave us the opportunity to invent many original characters and they was those I wanted to work on. We have never worked for ulterior motives other than having fun together. When we recognized that we no longer have anything to give to this universe, we declared it openly and closed this chapter of our "artistic life". This split could take place in a peaceful and calm way, I would have taken my own path and you yours, since it was obvious, since BJ times, that you had very little interest in our original contents. You also reiterated this between the lines of these last comments, so really, I make a terrible effort to understand your logic of contents belonging to your fandom. It's not your fault, don't worry. You have been spoiled by this entrenched habit of creating any anthropomorphic animal and attributing it to your precious and super-nutritive fandom. Once you labeled this attitude at heresy, now everything is fine as long as it helps you keeping this universe going, honestly, I just pity you. However it seems that your obsession with me prevents you from accepting the fact that my life would have continued even without this fandom and that I would have lived very well even without the amount of likes that fanarts could give me. Indeed my life would be even more beautiful if I didn't have to waste time like I am doing now.

Both me and aoimotion together gave you a lot, and in the end we simply got it back. Jack is a prime example: yes, he is a character born from the scratches of Zootopia's artwork, but thanks to our work he has evolved to the point of becoming a completely original character. This fandom has not been able to accept it and until the end has tried to claim him as its own, and even now it can’t accept that we have instead taken him back, and even less can you bear that we are successfully using him in our original works, which is why you insist so much on his "Disney" origin, as if this defines his identity, and for months you have made fun of us saying that we were claiming something that belongs to Disney as our own. Unfortunately, beyond a doodle and a hint of a hypothetical background, Disney has absolutely nothing. Whatever weight you have attributed to "Jack Savage" is only thanks to our work, Disney has nothing to do with your mania and it has nothing to do with everything we've built up over the years. Still, you took our job and stuck it over the "Disney" label, and that was even when Black Jack was long gone, so don’t use that excuse anymore. You even tried to attribute Cynthia to the Disney universe by calling her "Skye", since you are so desperate to keep your fantasies going, and when you had nothing more to say, you said that my art style was "clearly inspired by Disney". Did you think I could condone such an attitude? I suppose these statements derive above all from the certainly very poor culture that you have of the world outside the fandom (or fandoms), however there are artists who WORKED for Disney, who TEACHED drawing techniques at the Disney Academy and who work at own productions with that style, without anyone attributing anything to the major. If you don't believe me, try using the web for something constructive, like doing some in-depth research on the subject.

As for the matter of our alleged abuses on translators, I will only say two things: the translations started because of my naivety, and we prohibited them because the translators abused their role and went out of control, acting as if the comics belonged to them and / or as if there was a special relationship of complicity between me and them. I'm sorry I gave false hopes to these people, unfortunately I didn't have time to realize the misunderstandings that were being created and how our work was being used. There is a clear difference between the fan content and the original content, so now more than even, less our work passes into the hands of others, the better it is for us.

Now let’s analyzing the brilliant messages of Hammy, both on Tumblr and on reddit:

In both cases, what I see is a desperate need to cling to Rem's "pretty" facade while simultaneously demolishing the person behind Aoimotion. These insinuations suggest that the only possible Rem to conceive for your narrow minds is the kind and lovely one, and everything I say and do that does not fall within this definition is the work of aoimotion.

I will never go into detail about the dynamics between me and her, because frankly it’s not your business and I don’t want to give you further ground to cultivate your absurd speculations and your degenerated ideas. If you have decided to treat us as two two-dimensional characters of some fourth category fan fiction born from your fragile minds and then feel disappointed or offended by my attitude or a severe response I can give you, you cannot help but blame yourself and not who is my friend .

But you have to get it into your heads that when you talk about us in a personal way, you refer only on the basis of two web profiles. You don't know us personally and above all you don't know me. Being an extremely reserved person, I always decided to use social networks to share my artistic side or my interests related to entertainment, nothing more, nothing less. "Rem289" has always been only a blog, a showcase on the web, I’ve never attributed a real emotional and above all personal value to it, even before Zootopia. For the rest I prefer to live my personal life off the web. Unfortunately, you have been so careless as to decide to hit my personal sphere, my friendships and my affections. So no, Aoi didn’t take over between you and me, but the person behind Rem289 took over and you paid the consequences.

Still on the subject of aoimotion, it seems that the moment this comment was written on DA has remained particularly impressed: https://www.deviantart.com/comments/1/765376682/4647911119

This great insult, which among other things is attributed to her as if I didn’t think the same (if not worse) about you, has become the new reason why aoimotion is ugly and bad and is the reason why she deserves to be insulted and disparaged at the slightest opportunity, even during a conversation with me in which she’s not involved in any way.

