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genericpuff · 5 months

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All That Glitters is Not Feminism - An Analysis of LO's Brand of "Feminism" and What Remains of its Fanbase (A Prologue)

So I referenced a certain article in a recent reblog/ask response and I just need to talk about it because what the actual fuck-

This has to have been written by either a bot or a hater who's reached peak god tier level at playing the long con sarcasm game because NOTHING about this feels sincere or even factual. Much of it almost has to be read in a mocking tone for it to make any real sense.

It says "Lore Olympus" (literally in quotations) in just about every single paragraph over and over again and every single talking point revolves EXCLUSIVELY around Persephone, which I suppose comes as no surprise considering that seems to be all the comic - and its fanbase - cares about at this point.

I really love (/s) how Persephone's "evolution" is being naive and then 'blossoming' into an independent woman who relies entirely on the rich man who groomed her to solve all her problems.

Also all she's done since becoming Queen of the Underworld is abuse lower class people. That's the stuff feminist dreams are made of <3

While we're talking about the main leads, "poster child" is definitely a word for Hades, I think a more appropriate term would be "literal child". And boy howdy, 'god of consent' sure is a title to give the guy who ripped out a lower class satyr's eyeball and beat him half to death.

This man owns slaves, btw. And both he and his "powerful wife" are equally horrible to lower class people, especially women.

This is hands-down the funniest section of the article and we're only three bullet points in.

Thetis and Persephone have never even so much as spoken one word to each other outside of the courtroom that Thetis technically put her in after plotting against her for an entire season.

Eros is a man. Nothing wrong with that but it comes with the unintentional icky hilarity of implying that because Eros is the gay best friend, that means he's a woman.

They literally don't read this fucking comic-

Everyone always relies on this weird talking point of Demeter not being able to "let Persephone go"... y'all, she just didn't want Persephone to outright move to Olympus, she wanted her to commute. That was it! That was literally the only problem! She wasn't preventing Persephone from pursuing a higher education or telling her she wasn't allowed to work, she literally fucking encouraged it! And with the added later context of Persephone killing a bunch of mortals - and, ironically, the fact that Persephone was assaulted/put in harm's way by TWO SEPARATE MEN in the first two days of her time in Olympus - yeah, I don't blame Demeter for not wanting her daughter to move cold turkey actually LOL

Also hilarious that they claim Rachel has turned "tradition" into "innovation" when the only thing she's managed to do is set back modern feminism in her young adult readers by 80 years and re-establish misogynist brainwashing in her adult ones. Rachel, your fanbase was literally shipping a victim of abuse with her abuser just a few days ago.

oh boy this is uh

this is some cult shit ngl

and the "rewriting the script of Greek mythology" part is VERY concerning knowing what we know about Lore Olympus and who it was written by. This is literally cultural appropriation, full stop, and it exists because Lore Olympus - and works like it, made by people like Rachel - exists.

I can't even commit to the original theory that this was written by a bot because it all feels very pointed and intenetional. This is being written by someone who, at the very least, REALLY sucks at media analysis and writing, because the entire article is just "Lore Olympus, buzzword, Lore Olympus, buzzword, buzzword, Lore Olympus", it's like a white knight incantation for guilty virtue signallers who have zero clue what they're talking about. And at worst, yes, it's appropriation from someone who doesn't mind taking a culture's stories and myths and promoting their erasure by people outside of the culture like Rachel.

And that's it, that's literally the article lmao

*EDIT: There was a section here before addressing the writer of the article from a very opinionated POV that, while isn't unusual for what I do here, did feel necessary to remove after I was contacted by the article writer who addressed the flaws in their original article and is now seeking to correct them with revisions/an article rewrite. So I felt it only fair as a compromise to at least remove that section as it really doesn't have a whole lot to do with this post as a whole and can be removed without entirely ruining the flow of this analysis. If/when that article is rewritten, I'll be revisiting this post and my overall analysis !

And honestly, it's all really telling, because this does accurately reflect the state of the LO fanbase.

