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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year

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Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(；△；)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more

Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo.

Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.

And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.

Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!

Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND

SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.

URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((

When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T

Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!

#tw unreality #post-series #one piece #op fanart #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zolu #nami #usopp #straw hat pirates #gear 5 luffy #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #wano spoilers #please dni if ur a post-series one piece hater >:(#this is a post-series POSITIVE post only!!! Feel free to gush about other post-series arcs that you like on this post :D!!!#(for that person i scared: i put tw unreality higher just 4 u :3)

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deritosmi · 4 months

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Do you have a spidersona? If so, wanna talk about them?

OH MY GOD I LITERALLY KICKED MY LEGS WHEN I SAW THIS!!!!!!

HEHE YES I HAVE A SPIDERSONA YES I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM OMG

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAH OKAY SO

his name is dolce (for now)

For like seventy million years I didn’t know that you could make a spider sona that wasn’t extremely similar to yourself so I might change a lot of stuff about him pls be patient:)

I have yet to design eir suit buuuuut I HAVE drawn their face (trying to mimic spiderverse style)

I’ll say I think it was pretty good for the first time but I think the lineart was a bit too thick and the eyes weren’t really faithful to the spiderverse style so I’m probably gonna redraw (and redesign a little bit)

BUT ANYWAYYYYY (tee hee)

here he is!!!

My spider-sona 👍👍

Earth-143

Preferred name: Dolce (pronounced Dol•che)

Surname: Patal

Nickname(s):

Dookie

he protested against this

Dolly

he protested against this

Cheche

he protested against this

Eight

only used by fellow heroes

Phanny

he absolutely hates this

Cryptid name(s):

Eight Eyes

Explanation for Eight Eyes

The back of Dolce’s suit has a design that resembles a set of eight eyes. The first person who ever saw him only saw his back, hence the name.

Hero name: Phantom-8 (or just Spider-Man)

Pronouns: He/They/E/It (spivak)

Background

Personality: INFP-T

Zodiac: I don’t know yet :)

He was bitten by an UNDEAD radioactive spider and now he fights against ghosts (in secret).

Rather than being seen as a hero, he’s seen as a cryptid(and his presence has caused more business and tourism in his little town.)

Living in a suburban neighbourhood in Atlanta (but don’t worry, he can roller-skate to get to crime scenes quickly.)

Powers and Skills

Skills

Skating

He can skate at 70mph.

Lying

he’s actually good at it

Only does it for his secret identity

Spider Related

Spider-sense

Tingling feeling in his brain that tells him something bad is coming (and what direction ‘something bad’ is coming from)

High pain tolerance

See: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MajorInjuryUnderreaction

Natural web fluid

spinnerets developed in his arms when he was bit

Shoot web fluid when they are pressed

Super strength

He can lift 10.5 tons

Ghost Related

Intangibility

allows him to phase through anything (except ghosts) at will

Allows him to touch ghosts

Invisibility

self explanatory

At will

Doesn’t work on ghosts

Relationships

Earth-143

Wade Wilson - librarian.

Dolce is apart of the teen advisory board of the public library.

Wade is like a weird uncle figure.

(I love deadpool!!!)

Dolce is super distant with pretty much everyone. He doesn’t hang out with anyone.

Spider-Society

He’s still really distant but he’s a little more willing to be open since everyone there is like him.

He doesn’t really like the idea of making sacrifices to maintain the canon but he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go after being outed to his parents as a trans boy.

Dolce’s Feelings Towards Certain People

Miguel O’Hara

avoids

Slightly dislikes

tries to be friendly

Lyla

Friendly

Neutral

Jessica Drew

Avoids

But treats nicer than Miguel

Neutral

Peter B. Parker

Does not avoid

Friendly

doesn’t want to talk much

Neutral

Pavitr Prabharker

friendly

doesn’t talk much

Good impression

Likes by association (Hobie)

Gwendolyn Stacy

friendly

doesn’t talk much

Good impression

Likes by association (Hobie)

Hobart Brown

very friendly

Talks a little bit more in comparison to other people

Likes

Margo Kess

don’t interact much

Neutral

Miles Morales

doesn’t know anything about him

Likes by association (Hobie)

Web slinger

Kinda Likes

Shy-ish

Likes the horse too

Spider Noir

Unsure

Never talks

Peni Parker

Likes

Talk about interests frequently

I JUST WANNA SAY TYSM FOR ASKING THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

you have NO idea how happy this makes me

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hey-imma-fangirl · 1 year

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(No it’s not considered cheating if I use a redraw I did before I started this)

‘A Very Devil Christmas’ but it’s in the Welcome Back to The Casino AU; Part 1

Christmas always found a way to sneak into people’s hearts. Whether it was the feeling of Christmas spirit, the snow, or most likely the presents. Either way, the holiday surely knew how to bring people together. It was a season of being kind, caring and above all, loving those around you.

Ugh.

The Devil loved it for one reason dnd one reason only; it was the perfect time to cause trouble. Yes, the season may bring out the best out of everyone but it brought out the devil in her- no pun intended.

The ice skaters were just asking for the ice to break so they could fall in the water and become what could simply be described as human icicles.

How was she not supposed to trip the guy carrying the presents? The man couldn’t see anyways, he would’ve fallen anyway.

And no one could tell her that the ornaments falling off the tree by an ‘unknown force’ after the couple had worked a hard three hours in it wasn’t funny.

Making a car crash into the town’s tree to make it catch on fire was the best part of the day, by far.

It’s all about interpretation, and the Devil found this whole thing hilarious. She didn’t need anything else other than herself and the trouble she made throughout Inkwell to make her happy.

A sound caught her attention and whipped her around. It came from a toy store, the front window to be exact. She couldn’t quite see past the group of kids standing in front of it though. Children were so greedy and bratty, how could anyone see past their stupid heads? And touching their faces to the glass? Unsanitary.

Luckily, the Devil knew exactly how to handle this; with a lot of care and maturity.

“HEY YOU LITTLE BRATS GET THE HECK OUT OF HERE!”

All of the kids screamed and ran off at the mere sight of the Devil- some even cried, which was music to her ears.

The Devil approached the window, placing her hands against the glass. She gasped, seeing the trace of the noise.

“What a lovely little train!” Her eyes followed it across the tracks of the small set in the shop. “There it goes!” She ran to follow it as it got out of eyesight. “The little wheels are so cute!” The train whistled, the Devil’s tail wagged as she pressed her face against the glass. “Oh my Me! The little sound!”

“Daaaad!” The moment was interrupted by a bratty voice, which encouraged the Devil to look round the corner to see the commotion. “I want that! And I was that, and new marbles and new building blocks- Oh and more than anything I want a Spaceship!” A young girl tugged on her rather tired-looking father’s arm.

“What a greedy little brat.” A smile sneaked its way on Old Scratch’s face.

“Well, you asked for all those things last year, Sammy, but you don’t get them, and why was that again?” The girl’s father scolded her.

“Cuz I glued my brother’s face to the floor.” The girl frowned.

“Permanently glued.” The man shook his head.

“I like this kid.” The Devil giggled.

“You know it’s almost like you wanna end up on that naughty list.” The dad gripped the bridge of his nose.

“What? Naughty list? The Hell is that?” Her smile vanished and the demon blinked.

“But I’ve been working hard to be good all year! I’ve gotta be on the nice list!”

“Uh-huh, sure, come on Sammy.”

“Nice list? And what is that?” The Devil followed the two of them for answers. “You there, girl.” She whispered to the young girl. “What is this naughty list you speak of? Cuz it certainly seems like something I should know about.”

“Uh, where’ve you been? It’s what Santa puts you on when you’re naughty, and it sucks cuz if you’re on the list you don’t get presents.”

“What??”

“Yeah, that’s why I’ve been trying to be nice ALL. YEAR!”

“Yuck!”

“Yeah, it really sucks an egg, but I know it’ll all be worth it when I get my spaceship!” The girl walked faster to catch up with her dad.

“Well that’s no good.” The Devil looked back at the train in the window of the toy shop. “I guess I’ll have to somehow find a way to get on the nice list…”

❄️❄️❄️

Down in the Underworld, the imps and various demons that worked for the Devil sat at the table where they held meetings. Of course, with the Boss not being there, they all took that as an opportunity to take a break. Though many had found an unfortunate situation they would argue about anyways.

“Look, I am not pointing fingers,” Stickler yelled over the arguing. “But whoever is stealing lunches from the community fridge needs to stop doing so! Mine are always clearly labeled with the name ‘Stickler’ yet they often go missing.”

“Mine too!”

“Yeah me too!!”

“I know we all work in the fiery underworld,” It was rather hard to make Henchwoman angry, but not impossible. “But that’s no excuse for this!”

The door slammed, turning everyone’s heads.

“Alright everyone, listen up.” The Devil walked in, taking off her coat and hanging it in the rack. “What would have to happen for someone- me for example- to let’s just say… Get on Santa’s nice list?”

You could hear a pin drop. All the imps looked at one another, fear struck. A few of them melted from their seats to the floor under the table, just to avoid their Boss’ eye contact. Stickler slowly put her hand down, looking away as well. The imp next up Henchwoman leaned in close trying to keep quiet so the Devil wouldn’t hear.

“I thought you said she didn’t know about the list?”

Too bad she wasn’t quiet enough.

