#with art of some of the characters and everything

[xielalexarte]

HEck yeah it's my field baby (nerd talk coming thru) just adding my 2cents as well

GenerativeAI is generation of a pattern that is found from the tons of images that were used to train it. It's not inherently bad, I think we need to specify that GenAI is NOT a bad tech, it's how some people use it for and source their datasets that's ruining the human art space.

For one, the image databases were likely taken from scraping publicly available art posts with certain criteria, let's say for example, anything tagged with "sketch" in its metadata. These images were likely taken to create a Train set WITHOUT asking for permission from each artist whose artworks were scraped. That's one ethical issue.

Another ethical issue with GenAI is its usage. People (non-artists usually) use these GenAI models to deliberately sell the generated images for profit for very low prices which in turn ruins the art market for everyone. This also makes the non-artist people to undervalue art, turning more to generated images for cheaper and faster pictures to use for whatever projects they have. However a good side coming out from this is that nowadays, anything that has obvious genAI image plastered on it looks just as cheap and unreliable. Really, it's the real time voice changer and face-swaps that we have to worry about more. They are being used to fool the elderly, and need laws to mitigate these problems FAST.

In the end I'm just frustrated over some people not knowing the smaller details aside from "AI Bad", in fact it's just these GenAI models that were specifically made to harm the art community that is bad.

Also analytics AI is just data modelling in a nutshell, you can do it, very easy! The hard part is to create the datasets and clean them to remove biases... and also not everything is ethically sourced as well, it has its own problems. Just like falsification of records, and some data are very old, that the numbers don't apply anymore due to the difference in statuses of things right now that might not have existed back them.

I'd like to add as well Weird AI is like those character AIs you can "date" while in character lmaoooo it gets so unhinged sometimes but genuinely, might create parasocial relationship issues for users who can't separate reality from not (I'm talking those children who use it regularly like they're real friends in my feed, it's a little worrying)

when talking about AI remember the different versions:

Analytical AI, is the one that can detect cancer and save lives

Generative AI is the one that steals art to make it worse, and gives you a wrong answer every time you google something

Weird Al is the one who got his ponysona to canonically have children with a pony from my little pony

[sakur4ii]

When the Heart Stops

Batfamily x GN! Immortal!Reader

⚠️ Warning: Graphic violence and physical torture, Child abuse and human experimentation, Gun violence and use of weapons,Abduction / kidnapping, Psychological trauma and PTSD,Temporary death of main character,Depictions of severe physical pain,Parental drug addiction (mentioned),Feelings of anxiety, guilt, and emotional distress

Batman was your first savior.

You vividly remember your childhood in the laboratory, the smells, the sounds, the sensations… You can’t remember faces, they made sure of that, and even less could you remember your mother — is she even still alive?

Every night you have nightmares, or rather memories from the past. Your brain forced you to relive again and again the hell you went through, forced you to remember the pain you felt — you just wanted it to stop.

You were a lab rat for most of your childhood, all to prove that you are, in fact, impossible to kill.

You remember every test, every shot to the head, every knife to the throat, every decapitation, even every attempt at suffocation and drowning, only for your heart to start beating again after a couple of hours and pray that the next test actually fails and ends your suffering. You were just a kid, an immortal one, but you could still feel pain.

The unbearable pain of the bullet destroying your brain, of the oxygen leaving your lungs, of the blade slicing your throat...

But one day, everything changed.

The moment they didn’t come for you at mealtime, you knew something was wrong. An alarm echoed throughout the building, a flashing red light flooded your room. Terrified, you sat in a corner, hugging your knees to your chest and your hands to your ears to muffle the unbearable sound.

It was when a new light entered the room that you looked up. The door was open, and in it stood a terrifying figure — you couldn’t see it clearly. He cautiously approached you, and when you could see him clearly, hope flooded you.

You had heard the scientists talk about a man dressed as a bat — some said he was Gotham’s hero, others said he was just a nuisance. But what you were sure of in that moment, was that he was going to get you out of that horrible place.

The rest is blurry. He carried you in his arms, took you to the police station, the officers tried to contact some family...

Bruce Wayne was your second savior.

Since you had become a homeless orphan at 11 years old, you started sneaking out of the orphanage often, testing the art of stealing, trying to live your life.

While you were trying to steal from a man who looked rich without him noticing (what idiot comes to the poorest neighborhoods in Gotham practically screaming to the world that he’s a billionaire just by the way he dresses?), this man caught you red-handed.

You wanted to run, but he grabbed you by the hood of your sweatshirt.

He was kind to you, told you that he had actually been looking for you, that he wanted to adopt you — his honesty surprised you.

Bruce Wayne took you off the streets, gave you a better home than the orphanage, a bed, food, and most importantly, a family.

You had never experienced what it was like to have a family, you remember very little of your parents, but from what you heard when you were rescued, both died of overdoses in different years from different substances.

Dick was the first to welcome you with open arms — he was kind, understanding… he was excited to have a little sister, in his own words.

Tim was also excited to have someone close to his age in the mansion — sometimes it felt very lonely, and he quickly got you into video games.

A year later you met Damian, and shortly after you also met Jason — surprisingly, you got along well with them.

Now the thing is, you’re currently 16 years old. None of them knows the reason you were locked up in a lab, and they didn’t want to insist, and you were thankful for that.

You were just a normal teenager (except for being immortal), with a (billionaire) normal family… until it stopped being that way, because it turns out they were vigilantes, and your two saviors turned out to be the same person.

It was shocking at first, but nothing some of Alfred’s homemade cookies couldn’t fix (and a couple of explanations).

So now you were closer to your family than ever.

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The rattling of water sounds distant, the burning in your wrists is uncomfortable. You hear muffled voices behind the door. You feel nervous.

You’ll be okay, you know that, but the anxiety is still there, because you know that if anything happens to your family trying to save you, you’ll never forgive yourself.

You’re kidnapped, in a room full of boxes, with a skylight letting the moonlight in.

Your kidnappers won’t stop talking about how this is a trap to kill Batman, and that makes you more anxious because they think you can’t hear them.

When they come back into the room, no one talks, waiting for something to happen, for someone to show up.

Your foot starts bouncing unconsciously — you knew they must already be here, that in a matter of seconds they’ll come in through the only window, or maybe through the door for a bigger surprise factor.

The sound of shattering glass cuts through the silence, and Robin lands in a way that places him between you and the kidnappers. Batman isn’t far behind, breaking through the door, and soon a completely one-sided fight begins — you even wonder why you were so worried.

Once the criminals are knocked out, Robin cuts your bindings. You stand up rubbing your wrists and wincing in pain at how red and itchy they are.

—Are you okay?— Batman asks.

You nod with a smile in response, and you can see the tension in both their shoulders ease.

You’re about to leave, but you catch something moving out of the corner of your eye. You turn and see one of the kidnappers grabbing a gun and aiming at Damian.

—NO!— You scream, placing yourself between Damian and the kidnapper, taking the painful bullet to the heart.

You hit the floor with a hollow thud. Damian runs to your body with fear in his eyes, and Bruce makes sure to knock the kidnapper out before rushing to you.

—Y/N… you’re going to be okay, I promise.— Bruce says, almost on the verge of tears.

You can’t help but cry — you know you’ll revive, that once your heart stops the wound will heal and you’ll breathe again, but it hurts, it hurts so much, and you can’t help the guilt of seeing your family suffer not knowing you’ll be okay. Unfortunately, you don’t have time to say a single word, because you die within seconds.

—

You wake up with a start, gasping for air.

You look around and realize you’re in your room, surrounded by your family, who look at you as if you’d grown a second head.

At first they didn’t believe it — Damian could feel your heart stop beating, Bruce and he cried over you for 20 minutes, when suddenly he noticed your pulse was back. He looked at Bruce in shock and urged him to check your pulse. You were alive, but not breathing.

They rushed you back to the mansion, laying you in your room. The whole family came running — even Barbara and Steph ran to the mansion to see how you were.

When you wake up and catch your breath, the first to hug you is Dick. Barbara comes closer to hold your hand. Damian wipes away his crocodile tears. Tim sits more relaxed in the chair at your desk, feeling one less burden. Jason goes to push Dick aside so you can breathe peacefully without the older idiot smothering you with his bear hugs. Cassandra and Steph hold hands as mutual comfort, and Duke cries openly from the scare you gave him.

Bruce is in a corner of the room, his heart still in his throat — luckily, Alfred is by his side, offering comfort with a hand on his shoulder.

No doubt, you had to give them a long explanation, but for now, you enjoy this reminder that you now have a family who loves and cares about you.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Good Enough To Squeeze 💦 (Pro!Deku x Chubby!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: BF!Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x GF!Reader

Synopsis: When you’re invited to a pool party with your sexy, famous hero boyfriend, you’re more than happy to wear your usual oversized T-shirt and shorts combo. But when your man notices how much you appear to be a fish out of water surrounded by all of the bikinis, he is more than happy to ease those insecurities and show you how sexy you are…no matter who sees.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Established Relationship; Aged Up!Deku (Early 20s-30s); Reader Is Chubby/Plus-Sized; Body Insecurity; Deku Is A Great BF; Sneaky Sex; Bathroom Sex; Dom!Deku x sub!Reader; Spanking; Mild Oral (Giving & Receiving); Doggy Over The Sink; Public Sex; Daddy Kink; Deku Is A FREAK; Dick Piercing/Nipple Piercings; Mutual O; Creampie; Aftercare; Getting Caught (tee hee!); Possible Foursome?

Disclaimer:  I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate!! 🥰🧨 I felt like writing some nasty shit about my favorite broccoli boi after seeing that art of him. Credits to this sexy ass fanart all go to soeduh_ on Twitter! Please follow them HERE! Enjoy & remember: ALL BODIES ARE SUMMER BODIES. GO PUT ON THAT BIKINI NOW. -Jazz

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"Baby!" your boyfriend calls from outside the bathroom door. "You still in there? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes!"