Not only do many of the people who defend this comic like it's their job not pick up on the blatant misogynist tones that are going on in its narrative (I can't even call them "undertones" anymore, they're no longer that subtle) but whether or not they even read the comic at all is up for debate with how much stuff they tend to get wrong in their own arguments and justifications. And this is something that's VERY regularly seen in the fanbase discussions, readers will constantly be unaware of things that happened because they skimmed through it at lightning speed just to see if Hades and Persephone kiss and so they can get the top comment on Webtoons so they can be "ahead of the fanbase". It's no wonder that Rachel has gotten used to getting away with retconning things because her fanbase didn't even read what she established the first time.

Rachel's fanbase was literally defending the romance ship of an abuser and his victim on the newest FP episode preview. When that FP episode came out two nights ago and Hera said, point blank, that he didn't love her but abused her, I could only think of that portion of the fanbase who was very audibly simping over Kronos in the IG comment section. Are they actually having their moment of shameful clarity now? Or are they just gonna move the goalposts and pretend that didn't happen?

I don't want to say anything bad about Shelby here because she really seems like she's fighting for her life on this site that she's trying to get off the ground, but a lot of her other articles also come across as very one-note while being peppered with buzzwords that make it seem like what she's talking about is "progressive" when it really isn't. Case in point, Lessons in Chemistry has been commonly criticized for not actually appealing to the demographic that its Mary Sue-ish main character is supposed to represent - women in STEM career fields.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Lore Olympus is not 'feminism', it's white feminism that is designed to appeal to predominantly heterocis white women who think the solution to misogyny is to willingly submit to it and accept the status quo - that it's "empowering" if the woman is smiling and having all her needs paid for by a man. Sure, I can accept that different women will be looking for different relationship dynamics, some women genuinely are happy being in a relationship where they support their husbands first and foremost. But can that truly be called feminism? Or is the real feminism the choices we make along the way that we should be given the freedom to make?

It says a lot about the folks who tend to regularly prop up LO on a pedestal like this as some "revolution in feminism" despite the contrary after spending more than just 30 seconds skimming the attention-grabbing art, and Shelby is just one of many. She's not the worst of the bunch, though.

That goes to someone else who I want to give proper light to in their own essay. Someone who definitely earned a good stern talking-to this past week and has, thankfully, had consequences dished out to her for her horrible actions towards queer POC writers.

If you know, you know. If you don't, buckle up.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus

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batbabydamian · 3 months

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🦇🐥 Batman and Robin (2023) #5 rambling and a conspiracy theory lol

tbh this is the most exciting issue for me since…the first one 💀 i’m going to talk about the story and art separately because Nikola Cizmesija’s one of my favorite action focused comic artists so this issue’s a treat 😭

Alfred used to mediate during a lot of Bruce and Damian’s early relationship, so it’s refreshing to see Bruce take more initiative involving himself in Damian’s life even if it’s for a case lol

a couple instances of Alfred’s fatherly support on behalf of Bruce and Damian from Batman and Robin (2011) #2, 4, 39 and Teen Titans (2016) #1

Damian seems to take Bruce's involvement more as a sign he’s not reliable rather than Bruce finally just. being around to help him. which is fair 😭

this is complementary to Cizmesija’s art, but i love this half of the page so bad 😭 the negative space and the shaded foreground with Damian mid-run gives this feeling of time kinda stopping for us to really feel the impact of Damian’s entrance AND the effect it has on Bruce, like!! that wide eyed expression in the below panel!! 😭

Bruce’s quiet “you can do it, son” to A FULL BODY CHEER OF “GO, DAMIAN!” Bruce witnessing Damian be great outside of Robin, and on top of that it’s just another mundane moment that Bruce has wanted with Damian 😭

this is such a goofy bully line sdfgh though the whole “broken” bit might be a callback to Batman and Robin (2011) #1, in that Bruce is really trying to do his job as a father here or i'm likely reading way too into it

SO the “shocking ending” of Zach being Zsasz’s kid was definitely a surprise but then got me wondering what is up with Williamson doing reveals of new kids for villains lol otherwise, the hints in the issue were neat!

the tally marks!! at least tallying blocks is pretty innocent compared to kills 😭

and Damian would recognize how Zsasz moves, since he’s personally fought him before in Streets of Gotham (2009)!! very much not in a sport, but uh maybe it was to Zsasz

the art!! first a shoutout to the colorist Rex Lokus for giving Damian his green eyes and maybe melanin (it didn’t look consistent throughout so i say maybe)!! 😭 also a Talia by Cizmesija!! even though this panel calls her a “not great” teacher…💀