Now, since this term seems to me rather dated to be used as a matter of indignation during your debates, and since I still find it rather ”soft” to use to outline my intolerance towards you, in order to give you another thing to think over, I will give you an attribute which seems more correct to me: you are sick. Confronting you is like talking to someone who has been brainwashed. You are a broken record that always says the same things over and over again. I can't even feel sorry for you, what I feel is just a great sense of unease. (Of course there are people that still participate in this fandom and are perfectly normal, but those are exceptions and they already know we think good of them.)

And it’s precisely your illness that prompted me to dissociate myself so violently from the fandom. Not aoimotion, as you have been saying for months between an insult and another that you address to her because perhaps you are too afraid of me to address them directly to me, which is rather contradictory since I should be the sweet and pretty one of the duo. After all, it's better to treat me like a poor brainless fool who lets herself be manipulated rather than admit that I also have my own ideas and that, you don’t say, you don't like them.

Q: In any case, you have no right to deprive your fans of old content they love so much, you just want to be spiteful! Why did all your old WildeHopps comics disappear from the web?

A: The decision to delete the contents created by me relating to the fandom from my web platforms or those shared with my partner was not born in the least out of spite or "punishment" towards the members of the fandom. It was a decision made to dissociate my name and my current work from fandom, because unfortunately it created difficulties for my image and real difficulties for readers to understand (you can go on and say that if people think your work is still Zootopia-related is not a big deal, but I assure you it is). All that came after, are only and exclusively speculations built on purpose to find the most sinister reasons of why it happened. Publishing content is only an accessory part of the job itself, a percentage of the process. Deciding to publish, not publish or cancel a publication is at the pure expense of the author, and no consumer has the right to impose his will on the creator. I understand that they are perhaps too complex concepts for you, since it’s clear that you are used to measuring the value of things based on the likes they receive, but this current of thought also exists and I hope it will be useful to you someday, in the remote possibility that decide to take moments of deep reflection (which would be more and more useful than tapping your fingers on the keyboard).

(Little curiosity: in the last few weeks we have forwarded about twenty reports to various sites to remove our old contents posted there without our permission. Not only all twenty reports have been accepted, but the contents have all been removed in less than 12 hours from the date of reporting. This is to remind you that if we don’t want our content on the web, we have them removed and it’s the reposters who pay for it, not us.)

Q: Well, however you can't force us not to talk badly about you or aoimotion, in fact, you can't stop us from believing that she's been manipulating you for years. Almost certainly it’s she who is writing this post without your knowledge, isn't it?

A: The people of the web are notoriously lazy and are therefore often uninformed and constipated in developing their own concepts. They spit sentences without even knowing what they’re talking about, they choose "comfortable" truths, such as the fact of attributing to aoimotion every not nice word that comes from me, and when this phenomenon is reflected on real persons, unfortunately it’s quite difficult to manage.

We are attributed with labels, words, concepts, faults, relationships that don’t belong to us and that are difficult to get away from. A simple comment or a wrong statement towards a person can spread like wildfire and end up marking them for life. Needless to say, these conditions often prevent these same people from continuing with their activities, which instead are healthy, in a serene and peaceful way. Even now, instead of drawing, I’m writing this latest post to defend me and my partner from your sick slanders. Those who allow themselves the luxury of damaging the "active personalities" of the web are people who fully enjoy anonymity behind a screen, and often people who have the matter of regulating them (like the reddits moderators, who are a joke at best) limit themselves to considering certain behaviors "ordinary” in the creator / consumer relationship. The mere fact of normalizing certain behaviors doesn’t smooth out the rules of civilized life, makes these "authorities" complicit and therefore only adds a problem. It’s more than evident that some people are not yet able to distinguish the boundary that exists between objective opinion and direct and personal insult, but from people who lose sleep at night because they have been defined as “lunatic” I don’t expect anything less. Who knows what you will do now that I have called you sick.

I conclude with a message to the interested party:

@hammytotherescue: I don't know how old you are, however, judging by what you write and how you write it and how you act, I deduce that you should not be more than 14-15 years old. Unfortunately I regret to tell you that the fact you are a minor doesn’t mean that you don’t have to take responsibility for your actions, and if you still have doubts about understanding where you have gone wrong I advise you to ask your parents for advice. I gave you the opportunity to confront me but you ran away to cry on a public platform. Hasn't anyone taught you that real life doesn't work like that? If, on the other hand, you are an adult, I sincerely feel sorry for you, I say this from the bottom of my heart.

I know how comfortable it is to hide behind a group or in this case a fandom to vent one's dislikes towards the individual. This time you and your friends have received the same treatment, you have not caught generic appellations addressed to the fandom but I decided to speak to you personally. My only advice is to use this experience to learn how it behaves on the web, and when you have learned it, you could teach it to all your friends, perhaps starting with @owningsuperset7.