You turn away from your reflexion in the full length bathroom mirror, your heart thumping in fear that your man will open the door. "U-Uh, okay, babe!" you stammer. "Hold up! Just a minute!"

You turn back to look at the full-figured woman standing before you wearing the string bikini that for some reason you were so tempted to buy from the mall. It is a bright sunshine yellow with a thong bikini bottom that certainly does make your plump ass look immaculate.

But the other stuff? They don't make you feel the least bit immaculate. Or sexy or hot or whatever else your boyfriend always calls you.

As you zero in on each part of your body, you're hyperaware of each flaw, like the way your titties sag slightly in your bikini cups. Or how prominent your cellulite looks on your thighs. Or how your tummy protrudes under the strings of your bikini bottom, all rolls and love handles.

You raise your chubby arms, frowning at the hanging flesh there, and then poke your stomach. All soft flesh. You feel so...exposed. Though you're aware every girl at Bakugou and Mina's pool party will probably be wearing the same thing, you feel like you can't.

You bought this bikini specifically for this pool party a week ago and thought you looked good in it beforehand, but as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror now, all you can think about is ripping it off and returning it (because you kept the receipt).

What were you thinking? And what was Izuku, your sexy, hot pro hero boyfriend with abs and a firm ass to die for thinking calling you hot in this?!

"I can't wear this," you whisper to yourself. But as you begin to reach back to untie the bikini top, feeling uncomfortable and itchy in it, you're interrupted again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Baby, we're down to five!" Izuku hollers. "Is everything alright?" He sounds worried which isn't good. Quickly, you run the sink water on high. "Y-Yeah!" you stammer. "Sorry, I just spilled water on the floor. I'll meet you outside."

Your heart thumps wildly, hoping he won't come in and see you trying to take your bathing suit off. You know he'll protest, your sweet, supportive Izuku. You still wonder how you managed to bag a guy like him.

"Well...okay," he reluctantly replies. "I'll pack the sunscreen for you and get the AC runnin'!"

When he finally leaves, you sigh in relief. You don't want your boyfriend coming in and seeing you crash out over a bathing suit. You look at the shirt and denim cut-offs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your saving grace.

When you pull on the oversized shirt and shorts over your bikini, though it allows you the coverage and hiding you crave, you also feel...weird. Trapped. Unconfident. You hate how you feel.

But you don't have time to wonder why with the clock winding down. Quickly, you grab your pool bag and flip flops before hurrying to meet your boyfriend in the driveway.

Izuku is leaning against his dark green sports car when you show up outside. He looks like a damn catalogue model standing there in the bright sun, his Raybans on his eyes and only wearing his trunks and a tight white tank top. Your lick your lips at the light dusting of freckles across his broad shoulders and chest, his muscles so prominent and yummy.

"Ready!" you announce, plastering on a big, fat smile. He smiles at the sight of you...but then that smile quickly fades. He looks put off at the sight of you. "What's up?" you ask.

Those emerald eyes still look confused as they roam over your outfit. "Uh...nothing!" he chirps, plastering on a fake smile. "It's just...didn't you have a bathing suit you bought that you wanted to wear?"

You are one step ahead of him, having already cooked up a story as to why you didn't wear it so he won't worry about you. "Oh, I got juice on it, so it's in the washer machine," you quickly lie. "So I threw this on. Don't worry, this fits me better anyway!"

Izuku still looks pretty concerned and unswayed by your chipper attitude though. He knows you way too well. But you figured as his girlfriend for five years and roommate, he would know you like the pages of his favorite book.

Izuku has always treated you as the beautiful, sexy woman you want to be seen as. Despite your different body shapes obvious size difference (funny enough, Izuku is TALLER than you!), and the fact that he could always go for a smaller, more famous woman, the #1 pro hero still holds you up on a pedestal.

And so you try to hide this from him in the hopes to not worry or hurt him. "I'm fine, babe," you coo, placing a hand on his arm. "Now c'mon before Bakugou blows up your phone for being late...and you know he'll LITERALLY blow it up."

Despite Izuku's obvious concern, he still gets in the driver's seat while you crawl into the passenger's side and skids off from your shared condo for your mutual friends' party.

As you suspected, Bakugou and Mina went all out for this party: the outside of their mansion is decorated in inflatable beach balls, fake tiki torches, and paper lanterns while colorful animal floaties, pool noodles, and water guns surround the mammoth-sized pool filled with people. There are tables filled with booze, Jell-O shots, and BBQ thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills.

Everywhere you look, you see guests dressed in their best swimwear...and girls in all kinds of bathing suits. All of them sexy. All of them exposing skin. You already feel like a zebra in a herd of a gazelles. Despite Izuku's firm hand in yours, you feel so unconfident and already want to go home.

Luckily, one of the hosts greets you before you can. Bakugou has on his best orange trunks while the rest of him is shirtless, tattoos and muscles on full display. You may have had some dreams involving him and Izuku together with you a few times.

"There you extras are," he huffs, smirking at you and Izuku, the sweetheart pair. Then he wrinkles his nose at you. "You lose your bathing suit or somethin', squirt?"

Squirt-the stupid nickname he calls you because of your height. "It's underneath, Bakugou," you sarcastically reply, "but thank you for your concern." You think you see Bakugou shoot Izuku a confused glance, but you ignore it.

Then Mina comes bounding over in a zebra-print bikini, looking absolutely fabulous in it. Her legs and stomach are toned from years of training. Her perky breasts jiggle enticingly. And her ass? You could bounce a whole bank off of it!

"Eeee, you're here!" she squeals, squeezing you and Izuku both to her in a tight embrace. You can smell the tequila off of her, mixing in with the scent of mango shampoo in her pink curls. "Come on, we've got BBQ and plenty of alcohol. You two want some shots?"

She drags you and Izuku over to the tables with Bakugou, her grumpy yet hot boyfriend, trailing after you, yelling at you to not take all of the twisted teas.

Once you take a Jell-O shot with Izuku, you both hooking your elbows together to drink in unison, you fill your red cup up with some of Mina's concoction: fruit punch spiked with vodka and topped with an umbrella. The alcohol helps to ease your anxiety, pushing it deep down enough for you to act like you're enjoying yourself.

As you begin to socialize with people, you become increasingly aware of how "out of bounds" you are even more. Conversing with Mina and the group from UA becomes difficult once you notice how good all the girls look in their bikinis.

And of course, they notice that you didn't go with the pool party attire.

"Kero, you didn't wear a bathing suit, Y/N?" Tsuyu curiously asks in her frog-green bikini. You simmer in the sun with everyone's eyes on you. "O-Oh, it's underneath," you nervously giggle.

"You must be hot in that though!" Kiri protests, looking so funny with the white streak of sunscreen on his nose. "This sun is blazing! Sweating is real manly, but jeez!"

You give him a tight-lipped smile, sweating out of awkwardness...and because of the sun. You don't dare raise your arms. "I just wore this because I burn easily."

"That's a good idea," Momo agrees, looking damn near like a Victoria's Secret model in her red bathing suit that outlines her perfect, slender body. "I tend to burn easily too, but Jirou insisted I just apply more sunscreen."

Jirou tuts in her purple bikini, an arm wrapped around Momo's slender waist. Uraraka giggles to herself, looking so cute in her pink bikini with white flowers posted on each of her bikini cups. She suddenly gasps, pointing. "Oh, look! Pool animals!"

You and the girls turn excitedly, gaping at the inflatable zebras, giraffes, hippos, and frogs being tossed in the pool by Denki and Sero. Mina, drunk as hell, tries to hurry over, but Bakugou snatches her back by her bikini bottoms.

"Hold up, Pinkie," he growls. "You need more sunscreen on ya. Can't have you lookin' like a damn shrimp." You watch as he squirts some sunscreen on his hands and rubs it up and down her toned back, hips, and ass, making her jiggle when he gives her a playful smack on the behind.

"Thank you, baby," she giggles, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come swim with me!" She takes his hand and drags him off with the others, leaving you to watch in envy. You tug at the collar of your shirt, hot and sweaty, the blue water looking extra appetizing.

'Just take off the damn shirt!' your inner voice screams at you. 'Who cares about how you look? It's a pool party!'

Luckily, Izuku comes to your rescue before you can succumb to your inner thoughts. He is a little tipsy judging by his squinty, green eyes and flushed cheeks. Probably too many Jell-O shots. He looks so cute when he's drunk.

"Hey, you," he coos, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. "You're not gettin' in the pool?" You cross your arms over your chest, soothing yourself. "I will," you reply. "I just ate though. It's not good to swim when you just ate."

It's a shit lie and Izuku knows it. You only ate a piece of BBQ chicken and a salad...and that was an hour ago! He suddenly leans in, placing a hand on the small of your back. "Can we talk for a minute?" he whispers. Oh, boy. You can already tell this is about something serious.

You know you can't escape this, so you let Izuku lead you away from the party and in the mansion for one of the many bathrooms. This one is located in the back of the house, away from the party that turns to muffled noises once Izuku gets you alone.

He first checks to make sure you're alone before he shuts the door. You swallow, feeling uncomfortably big like Alice in a too-small room. "What's up?" you ask, doing your best to seem as innocent as possible.

Your boyfriend turns to you, a crease between his brows. He looks so worried. So conflicted. You immediately feel like shit. "I didn't wanna say anything and ruin the party for you, but Kaachan practically forced me to do this. I can't help but feel like you wore this for a reason and you're not telling me why."

Your stomach plummets as reality hits you. You knew that this would happen. That he would find out about you and your secrets.

He comes towards you, his emerald eyes etched in worry and gentleness. "Why didn't you wear your bikini?" he gently asks. "Did you really spill juice on it?"

