#unwelcome comic

[a-hobit]

Back again! Unwelcome pgs 8-10.

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DISCLAIMER UNDER CUT:

The whole reason I wanted to do this comic in the first place was to explore how PTSD can effect a person much more outwardly aggressive than I feel like it’s portrayed typically. That muscle memory however removed from your situation it is can force you to do and say things that may have protected you in the past but now may hurt the people around you. Hunter taking an argument from spoken to physical is not the right way to handle this situation. I am not endorsing this behavior or telling you that you are allowed to express yourself in a similar way. If you are struggling with this type of overreactive PTSD I recommend that you might see a therapist to work through those issues the way that Hunter has not yet in this comic.

While many of you have been excited to see the climax where Hunter would “take Boscha down a peg” and it is cathartic in a way to see someone who has hurt someone else be punished I hope you know that violence is not the answer if it in any way can be avoided. Please do not physically harm anyone who has not physically harmed or threatened you.

[frownyalfred]

hello. I’m going to say it because apparently a lot of DC creators on TikTok won’t.

You’re a valid fan even if you don’t read the comics. 100%.

And you don’t owe anyone an explanation on what you choose and don’t choose to read from canon/fanon.

[ink-the-artist]

why even engage with a terf, even jokingly, sarcastically, or to dunk on them? its just giving them a reaction and attention, thats all they want. i would say to block and report but reporting wont do shit, but still, why not just block and move on?

cuz its funny

[wallylinda]

i don’t think that it’s possible to separate the christian themes of the spectre (2001) from its narrative. ultimately, this is a comic that means to combat the idea that the human spirit needs to undergo punishment in order to deserve salvation, and so it targets the religion which most often preaches that message. however, i think that it is extremely telling that the narrator of the comic is a jewish man whose goal within the series is to reject god’s wrath in favor of god’s redemption. so while this is a comic that is inherently christain, it is also a comic that strongly resonates with judaism because it spends so much of its time sympathizing with hal and his faith. and like viewing it from this perspective has made the series so much more enjoyable for me because the narrative is no longer in conversation with itself about religious dogma, but is instead engaging with the differing belief systems its main character has in comparison to its world.

[void-creechur]

An unwelcome guest au..

similar to the Handyman au, Bill has been sent to live with the Pines family, powerless and at the mercy of his enemies. Honestly though, he’s better off with them than he was at the theraprism. You see in this AU, Bill actually changed. much to the axolotl’s dismay however, it was for the worse. (Insert story here that I’m not spoiling yet hehe) this ofc left the Pines family baffled, the difference in behavior was very much noticeable. He’s more nervous and kind of jumpy even…

But that’s it for now, maybe I’ll make more of this who knows🤷‍♀️

(also, he was chucked full speed maximum down to earth at the start of summer, everyone was already there)

[about-faces]

All the Harvey Dent scenes from Batman: City of Madness #1 (October 2023) by Christian Ward

[agent-8449]

filament. for aught

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[pinkbelugacollective]

me when a truly unremarkable creature undergoes the horrific process that is deification (see: phos from houseki no kuni, meloni thawne and don allen’s son bart allen, maya from unwelcome (2023))

[age-of-moonknight]

“An Unquiet Grave,” Moon Knight: City of the Dead (Vol. 1/2023), #4.

Writer: David Pepose; Penciler: Marcelo Ferreira; Inker: Jay Leisten; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[cartoonrival]

i just gathered the courage to walk by myself to the comic book store then gathered the courage again to crouch right next to the tables where a bunch of people were playing magic the gathering so i could look through the sonic issues (i look like a 14 year old girl) and they didn’t even have any issues of archie AND they didn’t even have any GOOD issues of idw

[a-hobit]

3/4 pages of “Unwelcome”!

(Special Thanks to @grimrosearts for editing! You’ve been so helpful😭💖)

[frostbite-the-bat]

i am this close to changing my pfp bc new blorbobrainrot but alsO GARY I CANT BETRAY YOU LIKE THIS. AND I CANT PUT SPAMTON GLASSES ON THIS CHARACTER EASILY!