SUCH A FUN PAGE 😭 i’ve been into montage scenes lately lol and i love how quickly Cizmesija establishes Damian’s routine - Tues, Wed, and Fri are the funniest for me!! Damian grumpily getting lectured by his teacher in the foreground while his classmate’s still visibly steaming from the hit he took LOL, DAMIAN’S BUG EYED STARE WITH HIS SUNGLASSES UP, and then Damian looming. stealthily. in a tree. while some kid is blatantly pointing him out HAHA 😭

Cizmesija’s use of motion lines and effects when conveying movement is so cool!! the shonen manga vibes jumps out!! the smoke/dust trails following the movements; the limbs and soccer ball having a sort of blur effect with the motion lines. V COOL.

which leads to my favorite part of Cizmesija’s work - HIS IMPACT SHOTS!!

more motion lines and effects!! the splatter effects!! the arcs!! the jolting impacts!! GRRAAHH!! the setup to that impact shot of Zach's block is so great, and then following with Damian's reaction!! i almost wish that "???" wasn't there, just because that expression of stunned silence already feels so loud!!

last thoughts about Cizmesija's art is that i'm really hoping for a showdown between Damian and Zach next issue because i need to see a Damian fight scene in Nikola Cizmesija-fashion 😭 we get a taste of it with Orca and soccer but i NEED MORE LOL for now, dropping the moment when Damian overpowers Zsasz, in Batman: Streets of Gotham #11 since it was such an epic moment

okay SLAPPING MY CONSPIRACY BOARD!! so on another note Principal Stone being Shush is starting to feel like a red herring and Ms. Heather Hall could actually be Shush. Shush’s main point about Damian as his instructor was emphasizing how much potential he has, but the “wrong” influence could affect that

Stone and Hall have made the same observation about Damian’s potential, but the difference is how they address that - one wants Bruce to be more involved while the other wants Bruce to back off

Stone acknowledged Damian can take care of himself but still wants Bruce to step up in Damian’s life; Hall says it’s okay to be a helicopter parent BUT implies giving Damian space (which we already know Bruce has given so much of after Alfred’s death to the point of neglect 😭)

Hall even suggests moving Damian on to college, which would estrange Damian further. also idk how Damian kicking his teammates/bullies asses at soccer is really “making friends” lol

and of all the subjects she’s teaching, it’s AP Biology - according to the current case Batman and Robin are working on, which is centered around DNA-sequencing, it makes Hall the perfect accomplice to Langstrom

this is where my brain started reaching because i laughed at first at how specific that comparison is, but then it just made me think of how Shush’s first introduction was sniping Bruce LOL anyway, Bruce’s reaction is me 😭

one more Cizmesija appreciation panel - the lil running effects behind Damian :)

#rambling #CONTINUING CONSPIRACY THOUGHTS adding an anomaly like Zach to the soccer team would justify Damian joining them #otherwise he’d join and then he would find nothing but soccer if Stone really isn’t Shush #if im wrong then WHOOPS LOL i do find Ms. Hall's support for Damian sweet so i wouldnt mind tho Damian being wrong would suck asdfg #now that i think about it Damian going to college would be a neat development. let him study to be a veterinarian or artist or smth lol #the other action focused artist i would LOVE to see give Damian a fight scene is Daniele Di Nicuolo 😭#I EAT HIS ART UPPP #where Cizmesija is heavily shonen manga influenced Nicuolo is heavily shonen anime influenced esp like Trigger studio artists YUM

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umbraastaff · 1 year

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There are two figures silhouetted against the iceberg's eerie glow. Both humanoids. The first is curled over the second protectively, and the second seems to be reaching back, trying to do the same.

Barry contemplates this for a minute. He's for sure not powerful enough to bend the ice apart, and even if he was, there's no guarantee he could do it without hurting them. Assuming they're alive, anyway, which is a long shot in itself.

But he's out here alone, and this floating mass of ice might float away if he leaves it alone to go get help. So, feeling a bit like an idiot, he starts whacking at it with his club.

A few hits later and he's being blasted in the face by pressurized air. Oh, shit, the ice was hollow. With that knowledge, he smashes through more of it, to where the two figures have now fallen limp to the ground.

They're nearly identical, and they've both got long ears, like… elves. Like air nomads.