You feel your body tremble in fear. Fear about the truth. "No," you defeatedly confess. "I do have it on under my shirt, but I..." You stare down at your white-painted toes, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.

Izuku presses his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his forest-green irises. "But what, doll?" he gently encourages. "Talk to me."

The lump grows bigger and you can feel tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you applied with your waterproof mascara and face mist. You hope that the waterproof applies to tears too. "I didn't think I looked good in it," you whimper.

Izuku gapes at you, shocked. "What?!" he exclaims. "Baby, are you kidding?! That bikini was made for you! You looked amazing in it!"

You roll your eyes, once again adverting your gaze from his shocked expression. "You're just saying that 'cause you're my boyfriend," you mutter.

You try to turn away, but Izuku holds you firmly by your arms, keeping you still. His eyes are serious and intense, enflamed with a passionate fire that you've only seen a handful of times. Izuku is usually very laidback and non-confrontational...but not today. You've pushed him.

"No, I'm not," he firmly says. "You looked fucking hot, Y/N. When you sent me that photo at work the first time you tried it on, it took everything in me to not race and put you in our mattress."

Your body grows hot from his dirty confession. It isn't like your boyfriend isn't sexual from time to time, but you don't think he's ever been this blatantly freaky before. "R-Really?" you stammer.

"Really," he answers, stroking your chubby cheek with his calloused, scarred hand. "You're perfect, doll, and I need to you to know that. Bikinis are made for ALL bodies, including yours, and you shouldn't feel insecure about the way you're made."

The saddened, embarrassed tears in your eyes turn to ones of happiness. You giggle, pressing your hands against Izuku's hard planes of pecs, the two studs of his nipple piercings rubbing against your thumbs. "Well, maybe not if I'm with a guy as hot as you," you bashfully agree.

Izuku's other hand moves to cup your ass in your cut-offs, making your pussy throb. "Yeah?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why don't you take that off and show me that bikini underneath?"

"Right here?" you giggle. The sound of the party sounds louder now despite you being nowhere near it. Izuku's hooded, lustful gaze pulls you in, making you want to do everything he wants. "Right here. I locked the door, so no one's comin' in."

That gives you some relief...and arouses you so much that you fear that your thong is a pool now. Especially when Izuku starts using those plush lips on yours, giving you a slow, sensual kiss like he knows you enjoy. He just knows what makes you sticky for him.

So you unbutton and unzip your shorts before sliding them down your thick, plushy thighs, slinking out of them. Isuzu's eyes flicker down to your bikini bottoms, a dark shade of lust coating them as his eyes roam over your cellulite and stretch marks. "Baby," he murmurs. "You're perfect."

Then you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, leaving your juicy breasts exposed in your yellow bikini top. Standing before your man and the growing tent in his trunks, you realize just how wrong you were: you are sexy.

"Turn around," he demands. His tone is low and firm, exciting you. You do as he says and brace your hands on the sink as he comes up behind you. His hands begin to roam over your body, drinking in your rolls and plushy stomach.

You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your backside, insistent and all yours. All yours. "Baby," you whimper. "We shouldn't-"

"Nah," Izuku interrupts, already moving to strip his top off of his head. "Don't say that. I need to show you." You feel his warm skin and toned body press into you from behind, exciting you further. "Need to show you how perfect you are."

His calloused hands begin to toy with your titties, cupping each one in his palms and massaging them. You moan, tilting your head back into his shoulder as each thumb and forefinger on his hands pinch and tweak your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini cups. "Fuck," you whisper, biting your lip from the immense pleasure.

Izuku softly chortles in your ear, gently suckling on your earlobe as his lips travel down your neck. It doesn't take long for your core to grow hot with arousal, your pussy growing stickier and wetter with every ministration.

He then twists you around to face him and peels the thin cups away to expose your titties to him. His eyes widen an inch, blown with lust and astonishment. "God," he softly groans. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

One of the things that never fails to make you hot and sticky is Izuku's dirty ass mouth. He never cusses in public, even when the cameras aren't around, but in private? The man swears like a sailor, especially when he's deep in your pussy.

He latches his lips onto one of your hardened peaks, gently sucking and nibbling on it as he massages the other. You bite back a loud moan, arching your back and pushing your chest farther into his wet tongue. "Izu," you moan. "W-We really should get back to the party."

"Fuck the party," he growls against your tits. "All my entertainment is right here."

He pulls away, leaving your nipples wet with his spit, and stands a good arm's length from you, teasing you. With mirth in his forest-green eyes, he pulls at the ties holding his shorts up and takes them down, revealing the pale skin of his thighs untouched by the sun and his cock.

His beautiful, hard, throbbing, veiny cock swinging between his thighs sinewy with hair as green as the top of his head. The pink head drips with pre-cum and shines with a metal ball piercing at the tip, desperate to be licked.

You gape at his dick and his impressive body, your fingers itching to indulge in his muscles and the silky, velvety skin of his shaft.

"Yours too," he says, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want your boyfriend too, baby doll?"

He takes your hands and presses them against his abs, drawing them down to his cock. He bites his lip as your chubbier fingers toy with his shaft, a soft, lewd groan leaving his lips.

The way heat and wetness pools between your thighs screams yes to you. Your entire body reacts to his touch, voice, and the sight of his body, all of you ready to take all of him.

And minutes later, with your pussy slick from his tongue and your arousal and his cock wet with your spit after spitting and sucking on it, you do take him. Deep and slow.

Izuku has you bent you over the sink and your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his cock sliding in and out of your slick, tight, velvety-soft pussy, enchanted by the way your lips stretch around his length and girth as he pounds into you from behind.

Your mouth falls agape, wanton, loud moans dripping from your lips as your feel his dick piercing kiss that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Izuku presses his face into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you locked against him. "You look so fuckin' good in this," he groans. "My baby is so pretty."

You feel him grip your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at her," he demands. "Look at that sexy bitch getting fucked by her man. Don't you dare turn away."

You stare at the full-figured, plus-sized woman staring back at you in the mirror, her hair a fucked-out mess and her face screwed in pleasure, streaks of mascara on her cheeks and gloss all over her lips from feverish kissing.

With her bikini top hanging from her stomach, her cups peeled down, her juicy tits jiggle with each thrust that Izuku makes, her tummy and ass jiggling in tandem from the force of his fucking. Her thong is pulled to the side, allowing Izuku easier access to pound into her for a sneaky fuck.

You are exposed. All of you. And you are beautiful. You see exactly what Izuku sees now. "Izu!" you moan. "Fuck, go faster! Please!"

Your pro hero, with his handsome face flushed with arousal and from the activity, widens his eyes at you. Then he splits into a big grin. "Faster?" he chuckles. "Sure, babe, but you gotta keep it down. You'll have the whole party come lookin' for us."

He begins to pound into you faster, harder, one hand gripping your stomach while the other massages your ass, his fingers kneading the glorious, soft globes of pure goodness. "Or maybe you want that," he whispers. "Maybe you're so slutty that you want everybody else to know too."

SMACK!

You squeak as his hand comes down to smack your ass, hard and rough, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom walls. "Then everybody can see how good my baby looks gettin' fucked in her pretty bikini."

SMACK!

"Ah!" you gasp, feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. The sharp sting excites you even more, making your slick drip down your inner thighs that you can feel Isuzu's balls slap against with every thrust.

"Put your leg up," he growls. "I wanna make you cum for me right here. I wanna be deeper." You slowly bring your knee up on the sink, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. He hides his loud moan into the crook of your neck, desperately pressing his lips into you to avoid screaming at the top of his lungs.

Your man is very local, whimpering, groaning, and grunting about how good your cunt feels tightly gripping him, forcing him to pump all of his inches inside of you. You have to clap your hand tight over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making you bounce against his cock like a bunny rabbit.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your core tighten like a knot, your body hyper aroused by the cologne on Izuku's skin combined with his cock massaging your insides. "Oh, my God!" you desperately sob. "Shit, Daddy, I'm close!"

Izuku smugly smiles, reaching one hand down to rub your needy clit with his thick, calloused fingers. "Already?" he chuckles. "I am too. You feel too fuckin' good, baby."

Each dirty word that falls from the sweet, seemingly innocent pro's voice brings you closer to the edge. "If you wanna cum, I need you to do one favor for me." You desperately nod, needing so badly to cream all over his cock. "You ready, doll?" he asks.

"Uh-huh!" you desperately whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight from the pleasure. You need to concentrate in order not to cum before he says to, gripping the sink for dear life as your pussy gushes and squelches from his cock constantly stroking it.

Then his lips are at your ear, whispering you sweet nothings. "Say that you're beautiful," he growls in your ear. "Say that you're the prettiest fucking woman in the world. Say that you look good as fuck in this bikini and you'll never hide your body again."

He snatches your leg off of the sink and, as fast as the speed of light, has you fully bent over the sink, your face pushing down onto the sink. "Tell me that you love your boyfriend and his thick cock," he adds. "And that you know he adores you no matter what you look like."

That's a whole mouthful, you realize. And a lot of which is a little embarrassing to say aloud. You whimper as your boyfriend fucks your tight hole, bouncing your ass off of him in an attempt to get you there faster. "I-I-"

Your boyfriend tuts, slowing down his thrusts. "I can't hear you, darling," Izuku coos. "C'mon, say it nice and pretty for me. Open that mouth up, look in the mirror, and say it!"

He wraps a hand around your hair and pulls your face up to face the mirror, making you stare at your ruined makeup and lust-blown eyes. "I'm beautiful," you whimper. "I-I'm the prettiest...prettiest..."

SMACK!

You sob as his hand comes down to smack your ass again. "Say it!" your boyfriend bellows.

"I'm the prettiest woman in the world!" you sob. "I look good as fuck and I'll never hide my body again!"