FUCK MAN ! FUCK MAN ! FUCK MAN !

i. need to stop making liking certain charactery my personality bc i know if its not undertale/deltarune the hyperfixation will be its strongest for only 2/3 months before i get attached to something else. which i forgot abt bc i was hyperfixated on deltarune only for a whole year. still am but its been letting other things into the main frame more.

FUCK MAN ! FUCK MAN! FUCK MAN ! FUCK MAN ! FUCK MAN! FUCK MAN! FU-

[angstandhappiness]

ADORABLE

an anon requested a lil interaction between big and tails!

[evilhorse]

There was a time you would have welcomed Nexus to these halls.

(Nexus #67)

[steelsartcorner]

BG3 Comic: An Unwelcome Surprise

(Be forewarned: Dark Urge Act 3 Spoilers. Post is tagged. Click “read more” for the full comic.)

I always find myself wondering about the side conversations that must happen between the other characters while your PC is busy talking to the plot point givers.

[mariasont]

can you do aaron x wife reader who also works in the bau with him & on a case a police officer openly flirts with aaron in front of the team and reader so she stakes her claim on her husband && the team ( mostly derek & pen ) are teasing the two of them for it ??

Marked Territory - A.H

A/N: AHHHHH thinking ab claiming aaron hotchner as ur man has me giggling & kicking me feet

THANK you sooooo much for requesting angel <3 hope you like it!

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wk: 1.2k

pairings: aaron hotchner x wife!bau!fem!reader

warnings: heavy makeout, jealously

You stood a few feet away with a watchful gaze, arms locked across your chest. The consultant was laying it on thick, her eyelashes sweeping up and down in a practiced rhythm aimed at Aaron. It made you want to throw up. You couldn't help but let out a soft, almost inaudible scoff. The consultant's laughter pierced the quiet, an exaggerated display that felt out of place. Her hand rested on Aaron's arm a moment too long. Your glare could have set the room on fire, you were sure of it, and it only seemed to intensify when Aaron offered a polite, yet distant smile in return.

"Careful there, sugar," Derek joked, sliding into place beside you as he nudged your side. "You're about two seconds from turning this into a crime scene."

You offered a half-glance towards him, "I suppose I can't fault her taste," you said with a forced lightness, even as a twinge of jealously coiled tightly within you, your attention fixed on the hand that dared to claim familiarity with Aaron. "But good taste doesn't come with good sense, apparently."

Penelope swept in with a gasp that could rival a Greek chorus, her eyes wide with a feigned shock. "Wow, I could practically taste your fury from down the hall! Mrs. Hotchner, are we in strategy mode, or should I grab some popcorn?"

You rolled your eyes with a dismissive wave. "You two are ridiculous. What do you expect me to do? Drag her by her hair? Please, I trust Aaron," you stated firmly, because, well, you did. This, however, didn't stop the tiny spark of irritation that flickered within, unbidden and unwelcome, but you squashed it with a laugh. "Besides, if I started a catfight every time someone flirted with him, I'd need my own filing cabinet for all the assault charges."

A glance was all it took for Garcia and Morgan to share their amusement. "Sure, sure," Garcia drawled, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

Morgan's eyebrow arched in silent agreement as he smiled knowingly. "Of course, you're calm. But we both know if that bubble of anger pops, it's going to be one hell of a show."

You tried to ignore it; you really did. You buried your nose in your work, determined to keep your mind off that infuriating woman. You shuffled papers, dove into your case files, and tapped away at your computer with a vigor that doesn't go unnoticed by the team. Every time you caught a glimpse of Aaron, there she was--the consultant--hovering like a shadow. It's almost comical how she mirrored his every move, but you were not laughing.

You found reasons to be anywhere but where Aaron was, taking your coffee break when he's in the break room, opting for the stairs when he took the elevator. It's a dance of avoidance that has you mentally exhausted, but you're trying to channel your inner zen, and being around that woman is doing you no favors.