He hovers awkwardly over both of them, trying to figure out what the fuck to do. They are both comically underdressed for the weather, in elven wear designed for the light, free movements of airbenders, not for the warmth needed by earthbound (icebound) peoples. But he can see their breathing, so shallow and fragile; they're both going to die if he doesn't do anything.

Barry pulls his coat off; adrenaline lets him ignore the frozen air for now as he starts shifting them so he can get it underneath, keep their backs from lying flat against the icy ground. But as he lifts the first one, she groans, and he startles, jostling her slightly.

Her eyes fly open, and she punches him in the gut. It's definitely not at full power, being in an awkward position and half-frozen, but she clearly knows where to aim: the breath is knocked out of him, letting her shove him away and scramble to her knees.

Then she sees her twin, and she grabs his shoulders. "Taako! Taako, wake up," she hisses desperately. Her eyes only flick over to Barry once more, making sure he's staying back. Slowly, Taako comes to.

"Five more minutes," he says faintly.

"No! Get up! We're at the fucking– what pole is this?" She asks Barry sharply, pupils in slits.

"The– We're– South pole," he says, wide-eyed.

"We're at the south pole!"

That seems to wake Taako up more; he sits up of his own volition, at least. Then he twists and stretches a little, and hops to his feet with unnatural dexterity: the grace of someone being lifted by the air itself. A staff flies into his hand from the ground. "Who's this clown?"

"I don't know, I literally woke up five seconds before you. Where's my staff?"

She climbs back into the broken iceberg to look around, and Taako looks at Barry. "So what's your deal, Bluejeans?"

"Barry– I'm Barry," he says. "I'm, like, I live here. What were you doing in a fuckin' iceberg?"

Taako shrugs flippantly. Lup stands triumphantly, a bright red umbrella held up above her head. "Fuck yes!" It's in impressively good condition for apparently being frozen in this iceberg for however long. As are both of the elves.

Lup looks down to see Barry gathering his outer coat up from the ground, and her gaze softens a little in realization of what he must've been doing with it. "You should put that back on, dude, it's cold."

"I mean– I've still got thicker clothes than you without it, s-so–" Barry starts, clearly shivering. He tries to hold it out towards either one of them, but she shakes her head and nudges it back to him.

"We're good, but thanks. You should get that on before you get pneumonia."

He clearly doesn't find that a satisfactory explanation, but he can't find the words to object in the moment, either. He awkwardly starts pulling his coat back on.

"Barry, yeah? I'm Lup," says the one that isn't Taako.

"You're elves, right?"

"Uh, yeah," says Taako, ears a-twitch. "What, you can't tell?"

"Uh, how… How long were you guys in there?"

Lup frowns, turning to Taako with a furrowed brow. "Uh, like… a few days? However long it takes to float here from the Southern Air Temple? Speaking of, they're probably suuuper worried, so as cute as you are, we should probably be getting back–"

Barry's too shocked to even react to being called cute. "There's people there?"

"Yes?" Taako says; even he's letting concern color his voice now, though his ridiculously large hat covers most of his expression.

"Why wouldn't there be?" Lup asks, rounding on Barry as her expression hardens.

Barry covers his mouth with a hand.

#taz balance #the adventure zone #taz au #atla #lup #taako #barry bluejeans #mine #writes #balance #atla au #guess what ive been rewatching!#i have a whole thing with vague placements of characters n stuff but this one might be more of a prompt fueled oneshots au than a #whole massive story #im already committed to one huge gd crossover au ok so help me god #this is fun though

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anxi-writes · 1 year

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Swerve

Swerve frowned as he swirled around the last of the energex in his servo. The bar had been running out of energex at an alarming rate lately. Usually, he had more than enough energex to last until the ship’s next stop. But apparently not this time.

“Alright, time to get more I guess, even though we shouldn’t be this low on energex, I guess it’s just an unlucky day or week? Ah- anyways I’m going to go off to the storage room to get more,” Swerve said to no one in particular before departing to the storage room for more energex.

He was uh rather shocked to say the least when he opened the storage door to find you. You were sitting on the floor, leaning against a pile of bottles for support. You giggled as Swerve’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You gave him a definitely-not-sober grin before chugging an entire bottle of energex in a sitting.