Izuku hums in satisfaction, panting and huffing with pleasure. "Aaaand?" he urges.

You whimper with embarrassment, adverting your eyes from your own to stare at your boyfriend in the mirror pounding you from behind. "A-And I love my boyfriend and his thick cock," you add, your cheeks aflame. "And I know he adores me no matter what I look like."

And you believe it.

Izuku peppers your backside in kisses, overjoyed with your words. "Goooood girl!" he joyfully coos. "You did such a good job. Now you get your reward."

He then proceeds to grip your hips and pound into you like there is no tomorrow, making you clap a hand over your mouth to hide your loud moans and screams of pleasure. You're pretty sure he is using some of his quirk here to get you there much faster. You feel as if you are on a speeding rollercoaster taking you down a steep hill.

"You want your reward, doll?" he grunts. "Huh?! Do you want my fucking cum right here, right now?!" His voice is deeper than usual and rough; demanding. It turns you on so much that it's damn near alarming.

"Yes!" you sob. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, please!"

"You'd better cum with me then," he demands. "Cream my fuckin' cock, baby." He goes faster, harder, nailing that spot over and over again as he frantically rubs your clit. "Cum for me!" he begs. "Do it all over your man's cock, baby! Give it to me!"

You can't stop the rush of adrenline and bliss you feel as you feel your body seize from your intense orgasm. You sob into your hand as you cum all over Izuku's throbbing cock, trembling as he continues to fuck you through it.

Desperate, slutty grunts leave Izuku's lips as he chases his orgasm in your pussy, plowing you like he owns you until his entire body freezes. "Fuck!" he yells into your neck, his volume muffled as he fills your pussy to the brim with his spunk.

You gasp as you feel the warm rush of cum fill your insides, dripping down your thighs and soaking his balls. A delirious, fucked-out smile appears on your lips, making you giggle behind your hand. You feel so good. So free.

With a soft sigh, Izuku slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping more down your juicy thighs. His cock is wet with your cream, his green eyes lustful and hooded. "Look what you did," he lustfully says. "Now you've gotta clean it all up."

With a seductive hum, you slither to your knees and lick him up, sucking and slurping your mess off of his shaft. He weakly moans at the feeling of your soft tongue licking him up like you would an ice cream cone.

He then helps you stand on your legs that feel wobbly and soft like jell-O. "You're dripping down here too," he murmurs, admiring his cum drizzling down your soft inner thighs. "Can't have people out there talkin'."

He turns you around and lifts your leg over his shoulder, proceeding to gently lap his and your mixed cum up from your pussy. "Mmm," you softly moan, tossing your head back. You just love it when he gently sucks on your pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle and soft.

Finally, when you're all cleaned up, you wrap each other up in a tight, naked embrace, the scent of sex and sunscreen in the air. You softly smile, feeling so good and alive in his arms. "Thank you, Daddy," you murmur against his chest.

Izuku presses his hand to the back of your scalp, stroking your hair. "Don't thank me. Just wear that bikini from now on, and don't ever feel weird about your body, okay?" You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.

Oh, how you love your boyfriend.

Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before-"

BANG!

"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"

Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.

"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.

Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."

The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.

Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.

Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.

Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."

Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan.

"Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, cutie?"

To Be Continued...

[ravenstargames]

✦ LOST IN LIMBO DEVLOG #20 | 07.03.2025

This month has been a little quieter than the rest—but that doesn't mean nothing has happened!

June has been another month of battling our manufacturer, but FINALLY, FINALLY! They've shipped our merch and it's on our way to us! This mainly concerns our Kickstarter folks, but after suffering 'hepatic failure Amon' and other stuff, it feels great to share the good news with everyone!

Let's jump into it, folks!

In June, we tackled Grandma's concept art. Her face, her clothes—everything has been designed and is ready for the sprite! As we told y'all in last devlog, Airyn is the one mainly in charge of the concept art stage this time around. With Grandma's design finished (and as always, Kickstarter folks will get juicier previews!) all the extra characters for the new prologue are ready! This past month, Raquel has had to attend a wedding on a different country and also has went on a well deserved vacation, so no sprites this time around!

Also, Raquel made our Pride Month illustration, as always, and this time we celebrated Amon! The original version had his boogas in full display, but we toned it down a bit BJHSDHFDS

Ara's birthday was June 12th, and as Raquel was going to be chained to a table at her grown-up job, we decided to commission dear Nena (@/nena0me) for an artpiece! We celebrated poor Xal's birthday aswell with this piece, because The Orphan joke runs wild, apparently, and we are bad parents T_T

All the backgrounds for the new Prologue are done, so now we are moving on to the concept art needed to flesh out the Circles' aesthetics. We'll start with Amon's Dagalis, and I have been working on a moodboard for Airyn and Astro to do some architecture studies :^) The plan is to have a clear idea of how every Circle looks before we jump in to getting specific backgrounds ready!

The Extended Demo document is so heavy with suggestions and corrections that IT CRASHES if I try to open the suggestion panel. Our fantastic editor Allie has revised almost 40% of the script and I have already been accepting suggestions, correcting some stuff myself, and exchanging ideas with Allie! What an incredible editor (and I don't say that just because we're friends!). Allie understands my writing and always strives to take it to the next level, not just correcting my usual oopsies, but overall improving the flow of things, character voices, and even choices. Also, she's obviously axing some of my "this could've been an email" moments!

Here, have an innocent sneak peek of our ✨first choice✨ in the new prologue! A flavor one, hehe!

Programming has been an adventure this month! I've coded Evie's main sprite, and also started coding the voiced names I've been receiving from our VAs! 💜 It has been a looong and hard task to figure out how to pull it off; we have seven characters, a bunch of names that can be voiced, and three different moods for each name. So far what works for me has been a dictionary, and after cracking my head open doing some research, stuff works as it should. I think there's a more practical way of doing what I'm doing, but for now I'm happy with it working as intended jdfddgj.

Also, in June I took care of LiL's demo Play Store Version. It needed an update to be able to work, but it went live and so far there doesn't seem to be any problems with it :^)

This month we have been also thinking about our future Patreon. Plan is to launch it along with our new demo, but as y'all know, a bunch of Kickstarter polls must be held before anything becomes definitive! We'll discuss money, content, and more with our backers before settling on anything. For now, we have a draft with the tiers, what each one includes, and a base price for every single one :^) We'll have the classical tip jar for those who want to support us further, and a tier with beta access, most likely!

Also, Tomás is going to start working on another batch of tracks for our original soundtrack, so who knows? Maybe our new prologue has even more tracks than we anticipated!💜

In addition, Astro has been working on adding the latest concept art to the artbook, and we have decided to change the format a bit—nothing serious! We were aiming for a japanese binding, but sadly we realized that meant full-page illustrations were not possible, and we want that for you! What we'll have to pay doesn't change that much, and in fact I think the new binding is way more accurate comparing it to our initial mock-up!

OH! We also celebrated Astro's birthday (June 15th), Raquel's (June 10th), and Airyn's (June 27th). Well, technically, we haven't physically celebrated Raquel and Astro's birthday yet, but this Saturday we are finally hanging out! 💜

Extra aknowledgement to my mom's birthday (June 30th), my aunt's (June 3rd) and Astro's mom (June 28th)! As you can guess, my wallet is suffering immensely and I'd ask for every person in my life NOT TO BE BORN IN JUNE!!!! PICK ANOTHER MONTH!! /j

I also had to work on a few papers for my PhD, as me and my PhD bestie got accepted on two congresses! I have to start writing a big research article TM to send to a magazine and just earlier today I had a breakdown about it BHSDHFBSD but I'm fine now!!!!!!!!!!!!

Astro has pre-enrolled on a vocational training program, Raquel is blissfully overworked in her grown-up job, and Kayden has been destroyed by the spanish tax authorities ✨. What a month!

This devlog feels like we did so little this month! T_T Apologies if it's a bit underwhelming. Rest assured that work is going well! I'm personally really excited to keep correcting the script and maybe start coding some scenes soon, hehe.

As always, thank you so much for your support, your encouragements, the asks you send to our box, and for reading one more month!

See y'all around!✨

[sofnaskinder]

🌌💡My tribute to OMORI💡🌌

Zoom in please, there's a bunch of tiny details!! Can you spot every reference to the game?? 👀

I finished this in 2023 after working on it for over 3 months (with breaks and homework getting in the way ofc!). I've just edited the Omori in the middle because it looked a bit off, but everything else is from back then! This is my largest illustration so far, my computer was lagging SO BADLY (like, seriously) because of that, and I was still kind of a noob in digital art at the time, so tbh I'm still very happy this piece ended up existing at all!!

Since I was little I've always loved making drawings with a lot of characters and stuff in my sketchbooks and the like, so being able to actually do something like that in a digital illustration felt like a big achievement and a little tribute to myself as well hehe

Here are some of my fave close ups + the longest timelapse you'll ever see in your life probably (yep, I made individual pieces of most characters featured here as well, I'll post those later on!). If you're having trouble playing the video you can watch it here too!

[bolly--quinn]

What did you think of the RAM anime? I thought it was mid but I kinda did like elle (thoughts on that too?)

(sorry for answering this ask so late omg) I had to rewatch the anime since I forgot everything that happened and it was kinda ... mid? I liked the art though and it was fun to see my girls idk I did think elle was kinda cool too but she had to grow on me imo (I normally don't care too much about characters outside the fam sorry)

here's some doodles though because I had fun rewatching!