The office air is thick with tension, a tangible presence that envelops your desk, your focus splintering with every laugh and hushed conversation that drifts over from Aaron's direction. You're the very image of concentration until you see it--the consultant, her proximity invasive, her hand lingering on his shoulder with a familiarity that sears through your veneer of calm. It's the tripping point, the moment your restraint fractures.

You stand, a fluid motion that betrays her anger that charged the room with an energy that has the whole team's attention snapping to you. They recognize the signs--the firm line of your jaw, the fire in your eyes--a rare display that signals an unstoppable force is about to be set in motion.

"Hotch," the name is a clear, firm declaration across the room, a tone you usually reserved for the field. "Can I speak to you for a second?"

The room falls still, a collective breath held by the team as Aaron excuses himself and follows you into his office. The door closes behind them with a soft click, leaving just the two of you. His gaze meets yours, a furrow of worry creasing his brow as he takes in the tempest swirling in your stance.

"Honey, are you alright?" he asks, the professional facade giving way to a soft undertone of worry, as he takes a deliberate step towards you, his eyes searching yours for signs of distress.

With a swift assurance of privacy, your eyes lock on the drawn blinds, and you waste no time diminishing the space between you, hands clasping up to his neck with an urgency that pulls him down to you. Your lips found his in a fervent collision, coaxing a surprised murmur from him. He softly pulled back, his chuckle deep and knowing, as his hands encircled your waist. 

"Honey--I, we're in the office."

His words may have carried a hint of reprimand, but the gentle exploration of his hands across your back drawing you nearer seemed to contradict him. An innocent smile graced your lips as your fingers wove through his hair, eliciting his head tilting back in contentment. "Just missed you is all."

An eyebrow lifted in amused acknowledgement. "Mm, is that so?"

Gently tugging his head closer, your lips crashed against his with a desperate intensity, your hands gripping him as if he were a lifeline.

With deliberate strokes, you raked your fingers through his hair, creating artful disarray. Your hands glided to his tie, tugging it just enough to break the perfect line, then across his jacket, crumpling the fabric with feigned carelessness. Each touch a strategic step in enhancing his unkempt image.

A gentle exhale escaped you as he pressed you back against the desk's edge, his hands forming a cage around you, both protective and possessive.  Your lips curved into a smirk, your teeth capturing his bottom lip and tugging with a teasing pressure, probably a little harder than you should have, causing him to pull back. "Christ, sweetheart."

Instinctively, your hand rose to trace his bottom lip, smoothing over the swollenness your teeth had caused. A soft smile graced your features as you took in the delightful disarray of his appearance. With a satisfied nod, you left a featherlight kiss on his cheek and glided towards the door. "I love you, Mr. Hotchner."

His eyebrows knit together in loving exasperation as he observed your retreat, his hand absentmindedly caressing his lip. God, you kept life interesting. "I love you more, Mrs. Hotchner."

Emerging from Hotch's office, your hair perfectly disordered, a small smirk etched on your lips. You watch as the consultant's eyes stretch wide, a flush of embarrassment covering her cheeks. With a sly wink tossed her way, you glide towards Penelope and Morgan.

"Well, well, well," Morgan drawled, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched the scene unfold, arms folded confidently over his chest. "I had a feeling those claws were just waiting for the right moment to strike."

"That's our girl! Showing the world whose boss without breaking a sweat." Penelope chirped. "Well, I mean, maybe a little sweat. I'm seriously striving not to speculate about what you two were doing in there."

A playful smirk dances on your lips as you peer over your shoulder at Hotch's door. "Just wait for it," you tease, fingers poised for the dramatic reveal as you count down. "3, 2, 1.."

Right on cue, Hotch steps out, looking every bit as ruffled as you'd intended. His tie hangs crooked, his suit crumpled, and you didn't miss the dark red tint around his bottom lip. The sound of Morgan and Penelope's laughter filled the air as you offered a nonchalant shrug. 

"It's all in the day's work, besties. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do."