In the matter of seconds, the poor thing was engulfed in flames by the Devil’s pitchfork. Henchwoman stared down at the ashes of what was left of her, horrified.

“Henchwoman.” She heard her Boss behind her, quickly turning around, she cowered in fear. Despite the tender smile, she knew how much of a temper her Boss had. “You knew about Santa’s nice list? And you didn’t tell me… Why?”

“Ehm…” The pudgy demon chose her words very carefully. “It’s not exactly… Your kinda list… Boss…”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” The Devil’s voice darkened as her smile vanished.

“Well Uh… You are… Uh… Kinda… Evil…”

“And are you saying I can’t be evil and be on the nice list?”

“Yeah Boss… That’s exactly what I’m saying…” Henchwoman avoided the Boss’ gaze. “I mean, being kind and nice is kinda the opposite of bein evil…”

The low growl that came from her Boss behind her made her skin crawl, though, rather unexpectedly was the sound of her heeled footsteps walking away. Henchwoman finally looked back at her Boss, blinking.

“Where are you going?”

“To get my name on the nice list.” The Devil turned to face the group. “And on this hour of Christmas Eve there’s only one person who can do that.” She tapped her pitchforks to the ground and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. As relieved as Henchwoman was about the fact that her boss wasn’t going to incinerate her nor the other imps and demons she hadn’t already- the purple demon had a bad feeling in her gut.

She didn’t quite know what it was, but she knew the Boss was getting herself into a bad situation.

#cuphead au #genderbend #humanized au #the devil cuphead #henchwoman #cuphead show henchman #stickler cuphead #the cuphead show #the cuphead show spoilers #a very devil christmas #welcome back to the casino au #fanfiction #christmas fanfiction #retelling

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askfallenroyalty · 2 years

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For the dark world design things, I like the sprite where they all become kids but like, did this take place earlier or they all just be like Chara and tranform into their younger self?

Because both didn't really make sense since if it's the first, the story would ended earlier and you have to redraw the arc after to make them younger which probably isn't good for uhh, time probably, or Chara thought after this adventure like, few years later after it ended which isn't realistic, if it's the latter then that mean all of them want to be younger... which probabpy isn't that unrealistic but it would make Chara's situation not unique or special to their situation or whatever, or it mean the dark world work different... which is possible actually but why would G man make a world that make everyone that get in it become superpowered children, what if younger kid or adult get in?

Or maybe they all got in before as a kid and this is the sprite for that, or you just make the younger design as a joke or because you want and I overthink it

Or it's secret and you are not gonna tell me which is ok I just like being a conspiracy theorist lol

NAH you're fine lmao sorry i should of clarified this. i'm still unsure about it.

my logic was chara made the darkworld so it's influenced by their desire -but you're right, the outfits themselves seem separate from that. it's more customized to the individual, same as how Ralsei's castle and Queen's mansions become personalized. The world itself is influenced by Noelle (I assume she accidently made it? but also Kris could of been the one to do so... the world fits Noelle more) And becoming a kid is A Thing with Noelle for like, 1 second, so this isn't even out of the realm of possiblities.

And ALSO yeah, this world is (probably) made from a gaster fragment or at least houses one, it's separate from Deltarune the game and it's canon. I'm not even sure this IS a darkworld or if it's a simulation of one. (maybe the CORE secretly powers a pocket universe that Gaster made? that Chara accidently connects to and drags the gang into)

[has alt id]

Actually i was about to do a write up of pros/cons but i realized making them all kids is a bad idea. it just doesn't work.

cause like, I wanted them all to be kids to keep it consistent between them, but you're right it makes it less special/shocking when chara is Baby. (thinking this time around, we follow Frisk first and then meet with Chara.) anyway i wanted this because the main conflict is that Chara is wanting to force everyone to relive the past, so making Frisk a Baby and relieve their memories isn't a happy thing like it is to Chara.

BUT that happens when Chara True Resets anyway! I feel that'd lose a LOT of significance because we get used to Frisk being a teenager by the time we get to that story point. Also like, the reverse makes a fun effect of "oh YEAH Chara is a teenager! I got used to baby chara again!"

so yeah. i can't justify it and it lessens plot/thematic elements. Plus, its too repetive, even if I think it'd make it more clear what Frisk's problem with reliving the past is like

actually, I can do that with the reset thign too. Cause Frisk HATED being attacked by monsters and Chara's kinda forgotten about that since. So I'm gonna show them fight a lil before they confront Flowey.

Frisk's bard aspect (which like, is based on how I introduced teenage frisk with Vocaloid, this outfit is loosely inspired by that)

Anyway I need to establish more of their story BUT I think the designs should reflect them more (like you pointed out!) like, originally, Frisk was going to have this side plot over befriending Suzy (their universe version of Susie) that was, sadly, dropped because Susie was stuck with Kris and it made more sense for Chara to stay away from Frisk after the DW adventure (cause Chara broke their promise)

BUT now i have the chance to actually explore that! So now, Frisk takes the adventure with MK to be a fun game and a chance to befriend Suzy. I really want Frisk's adventure to be separate from Chara's journey, because Frisk being mopey was Defs over done in the OG, and it makes it more impactful when Frisk gets upset if they're more happy the rest of the time.

Frisk still hates fighting (god. i'm gonna have to design a bunch of enemies...) but since they're not alone (and being haunted by chara), they don't mind it nearly as much. the Vibes of Deltarune (where most enemies just want to capture you) vs. UT (where most enemies are trying to kill you) are so drastically different. Frisk would be SO happy about this change.

#doodles #dark world

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tizzymcwizzy · 2 years

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wip game!! :D

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

thanks @zivazivc @anna-scribbles and @carpisuns for tagging me! this is really good timing cause i have SO fucking many wips that im working on rn hddhhd

also! im gonna be leaving for vacation today! so! i may answer your ask tomorrow and not rn cause i need to get on a plane! dhdhhdJDJDHFG please feel free to send lots of asks about multiple tho, there's too many of these

(some date back to around 2019 some are very recent as of like, yesterday)

DIVIDED BY FANDOM AND TYPE:

miraculous ladybug

ART WIPS:

adrinette cuddle hours

horror

jumpscare

recognized

marichat cuddles

rings (on makeup file)

marichat painting nails

dump and stuff

digital redraws

chat noir comic

DUMP (sketches)

DUMP (memora)

whose woods these are marichat

tizzy's wips

disguise

more dump

letters

fashion kids

thinking of family

trapped

ladymonk designs

marichat romeo juliet

ghost of your past

don't ask me what this means

nightgown adrien

mlb x toh crossover

FICS:

asnyr (a stranger's new years resolution)

FINALLY THE LIBRARY AU

plus one

memora

the whisps decide her fate

villain au 2.0

when i wake there you are, just for me

it's you

of flowers and feathers

he could handle this

"we're not like everyone else," felix said

adrien bitching at his dad blurb

"god, and the fact that I would let her,"

ladymonk

POETRY:

oh to the truest love of things

how i knew it was over

ladynoir kissing poetry

she says i love you

oh dear god what is it to be a man in love

the owl house

ART WIPS:

hollow mind

hunter sketchdump

get yo girl bitch

outfits

lumity kiss

mlb x toh crossover

toh and at dumps

hunter redraw doodle

waffle house

(the following are from the past week)

truama talk

sandwich

give me your hand

makeover

makeover dump

hit him in a heartbeat now

something that you once where

white boy wednesday

he's a hunter

leave him alone

FICS/CONCEPTS:

late night walks through a green wood

memories of most exquisite anguish

"oh my goodness, Philip? Is that you?"

hexsquad motorcycle

hunters journey down the knee notes

POETRY:

there's this string that ties us together

is this what it's like to be loved without condition?

personal/other

skid and mari

untitled

snales

ocs

class 3

him

SNAIL WIP

last girl

the seamstress

weird

danny testing

class 5

stuff

GUY

whatever the fuck

marcie

dilves

CHRIST that was long,, anyway there's no way in hell i can tag enough people so ill abstain dfghhhff feel free to do this if you want to tho!