[astrophysician]

Do you have any advice on designing a Sonic OC? Loop is so cool and unique, and I feel like when I try it comes out feeling more generic

(Love all your art btw)

hey thanks so much! that’s very sweet of you 🩵 i hope you’re ready because you’ve activated my trap card by putting “character design” and “sonic” in the same sentence. here we go!

this is based on my own observations of the sonic style and my previous experience designing characters.

designing a memorable character is equal parts shape language and design philosophy. my advice boils down to this: figure out what your character’s most important traits are and do everything in your power to make that as obvious as possible. but how do we do that? here’s some methodology.

in a cartoony style like sonic’s, shapes and silhouettes play a huge role in how characters are perceived. look at canon character designs and take note of what elements are consistent across the style and unique to the character.

sonic is the blueprint! he’s got a combination of round and pointed lines with the areas of interest being head, hands, and feet. these are the areas you want to pay attention to. he’s fast, so he’s got spines that shoot back and shoes that stick out in color to draw your attention when he’s on the move. see how much is conveyed with such a simple design? it’s all in the shapes! (protip: the easiest way to make a character feel less generic is to choose a body type that’s different from sonic’s. 90% of sonic characters look like this— anything that goes the way of big, vector, a robot, or even tails in some cases is going to automatically feel more unique).

think about what kind of character you’re creating. are they cool, with an ego? a rival type? consider having them mirror sonic’s silhouette, like shadow or jet. spiky shapes like triangles are great for that. are they kind and soft-spoken? rounder shapes will create a more welcoming vibe.

loop is primarily made of two kinds of shapes: rounded triangles and rounded rectangles. by building everything from one or two shapes, their whole design has consistency. triangles and rectangles on their own can be blocky and sharp, but the roundness of these shapes softens their edges and shows loop’s personality: someone who’s bubbly, but exciting too! (also i didn’t outline it in this image but even the light trails are rounded rectangles!)

sonic characters are also LOUD. everyone has one or two traits that shout who they are. figure out what ability or trait you want to stick out and make that the most important part of their design. for loop, it’s their skates. tails can fly, so his tails are exaggerated (but he’s also cute and younger than sonic, so he’s got big eyes and cheek fluff!). big is big! charmy can also fly, but he’s got a bit of an aeronaut vibe to set him apart. blaze is a pyrokinetic princess, so she has elegant clothes, while her hair and the fluff around her wrists and ankles evoke fire-like shapes. jet is brash and cool, so he’s bright green and has cool clothes to match his gear. you can use the traits of the type of animal you’re basing your character on to accentuate these elements, too. species can tell us a lot about a character!

here’s even more examples in the form of IDW characters (and Gemerl). try examining them for yourself!

ok, so you’ve looked at shape language and decided what your core characteristics are. once the building blocks are in place, it’s time for ✨details✨

now, just because sonic characters tend to look simple doesn’t mean there’s not room for detail. what matters is how you apply it. details can be as little as a buckle on a shoe or as complex as a fully outfitted combat cloak. the key to executing this effectively is to have the details compliment the larger elements, and ultimately, help us understand who your character is.

tails’ details come largely in the form of his fur shapes. he’s so fluffy! big has stripes and a detailed belt and sandals to solidify the fishing vibe (i’d also call his gloves details here). the stripes on his pole even mimic the stripes on his fur. blaze has jewelry and a gem on her forehead, as well as pointier eyes to contrast sonic’s. surge has metal bits all over her clothes to catch electricity and give her a punk look. you might be noticing something: some details provide a look as well as a meaning. the more you can weave your details in with purpose, the stronger your design will become.

let’s take another look at loop. pretty much every aspect can tell you something about their character.

since the most important part of loop’s design is their skates, they have the most concentration of detail. i wanted them to look high tech and cool in a skate-y way, so i tried to mimic rollerblades with the plasticy elements and bold stripes. this shows that loop has a lot of capability while also looking cool! i made their gloves big and floppy to make it seem like they’re just a bit of a rookie, with the simultaneous purpose that they’re heat-absorbent to prevent loop from getting burned by the skates. they wear athletic clothes because they’re always ready to do something exciting. they’ve got cute bangs and a big ponytail (whose shape i intentionally picked to mimic sonic and other characters, with three elements each) because they’re cute and kinda feminine. with their hair tied back, they’re ready for action, but with a bang covering their eye they’re still pretty loose with it. the markings around their eyes put emphasis on their eyes which makes them seem cuter.

the rest is just design philosophy. because they’re a ringtail cat and i wanted to hammer home the “ring” motif, they’re covered in stripes and even have a little ring design on their clothes!

a little disclaimer: i definitely don’t come up with all these details before designing a character. they’re things that come naturally as i draw them and explore the design. so i guess, draw your character a lot and don’t be afraid to experiment and change things up :)

the last piece of advice i have regards names. sonic characters often have names that describe what they “do” or what they “are.” blaze. shadow. sonic. silver. jet. even amy rose is a cute name for a cute girl. the name is the final icing on the cake, the ribbon that ties it all together. who is your character, and what do they do? but that’s just a suggestion. at the end of the day, you can call your character whatever you want. no matter what you choose, just make sure their name is a special one!

PHEW that was fun. i hope that was helpful! i feel like i always have more to say on the subject, but i think this goes over my main ideas while providing a lot of examples. lemme know if you have any questions, and happy designing! y’all better show me your OCs!

[scarletdreamers]

Do you have any opinions on how Hannibal is seen by some as a figure of masculinity, but others see him as a more genderqueer figure?

I love this question, and yes, I certainly do!

Hannibal is a very special case when it comes to gender(stereo)typical image. Some see him as the epitome of masculinity, while others consider him genderless of mind, outside his biological identification as a man. Why is that the case, and how can someone be both at the same time?

Let’s start off with masculinity. I think that the main reason he’s seen as a highly masculine figure by some is his looks. It’s simple. He’s a generally tall, muscled, broad-shouldered man. One could argue that Mads has one of the most masculine faces in the world. His bone structure is razor sharp. High cheekbones, a square jawline, very light lashes which made them almost invisible, thin lips. These things are all the exact opposite of features that usually identify as feminine. Aka big lips, round shapes, a soft expression, thick lashes, etc. Mads’ masculine presentation also counters Hugh Dancy’s, which kind of enhances it. Hugh Dancy has a very androgynous face, made masculine by his beard, but when he’s clean shaven he has male as well as female characteristics. He has a ‘’beautiful/pretty’’ face, which makes Mads lean more towards handsome or imposing. Hannibal also has an incredibly stoic face and expression. Stoicism is, within gender profiling, a concept associated with masculinity (as women are seen as more expressive and emotional). Mads, and with that Hannibal, has a very manly appearance, which is usually the thing people notice first. 

I think something that makes people perceive him as very masculine is the fact that Hannibal has a very dominant personality. He’s always the bigger person, the guide, the lead. He commands respect and attention. Dominance is, as we all know, also a ‘’masculine’’ trait on the gender wheel (which I, as a feminist, don’t necessarily agree with). It also has to do with the position and stereotypical role of the man in a sexual context. Especially because Hannibal is a very sensual character. He’s ‘’older’’, attractive, charming and mysterious. He’s a hedonist, I’d say. People who are attracted to him more likely think about him in a dominant position, thus making him traditionally ‘’masculine’’ to some. His habit of rarely showing emotion (only when he really wants to) has to do with control. Usually, those who see him as a very masculine figure, associate these personality traits with true manliness. 

Now the funny thing is that Hannibal’s ‘’surface’’ really is the only very characteristically masculine thing about him. By surface I mean his appearance and his social personality, the top layer of the personality he decides to display in public. When you dive deeper into his hobbies and emotions, he suddenly transforms into a more fluid character. Not really one gender anymore, but something above the concept.

Before talking about this, I’d like to point out his clearly ‘’feminine’’ side, like his clearly masculine side above. 

You could say that Hannibal’s emotional nature is feminine. Hannibal is, despite being able to control it very well, a deeply sensitive man. Way more so than Will, Jack, or even Alana, who is very clear and open in her emotions. He feels everything very deeply, understands things and feels them in his core. He cries, more than we often believe and see. He has no shame crying at the opera, he probably has no shame crying over other forms of art (poetry, visual arts, music, dance, etc). In season 3A he cries because of his situation with Will (whether it is because he feels betrayed or because he feels like he hurt Will/let him down). He’s never angry, but he cries and expresses his emotions through melancholy rather than rage. If we put female and male emotional stereotypes next to each other, anger (loudness, yelling, aggression) is considered a masculine outing of emotions. Whereas melancholy (crying, held-back, introspective, soft) is considered feminine. Hannibal and his ways of coping with emotions are traditionally way more feminine-leaning than masculine. 

There’s also the thing that in a classic ‘’playing house’’ setup, Hannibal would be the motherly figure. From a traditional point of view, at least. In this part I’m talking only about ingrained social perceptions, things I don’t necessarily agree with as someone who doesn’t support the concept of ‘’gender roles’’. It’s blatantly stereotypical and downright offensive to water a domestic male-male relationship down to traditional roles and the empty shell of the ‘’who’s the mother and who’s the father’’ question. But, as goes for everything, these ideals and stereotypes are so deeply ingrained in society we often don’t even know we unconsciously project these ideas on how we see, for example, relationships like Will and Hannibals. Will is the typical American dad. He likes to fish, likes to work with his hands, and would be emotionally distant if he had a child. He’s the one to sit down at dinner after a long day at work with a cold beer afterwards. Hannibal would be the one to cook, to make the schedules and do the planning, etc. Will is the raw, tough, rural type. Whereas Hannibal is refined, elegant, committed, and the type to serve. All he really wants is to please Will, however way that might be. Will would never be that kind of person. In this domestic scenario including Will, Hannibal would take on a more feminine role. 

It’s important to note that I think this is only visible to those who ever considered this specific setup. If you’ve never thought about what they would be like as a pair, this might have never been a factor in the perception of Hannibal as a character before. There’s people who think the most important thing about Hannibal is Will. His feelings for him and the way Will changed him. This usually leads to seeing Hannibal in a more genderqueer light because in the context of a relationship, Will would take the more masculine/fatherly role. For those who don’t think Will is the centre of Hannibal’s character, but who see him rather as one of many planets floating around the sun which all equally impact Hannibal’s life, this might not be the case. When focusing on Hannibal alone, separate from Will, he’s a more masculine figure. 