“Y/n! I don’t think you should be having that- it’s not safe for human consumption at all from what I’ve seen and read. If you wanted alcohol so badly I could’ve got some for you-“ he was cut off quickly when a carton of energex threatened to fall on top of you. He quickly scooted over, guiding you away from your spot. You just laughed as you replied with what could barely be considered words.

“Oh primus, are you okay y/n? Not just from that box almost falling on you, like don’t get me wrong that would still be bad, but how is your… stomach feeling? I- Magnus is going to kill me or even worse Ratchet,” He added on, continuing to ramble further before you interrupted him by tapping him on the leg.

“Pshhh, I am perfectly fine and perfect,” you commented, stumbling around a little bit, “Plus, It can’t kill me, I’m not hic mortal”

Swerve stopped talking, his mouth hanging open once again. It didn’t take him long to shut his mouth and to start talking again though, “You’re immortal? Like a superhero from one of those comics you humans have? Can you grow your limbs back-? Is that a silly question? Ah forget it”

And so your hazey drunken mind had to answer all of Swerve’s questions whilst the bar wondered where their bartender had wandered off to.

Rung

Rung tweaked his newest model kit, adding on details he missed during his last session with his client. He glanced at his datapad, it blinked with a reminder that you would be coming in for your weekly session. He smiled gently before bringing his attention to the door. You were on time for these sessions, claiming that you needed every minute you could get to let out your frustrations.

So it alarmed him when 20 minutes passed in human time and you hadn’t yet arrived. He frowned slightly, he had already sent you a message ten minutes ago. It was strange. First, the energex from Swerve’s bar had suddenly started disappearing. Now you were late to your appointment? It worried him.

He walked towards your room, pausing when he noticed the ajar door, “y/n? Are you alright?”

No response of any kind. Maybe you were too caught up with your friends and had forgotten to shut the door? Rung’s hand hovered over the door knob, unable to stop his optics from pondering into your room. Lucky for him you happened to be in there. He smiled softly as he gently pushed open the door.

“Y/n? You’re late to our session and I was wondering if you decided to cancel at the last minute-“ He quickly stopped talking once he realised the situation you were in. You were half laying off your bed with a bottle of cybertronian alcohol. He quickly rushed into your room, closing the door quietly behind him. You could barely comprehend what was going on before the bottle in your hand was missing and was instead in Rung’s servo, “Oh gosh..”

You pouted as you realised the last of your drink was taken from you. Rung lead you into your bathroom, urging you to purge into the toilet or sink. He was saying things like “this isn’t good” and “we’re going to see Ratchet” among other stuff. It took all of your remaining strength to pull away from him and put on a semi-serious face expression.

“Cybertron alcohol is sooo good- don’t take this away from me Ruuuung,” You begged him, your cheeks flushed from all of the alcohol. It didn’t seem like you were getting through to him. This probably looked like self destructive behaviour to him after all.

“I am not being s-stuped! You see, I am, not.. mortal!” You announce to him with jazz hands before managing to pass out. Rung caught your unconscious form as he took a few minutes to process what exactly was happening. You were immortal? You never mentioned that in your therapy sessions. He would have to bring it up when you recovered from your eventual hangover.

#anxicast #lost light #maccadam #mtmte #transformers #swerve #rung #swerve x reader #rung x reader #mtmte x reader #transformers x reader #rung x immortal!reader #rung x human!reader #swerve x immortal!reader #swerve x human!reader #anxi writes

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cydanite · 2 years

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Swamp Duo AU: A Conversation Over Tea.

4/9 - (FIRST) (<PREV<) (>NEXT>) (AU MASTERPOST)

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“Hopefully this is comfortable enough. I don’t really have space for guests inside, especially, uh...” Shelby takes another look at her new-found neighbor. For all she doesn’t know about them, they for certain are a lot bigger, scalier, and slimier then most other visitors she gets. The fish person, who she still doesn’t know the name of, carefully sits down on the wool blanket she'd set on the muddy ground. Their steaming cup of tea comically small within their glove-like hands.

“It’s fine. Thank you.”

She gives a stiff smile, sitting down as nonchalantly as possible at the other end of the blanket. On the ground the difference in size felt a lot more apparent. The way they hunch over to face her better. Their long arms extended awkwardly in front of them, how easily they could strike her while she struggles to stand back up. No, she breaths. No need to make rude assumptions until those assumptions have any backing in reality. The smile gets a bit less forced.