#when i tell you there are so many of these i meant there are SO many of these dhdhhdjdjf #tizzy talks #ask game #wip ask game #and i also mean it when i say ask for multiple cause for some of these i wouldn't post otherwise #go apeshit my friends

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quickhacked · 2 years

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bones spare some facts about nathan please 🤲

AAAAA THANK U NICO ;w;; i love talking abt my special little princess. my horrible little man. worm shaped final girl in horror movie. i'm shaking him and shaking him and shaking him and shaking him and sha

nathan is my evil within oc (epic cringe fail moment but i'm being so brave about it) and he's around for the events of the second game :) he's a mobius agent who is sent with sebastian to assist him in his search for lily, but he's secretly also part of the plan with juli, myra, torres and theodore to actually get lily out of there >:)

nathan was um "recruited" into mobius at the age of 16 under Unpleasant Circumstances :/ won't go into great detail about it all because that requires some Warnings LMFAO but let's just say his parents were Horrible Horrible Terrible Horrible and he decided to Properly take care of the problem <3 his plan was to leave krimson city but before he could do that, mobius members showed up (the administrator had been eyeing him for a while already) and "recruited" him [classic case of Join Us Or Die]

he mostly did field work for mobius at first (slightly pulling this out of my ass but i'm assuming they needed to get themselves into powerful positions which would require Assassination of some Powerful Assets and Infiltration etc etc) but eventually switched over to a desk job at the administrator's request (i'm killing him) and started doing development work :) he was first assigned to ruvik's stem project but later got moved to another project which would become the union environment (which is why he wasn't around for the events of the first game)

nathan is a pretty good leader and he would often end up in that position for his assignments (ended up as lead developer as well at some point), which kind of. caused his coworkers to dislike him a lot LMFAO he was a lot younger than most people there and liked a job well done so he was very straightforward and focused on work and people didn't like that :/

before he goes with sebastian, he already briefly experienced the Horrors of the union environment after lily has gone missing because there's a brief window in which extraction is still possible so he went to check it out, got the living shit scared out of him and then went back out LMFAO and then he had to go back in immediately :( this is what i mean when i say he's my poor little meow meow i'm just putting him in Situations

nathan isn't all that scared of what's going on in there tbh but anima scares the SHIT out of him!!!!! he's very Professional and Stoic at first to the point sebastian doesn't like him all that much but then they encounter anima and nathan simply just passes away for personal reasons and sebastian is like Oh okay. so you DO have feelings

won't tell you anything about nathan's current relationship because it requires me to drop my own personal "the evil within 3" and i'm not doing that but i WILL tell you who his ex is. it's liam from the second game. go google him you'll Laugh

nathan goes from neutral evil to chaotic neutral throughout the course of the story >:) he starts out as someone who only keeps other people around for their practical use and completely detaches himself from others because of things that happened in his past and he doesn't want to experience Emotions anymore :// and then sebastian comes along and sort of turns into a father figure to nathan so everybody say thank you sebastian LMFAO

during the events of the second game he gets mowed down by the buzzsaw arm of the guardian :/ he's very dramatic about it i should redraw the art i made of the aftermath of that and post it here OGH

his birthday is january 5th <3 idk why i think i just liked the date <3 also he's 25 now LOL

nathan is an introvert and a pessimist <3 a little unpleasant to be around when you first meet him but if you give him another chance he's actually very very sweet and really makes an effort not to come over as cold or disinterested ;w; he's trying his best ok ;w;

he color codes his closet!! there's not much color to begin with but he still likes how organized it looks >:)

nathan prefers to sleep in a sitting position :/ he is very restless when he has to sleep lying down, he needs to like. lie on a bunch of pillows and everything LMFAO

and to finish all of this, i described his aesthetic in keywords at some point so have those as well: blood on marble floors, sleepless nights, crooked smiles, haunting memories, patience, dark circles around eyes, a shoulder to cry on, gray skies, the taste of alcohol and blood in your mouth, grief, working at 3am in a poorly lit room, solitude, endings, piercing eyes lurking in the dark, gentle touches, cheap motels by the highway, rain

AND last but not least, i also wrote some stuff for him here if you're interested!!! thank you so much again!!!!!!!! auauuauaua

#asks #mutuals #morvaris #ask:nathan #oc asks #he is so so shaped to me you have NO idea #i love yelling abt my random blorbos <3 thank u thank u thank u thank u th #again my own added storyline is a new level of Cringe so i won't go into that now but like. know it's There

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outcast-thingz · 2 years

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~Commentary of Blooming Panic pt5~

~did I do the math in thw quiz? Yes😌 did I do it without a calculator? Mostly

~honestly it really is cool how much is tied together in architecture

~ah yes my fault. Good sir im fairly sure that was a bit more than "a little bit"

~facts, the moment you see the start of sunrise just can't be beat

~nah dude you're going to do great in this career

~oh.. oh hun. That's not good.. regardless onion didn't have the right to tell me that

~...ah hah ...stop. cause honestly I know that feeling and it really sucks. Honestly hurts to read that.

~god all of this hurts to read. Not everyone is against you.. we don't think that at all..

~he's not a freak he just has a lot of shit going on

~ bruh some of these choices sometimes. Yeah let's just give him some sarcasm in the middle of him apoloizing

~nah I get it your explaining why you act the way you do and understand that it wasn't okay. You recognized that you hurt others and are trying to make up for it. Hell getting into the call instead of texting the apology is a big action and say more than your words ever could.

~I HATE THAT TOO anshdv dude I hate when characters get used as nothing but joke. Specifically when that character is made to be the joke and nothing but that... like damn why you gotta do that to somebody

~yes dumbass, more you in the future

~what a dork

~so I can see that communication is an important aspect for him. Yes it's true communication is key in relationships but with some people it's more important than anything.

Especially overthinkers and trust I get that more than I'd like to.. plus reminders that having to put so much effort into communicating doesn't bother you really helps.

~ Im so glad he passed

~yay! He apologized to Onion. And onion apologized back

~OMG he's such a fucking dork that call

I need you to know something urgent

What

I LOVE YOU

😂😂

~ hahah the neighbor

~ooo this time we go to him

~ i legitimate was like this is definitely the type of man to answer in boxers by accident I WAS ALMOST RIGHT

-ALSO THAT OUTFIT PLUS THE JEWLER AHHHH THE ENVY God I wish I could look like that. I'm soooo~ redrawing that

~ *goes to the good ending art* WAIT WAIT I WAS RIGHT!? ANSHDV HE DID- I- HAHA😂😂

#starshine plays videogames #starshine plays blooming panic

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metal band story devlog 12: Making art in 2024, a survival guide but also DOGGO

first things first, as I oh so subtly implied in the title of this devlog, have a dog:

I’m sure someone is out there yelling at their screen with anatomy complaints, but I like it.

This is a braque d'auvergne dog and it kinda looks like, well, every spotted dog ever.

image from 101dogbreeds https://www.101dogbreeds.com/coat/spotted-dogs

The drawing above is the initial draft of what I kind of want the dog to look like for the most part. I’m taking the liberty of changing some things here and there, since I want the dog to be a mutt.

Here you can see I changed the torso shape, and made it so that I can redraw the design faithfully using simple proportions. I also took extra care to decide what the eyes looked like, so I tried several things there:

I ended up settling for, once again, the initial once I came up with (I swear I don’t do this all the time). I felt like I wanted the dog to feel like it could talk, but subvert that by having it be just a normal dog. During my research I also came across something cool that I will not be including in the design. Which is the fact that if a dog sustains an intense scar, the hair grows back WHITE.

also, this could entirely be me and my bias but it’s… hard to find pictures of deformed dogs that are ugly? like dogs are always so excited to exist that even if their entire lower jaw is missing they’ll look like a vibe and be having a good time if you’re nice to them.

on a final note regarding dogs, have this. It’s out of context and I won’t explain it cause I’d like to have everyone try to figure it out.

With that being done, you might notice I don’t have a final design yet, because the four sketches I drew were the only things I was able to accomplish this week. This is realistic progress. So let's talk about art in the internet age. you thought this was going to be a straightforward devlog about a dog? well think again.

This week I had a lot of thinking to do outside of the context of comics and art. I’m 27, and although the internet has led us to believe that it’s straightforward to be a microcelebrity for a living it’s actually very difficult, and the mental toll it can take on you is equally as worth noting. it’s weird and volatile and you’re fighting an ever changing landscape of other people trying to get heard. I currently work at a board game store, one of the nicest jobs I could have hoped for. My boss is a fun guy, my coworkers are awesome and the people who come to the store are nice and from all walks of life… but it’s not sustainable for me. It's the night shift which goes against my natural circadian rhythm and the pay is mostly being spent on transport at the moment. One time I offhandedly said “art is made by people with day jobs” and while I meant it at the time the true meaning and depth of that statement is still unfolding to me. While writing this devlog, I had a job interview to attend. If we’re being realistic, while it’s possible for me to make a living off of making my comics for a dedicated niche audience that supports me on patreon, the chances of that actually happening are quite low given the fact that the rate at which I output things doesn’t work with the modern internet’s unquenchable need for more stuff.

this isn’t a new thing or will it ever go away. Art is an extension of us as human beings, it’s our desire to project meaning onto an uncaring world that we are part of. it’s ironic if you think about it for a second, a more pretentious person would call it something like “the duality of man” or some shit but I wouldn’t like that to be me. god, it would be so hilarious to look back at this devlog years from now and realize I unironically said “the duality of man”. Anyways the value of art, as we know, is not dedicated by how much attention it gets otherwise hominids all those years ago wouldn’t have put color to stone

Cave drawing in the upper Paleolithic cave of Chauvet-Pont d'Arc, Ardeche, France

you see there’s no real way of saying “I want less digital things in my life” without the internet seeing you as a 4567 year old grandma yelling at a cloud but that’s it really. The way I see it, artists on the internet can end up somewhere on this graph:

I think I fall where the red dot does. On top is my friend fouad, working on his graphic novel having left the internet entirely. closer to the left are most youtubers, to the right are people like my dad’s uncle, who would paint for himself and family members exclusively.

Today was the first day where I looked at someone whose art was exclusive to one very specific place and said “I get it”. beyond a certain point the feeling of making something cool can get overshadowed by all the people running towards it. Meaningful connection gets replaced by a wall of words from many people where your ability to engage with it gets harder and harder the bigger the wall gets. Which is why I think I’m going to put the comic here on tumblr and tapas, and not bother with other places really.

Eventually, I’d like to be an art teacher. Until then we’ll make it work with what we have, and even if I don’t get my dream job I think I’ll still be happy.