If you balance these two, his actions and feelings being more feminine, his appearance and character being more masculine, you get this strange mindset which ends up being neither of the two. This is why some/many people consider him mentally genderqueer or neutral. It’s not about him actually identifying as anything other than a male. It’s about the way both genders (and everything in between) are able to identify with him, because he doesn’t explicitly think like either. He thinks like himself, like Hannibal Lecter, not like a man or a woman. It’s a sign of intelligence, to have a mentality both men and women can relate to without having to abandon their own gender related ideals. He feels and likes things that make him Hannibal, not that make him either male or female. That’s why so many people are so fond of him. He both attracts and interests everyone. It’s part of his charm as a character.

Hannibal’s mind is genderless. His hobbies don’t have a gender code smacked on them. He likes art, cooking, reading and music. All universal interests many people (often of higher intelligence/status) have. He has style, as well in his clothes as his interior choices and other preferences, which everyone with good taste can appreciate. His reputation is that of a respected professional, a good host, an overly polite person and a good friend. All gender neutral. He’s attracted to men and women and doesn’t seem to have a preference, either. He’s very open minded. Progressive. Far beyond most of us. He appreciated beauty above all, and, honestly, who amongst us doesn’t? 

It truly depends on how well one understands and knows his character when it comes to whether someone views him as very masculine or genderqueer. For people who don’t look very deeply into him, he’s usually an ideally masculine man. For those who care to spit through his character a little deeper he’s borderless. His mind isn’t tied down to the societal construct of masculinity or femininity. He’s a man, but he’s so many things before that. Like a myth. His gender is the least interesting thing about him, and that’s why he appears as a more fluid figure. Hannibal doesn’t do borders and boxes. You could never confine him to any. This goes for anything, including the gender ideal he represents. 

[rasqberrypetalpostcards]

038.

fangirl isn’t a slur: loving fiction loudly as feminist rebellion an essay about softness as strength, screaming as scholarship, and why loving made-up people is one of the most radical things a girl can do

there’s something vicious about the way people say it. “fangirl.” like it’s a punchline. like it’s a weakness. like it’s something to grow out of.

not fan. not enthusiast. not critic. fangirl.

shrill. hysterical. obsessed. not serious. not intellectual. not worth listening to.

but here’s the truth: fangirling is a form of resistance.

because this world does not want girls to love anything too loudly. it does not want us to care too much, feel too deeply, or talk too long about things that don’t matter to anyone else.

and yet — we do.

we build entire lives around books and shows and characters that make us feel something. we write essays, draw art, craft playlists, cry over plotlines that never even happened.

and in doing so, we carve out a space where our voices don’t need permission.

they say it like it’s an insult because they’re scared of what it means

to love something so fully, so visibly — that’s terrifying.

especially when you’re not supposed to. especially when you’re a teenage girl. especially when you’re not doing it quietly.

because girls aren’t supposed to take up space. we’re supposed to shrink. be chill. be cool. be unbothered.

and fangirls are the opposite of that.

we are bothered. we are deeply, unapologetically moved by things.

and that bothers people.

because it means our attention — our devotion — doesn’t belong to them.

the world rewards detachment, but love is louder

we live in a culture that prizes irony. everything has to be a joke. nothing is allowed to matter.

and then fangirls come in, crying over fictional deaths, planning birthday celebrations for characters who don’t exist, treating storylines like gospel.

and suddenly, the mask cracks.

because it’s easy to laugh at something until you realize it’s being taken seriously. it’s easy to mock until you see the depth of care underneath it.

and fangirls care deeply.

that’s not cringe. that’s intimacy.

fandom is emotional scholarship

people write dissertations on shakespeare, and it’s called academia.

but when a girl writes a 40k-word fic analyzing the emotional complexity of a morally gray vampire boy, it’s dismissed as silly.

why?

because it’s personal. because it’s passionate. because it isn’t dressed up in footnotes and jargon — it’s dressed up in feelings.

but feelings are not failure.

fandom is critical thought. fandom is literary analysis. fandom is linguistic innovation and cultural commentary and creative collaboration.

it just happens to be wrapped in screaming and all-caps posts.

which doesn’t make it less valid — just more alive.

fangirls created the internet as we know it

they built tumblr. they filled AO3. they made fandom tags trend before social media platforms even knew how to track trends.

they curated aesthetics. they archived history. they made the things they loved mean something.

they created spaces where girls could be brilliant and soft and feral and thoughtful and funny all at once.

and they did it without asking permission.

to be a fangirl is to survive through joy

in a world that constantly tells girls to be quiet, be small, be pretty, be palatable — fangirls shout.

they laugh too loud. they cry too much. they post about the same fictional character every day for a decade and never apologize.

they claim joy in a way that is unshakably theirs.

and that is revolutionary.

calling us “fangirls” isn’t an insult when we already know what we are

we are curators of feeling. we are keepers of headcanons and heartbreaks. we are translators of subtext and makers of meaning. we are lovers of fiction, and we make it real.

there is no shame in that.

there is only power.

the future is written in fanfic footnotes and reblog chains

and in the end, fangirling isn’t about a character or a ship or a fandom.

it’s about the act of loving something enough to let it take up space in you.

it’s about refusing to dull the brightness of your joy.

it’s about finding other people who scream like you do, and realizing that community can be built on pixels and passion.

so go ahead. write the fic. post the gifset. sob about that one quote that ruins you every time.

you’re not being dramatic. you’re being alive.

and that’s something worth being loud about.

peeking between notebook lines by, R.

[moxanji-real]

Date Everything self-insert just dropped!! The hyperfixation won, y’all. Meet Grimmie!!! They’re the human and literally just me for real. (Sorry guys they aren’t a super cool object shshshsh 🙂‍���️) I’ll be adding them to Art Fight too if anyone wants to attack! Might even draw some ship art soon 👀💘 Also, totally down to share everyone except Daisuke. He’s too Goemon-coded to share LOL. But I’d love to talk to anyone who ships with any of the same characters. ^^

[fluffyfaza]

The Girl Who Blew Up Castles in the Air

Ai art challenge #7

My plot is based on the title and main character of the film of the same name

The party at the castle was in full swing. I organized an axe throwing competition. Unfortunately, I had to disqualify Anderii for violating the rules or safety precautions. She did not use special clothing - a fluffy sweater! This is simply unthinkable! But as a consolation prize, I promised to give her an axe from my personal collection.

When the contest was over, we discovered that Anderii was missing. We searched the entire castle! But she was never found. I almost went grey from nervous tension! How can this be?!

When the guests left, my friend the Witch told me an old legend. That this castle is not simple. It is "airy". Not real. Like a soap bubble. Even the "castle office" and the sign on the door were fictitious. The staff were simply following orders. And someone secretly controls it and tries to control everything that happens. But dungeons and the prison there are real. The Witch and I decided to smash everything to hell and head into the dungeons to look for Anderii

We found Anderii!!! She was locked in the "Iron Maiden". I immediately gave her her favorite fluffy maid costume to wear. After all, she was very cold. And of course, I gave her the promised gift - a collectible axe. I still don't understand what she was happier about… The release, the maid costume, or the axe…

But I couldn't get the gag off her. The keys had disappeared somewhere. At least that's what she thought.

Choose where to start? I've always disliked this statue (like all the others) It's time to start dismantling! With maximum vandalism and with special cynicism

I really enjoyed the process. We were pleased. I even found the keys to the gag. They were hanging on the neck of the "iron maiden". Of course, I noticed them right away. - Look, what an interesting gag there is here! Try it on! It really matches your mood at the moment

But it's time for us to return to more glamorous places. To our modern base. Enough of the haunted castles in the air! Everything here is steeped in the "old past". And we need to move into the future.

We arrived at the base. In the break room. - Anderii, you know what decompression is, right? You also spent a lot of time in the "iron maiden" without freedom. Like a scuba diver at depth. He can't go straight to the surface. So you can't feel freedom right away! I deftly put handcuffs on Anderii and gagged her - Rest, relax. I'll cover you with a fluffy blanket. And the Witch and I will start looking for the real identity of the one who really controlled the Air Castle

What a surprise! (no) The real control office of the Air Castle (former castle) is very high-tech. And it is located in the business center of downtown. Here is the exact address. It's time to visit there and disassemble the servers into molecules. But we'll do that tomorrow. For now, we need to rest.

I came to see if Anderii had fallen asleep. And tell her everything She didn't sleep. But at that moment the Witch quietly put handcuffs on me and gagged me. - You both need to rest and get some sleep, tomorrow you'll tell her everything! Tomorrow will be a very busy day

Control servers will not destroy themselves! The only one who can control us is ourselves!

Happy End!

Many thanks to those who read to the end!

@alyssa-ai @ai-satin-chic @gigiprinceton2 @gigiprinceton @mohairmaster @anderii @astogurlnikkipinkai @andysfantasie @celestmilena @celestmilena2 @mistressmaurahypno @synth-ai @fluffyfaza @softsmooth69 @sarahwellshunter @angelmiledg @danni-gurrl

[thattimdrakeguy]

ya know what, it's so late almost everywhere in the world so i'll just ramble a bit now

but i really, really, really dislike how so many creative people are just absolutely fine with the Bat-Family characters being so generic, and interchangeable these days

Lonely Place of Dying, Under the Hood, the Grant Morrison run on Batman and Robin, and other stuff that I can't name off the top of my head--

These have excellent character work, and made these characters so damn popular to begin with, that they've been kept around this long. You learn what they're like, you get attached to them! Ya wanna read more of them!