For @ggctuk: I hope you will appreciate my effort in writing this long post, as so the next time you talk about us again, you can use it as a reference to explain how things went 🤗

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devinsfm · 5 years ago

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joe keery. cis male. he/him. ／ jack devin just pulled up blasting video killed the radio star by the buggles — that song is so them ! you know, for a twenty - four year old radio show host, i’ve heard they’re really impulsive, but that they make up for it by being so captivating. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say obscure vintage horror comics, blurry photographs of mysterious figures in the woods, and vivid descriptions of spine - chilling tales . here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( sam, 23, est, she/her )

hey there, demons ! *ba tum tss* i’m sam and i never do this, but i really felt like it was time for a change, so i drew lots of inspiration from some of my favorite ocs and i love what i’ve come up with ! character info is under the cut and please feel free to message me if you would like to plot !

i. stats

𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢: jackson willard devin

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰: jack, spooky guy, the night watchman

𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔬𝔴𝔫: salem, massachusetts

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥: ocotber 31st, 1995

𝔷𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔠: scorpio

𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: demisexual

𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: host of the graveyard shift, a radio program airing every weeknight from 12am to 5am

𝔭𝔬𝔰. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: captivating, witty, resolute.

𝔫𝔢𝔤. 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰: impulsive, gauche, naive.

ii. history

jackson willard “jack” devin was born on halloween day ( yes, really ) in salem massachusetts ( yes, really ). his mother stayed home with him as he was growing up while his father is a boston cop turned sheriff of the county and he’s an only child.

outside of the popular tourist spots, his hometown has a very close - knit, stuck in the 80s vibe. it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everyone for their entire lives because no one ever leaves and no one new ever moves in. phone and internet signals are nearly impossible to come by, so the local arcade and the video store still have quite a booming business in the year 2020. jack grew up in a not - so - typical small town suburban gothic environment, his dad’s income being just enough for them to get by every month.

he was an energetic kid who cycled through all sorts of interests, trying out everything from little league ( disaster ) to music lessons ( not as much of a disaster, but he wound up getting bored of it ). nothing seemed to really stick until he got his first horror comic : a vintage issue of tales from the crypt with tattered, yellowing pages. he was five years old and paid five cents for it at an elderly neighbor’s yard sale and from that moment on he was hooked. it started with the comics, but he quickly expanded his horizons to movies, books, and television in the genre of horror.

he got intro drawing and that was the only thing besides his newfound interest in horror that he could sit still for. at first he would just try to re - draw the panels in his comic books, but soon he was drawing anything and everything that caught his interest and he was getting good. he was being homeschooled by his mother at the time, but once friends and family and, well, everyone took notice of his skill, they were encouraging his parents to nurture his talent.

his parents fought about it. his dad didn’t see the value in his skill and wanted him to instead focus on academics, aspiring towards his son one day becoming a lawyer or a businessman or even following in his footsteps. jack never wanted that for himself. he was homeschooled by his mom up until then and she believed in him. it was with her blessing that he would go to a real school for the first time at the age of fourteen, starting off his freshman year at a high school that was a thirty minute train ride away in boston and catered exclusively to youth who demonstrated an exceptional talent in some area of the fine arts.

jack did well in school, but his grades probably would have been a lot better still if he didn’t start purposely acting out as his relationship with his dad got worse and worse. he started skipping classes, getting caught trespassing in cemeteries at 2am, and smoking a lot of weed.

when it came time for college, jack planned to attend art school. he swears he did. he looked a few schools on the west coast to get away from his dad for a few years yikes and planned to apply, but on the deadline date he got so high that he forgot to submit his portfolios. yes, really.

he loaded up his van ( a turquiose monstrosity he painted to look like the mystery machine ) and headed out to california anyway after telling his parents that he would be attending UCLA. of course, they quickly found it that it was a lie and his dad was furious. the two got into a huge fight over the phone and things were said. the result is that jack and his father haven’t spoken to each other ever since.

he did lots of odd jobs while he was on the road and basically lived in his van, which didn’t change right away when he decided to settle in LA, but he eventually got a job fetching coffee for the late night employees at a local radio station.

it was the typical, cliché story : the regular late night host called out of work at the last minute, there was no one else around and they were going to be on air in ten seconds. jack was thrown in front of the microphone and told to think fast !

he did, and the listeners loved him for it. whether it was his ramblings about horror movies or his thick boston accent or his reckless use of swear words on live radio, he turned out to be a massive hit. the successful night earned him a gig as an occasional substitute deejay, and with each broadcast he grew more and more popular, and about two years ago he was finally given his own program.

the graveyard shift is a radio program that airs every weeknight from 12am - 5am in the los angeles area and on apps such as iheartradio. jack hosts the show as his ( thinly veiled ) alter ego the night watchmen and discusses topics such as the paranormal, conspiracy theories, and all things horror. it’s one of the most popular programs of the time slot in the country.

it’s something that he never expected or picturing himself doing, but now he can’t imagine doing anything else. he’s become really passionate about revitalizing the field and bringing radio into the 21st century. he signed a HUGE contract with the studio when his show first started and now he’s a quite well known radio personality in the area and across the country.