Devlog update on Tuesdays.

#comic #webcomic #webcomics #kinocomix #devlog #graphic novel #metal #art #career #doggo #disabled dog

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sketchy-scribs-n-doods · 3 years

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@softladyhours

Hi! Omg hi lol! Markiplier fandom I have returned to you once more. I’m going back to my roots lol

Okay so, sorry this is a tad late, I've had lots of irl stuff to deal w because of the global panini, but I've had some free time this week to finally get to this! I’m hoping to make up for it with sheer volume of content to give you lmao >:)

You're very lucky I got back into Mark's content like last month lol, otherwise your ask would have oh so tragically stagnated in my ask box. Since you've reminded me of such a lovely little tidbit from this blog's past, I drew up a little something special for ya:

A redraw! Of sorts lol. I like to think my art has improved a bit since, what, 2017? 2018? But anyway, it’s them! I may do a few more sketches of them here and there if more inspiration strikes hehe

And as you asked, some headcanons for you as well:

- Dames does in fact use his cane when he snaps (think of it as instinctual lashing out when he's distressed instead of the peppy absentminded way Wilford will pull out a gun), though I think with all that goes on with the rest of the egos, he's probably learned his way around a knife or two to balance his out his skill set. The cane isn't always stained, but it's not particularly uncommon to see it sticky or crusted with red. Sometimes, when he's having an off day, someone has to advise Dames to go 'polish' it clean before it gets too grungy.

As for the Colonel, well:

- I think he's primarily called Dark, as ours is, but certain egos can get away with calling him the Colonel sometimes (usually Dames, but also egos he'd be more inclined to respect like the Host, Dr. Iplier, etc.), so it isn't unheard of to hear him referred to in that manner. Plus, it's just very obvious in the way he holds himself that he was once a military man.

- The Colonel only sometimes wears suits. More often, you'll find him in a well fitted button up and slacks held up by suspenders. On rarer occasions, he'll wear a greatcoat or suit jacket over this ensemble.

- Since this Dark is made up of William and Celine instead of Damien and Celine, he lacks the portion of suave charm and wit that Damien brought to the table. Instead, he strikes me as a man that would have a more gruff, stoic charm, kind of like the older uncle everyone in the family just instinctively respects because of his strong bearing and self assuredness he exudes. If he's keen to make a good impression, he has the vibe of good solid drinking buddy you can fuck shit up with, type of guy not easily taken aback. You get the feeling he's tough but fair and has seen enough shit to not tolerate any bullshit from anyone.

- Everyone knows that Dark is a bit soft around Dames (not to say he hasn't caused the poor man emotional distress on occasion, this is Dark we're talking about), but he's also got that rough lumberjack dad vibe around some of the less powerful/overtly hostile egos like Erik. He isn't necessarily nice, he's more the 'fair and wise advice giver' type. Like an emotionally repressed parental figure that isn't particularly good at comfort but is very well versed in helping you get your life back in order. Very tough love and reality check sort of guy when he's trying to be supportive.

- That said, the Colonel is fucking big. This mf is built like a brick shit house on top of being some sort of conglomerate of eldritch horror, so when he's angry he's fucking terrifying. Our Dark is a powerful demon twunk in a suit with manipulative tendencies. This Dark is a demon beef cake that roars like a fucking feral bear when he's angry. When things are bad, they're bad, and the other egos tip toe around him the way a child would around an angry father (and if any notices that after a while the Colonel stops blowing up like that when Erik is around, well, it's not like anyone is complaining, character growth and all that).

- The Colonel can't stand himself sometimes. Just fuckin hates his own company every now and then. I think in general this version of Dark is just much more volatile than the one comprised of Damien and Celine. While siblings can bicker, the tension between what's left of Celine and William has got to be fucking insufferable. I don't know what the fusion equivalent for our Dark would be, but the Colonel definitely seems like he would have problems similar (if distinct) to Malachite from Steven Universe. William and Celine just aren't very good for each other anymore, especially not the forced together remnants of their souls bound by dark magic, and it really shows sometimes. If you thought our Dark seemed horrible, the Colonel is downright intolerable sometimes, even to himself. Learning to deal with it is a long, continuous journey for him, and he's had many, many, many bad slips that he fails to process in a healthy way. It's a long while before the rest of the egos start to be able to trust him (or at least trust that he won't threaten/scare them the next time he blows up).

- Everything has it's ups and downs though, and when things are looking up the Colonel is a surprisingly good listener. The other egos may be periodically afraid of and threatened by him, but Dark just as easily slots into the space of protector and trusted confidante when the need arises. There's something almost maternal in the way he guides the others, yet blunt and no nonsense. It doesn't reduce the healthy dose of fear and respect the others have for him, only further solidifies his capacity as a leader to them. Dark is surprisingly soft in these moments, and everyone he's lent an ear to treasures the experience.

- Dark sometimes indulges in painting his nails. No one ever dares ask him about it. Except Dames, only to say that he likes the black, but thinks that pink is much more Dark's color.

- When he's feeling more stable (and far less neurotic), and if the egos are lucky, the Colonel will sometimes sit and listen to old tunes play on a record player as he whittles away at a piece of wood in the common area. The rest of the egos will gather 'round to read, knit, nap, whatever they like to pass the time with. It's as close to family bonding as they tend to get in the early days. And if the Colonel is lucky, Dames will play along on the dusty old upright piano that sits in the corner. The small wood carving in his rough hands is always a gift for Damien when this happens. Very carefully, no one ever reacts to this, save for Dames and his enthusiastic gratitude.

- Dark has a gun on him at all time that he rarely needs to use. He doesn't much like pulling it out, it tends to scare Dames.

- When Dames gets scared, or upset, or just all around has a very bad day, the Colonel learns to always be aware of it when it happens. Later still, he learns how to help with it beyond stern words and frustrated, fumbling attempts at care. After the early days have long become an embarrassing and unpleasant reminder of their sharp learning curve, if the other egos tend to occasionally find Dames and Dark asleep and tucked into some quiet corner of the manor together, well. The Googles happen to have a very secure cloud to upload the ensuing pictures to.

- Overall the this version of Dark has a different edge to him than our Dark does, meaning that the egos in this au have to deal with an angry emotional abusive bull in the early days rather than regular Dark’s deceitful and psychologically manipulative nastiness and snake-like tendencies. Not to ignore that, but I am a softie at heart, so I like to think that eventually the Colonel (and regular Dark as well) learns to process his trauma in a less destructive manner and treat the other egos, a found family of sorts, much better in the long run. I’m always a sucker for character development lol.

Hope ya’ll find this interesting! God knows I haven’t thought about this au in ages lmao, so anyone feel free to hmu about it, I love diving back into old interests when the mood strikes. ^-^

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The anniversary for the Bioshock au was just this weekend (actually on the official anniversary for the game Bioshock, what a coincidence!), and my friends and I decided to do something for it today!

While they have chosen to redraw some of their original art for the au, I had planned to rewrite something I had written ages ago, but then an idea came to me!

So, you guys get a new fic!

Warning: mentioned experiments, mentioned body horror, sad thoughts

As always, Henry belongs to @inkspottie, Ross belongs to @thedobermutt, and Delta is my Henry!

On with the fic!

Henry, Ross, and Delta made their way around the old lounge bar that they had broken into, with Henry looking for supplies, Ross scouting the area for any splicers or searchers hidden about, and Delta was securing the door, making sure no one got in.

Once the coast was clear and the door secured, they could finally relax, which Delta was so thankful for. They had gotten into another big fight and he needed to check to see if his suit was still in good order. He had only just changed into this one earlier in the the day since his other one was damaged beyond repair, he had to make sure this one was still good to go.

Trudging over with tired feet, he sat himself down on the floor by the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the glow of the city in the ocean illuminating the room for them. “Bendy, a little help?” He asked the Li’l Devil, who had been helping Henry look about.

Bendy perked up and ran over, knowing exactly what to do. He started to help with unhooking the large tanks on Delta’s back as the Big Daddy worked on the suit. He needed to get out of it to make sure his examination was thorough.

Ross looked up from where he was sitting on a sofa, raising an eyebrow at the other man. “Delta, what are you doing?”

“Checkin’ my suit.” He replied, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. He hissed, shuddering when Bendy got the tanks disconnected from not only his suit but from the ports in his back. Never a pleasant feeling, uhg.

“Are you... getting out of it?” Henry frowned, walking over, his arms carrying the items he had picked up before depositing them on a table nearby.

“Kinda have to.” Delta replied as he worked to get himself out of the suit. “Not for too long, not like when I was panickin’ earlier when I was, ya know, sorta dyin’.”

It had been an emergency, he needed a new suit, new tanks, he was sadly stuck with these things to live, due to what had happened to his body.

He stepped out of his suit, luckily wearing pants and a shirt under it, he wasn’t one for being indecent even in his own gear, but he knew the other two could see his arms, his neck.

They saw it earlier, when they helped him get into his new suit, all the scars and damage done by the Big Daddy project. He didn’t think much of it at the time, but Delta felt a little self-conscious now.

Oh, they had seen what INK did to the splicers, the damaged skin and minds, but Delta’s had all been controlled. He had been tested on, his face left normal for reasons he had never been told, but the rest of him was a mess.

And with his healing abilities due to the splicing projects, his wounds healed quickly, but still scarred, over and over again.