And for the past damn near decade, maybe 15 years for some of the characters, they just been erasing what makes them who they are. They're all just snarky crime-fighters with soft hearts and quirky friendships. At best some are just a bit more rough around the edges, or for a few talk a bit differently.

When damn it, guys, these characters were all individuals at one point. They were so unique, and stand-out, and excellent, and so damn good. At one point in time you could tell who was saying what based on the character moment and dialogue

Now they've all been made so normal, I don't even know why people care anymore!

And the thing is, most people don't care! Tim can't keep a series on his own, Jason can't keep a series on his own, Damian can't keep a series on his own.

Does no body care to take the time to think and realize why? Comics are a floundering industry, but enough people still buy them that enough series are still successes. So why can't these characters stay afloat? It's 'cause they suck now. Harsh, I know, but, they do. They just do, man. I have to be a bit harsh. Compare them to who they once where, and it's so sad.

Some have gotten better in some ways, but some of the writing quality is still simply abysmal regardless way too often for comfort.

Fandoms create the illusion that the wider fanbase likes what they're doing, but we have to realize that the fandom mostly consists of people that don't read comics. I'm not being gate-keepy, they just don't. It's not on me that they don't, but look, they don't.

Sales wouldn't be that bad otherwise.

All these excellent work, and stories, and histories, and effort put in by these creative giants of the field, all going nowhere because no one can be bothered to put in the work and give a shit.

Now it's a roll of the dice if the character will look like themselves or not, or act like themselves, or have their relationships with one another be consistent with what they've shown before.

And this fandom praises that stuff so much. And I don't wanna stop their enjoyment, I get absolutely no pleasure out of that. Hence why I keep to myself on this website and everything. It is not helping at all though. We can't deny that. Not anymore.

The results on the greater image of this once magnificent franchise is dire. Absolutely miserable.

Honestly, I don't even get what they get out of it. Fan art of a character that looks nothing like the character? Fan fiction that has them act nothing like themselves? I'm on the spectrum, so maybe I'm missing something, but I don't know what anybody gets out of that. I don't get how you can say you're a fan of something, and not actually like what it is, and you have to change so much about it. Hardly sounds like a fan to me.

It upsets me greatly. Even during the past so many years where I didn't pay attention, because why would I if things are so rough, it still upset me.

I want to like this stuff! I wanna be able to read all the comics about them and enjoy myself! Look in the tags, enjoy some fanart, read some fan fiction if I was tempted enough. But there's nothing to get out of it.

If this was any other creative medium (besides maybe radio, who cares about that anymore, or audio dramas, the modern equivalent) people would be furious! My gosh the tweets and posts and everything that'd be happening.

Comics greatest weakness is being so niche, 'cause now that so many people are gone, fanbase wise, buyer wise, and creative wise, I'm not sure if it's realistic to assume DC, at least Bat-Family wise will ever get better

The great stories and moments we've could've had, had more people cared a bit more. It's so tough to think about.

We haven't had a truly iconic Batman stories in so many years. So, so, so many years. At least in the comics.

And not enough people wanna put the work in to change that.

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Frank lying to us they know something wrong and they’re pretending everything is fine

Thanks for the ask, your collages are always interesting.  In this secret video, Frank establishes that they are safe and sound here in Poppy’s house, which might insinuate that they aren’t outside or in other places.  However, Poppy has just been fretting on oven safety, making Frank wear two pairs of gloves and at least two aprons, so it could be as simple as that, but the phrasing is weird. 

Then we see hawthorn, and the connections to bringing illness into the home.  The asker has made a link between this idea and Frank before, and I can see why, given the arrangement of the flowers and the colors (but not the shape).  Hawthorn, as listed, is considered to be very unlucky.  If it is brought inside, it can bring illness or death.  On BBC flora, it states that it is closely associated with death for some because the pretty white flowers turn into blood red “haws.”

I also found that some hawthorns are red and white to begin with:

Which remind me of Julie’s view from above and the flower on her paddleball.  Could we find these flowers other places?:

Hawthorn may have this association with death due to the smell of the flowers, which are described as reminiscent of rotting (bodies). 

Frank's association with this flower could symbolize his role in the death of characters, as he would literally be bringing bad luck or death into the home.  We have seen Frank in 5 homes at this point:  he’s been in Eddie’s home (hidden video about the post office having bugs), Home (holiday party where Eddie’s freakout occurs), Poppy’s home (hidden video about bird seed and Halloween party), and Julie’s family’s home.  We have an image (not canon) of seeing Frank in Julie’s home in front of the mirror.  We’re  going to have to assume he has been in Howdy’s Place, as it is the only store, though we know that Howdy does deliveries for Poppy.  You can probably see where I’m going with this.  If Frank is associated with hawthorn, then he could be literally bringing misfortune and death to his friends.  OK, so technically no one has died, but we’ve seen people have very negative consequences, and Frank is nearby. I've also theorized before that Frank has buried Eddie for his own good multiple times.

Add to this that Frank is grey, and he’s strongly associated with butterflies, who are known to consume dead things.  I think grey, especially in this neighborhood, could be considered related to death and dreary things. After all, the grim reaper is usually in a black cloak. Zombies, frankenstein, and other fictional dead things have a deathly pallor that is grey.

Hawthorn is listed as a plant that attracts butterflies.  Decomposing things also attract butterflies.

We’ve seen this in non-canon art, in this unfinished image of Eddie being consumed.

A more full version of this is on the ko-fi, but it resembles Frank’s body parts/red envelope picture, in that a realistic hand holding a red envelope is extended out of his middle.  Hard to say, but in the beginning, it looked more gory than a later version I have seen. 

The overall effect is that perhaps they aren’t safe and sound in this little neighborhood.  We have Poppy suffering a really big freak out in her home, which was described as a safe space.  Frank is nearby when she bursts out, just as he’s nearby when Julie breaks, and when Eddie breaks.  We had been noticing that both Sally and Frank were nearby in the previous two, but with the most recent, it’s just him.  He looks shocked each time to witness their break, so he’s obviously not expecting it. 

It is possible that Frank is dragging in bad luck, leading to him seeing the breakdown of these characters.  He seems scared and concerned for them, but so far has done nothing to stop what’s happening.  I’m not sure that he could if he wanted to.  There’s a theory that we hear the normal voices of the puppeteers in the end of Poppy’s book, but it’s close enough that it’s hard to say.  In the transcript, however, it has ??? listed as the names of both the Frank voice and the Sally voice.  In the end of Julie’s, the text says Julie, but notes that her voice sounds different. But given her choice of language and real sense of fear, the two options are that Julie is masking her real voice and swears exist in the neighborhood, or that Julie's puppeteer believes she is really Julie.

It's almost like we have three different outcomes:

Eddie:  Goes catatonic.  Frank is talking to him, and there doesn’t seem to be a question of it being them in the transcript. It could be that Eddie’s puppeteer has had an episode.

Poppy:  Could switch from Poppy to her puppeteer when she is alone.  Her alone voice is different, and she shows some anger, it could be that this is her puppeteer and the question marks at the end are because Frank, Sally, and Poppy’s puppeteers are on set.

Julie:  It is coming through in the text as Julie, but we know that’s not Julie’s voice.  It is either she has been disguising her voice, which is possible, because she has lied about everything else.  However, she seems legitimately panicked and states that she is THE Julie Joyful and is desperate for this flower to bloom, which wouldn’t be something that the puppeteer would feel responsible for. 

I’m not making the connection with the shadow of Frank, so if you’d like, let me know what you were thinking there. 

[disco-troy]

White Knight and the Art of Ruining Batman - Part 3/3

[part 1]

[part 2]

Characters (Part Two)

Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson in White Knight is mostly just an idiot and very volatile.

He literally runs into a destroying building and cares more about taking down criminals than making sure no civilians die. Not that this would make this better but he doesn’t even have a specific bone to pick with any of these villains in this universe. He's just angry™

Half the time on panel it's for him to get angry at Bruce and Babs to tell him he’s being ridiculous and ungrateful. Anytime Dick wants to yell or get his frustration out on Bruce, he gets chewed out about it. Even when it's like "let's stop him from doing all the destruction” Babs tells him that he shouldn’t have even had an opinion because Bruce “gave him everything”.

Dick is literally written to be inherently and constantly in the debt of Bruce as his father. A father that doesn’t really even seem to care about him that much, all things considered.

Meanwhile, Bruce  literally tells Harley he would “do anything to have what you do” referring to her biological children.

Bruce may call Dick his son sometimes in White Knight but it's all performative. Bruce would trade him away in a heartbeat for tiny little Harley Quinn's <3

In Dicks Big Moment in Book 2, he’s able to talk Bruce out of murdering Arazel, which actually doesn’t really work because Bruce does end up cutting his artery (but eventually not killing him which is good (if you remember this from part 1 of this meta)), but after two books explaining how Bruce and Dick aren’t close it rings hollow, and the only thing really given it meaning is your understanding of mainline comics. When we get to this point in White Knight, Bruce has repeatedly neglected to call Dick his family, trust him, or say anything positive about him.

Dick becomes a fascist cop by book 3 but idk im so numb i don't even care anymore

here’s an article my friend sent me, I'm not going to read book 3 for my blood pressure so this is all the context you get

To add on to the writing of Dick, White Knight also changes his backstory and makes him the second Robin. This changes a lot of the mythos around Dick - a lot of how he turns out is because he is the eldest child, because Bruce projected on him first. Even creating the name Robin is important because it's about paying homage to his family at the circus. 

You might be wondering why Sean reworked this incredibly important part of Dick’s backstory. There’s got to be some sort of payoff right? Is it a chance to explore exciting new dynamics? Gain a deeper understanding of what it means to be the eldest son? No.

HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THE SOURCE MATERIAL

HE MADE JASON THE FIRST ROBIN BECAUSE HE FORGOT DICK WAS THE FIRST ROBIN

I SWEAR HE DIDNT KNOW IM NOT JOKING!!!!!