iii. extras

huge stoner. high as fuck 90% of the time, and the other 10% of the time he’s probably still high, just not as fuck.

well known for his on air antics. he’ll light a joint in the middle of his radio show, he’ll prank call a friend and broadcast it to the entire city, he’ll curse in every single sentence and skate by on the after hours excuse when he’s reprimanded for it. he’s so outlandish and bizarre and like nothing that’s ever been heard on the radio before, and it just draws people in.

he often seems shy in person, but it’s more like he’s just a little socially awkward, something which also shines through in occasional non - malicious but blunt remarks and general lack of regard for what people think of him. he really just...doesn’t care.

genuinely seems to believe it’s either halloween day and / or the year 1986 at any given moment as that’s about as recent as his pop culture references get. he’s never heard of the k*rdashians, he doesn’t know what the mcu is, and the phrase yeet means absolutely nothing to him. mention any of it to him and he’ll just stare blankly bc he honestly doesn’t have a clue.

HOWEVER, he did start the area 51 meme from last summer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

still draws. especially if he has to still for a stretch of time, then he’ll take out his latest sketchbook ( he goes through a lot of them ) and start doodling. he’s still quite good, mostly in his favored comic - esque style.

BIG CHAOTIC ENERGY and ZERO IMPULSE CONTROL

a chatterbox with friends but don’t be fooled...he’s been giving his own dad the silent treatment for almost seven ( 7 ) years now. it’s his preferred method of expressing anger towards someone because he isn’t really a fan of confrontation, but he’s maybe a liiiittle bit stubborn.

most of the time he’s a really easygoing person, a good friend and very loyal to the people he cares about. well - meaning, not the best at advice but he’s more likely to try and cheer a person up anyway.

he has a pet pied ball python named the crypt keeper ( tkc for short ) who he sometimes just carries with him because he likes to just chill wrapped around jack’s hand and arm.

iv. wanted connections

maternal or paternal cousins ( their grandparents probably live in boston or new england but otherwise anything goes for this )

close friends

friends

guests on his radio show

fans / haters of his radio show

people who don’t like him / find him annoying

exes ( 1 - 2, can be on good or bad terms )

“casually dating” but it might get real complicated soon - allie james

( these are just ideas and i’m trash at coming up with stuff, so please don’t feel limited by what’s listed here. )

#excess:intro #drugs tw #i decided that i needed something new but i just ''created'' this ''new character'' instead #countdown until i mess up his name has officially begun

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 5 years ago

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So let’s say you’re now in charge of creating a Spider-Man TV Series, as many seasons and episodes you want, as long as it remains genuinely faithful to the comics; Peter gets his powers when he’s 17, only Flash and Liz are with him in high school, ect, and ending it all with a Revelations like series finale. You’re allowed to streamline some things now that there’s the benefit of hindsight. You’re also allowed to be as faithful to the comics as possible. What do you create?

Lol I’ve been planning this for like 15 years. Currently I’d do this. 12 seasons 26 episodes each, and 3 movies.

I’d play it as a biography of Peter’s life from the day he became Spidey to the day he stopped, with a mind of making a version of the MC2 universe the canonical future for this version of Spidey. I’d set it in the 1960s as depicted by Ditko but have the technology and fashions change to broadly speaking reflect the time periods that Peter spent parts of his life in. In other words his high school episodes will be set in what looks like the 1960s, Gwen would die in what would look like the early 1970s and he’d get married in what would look like the late 1980s. But cultural references would be kept to a minimal. Effentivly it’d be set in a world where fashions and technology happened to occur way more quickly thanin the real life, so 1962-1998’s fashions and technologies all happened but across like 12 years.

Also I’d have Peter’s look change. He’d start out with the Coke bottle glasses and keep them throughout season 1, and he’d have a black and red costume, complete with a big blue spider on his back and web pits. The idea being this is a rookie spidey who’s awkward and not yet become the Spidey we perhaps recognize. He’d sell his glasses in the final episodes and get his costume wrecked in the finale, requiring him to make a new one, the classic Romita Senior outfit minus the web pits. He’d keep that until he got his black suit which would be modelled on Frenz’ take upon it. the cloth Black suit would have more of a McFarlane influence with huge eyes. MJ would make him a new red+blue costume before his first big showdown with Venom which would resemble the McFarlane/Bagley 90s look. Obviously Scarlet Spider’s look would be modelled on Bagley’s design, Spider-Ben on Romita Jr’s and his final outfit would be modelled on Romita Jr’s too. And Sal Buscema’s take would be the outfit worn by Flash when he pretends to be Spider-Man.

Movie 1: Amazing Fantasy: The Birth of Spider-Man: The origin, MAYBE rounded off with ASM #1’s plot.