“Is...” Henry started, but shut his mouth.

“You’re fine to ask.” Delta replied, sitting down, letting Bendy hook the tanks back into his back, he held back a yelp at the sensation. He picked up one of the sleeves of his suit, looking it over, avoiding eye contact.

Henry coughed, before speaking again. “Is it... painful? The scars?”

“Stopped bein’ that way years ago, kid.” Delta replied, frowning at the cut he found, asking for the sewing kit he knew Bendy had stored in his hammerspace.

“Is it from battles?” Ross asked. “Or from what Joey had done to you?”

“Both, mostly the latter.” The tallest of the trio sighed as he got to work on repairing the cut. “Nasty effects, splicin’, INK. I used to be a scrawny thing, ya know? About as skinny as you, Henry. But that wasn’t for long, had to be built like a damn tank for this work!”

He kept his eyes on his task. “I was normal for maybe a week? Just health exams, Norman told me, nothin’ serious, had to make sure everythin’ was in workin’ order. Then they started injectin’ INK. It was fine at first, felt healthy, even stronger and faster, then... it got worse.”

He still remembered when the effects finally kicked in, the horrible pain and heat of his body changing, too fast, too slow, broken bones and damaged skin. Delta looked at his hands, they were trembling, but he pushed on. “It sucked, I don’t know how long it was gonna keep goin’ for, I thought that it would destroy me before anythin’ could really happen. And then...”

He looked at Bendy, who was happily looking out the windows, watching the fish go by. “And then they had me meet Bendy and it was worth it, cause I had a purpose cause of all that.”

“It still wasn’t right.” Ross spoke, a deep look of concern was painted on his face. “You shouldn’t have been forced into this, you didn’t even have a choice.”

“None of us did.” Delta sighed. “Henry didn’t, I didn’t, and you sure as hell didn’t either, Ross. Drew did whatever he wanted to us because everyone here’s his plaything.”

He finished the repair and moved to look for more.

“It’s still not right.” Henry frowned, reaching for a candy bar on the table. “But when we get you up to the surface, you won’t have to worry about this stuff anymore.”

Delta looked up, then looked towards the windows. His eyes drifted to the tanks behind him, and he shook his head. “Guys, I know you want me to come with you when we’re done here, but... I’m not made for the surface anymore, I can’t even go an hour with my tanks off, I need the INK and PAINT. I need my suit.”

Ross shook his head, standing up. He walked over to Delta, looking down at the man still seated on the floor. “Delta, you have to have some faith in us, in Norman. We promised you that we’d get you to the surface, no matter what. Why do you doubt us?”

The Big Daddy blinked, then looked ashamed, rubbing at his bare arms. “I’m... not made for the surface, for a normal life. I dunno what Norman can do to help me survive up there, but what became of me... that’s impossible to change, I can’t go up there with these scars, I’ll look like a monster or somethin’.”

The older man sighed softly. “Look, I know it seems bad, but you’ll have us to help you, to be there for you. Yeah, some people will stare, but that’s on them, not you.”

“We’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Henry smiled a little. “And Norman said he’ll do whatever he can to help you survive without your tanks! You’ll be as normal as you can be! And besides, I’m not all that normal myself, we’re clones, and we’ve got...” He flicked his wrist, bolts of lightening came from his palm, before vanishing.

“Yeah, after all of this, we’re in a similar boat with you, even if it isn’t exactly cosmetic.” Ross chuckled.

Delta looked at the two men he called his friends, a small smile coming to him. “You guys are so weird, but... alright, I mean, I dunno about this, but I would like to finally leave this place, there’s a sun I wanna see.”

“That’s the spirit, Delta.” The smallest of the trio smiled a bit more. “Now, no more of this, let’s just take the break we really need. I am not built for running around like this.”

“I hear that.” Ross sighed, sitting back down.

The Big Daddy looked at them once more, still smiling as he went back to work on checking for damage to his suit, listening to the others talk to each other. He’ll hold them to this, he wasn’t sure how confident he was that he’d get to leave Rapture, but it didn’t hurt to have a little hope.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #bioshock au #henry stein #batim bendy #john's drabbles

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whirlybotart · 3 years

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Bulkhead Week Day 1- Favorite/Coolest Scene

AH IM LATE OH NO,,, oh well Im proud of how this looks- Anyways I dunno if this is cheating but for my moment I chose to redraw a frame from Survival of the Fittest because its one of my favorite Bulkhead episodes just, overall <3.

Elaboration is below ;3

I love the showcase of a side of Bulkhead the fandom seems to have largely ignored! For one thing, his more angry violent side coming out bc hes VERY protective of his friends and family, but also the fact that the assumptions he makes about people are not always good ones. Bulkhead likes to believe the best in those he first meets, but since hes got such a huge heart and gives love more freely I think betrayal in any form just hits him really hard. When Sari goes missing and the dinobots appear to be responsible Bulkhead is hurt but also assumes the worst of them, saying a bunch of accusations about them to prowl at the canyon, and Then the second they attack him and prowl, he starts fighting them and demanding to find out where Sari is. He's quick to fight because he's scared about Sari's well being but I also think because it just hurts him to think he trusted bots who turned around and hurt part of his family. He yells out "Seems pretty straight forward to me" and when Prowl asks why they are attacking them Bulkhead says it's because they are mean and dumb and shouldn't have been allowed to escape. My man mad... anyways you can actually see this sense of betrayal being followed up by anger and violence from Bulkhead a couple times in other episodes too, the way he lashes out at the constructicons in their first episode after all the trouble they caused. The angry comments he makes about Longarm in Threes a crowd I think? And also him being the one to punch Shockwave I think could count. Not to mention also attempting to attack Sentinel.

Another thing is the scene I redrew this from is just a couple seconds before he attacks Meltdown by tossing his wrecking ball at him and with the knowledge the dude is human sized and Bulkhead clearly didn't account for the fact he's made of acid. Bulkhead was going for much more of squish sort of affect on the dude. Honestly good for him murder is okay when my fave big green boi does it n that's just facts <3 [also cause Meltdown confessed to kidnapping sari but just overall Im giving Bulkhead a license to kill]

my point is Bulkheads a big guy with big emotions and not all of them are good or non-destructive ones and I wish the fandom talked about that more. [Though its understandable why they dont too since a lot of his arc is him trying to make others understand that those arent the Only emotions he feels] Bulkhead is scary if he feels you've betrayed him and Even More So if he feels you've betrayed him and also hurt his friends.

#bulkheadweek #bulkhead #tfa bulkhead #tfa #transformers animated #transformers animated bulkhead #maccadam

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JR Act 53: Initial Thoughts

My JR journey started in January and then restarted in March when I found my role in the community as manga acts summarizer. By the time May rolled around I caught up where I left off with Act 47 and I have been ever so slowly making my way to Act 53. I know that I still have two Sentiment acts, all of SIH, a number of SIH novels and the not-yet-released Valentine’s Day and White Day Junjou Mixes to consume but it’s a strange feeling to no longer have Romantica content waiting for me. Well, it’s one step closer to speaking freely with my JRSIH mutuals! As always, my thoughts are after the cut.

The Todo-Misaki friendship is so great. Misaki, when it comes to Todo, there could never be enough meat. And Todo, please eat your veggies.

Was anyone else taken aback when they learned that Takahiro didn’t talk to Manami about what happened? I know this is basically the same thing as when Manami kept the secret from Takahiro but now something feels really off.

Hi Kirishima! I’ve read a couple of Yokozawa no Baai novels and that has cemented him and Yokozawa as my favourite SIH ship. I wonder why Misaki is so motivated to get a part time job if it’s only going to be for a few months. Enjoy your freedom while you have it!!!

My jaw DROPPED when I saw Takahiro meeting up with Usagi. No wonder he was so quiet. And I gasped when Usagi said that he had feelings for someone else when he met Misaki. Man, maybe it’s a good thing that I’m getting caught up because I don’t know how long my heart can take this roller coaster of emotions.

WOAH. A genuine Nakamura redraw of the iconic Act 1 pre-first kiss scene? What a gift!

When Takahiro asked if the person Usagi liked was someone he knew and Usagi said, “...not exactly”, I was ready to chalk it up as a bold face lie until I realized that it wasn’t necessarily the case. I wonder if Usagi meant that he was in love with the idea of a Takahiro who would love him back considering that the real Takahiro never would.

The quick change of perspective where Usagi was basically looking in OUR eyes and telling us how he only grew to love Misaki more was genius.

Usagi… you don’t have to tell Takahiro of all people that Misaki hates causing other people trouble…

So there’s the punch that I spoiled myself with. Still, even though I knew it was coming (and it couldn’t be at the café!) it was still shocking to see. It turned out to be quite anti-climactic so I guess the spoiler wasn’t too bad after all. Misaki’s reaction was priceless, though.

Half of me thinks that Usagi is making up the “this must be what it feels like when a father gives away his daughter in marriage” line but Takahiro saying that he could never forgive Usagi if he hurt Misaki is 100% on point.

OH MY GOSH! MISAKI FINALLY KISSES USAGI!!!! It’s about time!!!!!!

I’m happy that Takahiro is ready to talk to Misaki about what’s going on. Looking forward to see where the Romantica storyline will go from here!