NOT KNOWING WHO WAS THE FIRST ROBIN IS  A FUNDAMENTAL MISUNDERSTANDING OF THE SOURCE MATERIAL

Do you know who knows the order of the Robins better than Sean Murphy, an actual Batman writer? TWELVE-YEAR OLDS ON WATTPAD. 

His spin on Dick being the second Robin involves him stealing Robin from Jason for his circus act. Which is dumb for thematic reasons, but also for secret identity reasons?? Why would you get a kid whose stage name is Robin and make him be Robin and expect people not to notice??

(Batman: Beyond the White Knight )

He also has Bruce specifically recruit Dick to be Robin because that’s his stage name. Which doesn’t make sense as a recruiting strategy for any job ever? You aren’t going to recruit people for things based on what they like and perform as?? It also takes all the autonomy out of Dick’s decision to be Robin and makes Bruce look really really bad for poaching this random kid.

So obviously he's not a fan of the comics or the bat family. What is he a fan of?

Sexy Joker

Now, I hear what you're thinking. Why would a person who doesn't care about Batman characters enough to have actually read the source material want to write a Batman comic? The answer is of course as in all things, sexy joker.

Also in the third one Bruce and Harley Quinn are married.There’s your love triangle. I'm not reading the third one. I refuse.

Knowing this, the scenes where Joker grows muscles or just shows up to a fight shirtless for literally no reason starts to make sense. 

The relationship between Batman and the Joker is actually the real priority of this book, which either on purpose, or by accident, helps to invalidate a lot of the core themes of Batman.

For example, the way the toxic romantic relationships are put on a pedestal in this comic - Harley Quinn always believing in the Joker and that being right, the tension between Bruce and Joker, all of this can be explained by having this one singular goal; to make the Joker sexy and to ignore all the implications behind it.

Meanwhile on the family side, this focus on Joker seems to suggest romantic and blood relations will always triumph over adopted family or friendship. All Dick does is yell at Bruce for slights we are never shown and run away and come back to lukewarm apologies. 

Dick is also the first to give up on Bruce - before Babs - when he’s running around doing collateral damage early in book one. The climax of both books is the Joker solving problems with Bruce, never his well trained allies he’s been working with since day one.

 Duke barely has a relationship with any of the cast other than the Joker. Jason (the first and most beloved son apparently) gets tortured by the joker for Bruce’s identity because the joker was self conscious that Jason was more important for Bruce then he was. He shouldn't have bothered.

Jason gives away Bruce’s in the same words he cuts ties with Bruce forever. He’s not strong enough to keep Batman's identity to himself - he doesn't have enough love to want to go back to Bruce after suffering under his name.

Faking Jason's death acts as a way to hurt Bruce, yes, but also as a way for the Joker to prove to himself that what he and Batman have is more than what Bruce will have with his family. As Jason leaves Bruce of his own volition, Joker will never leave Batman’s orbit.

Jason’s death in the comics has major impacts throughout the entire bat family's lives. But in this comic - one where Bruce is ready to kill for an evil ancestor but not a son, where Jason readily leaves Bruce and where familial loyalty is not a priority, Jasons’s death, or I guess “fake death” rings so hollow. Bruce’s romantic relationships, are written with much more care and are given much more importance in the text.

The theme of this seems to be that when people love each other romantically, no matter how toxic the relationship is - that's true love. Even if people want to people want to tear each other apart they are destined to come back together again and again. Meanwhile sons will abandon you when it gets hard and the love of family is not enough to bring people back. Evidenced by how quickly Batman forgives the Joker and Harley for Jason’s death but isn’t really seen mourning Jason to the same level - and the way that Jason abandoned Bruce and joker and Harley and Bruce never abandon each other.

It's even in the way that Bruce explicitly tells Harley she wishes he had what she has - biological children.

It feels incredibly sad that Murphy took the Batman franchise: one built on found family, that is about losing a family and gaining another, where the key characters and key because of their platonic relationships with each other, and threw it all away because he though joker/batman/harley quinn was sexy.

The thing is that Murphy seems to have an understanding that family should be important. He has explicit scenes with Babs and Dick where he says that they are the most important thing to him. But as mentioned before the words ring so hollow without any actions to back them up, like Bruce thinks if he says it, it's enough.

In the comic where family never sticks together, problems are never solved with family but instead with weird Harley-Joker romantic tension and scenes like the one above, all the posturing Murphy puts in relation to found family feels incredibly empty. Babs, Duke and Dick and the rest of the nonexistent bat family are definitely out of character which contributes to their characters and relationships feeling hollow.

Circling back to the whole Sexy Joker is the whole reason that White Knight was written, suddenly a whole lot of things start making sense. Everyone is out of character because Sean Murphy could not give a shit about anyone else. Biological family is the most important because the Jatman Love Babies. Harley Quinn has to forgive her abuser because how else would they all fuck? The police brutality…. Yeah… that one is still a mystery to me. 

Conclusion

White Knight is the worst possible Batman taken by a person who knows so little about the batman mythos that they can't remember the order of robins, never read a Duke comic, thinks Babsgirl is canon and probably doesn't even know Cass exists. The first one touches on like batman causes structural damage bc of his batmobiles and the solution is to literally MILITARIZE the police. The second one tries to touch on wealth and the effects on the past and found family, but implies biological family is better and adopted family is flawed and so carelessly brushes past the implications it sets for wealth. It's honestly so jarring to see an author set things up and just. so. blatantly not understand anything they are saying? So much so that their message ends up being a complete 180 what the initial message seems to set up. It feels almost post ironic until you realize the sexy joker agenda.

Separate from the characterization and the themes, this comic is somehow ableist, racist, classist and incredibly insensitive to domestic abuse survivors while also somehow touting the fact that it's so progressive while doing the receiving due to a fundamental ignorance of every issue it touches on. 

I think part of my problem with this comic is that the themes that are set up are interesting! I would read a nuanced take on institutionalization or over militarization in relation to Batman comics. In addition, Sean Murphy is a good storyteller, he knows how to set up a mystery and have good pacing and build up interest. There are some good, interesting moments in white knight, but they are overshadowed by all the problems, which are everywhere and inherent to the series.

 As it exists though, white knight gives a middle finger to the themes it attempts the tackle and the characters it mangles. My esteemed friend @2nagi said it best: “what's with all this failed self-contradictory social commentary. why is there ableism and victim-blaming in there. he wanted clown sex why did he not just write clown sex. i think maybe murphy should have just written full-on joker erotica instead. It would have been more narratively consistent than this mess. and truer to his vision too”.

[the-darklings]

This I must know.. would you ever consider continuing the Wanderers story with Dream, following the show as it progresses? Or has the Wanderers story come to an exact end after Beyond was posted

I’m gonna be so real with you all.

I’m mad. Because I really was anticipating s2 so damn much and DID have plans to write more for them. Maybe nothing as expansive as tibyim but certain splashes of scenes inspired by whatever we got in the show. Def more Wanderer/Cori, too. Already had some ideas for fun jealousy subplots I could have teased with the new characters that show up too.

That being said, the whole Gaiman thing soured everything for me so bad. I adore what the story is and the community it built but it’s impossible to separate the art from the artist in this case. I’m a woman first, a fan second. Though it would be a lie to say that it doesn’t make me sad. It does. Because I adored writing this start to finish and it’s nice to see a new trickle of people discovering tibyim now that s2 has come out.

[someone-help]

wow finally some art

big sketchdump and maybe some yapping idk

tw swearing

yeah all the screenshots will have little comments becasue I cant keep my mouth shut lol

starting off w/ some space division continuation/au I made!! its about Two coping w/ his bsf's loss meanwhile one overcoming her bottled fears of treading into the unknown

the photo was a wiki snatch not mine

interstellar monopolization spree with mama <3

everyone shut up and look at my child shes so confident I'm so proud of herrrr

also the gold rings don't really mean anything I guess theyre just part of her redesign (like, yk how 11-20 got redesigns in the pride month post? I'm also planning redesigns for everyone else)

HOLY SHIT I FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE THEM SMALLER YES

also two depression arc welp

also I got lazy In the second panel and didn't bother finishing the limbs idk

theyre so sibling coded I love them

i legit forgot how to draw them though I'm kind of a perfectionist when it comes to numberblock block size so I kind of died here

also take cover I sense a wild lowjay approaching uh oh

also there's this shitty god/overlord au I made idk if I'll even do anything with it I just love dystopia lol

SWEET FUCKING CHRIST i give you ALL full permission to bash me for procrastinating, it not being colored, and doing the times tables kinda dirty :( this is a hot mess but hey at least I finished it(sort of)

this is just a twelve. not a whole lot to it. just a nice twelve :)

metropolis 1920's-dramedy-esqe numberland au... I actually kinda like this one wow

click for better quality

info/lore in alts!!

pretty much centers on the nine multiples because that nine's time to shine opening gave me a vision but other characters are in here too

also now I'm kinda into pixel art lol

i just did this out of boredom

the pansexual bitchass fucker I LOVE him

bro I need to stop swearing lol

everything above this is magma btw

yes this is that Adventure Time x Numberblocks AU three of you like for some reason

also I made up this trope I liked where every episode Two has a different hat on lol

and I cant figure out one's fixed design ugh

i thought this quote was cool yet mysterious so I put it in here, mot really lore but idk

human seventeen I guess?? I never really made human designs for any of the blocks (except twelve, I still cant get over how well that came out)but this is a start I guess

AND NOW... THE IRL PICTURES....

oh shit how do I do this wait hold on

WHAT IN GODS NAME IS THIS CAMERA DOING BRO SOME LIGHT WAS FLASHING AND I TRIED NOT TO SHOW MY HAND IT WAS SO HARD

nah ill post the irl pictures later that's all for now folks! drink water and stay safe !!!