Season 1: Basically everything up to when he graduated with every issue serving as an episode. I’d omit guest appearances like the F4, the Torch, DD, the Circus of Crime. I’d supplant the ASM #5’s plot with one about Jason Macendale armed with tech abducting Flash when he’s dressed as Spidey. He’d be a stand in for the Headman from Untold Tales and the episode would end with his mysterious boss speaking to Spidey remotely through a camera. This would of course be the Goblin who I’d have debut in what was his second appearance hijacking the Spidey fan club. I’d have Doc Ock unmasking Spidey end that episode and have most of it dedicated to Betty Brant’s origin told in flashbacks as she’s abducted. I’d do Spider-Man No More here, combining it with ASM #18’s plot line as it’d redundant to have him quit in big ways twice. So one episode would be ASM #18’s plot with bits of ASM #50 mixed in, ending with him throwing away his suit. Then the next episode would be about his Spidey free life before he triumphantly returns. The Molten man episodie would end with Aunt May collapsing rather than Spidey graduating.

This would lead directly into the MP Trilogy’s main storyline but to spice things up the Master Planner would hire some of Spider-Man’s villains as extra obstacles in his way, thus we’d adapt the original Sinister Six story too. The last episode would end with Peter graduating and then sitting alone to make a new suit. Also Betty would leave town.

Season 2: It’d kick off with a recovered Peter starting college and someone hiring Kraven to go after Spidey like in ASM #34. The key difference here being that Kraven dons Spider-man’s old costume and when Spidey finally shows up to deal with him he’s sporting his new red and blue Romita Sr threads. Then we’d get the Robot Master stuff, the first Rhino story and a few other stories before around episode 6 or 7 getting to the Goblin unmasking Spider-Man and revealing himself as Norman. I’d have Norman seriously injured to the point where Spider-Man has to save him or else he’d die. He’d sweat about Norman knowing the truth like in Spider-Man: Blue before finding out Norman has amnesia and that most people don’t recover their memories. Seeing how happy Harry is, he decided to let it go and give Norman a chance. The rest of the season is basically adapting the big Romita era stories (sans Spider-Man No More of course), with an emphasis on Kingpin and fewer Doc Ock stories. POSSIBLY I might do Doc Ock’s origin from Unlimited #3 here, I dunno. It’d either be here or next season though. The season would wrap up with George Stacy’s death and with Gwen leaving.

Also I’d foreshadow a little that Norman has a healing factor via his speedy recovery.

Also, also, rather than space spores creating Colonel Jupiter, I’d have it be the Moon Gem that actually turned him into man-Wolf. It’d be an artefact he’d bring back from the moon and it’d increase his strength and affect his mind so that he’d desire to have the gem for some unknown reason (we’ll find out later).

Season 3: This would be half a team up season, introducing characters from the Marvel Universe who’re relevant to Spider-Girls’ stories, so the F4, Daredevil, Ghost Rider, Doctor Strange, Spider Woman, Arana, Julia Carpenter, the Avengers, the X-Men, etc. It’d begin with Peter heading to London to find Gwen and inadvertently winding up in a team up, I’ve not figured out with whom yet (maybe Ice Man and Firestar for funsies, MAYBE Excalibur so we’d get Spider Phoenix????), anyway it’d adapt ASM #95 in any case. Then we’d go to the drug trilogy but I’ve not yet decided how to handle this. On the one hand it’s iconic. On the other it’s questionable by modern standards to have Peter see Norman remember the truth and then just let him go on, hoping he doesn’t remember. Maybe you could play it as him being worried that turning Norman in could trigger his memory, I dunno. I feel you could swap out the action part of the story with something else, provided you kept all the Harry drug stuff the same, and maybe had the story be about Norman STARTING to remember and unravel. When peter goes to him for a job though he’d catch a glimpse of a weird painting, depicting the Scriers and Norman would give a little background on their alleged history.

I’d also have the Six Arm Saga and debut of Morbius happen here, but link it in with some illegal genetic experiments someone within ESU is doing on the side for the mob. These experiments would lead to the creation of Vermin who owns Spidey’s ass until he’s saved by someone at the end of the episode. After Vermin beats a retreat, that someone helps Spidey up and it’s Captain America! Cue an ep of Spidey and Cap on the helicarrier with Chameleon using Artificial Life similicra to infiltrate it. Cap is abducted at the end of this episode and the Avengers show up accusing Spider-Man of it. Cue the next 2 episodes where Spider-Man teams up with the Avengers to take on the Hulk in Canada and Seth, the Serpent God of Death. This would then lead into the final 2 episodes which I’ll get to in a moment.