Marvellous work, @teddyscans! The font is very cute and I have a soft spot for sound effects because I really feel that they add another dimension to the reading experience when they are translated. I can’t blame PenicillinShock for usually leaving them alone since it’s a LOT to take on, espcially since they had two other mangas to take care of.

If you’re still with me, should I continue my “First time thoughts from a first time reader” series for SIH? Clearly I will go volume-by-volume and not act-by-act (so only 16 posts) but it’s such a divided fandom. I don’t want to spam people’s timelines for nothing if there are too many strong, negative opinions.

#Junjou Romatica #Act 53 #First time thoughts from a first time reader

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milstrim · 3 years

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Strong Words of Encourage-Mint!

"Okay, you win," Tony conceded, pointing an accusing finger at the kid walking next to him, "This is the best sandwich I've ever had. But don't let it go to your head."

Penny took a bite of her own sandwich, polishing it off and throwing the wrapper at the nearest trash can where it landed perfectly in the hole. She flashed him a cheeky grin, "Never. Nothing goes to my head. Ever."

"Uhuh."

Tony took another bite, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. Today, they served more than the purpose of carrying around his own personal badass AI, but actually blocked the bright New York summer sun that bounced and glared off the windows of buildings and nearby cars. Heat passed through the crowd like a dusty wind, hanging onto him and letting go just as quickly as a new wave took its place. He licked his lips at the heat, hoping that whatever Penny's trip through the city had planned was prepared for a water break.

"So, where to, kid?" he asked, throwing his own wrapper in a trashcan, though he begrudgingly admitted that it was much less cool than the kid's shot, "'Cause I don't know if it can surpass the best sandwich in Queens."

"It's gonna be great, Mr. Stark!" Penny chirped, ignoring his comment and bouncing forward a little. He smiled. "There's this really cool tunnel thing that turns into an arcade. It just opened last week and the graphics are so good, it's like it's actually real! They also have an escape room if we wanted to do that too. It's supposed to be the hardest one ever, no one's cracked it yet!" Tony smirked. Between the two of them, it'd be done in ten minutes tops, "Oh! And there's this cool, like--it's like a superhero store? They have a bunch of really cool Avengers merch and there's this life size Captain America plushie that's like three hundred dollars and it has the funniest sayings ever. You've got to see it!!!"

"Sounds like a full day," Tony commented, wondering when life had ever become this carefree. He was spending the day discussing afternoon plans with his intern, just for fun... No, not his intern. More like his kid. He couldn't help himself as he gave the girl a fond look. It'd been two years since they'd met, she was almost eighteen, and she changed so much, yet her bouncy childish joy still hung in a bubble beside her. Tony took a breath, surprised to find his breath taken away with the thought of how much she'd grown, "So, where to first?"

"Where do you wanna go first?"

"Nope. Your day."

She bumped into him playfully, sticking her tongue out at him. He blew a raspberry in her direction, dragging a delighted, crinkling giggle out of her.

"The arcade is closest," she said.

"Cool, let's go do that first. Which way?"

"Um, it's a couple blocks over," she started, stopping, much to the chagrin of the bustling crowd. She stepped away from the stream of traffic. Tony followed, "We can take some shortcuts, though."

"Y'know, you're pretty impatient," he teased.

"No! I'm just showing you my amazing street cred of knowing the streets."

"Okay, Underoos. Lead the way."

She shot him a look, but still led him through the alley. And then another, and then another. The first two were completely fine. No surprises, no boogy man jumping out of them. Nothing other than the toxic smell of a dumpster. By the third one, everything went downhill.

Now, Tony didn't have a 'spidey sense' or whatever she and her friend called it, but the moment he stepped on the street, the feeling of wrong overtook him. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was the way Penny had slowed down, her body language reeking of fear. Almost against his will, he took a step further, reaching out for Penny in an attempt to pull her back.

He'd barely reached her by the time something clattered at their feet. It was small and round, barely bigger than a bouncy ball, a sickly gray color shining dully in the darkened alleyway. Before any movements could be made, it stretched, revealing a clear vial.

Smoke began dispensing from the ball, billowing in thick clouds. Extremely thick for how small the thing was. Tony's breath shortened immediately, and before he clamped his mouth shut, stuffing it into the crook of his arm, he shouted to Penny, "Don't breathe, kid, just run!!"

Surprisingly unaffected, he moved forward, gripping Penny's hand as he did, but he was stopped short, almost falling with his cut short momentum. He whipped around to stare at Penny, his eyes widening with horror.

She was rooted in place, her eyes dreamy and droopy, as if she was nothing more than a vacant shell. She swayed. Her legs shook. She fell.

The man rushed forward, barely managing to catch her, and feeling like someone would have to catch him soon as well. His vision swayed dizzily from the lack of air, and Tony couldn't stop himself from taking a breath in at the sudden movement. He expected something bitter or tasteless, and for him to faint immediately if it had already taken Penny out so quickly, but instead, he was fine. Nothing happened save for the burning of peppermint on his throat and burning his nose.

Peppermint.

He cursed. Penny was dangerously allergic to peppermint, a fun little gift from her spider powers. Whoever had done this hadn't come for him. They wanted Penny, and they knew just how to do it.

With that horrifying thought, Tony ran. Or, well, he tried to run.

Scooping up Penny, he began to stumble out of the alleyway, only to be met with a wall of people. There were three of them, all with guns in hand. Waiting. He turned on his heel, only to discover the other end was surrounded with three men as well, as dangerous and formidable looking as before. He spotted a red octopus on their jackets.

He hugged Penny tighter, and held out a gauntlet covered hand. His glasses lit up, Friday already calling a suit.

A man took a step closer, his gun held aloft. Tony took a step backward, his eyes dancing around and looking for an escape. Penny couldn't stay in this cloud of peppermint for long. As if hearing his thoughts, a rack of coughs shot through Penny, who buried her shaking form into his shoulder. He had to get her out.

"Hand over the girl," demanded the closest man. The group closed in, but remained wary of the weapon gripped onto his palm.

"Not happening," he snapped, "I think you know what happens to people that mess with me. So why don't you just go ahead and keep moving?"

"You know it's already too late for that."

"I don't think it's ever too late for anything."

"I do," the man responded, and that was all he had to say.

The men rushed forward all at once, a tidal wave. Tony fired immediately, but was only able to fire out one shot before they were on top of him. He kicked out violently, but was horribly unbalanced by the girl he held in his arms, limp and unaware of the world.

A punch landed to his face, knocking him backwards and the glasses off of his face. Assumingly distracted, he felt arms grip around his kid, tugging painfully at her, but he managed to cling on. In his desperate attempt to keep the kid with him, however, he found himself defenseless.

Another fist. Another kick. Tony felt his nose snap and his arms bruise beyond belief as he was rammed against the dumpster, arms worming between his, digging and tugging and tearing. But Tony refused to let go, unable to do anything else. All he could do was shield Penny from being hurt and taken.

But all he could do wasn't enough. Tony's legs wobbled, his body shook, and Penny was torn away. He reached out immediately, struggling to force himself up only to be met with the butt of the gun against his face. He went down like a rock, his head tearing against the concrete painfully.

Tony Stark had never been one to give up though, and this was a moment he was determined to not let pass by. Even if it killed him.

The sound of a car screeching to a halt is what managed to stir him to his feet, throwing away the dizziness that faced him and instead running towards the group of kidnappers. No longer encumbered with a child in his hands, he held out his wrist gauntlet. The first two missed, but the last hit the man holding Penny. He dropped to the ground just outside a gray van, Penny tumbling with him.

Another took his place, hooking arms underneath the limp girl and attempting to herd her back into the van, but he rushed forward. Anger burned in his eyes and leapt from his palm. Now close enough, he hit the man picking up Penny, forcing him to stumble back, and knocking him down with a swift shot.

Tony couldn't stop to make sure Penny was okay, instead swerving back to face the rest of the group, who were sprinting forward and redrawing their guns. The first slammed up to him, clicking his gun and ready to fire. Tony grabbed his wrist as he approached, clumsily twisting and placing his armored hand over the barrel, only just able to stop the metal that bounced against his hand painfully.

He took in a wispy breath, adrenaline pumping. He threw the man into the next one, forcing them to tumble to the ground, not that it would keep them down for long. He turned to the next one, firing two quick excessive shots that blasted the gun out of his hand and sent it clattering on the pavement. Tony punched him, his metal hand swiftly knocking him out.

Three down. Three to go.

The two he'd shoved to the ground earlier had stumbled back up, and now all three surrounded him, guns drawn and pointed at him. Tony pointed his gauntlet, gasping for air and refusing to move from where he stood over his kid protectively.

"Give it up, Stark," the tallest man demanded, a trickle of blood running from a cut over his eyes. Tony glanced around harriedly, desperately searching for an escape, for something to use. The sound of whooshing let him know he didn't have to.

"I've never been known for that," he snarked back, ducking and swerving for Penny just as the suit clanked down in front of him. Tony didn't even have to watch the fight, though he would've preferred to see the way their faces widened and whitened with fear, instead kneeling beside his kid.

No longer in direct contact with the peppermint bomb, the swelling had receded, and, when he placed two fingers to her neck, he was relieved to discover her heart was beating normally. Her breaths were a little shallow, but she'd live.

Penny blinked awake, her eyelashes fluttering open. For a moment, she looked lost, unfocused and unseeing, before they shifted and locked onto him. Immediately, a look of trust washed over her, and it made Tony equally terrified and fond. He'd barely saved her, yet she still held out a hand and gripped his fingers as though he would protect her forever.

He would try.

"Are you o'ay?" Penny mumbled, her words heavy as she began to regain control of her body. Tony wanted to scoff, but he was sure he looked like a bruised and horrid mess. His eye was bruising, his nose tender and broken, and trickles of blood escaping from given cuts.

"I'm great, kiddo," he responded instead, "But I think our little playdate is over, so why don't we go home?"

"I wanted you to see the Captain America doll."

"We'll go another time," he assured.

"Really?"

"Really."

#female peter parker #tony stark #peter parker #spiderman #Iron Man #irondad #spiderson #irondad and spiderson #kidnap tw #febuwhump 2021

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peach-the-owl · 4 years

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Child of the Nein

When you first meet (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader) Part 1

This popped into my head one day and I don’t think I‘ve seen anyone else do something like this so I thought: Hey why not? You know because a child in a group of adventurers couldn’t possibly go wrong

Also they may not be 100% accurate to their back story but I kept them as close as I could

Jester

Jester weaved her way through the streets of Nicodranas until she had reached the edge of the port side city. Looking now at the necklace upon her, lost in thought, her bittersweet thoughts of home quickly interrupted however by rustling bushes nearby. Thinking one of the guards had found her she readied herself to run, only to freeze when a child looking no older then 8 comes tumbling out of it.

You pick yourself up off the ground and brush off some dirt, you then look up to see a pretty blue lady in front of you. She seemed nice, and it’d be rude not to say hello to her. "Hello, pretty blue lady." You give her a wave and a smile, which is happily returned by them.

"Hello! What's a cute little kid like you doing here all alone?" She kneels down and pokes your nose when asking, causing you to giggle.

"I’m exploring!" You state eagerly.

"Oh, I see. Where’s your momma and papa?" You look around before giving a shrug. "Do you have a momma and papa?" You shrug again, not knowing how to answer.

"Hey what’s that?" You ask pointing to the pendent on her waist. This caused her eyes to brighten more.

"This is my symbol of the Traveler, have you ever heard of him?" You shake your head and lean in closer to hear more. "Well he’s a really cool guy and can do really amazing things."

"Wow! That sounds awesome! Oh, I’m (y/n) by the way!" You say, realizing you forgot to introduce yourself.

"I’m Jester." Jester holds her hand out for you to shake, which you eagerly do.

"So Jester, what are you doing here all alone?" You ask, mimicking her earlier question. You see Jesters smile drop a little.

"I made a really powerful man reeallly angry, but he was also a big jerk so he had it coming, *sigh* but to stay safe I have leave home."

"Can I come! I love adventuring and exploring, it’ll be sooooo much fun with someone else too!" You bounce on your feet and look at her expectantly. Jester did like the sound of having someone to travel with and an opportunity to talk more about the Traveler, and by the looks of things you didn’t have anyone else with you (which is a little sad for someone still so young).

"Of course you can!" Jaester agreed, having you around seemed like fun not to mention you reminded Jester of herself when she was young and couldn’t wait to introduce you to the ways of the Traveler and all the mischief you two would make. What could possibly go wrong?

Nott

Being the young runt in a clan of goblins made things hard for you, being seen as weak and useless lead to them constantly bullying and pushing you around. One day while forced to help carry some of the heavy equipment for the torturer you had slipped up causing everything you carried to crash to the ground. You try to ignore the yelling and ridicule from the torturer but you could feel the tears pricking your eyes which lead to more yelling, you slowly pick yourself up and start going to grab the equipment. It’s then you notice the stares of the assistant on you, you duck your head down lower and continue about your prior job.

Nott watched from a safe distance as her "boss" yelled at the smaller goblin, she knew better then to intervene. Still she couldn’t help but feel some pity for the little one as she understood what it’s like to be bullied for being different, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit to feeling her maternal instinct kick in for the child. When the torturer finally left Nott decided to make her move, carefully approaching them.

"It's no fun being bullied around is it." Her shrill voice causes you to stumble a bit. After a brief moment of pause you you slowly shake your head. "Do you even like it here?" You didn’t know what she was getting at, nonetheless you shake your head again. After a longer pause you figured the more one-sided conversation was done so you once again go back to heaving the equipment along.

"What if we could leave?" Now she had your full attention.

"H-how do we do that?" You voice came out quiet and scratchy, due to hardly using it.

"I’m not sure yet but I’ll figure something out."

"Ok… but why-why help me? I’m not very big or strong, I’d probably just hold you back." You look into her big yellow eyes in search of an answer, unsure if you could actually trust them.

"I used to feel the same, still do sometimes, but I think since we both don’t like it here we can help each other out." Being young the logic seemed sound enough for you.

"Alright, let's do it." You wanted to shout with excitement but kept you voice down not wanting to redraw the attention of the torturer.

"I’m…… Nott, that’s N-O-T-T." Nott gave you a faint smile, you stare at her with a confused expression which she catches onto. "Oh that’s right, you don’t know how to spell do you. That’s alright, can you tell me your name?"

"I don’t got one. They just call me runt because that’s what I am." You look down to the ground, suddenly finding it more interesting as you shuffle your feet about. Nott pondered on this for a moment before lighting up with an idea.

"How about I call you (y/n), has a good ring to it don’t you think?" The name sounded a little strange to you but in a good way, definatly not a traditional goblin name, still you liked it all the same. Giving Nott a nod and your first real toothy smile in awhile (hey that rhymed), you both decided to sneakily think of ways to free yourselves from the clan. What could possibly go wrong?

Caleb

The people here in Vergesson Sanatorium said you were psychotic. Being 5 you didn’t know what that meant, all you can remember is watching as the "pretty colours danced" and now you where here in this big boring building. They say it’s for your own good, that it’s the only place you’ll get the help and care you need. Again you didn’t quite understand what that was supposed to mean, you had asked if you could go home once but they said that this was your home now and it would have to be until you were older and fully recovered. Everything they said just left you confused and with more questions; why couldn’t you go home, what were you even recovering from, and many more all of which you never got the answer to. There were other people "like you" here but many of them didn’t seem much fun or up for a chat leaving you bored to wits end, but that all changed (when the fire nation attacked) when you bumped into someone while roaming around. You crane your neck up to see a man with messy reddish hair, next to him laying on the ground was a guard, you could recognize that uniform anywhere. The man then turns to look at you with a glare, you stare into his eyes for a moment before pointing to the guard.

"Is he sleeping?" It seemed like an odd question but you had always been a curious soul. The man looks between you and the guard, his glare having now turned into a deadpanned expression.

"Ja, he is." Is his responce to you before he starts walking away, you take this as a sign and follow him. Not without noticing a small red puddle by the guard as you pass them, however you just thought he must’ve had too much tomato juice before taking a nap. Continuing through the winding halls of the sanatorium you realize you’ve never been to this area yet.

"Where are we going?" You pipe up, causing the man to halt his movement in surprise so wrapped up in his objective he didn’t realize you had been following him.

"I am leaving." He put a big emphasis on the I hoping you take the hint, you didn’t.

"Can I come? Please it’s so boring here, everything’s the same, I wanna go outside and-"

"Stop!" You stop and look at him, his eyes calculating you, not that you would’ve caught onto that. After a moment of your little staring contest he mumbles something you can’t quite catch, other then the words "small" and "useful". "Very well," he says loud enough for you to hear now, "you may come along but you must listen and do exactly as I say, understand."

"Yeah, ok!" You couldn’t contain your enthusiasm, practically bouncing around, finally you could leave this boring place and go somewhere more exciting. You would’ve run to give this man a hug but he held up his hand, once again stopping you.

"First rule, none of this… over excitement. Second rule, stay as quiet as possible, we don’t want to attract any attention." You immediately stop and give a slight nod to show him you were listening, just like he’d asked. After what felt like hours of wandering to you, you finally find yourself back in the colourful outside world, it’s also at this time you realized you never gave this man your name.

"I just remembered that I forgot to tell you my name's (y/n). What’s yours?" You look to him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you his name. He turns to you, a slight annoyed expression on his face. Opening his mouth to say something he hesitates.

"My name… is… not important right now." He says, carefully picking his choice of words. "First we must focus on leaving the area undetected, and remember to stay quiet." You give a quiet "oh yeah" before following his lead and sneaking off. At last you were free from the sanatorium, with a strange and scruffy man… What could possibly go wrong?

Caduceus

You pushed through the thick vegetation that surrounded the area going as fast as your legs could carry you. You can hear your mothers words repeating in your head; "My child, you must hurry! Go! Seek help at the Blooming Grove!" You’d heard of the place before, from others in your clan, but never visited it yourself. None of that mattered at the moment as you continued to traverse through the sharp, thorny vines, giving little thought to the various cuts you were receiving. Finally after days of running and hiding you see a graveyard, and based upon what you were told it matched the description of the Blooming Grove. You only take a few steps forward before your knees buckle under you, the exhaustion of tireless travel and the various wounds having finally crept up on you to take their toll. You pass out soon after.