Also in this season I’d have a two part team up with Spidey and Spider Woman. Madame Web would summon them and reveal she is a member of the Spider Clan. Her granddaughter Anya Corazon, has been abducted by the Tarantula clan and Peter and Jess need to rescue her. This would allow Spidey to meet Madame Web, Jessica Drew and Anya of course and foreshadow the Black Tarantula. The Tarantula Clan’s outfits would resemble Julia Carpenter’s Spider Woman and Arachne outfits. This would lead to a ‘filler’ ep about Spider-Man fixing his suit and daydreaming about other costumes and powers he could have. This would be an excuse to pay homage to the Spider Armour, Captain Universe and a few other classic outfits for Spider-Man. the episode would end with him tossing away a doodle of the black costume inspired by his previous adventure. Later we’d get Nothing Can Stop the Juggernaut but the story would end with the X-Men showing up. The episode after that would be a Spidey/X-Men team up but Mastermind would mind control them into fighting, thus we’d get Spider-Man vs. the X-Men like Secret Wars #3

The final 2 eps would be the Death of Gwen Stacy. I’d keep this pretty much the same but with the exception of having Gwen awake and trying to escape. The moments just before she’s knocked off the bridge Peter would try to earn her trust by starting to unmask.

Season 4: It’d kick off with the Jackal hiring Punisher to take out Spider-Man. Apart from that it’d be basically ASM #123-149, all about Peter grieving Gwen, falling in love with MJ, etc. I would cut some of the dumber stuff out though and condense some multi-parters into single stories. I’d whack in some team ups for good measure too as MTU was around at this time. One major change I’d make is that I’d have Man-Wolf show up as a result of similar experiments that created Vermin and ditch the moon gem stuff. However, Man-Wolf would eventually go after the Moon gem but it’s energies would in fact revert him to normal. The clprit behind Man-wolf and Vermin would be revealed as Miles Warren.

One smaller change I’d make would be to omit ASM #150. It’s a great issue but it’s not a great season finale like ASM #149 would be. BUT I’d keep the MJ scene from it by simply moving it to the events of ASM #149. The idea is that when the bomb hits zero, everything fades to white, Peter would wake up amidst debris, when Gwen asks how he knows he’s the real one, he’d respond that ‘he just knows’. Later as he’d be approaching his apartment we’d get a flashback revealing that he was thinking of MJ as the bomb hit zero and so he couldn’t be the clone. Cue him finding MJ in the apartment, end season.

Season 5: Basically the Len Wein run with a dash of Marv Wolfman. It’d wrap up with a combination of 3 Wolfman era stories. MJ proposing to MJ, Spidey vs. the Burglar from ASM #200 and finally Peter graduating. A major change would be that MJ would literally leave town immediately after rejecting Peter, and it’d be a break up not just a rejection. But we the audience would see a private moment with MJ where we can tell she wasn’t nearly as casual about it as she let on.

Movie 2: Mayhem in Manhattan: Mid way through the season I’d adapt this Spider-Man novel into another animated film.

Season 6: It’d kick off with Spider-Man meeting Black Cat. The season really would be about Peter dating different people casually and more seriously. Deb Whitman, Cissy Ironwood, etc. He’s work for the Daily Globe and start Grad school. The season finale would be the Owl/Octopus War ending with Felicia seriously injured and Peter ripping out Otto’s arms as a result. The season would end with Spider-Man and Black Cat now an item. But I’d omit the events of Spec #77-79. Also at the Daily Globe Peter would meet and work with Eddie Brock.

Season 7: It’d start with the debut of the Hobgoblin, cover Felcia’s recovery, gaining new powers (from other people continuing Warren’s experiments with animal DNA), MJ’s return, Peter dropping out of Grad school, MJ’s big reveal and origin, and culminate in Peter and Black Cat breaking up and Kingpin leaving NYC. The Kingpin battle would be taken from Wolfman’s run moreso than Spec #100 because that’s just a better fight.

Of course the Alien Costume Saga would happen. I’d keep the canon stuff but add in the elements of it corrupting him, with the extra spice of Felicia actually preferring this darker Spider-Man.

Peter would get the costume differently though. Instead of Secret Wars, criminals would try and obtain the Moon Gem, which was being hosted as ESU. The fight would culminate in a Kinglsey clothing factory and as a last resort Spidy would smash the gem by throwing it into one of the machines in the factory.

Licking his wounds afterwards he’d be leaning against the conveyer belt when a tiny black ball would emerge from the shards of the Moon Gem, enlarge and when Spidey noticed it we’d recreate Secret Wars #8.

BTW, to give readers clues to the Hobgoblin’s identity I’d have him record a voice journal but with a voice changer so we get his inner thoughts sorta.

Also Jason Macendale would show back up but not as jack O’lantern.

Season 8: It’d start with ASM #260-261, the Rose/Hobgoblin story where they abduct a pregnant Liz Allan. The season would omit a lot of irrelevant stuff like the golden notebook subplot, the Beyonder, etc. But it’d keep stuff like Crusher Hogan, When Commeth the Commuter, Web #13 and other classic stories. The three central subplots of this season would be the Ned/Flash/Betty love triangle, Peter and MJ’s ‘will they won’t they’ romance and the Hobgoblin mystery. However instead of Lance Bannon, Eddie Brock would be one of the suspects. Brock would be threatened directly by Spider-Man when he starts writing Sin Eater articles and that’s just about the only thing I’d change from the Death of Jean DeWolff storyline. Most of the real important stuff from this era (sans Doc Ocks mental breakdown) I’d keep the same with the exception of not making Jason Macendale the new Hobgoblin. After Peter and Felicia break up I’d have Betty go all Cult of Love from later in the comics before the finale being yet another way later story: Hobgoblin Lives. It’s just more logical to wrap up the Hobgoblin mystery here rather than end it badly and wait years to fix it.

Season 9: This is kind of the least accurate season but hear me out. Okay so we start off with Peter proposing to MJ, her rejecting him, then her agreeing, just like in the comics. BUT...we don’t have them then get married. Something as huge as your protagonist’s wedding should be the first or final episode of a season, not episode 3 or 4 or even the mid-season finale. So I’d grab a load of post-wedding stories and tweak them to be about Peter and MJ as an engaged couple. The stories would be selected to somehow tie-in with their relationship. The idea is to have the couple gradually develop doubts. So we’d have Jonathan Caesar. We’d have the Drunk Spider-Man issue but with Jason Macendale now the Demogoblin (it’s just a costume no demonic stuff) instead of the Hobgoblin. MAYBE we’d even have a heavily rewritten Jason Jerome subplot. We’d have Felicia turning back up to stir up trouble as she did in the 1990s. You get the picture. Because the finale is the wedding, which is obviously light on action, the episodes before the wedding I’d finally do Venom. Venom is great at generating dynamic action set pieces so he’d kind of compensate for no action in the actual finale. Venom is also an ideal choice because this whole season is about a romantic relationship, and Venom is in a sense an ‘unholy union’ between two entities. We’d draw upon the fact that Brock’s wife left him and ASM #300’s climax happening in a church bell tower is just too perfect for the wedding theme of this season. One element I’d throw in though would be for Spidey to have his ass handed to him by Venom once only to get away. MJ makes Spidey a new red and blue costume. The idea being that in wearing Venom’s colours the colours Felicia preferred him in, the colours that don’t represent his true self, he won’t win against this dark version of himself. But the red+blues are Mj’s preferred suit, MJ’s colours and reflective of who he really is.

The season finale would be the wedding but split over 2 episodes. The first ep would end with Peter going to see Felicia the night before his wedding and MJ going off with Bruce (or maybe Jason Jerome).

The actual final episode would be them vocing their doubts and insecurities to Felicia and Jason/Bruce and through talking with them, and reflecting on the events of the season and their lives in general they realise they’re just getting jitters. If they weren’t going to go through with this they would’ve walked away a long time ago. In fact their hardships this season prove they can handle it and make it work. So they get married but in typical Parker luck fashion their ride gets caught in traffic en route to the honey moon, so they gotta web swing their way there into the sunset.

Movie 3: Fearful Symmetry: Kraven’s Last Hunt: I briefly considered making this the opening of the next season, the season finale of the last season or the mid-season finale of the last season but it just didn’t work. It’s too iconic to change up like that it HAS to happen shortly after the wedding. Making it a movie would help sell the fact that for the first time ever we’re suddenly hearing Kraven and Vermin’s inner thoughts which would be weird to happen randomly in the middle of a season. A movie though can sort of be it’s own thing.

I wouldn’t change anything beyond adding a kind of prologue chronicling Kraven’s history up until now, who Vermin is, Peter and MJ’s marriage, Ned’s death, just some stuff that’s a small story unto itself and can allow the movie to stand on it’s own a bit more.

Season 10: Basically this is the Harry Osborn Saga from DeMatteis’ run. I’d cut down on the Vermin stuff. Maybe I’d cut out Peter’s parents from Child Within. I dunno because I would totally do a rewritten Robot Parents story arc in this season because I think that story could be compelling if done properly. I’d just have it happen BEFORE Harry dies, which naturally would be the season finale. Also in this season we’d introduce Carnage, Tombstone, the Joe Robertson/Tombstone subplot and the Return of the Sinister Six. One thing I’d add into the latter story would be the character of Carolyn Trainer who’s quite taken with Doc Ock. Spidey and Ock would have a huge showdown adapting their battle from Spec #79 since that’s probably the best Spidey/Ock fight ever. I might also do an adaptation of Soul of the Hunter and/or Torment, both because it’s a famous Lizard story and because it’d set up Kraven’s death withint he context of the show and thus give Chameleon motivation for the Robot Parents stuff.

Season 11: A heavily abridged and rewritten version of...the Clone Saga!