Another day of tending to the graves of the departed had become a pleasant routine for Caduceus, however he did have to admit it felt lonesome since the last of his family had left to seek a cure for the blight that plagued the area. The sound of a soft thud draws him away from his thoughts, he looks over his shoulder but doesn’t see anything at first. Slowly he makes his way over to the source of the sound and scans the area, surprised to find a rather young firbolg laying unconscious a few feet from the entrance of the temple. He scans the area again but finds no one else in the immediate vicinity, as he makes his way closer to the child he soon notices the many cuts and bruises that litter their body. It's as if some maternal instinct kicked in as Caduceus carefully gathers the child into his arms and brings them into the temple without a second thought. He gently lays them on one of his sisters beds and begins treating their wounds, patching up the smaller cuts with bandage and using his magic to heal the more concerning gashes that covered the youngling.

You slowly creak your eyes open and immediately notice your new surroundings, you also couldn’t help but notice the bandages that now coverered your arms and legs. "Good to see you’re finally awake." You shift you’re attention to the door where the pink haired firbolg stands with what looks to be a fresh kettle of tea. "I’m Caduceus." He says gently, seeing the slight confusion on your face.

"Ummm… hi. I’m (y/n)." Despite everything you find it hard to form words, settling on the awkward greeting. He laughs softly before setting down the kettle and pouring a cup of tea, the gentle aroma wafting around you. He silently offers you a cup which you happily accept, the awkwardness of earlier quickly melting away.

"So tell me (y/n), what are you doing here all alone?" He gives you a concerned look, you shuffle in place, trying to find the right words to use.

"My… my home got raided by a tribe of forest giants, my family tried to settle things calmly but they wouldn’t listen. My momma told me to look for help at the Blooming Grove, and from what I was told this seems to be the place." The was a long pause once you finished your story, the silence feeling suffocating the longer it went on.

"I’m sorry that happened to you, and while you did find your way here I… I’ve been the only one here for the last 5 maybe 6 years now." The information slowly sinks in and as it does your ears flatten and your tail wraps around your legs, curling yourself into a ball. Tears well up in your eyes at the thought of everything you did being for nothing, only when you felt Caduceus' hand gently place itself on your back did you snap back to reality and redirect your attention onto him. "It’s not all bad if you think about it."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You’re still alive and you were able to make through the dangers of the forest and find your way here without ever having been here before. I don’t think that’s just some coincidence, I believe you were guided here for a reason, that somehow someday you and I will have a greater role to fulfill."

"You really think so?" You rub the tears from your eyes a bit and give him a rather adorable doe eyed stare. He gives you a kind smile and nods. His words defiantly helped you feel a little better, and the both of you now had each other for company until destiny decided to call you elsewhere. What could possibly go wrong?

Part 2 will be out soon-ish (hopefully) with the rest of the Mighty Nein I didn’t feature here (obviously)

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moveslikebucky · 4 years

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Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Indiana Jones Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Arnold Ernst Toht, Sallah (Indiana Jones), Rene Belloq Additional Tags: Indiana Jones Fusion, Canon Compliant, If You Squint - Freeform, Pulp Adventure, nazis but they all die, Strong Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mutual Pining, Ark of the Covenant, References to Ancient Egypt, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), First Kiss, Fade to Black, slight mentions of trueforms, the inherent tenderness of healing miracles, crowley unionizes some snakes, and gets trapped in a glass case of Emotion, but really it's just a demon trap, Alcohol, Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, bickerflirting, Post-Scene: St James's Park 1862 (Good Omens), it's not like right after but it's important, die nazi scum, Animal Death, but the animal works for the nazis so, temporary implied discorporation, don't worry he's fine Summary:

CHAPTER 2 - REVAMPED AND RENEWED!

As y’all know from my post on Tuesday, I have revised and re-edited the first two chapters of my Raiders of the Lost Ark fusion; so here is Chapter 2! After this I’ll be posting on Thursdays starting with Chapter 3 next week! Snippet below, followed by the link to AO3 <3 <3

And a big major thank you as always to @yamisnuffles for making this exist with her screen cap redraws, to @narumikaiko for amazing beta work, and @luritto for the brit-picking - and to everyone in GPH, SOSH, WPH, and MoFu for their cheerleading on this! I love y’all so much!

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Cairo, Egypt. 1936

The flight from Nepal was awkward to say the least. Aziraphale was struggling with his thoughts; so many things he could say. That he wanted to say. All of them boiling down to the barest of apologies before they could force their way out of his mouth. Based on how much Crowley was fidgeting in his seat, he was pretty sure they were in similar boats in this situation.

It was strange to consider. They had gone longer without speaking. Whole millennia in a couple of instances. This time felt different. This time felt like there was a line drawn in the sand, waiting for one of them to cross it. Crowley had always been an unstoppable force; Aziraphale, in this case, was the immovable object. Stuck in a stalemate of little more than pride.

Aziraphale risks a glance in Crowley’s direction, finds ochre eyes fixed on his own. He smiles nervously, darting his eyes back away and worrying at the ring on his little finger. Aziraphale wonders when exactly Crowley had started making him this particular brand of anxious.

“How is it that I tempted humans into knowledge, and you ended up a professor?” Crowley says clearing his throat, breaking the silence, “What did your lot have to say about that?”

“Nothing at all, actually. Seems they’re still a bit behind on paperwork from the Great War, they’ve left me alone for several decades now.” Aziraphale relaxes a bit, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders.

“Nice then, innit?” Crowley was doing his best to use the airplane seat in the most incorrect way possible, “Do what you want, they just bugger off. Haven’t heard from my lot in a while either, figured it was the geography. They’re probably just as swamped as yours though.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Aziraphale says, smiling kindly at a stewardess who hands him a package of peanuts, “Tell me more about Nepal, how on earth did you end up somewhere so dreadfully cold?”

“Dunno, really,” Crowley says, grinning from ear to ear, “beacon of bad ideas and dangerous people, seemed a good idea at the time, I guess.”

Maybe this isn’t such a lost cause, Aziraphale thinks to himself as he feels the frozen decades between them start to melt, maybe we can at least get back to where we were.

A few hours later, stepping off of the airplane and onto the tarmac in Cairo, Aziraphale steals a glance at Crowley. He’s stretching his arms high over his head, as though reaching up to touch the sun. Probably hadn’t seen good sunlight in years. It would be no surprise to Aziraphale to see some of Crowley’s more snake-like tendencies come out here, where the air is warm and dry.6 He immediately averts his gaze when Crowley’s shirt rides up just a bit too high. Sure enough, there are the beginning of scales creeping up his spine.

Aziraphale swallows hard and bids his heart to quit pounding as Crowley turns back to him with a smile. It’s one of pure unbridled happiness tinged with just a bit of mischief. Aziraphale rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance in the face of his own affections, and scans the area. Soon enough he notices a short man in a smart cream suit hurrying towards them.

“Ezra, my old friend! Welcome! Welcome to Cairo; city of the living! Paradise on Earth,” Sallah pulls Aziraphale into a friendly hug, practically lifting him off the ground.

Aziraphale was always happy to see a friendly face, especially one of his oldest human friends. He and Sallah had worked together in the early twenties, and there was no one he could count on more for this.

“It’s good to see you again, my friend,” Aziraphale says with a wide smile, “And how are Fayah and the kids? I believe in our last correspondence you said there were eight of them now?”

“Nine as it were! It’s been a while since I’ve written,” Sallah looks over to Crowley, a bit perplexed, “And who is your friend here?”

Crowley extends a hand, “Crowley, I’m an...associate of Dr. Fell’s.” Crowley shoots a rather pointed look in Aziraphale’s direction, raising his eyebrow, before Sallah pulls him into a bone-breaking hug. Aziraphale suppresses a laugh at Crowley’s clear discomfort before Sallah lets him go.

“Any friend of Ezra’s is a friend of mine, indeed,” he says with a laugh that shakes through his whole body, “Come, you are both welcome in our home! We will discuss Tanis there.”

Sallah hurries ahead of them to his truck and Aziraphale turns to Crowley.

“What?” Aziraphale asks, not meeting Crowley’s gaze.

“ Ezra? ” the demon asks, grinning like a madman. “Really?”

Aziraphale huffs indignantly, “What’s wrong with my alias?”

“Nothing,” Crowley says, face softening, “suits you, sort of.”

Aziraphale knows the tips of his ears must be turning pink, but he ignores it. “Oh, well, thank you.” His eyes dart away from Crowley’s face, unable to reconcile the softness of that smile with the warmth in his chest. Aziraphale tries his best not to look at him as they clamber into the truck.

The trip to Sallah’s home is uneventful, but Aziraphale holds onto his worries. The strange German man from the bar had escaped, and though Aziraphale would love to think that was the last of it, he’s sure their troubles aren’t over.

Given his time here on Earth though, was that really so out of the ordinary? He and Crowley both had seen so much in their millennia of life, been party to so many wars and acts of espionage. Of kings and countries, warlords and barbarians, even of God and Lucifer themselves. This would be just another drop in that bucket.

Aziraphale looks out the window, keeping a watch on surroundings as they drive into Cairo proper. He can tell Crowley is on edge, too. They’ve been in situations like this before, but independently of each other. Usually Crowley would be the one sweeping in at the end and saving him. He didn’t need Crowley to save him now, he’d been doing this for years at this point.

[Continue Reading on AO3]

#link #fic #my fic #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #indiana jones #raiders of the lost ark fusion #there's a monkey in this chapter!#but WATCH OUT!

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