I’ve actually plotted this episode by episode. The gist is Aunt May has a stroke, Ben shows up, we introduce Carrion who busts out Carnage in exchange for some of his symbiote. Spidey fights Carnage but when they’re both affected by a poison Carrion tests out, Ben steps in to help. Venom also escapes, leading to Ben becoming Scarlet Spider. Peter is dying of the poison leading into the Web of Death story where Doc Ock cures him and Kaine then kills Otto. Web of Death could’ve been the ultimate end for Doc Ock so in a show that’s finite it makes sense to end him with that.

Anyway, Peter learns MJ is pregnant, he and Ben reunite with the Jackal, Carrion and the Gwen clone. They learn Carrion is a clone of Warren and was in fact the Warren from Shea stadium, he’s got telepathic powers and is using them to keep Gwen’s clone (Joyce Delany) under Warren’s control. Warren sows doubt as to who the real guy is.

Aunt May dies, Peter goes to jail, a third Peter Parker shows up. But instead of being Spidercide I’d make him a human/symbiote hybrid, and he’d be this show’s version of Toxin.

Peter becomes Scarlet Spider to clear his own name, learns who Kaine is, finds out he’s a clone, DOESN’T hit MJ but he does run away distraught, etc.

I’d have Maximum Clonage happen but very, very differently. No army of spider clones, no Punisher, no nonsense like that. Warren is going to unleash his virus but wants to keep MJ safe as her baby could be interesting to study. So he abducts her and gives inoculations to the virus to everyone. MJ refuses so he asks Gwen to do it as she’s MJ’s friend. Gwen’s clone is kind of not all there due to the mind control so when MJ breaks her own dose of the inoculation, Gwen simply administers her dose to MJ. Ben shows up to save MJ and knocks out Carrion. Carrion as it turns out was keeping Toxin under control so he freaks out, grabs MJ and Gwen, asks Ben to choose between them and tosses them both off the roof, but then he pins Ben so he can’t save either. Peter shows up to save MJ, Warren instinctively jumps after Gwen to save her but out of nowhere, a new Green Goblin shows up to save her and Warren dies. The Goblin, Kaine, Ben and Peter fight Toxin who’s gonna be losing until he bonds with Carrion and is now too much for everyone else. Gwen meanwhile would be trying to defuse the device that’d be administering the virus, but starting to degenerate due to the stress.

Her last ditch effort would be to implore Carrion/Toxin to save them all. He’s a clone of Peter and Miles Warren so he loves her and since she’s not inoculated she’s gonna die. Carrion/Toxin smother the virus and absorb the poison into themselves, dying.

Kaine takes Gwen’s clone away as he understands the pain of degeneration and Peter retires, making Ben the new Spider-Man.

The second half of the season is a condensed Spider-Ben era but with Lady Ock, Spider-Carnage, Green Goblin V and Blood Brothers as the central storylines. We’d do some flashbacks to Lost Years and wrap up with Revelations. As a final little change I’d have Peter’s new Spider-Man costume be one created by Ben before he decided to make his own one.

Season 12: Basically the post-Clone Saga era. This final season would be wrapping stuff up, giving a lot of characters their swan songs, but the focus would be on Peter and Norman’s rivalry, Norman owning the Bugle, etc.

We’d introduce Black Tarantula, have a final gang war storyline in which Kaine is hired as a mercenary, Daredevil and Richard Fisk would die, and Kingpin would finally go to jail for good.

I’d also sort of adapt the Revenge of the Green Goblin storyline. I’d have Mysterio on Norman’s orders create a ‘dream’ for Peter Parker where he imagines MJ dies in a plane crash and everything goes wrong, Norman would torment him and try and tempt him into becoming his son and heir. Peter resists and escapes the nightmare.

The season/show would wrap up with Peter reclaiming baby May and a final showdown with the Green Goblin. Norman would be rocking his Marvel Knights armour and be juiced up with Phil Urich’s strength enhancing Goblin mask. Also Phil Urich will have been black mailed into becoming the Goblin on Norman’s behalf so he could clear his own name.

I’ll spare you the details, but essentially Norman’s plan involves murdering billions of people, taking control of the world and potentially endangering the life of baby May. He’s ultimately killed when his identity is revealed to the press, his glider decapitates him and triggers a gagillion explosions. Said explosions would wreck the Bugle leading to Spidey lifting it up like in the Final Chapter. Before he died though, Norman would try to beat Spidey by administering an antidote to his powers that he would’ve tested on Scorpion. He’d not give Peter the full dose though.

When all is said and done, Peter’s got an injured leg (but he’s not lost either of them) and his spider powers are gone, maybe forever, so he retires to be a family man.

This then leads into Spider-Girl where we learn over time he regained some of his old powers but they amount to allowing him to crawl on walls, have a vague reading from his spider sense and render him fit for his age. His leg injury still plays up though. Basically he’s got power but not so much that it’d be reasonable for him to go back to heroism.

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