“So uh, we haven’t done introductions yet! My name’s Shelby. I’m a witch. N-not the scary kind though! And in training! I’ve been living here in the Evermoor for a few months now to focus on my studies and to help the people living nearby when they need magic! It’s a part of the Witch Academy curriculum.”

The fish person gives a small nod before turning to take a sip of their tea. They stare absentmindedly at something behind her. Man, she wasn’t good at leading conversations. She clears her throat a little before continuing on.”

“And, um, what’s your name?”

Her guest snaps back to look at her.

“Oh, uh. Jimmy.”

What a weird name for a 12-foot fish monster. Definitely the last thing she expected.

“Jimmy, that’s a nice name! I actually know a Jimmy!” She takes another sip of her tea. It burns her tongue a little. “And- and I don’t mean this to be rude at all! But uh, what are you, exactly Jimmy?”

The now Jimmy looks down into his cup for a second, brows slightly furrowed.

“Y’know I… I’m actually not entirely sure. A, um. A cod I guess.”

“… No.”

“No?”

“I mean- ack! I just, I’ve seen cod before and they’re usually… kinda small? And limbless and don’t talk. And they don’t live 1000 years. Wait are you what cod become if they live 1000 years?”

“No no, I mean, maybe? These are the questions I probably should have asked…” he pauses for a second before quickly taking a sip of tea. “I’d say probably not, I had limbs 1000 years ago so...”

“So you’re 2000 years old?” Shelby leaned forwards.

“I don’t want to be 2000 years old! That’s too old!”

“I... guess there is a 1000 year difference between being 2000 and 1000 years old.”

“1000 is too old too!" He sighs, exasperated. "Never mind. I’m getting myself confused” Jimmy slumped a bit more, pouting into his cup.

Before she can help herself, she lets out a small giggle. It was half the good idea of laughing to diffuse the tension and half the bad idea of laughing because seeing this fish person getting so worked up was just a bit funny to watch. Jimmy’s reaction looks a smidge surprised, he at least stops pouting when he looks at her, but he doesn't maul her for her slight faux-pas. Whew.

She sips her tea again. It's a smidge too cold now.

“I guess it doesn’t matter too much. But I have some smart friends I could ask, if you’d like to try and find out what you are?”

“What, with the witches?”

“Oh no! I mean-" She chokes a second. "Maybe they’d know? But uh, my friend here would be quicker to ask! And sending mail takes a while, y’know? Or I guess not since you live in the swamp. Or the sea?”

Jimmy looks past her again, cradling the cup in his hands. It's probably empty, given how large he is. If it got awkward again she could go back inside to refill it.

“I used to live in a swamp. When I had to leave it I lived in the sea instead. And then I guess I ended up in another swamp.” He puts his cup to his mouth again. She’s starting to suspect it’s definitely empty and he’s just doing that to be polite. Or for a pause, as is the purpose of talking over tea.

“This swamp is nice though! Didn’t have these kinds of trees at my old one.”

“Yeah, haha! They’re everywhere. You kinda uprooted one when you came out of the ground there.”

Jimmy looks behind them at the massive hole in the earth he was slumbering in an hour ago. “Oh, uh, sorry about that.”

“No it’s good! It’s good. I’ve been chopping them down around here so you’ve kinda helped me out a little!”

“Oh, okay.” He takes another fake sip.

She sips the last of her now cold tea in solidarity. Ugh, it was getting awkward again. With the catalyst of tea gone there was nothing left for them to do but talk about themselves. And that sucked. She instead stands up.

“If it’s alright, I’m gonna go message one of those smart friends I mentioned earlier, okay?” She gestures behind her, the universal symbol of “I’m going over there now”.

“Oh! Yeah sure. I thought you said mail would be too slow though?”

“Right! Right, I should have mentioned.” She puts her hands on her hips. It should be mentioned with a bit of authority, she thinks.

“I’m. An Emperor!” She realizes why she didn’t mention it. “Do you even know what that is?”

They’re staring again, right into her eyes. Or maybe it’s through her eyes. A few more second pass than she would like... she's made it weird again. She should start explaining it now.

“An emp-”

“I know what it means.”

Ah. Okay then! Explaining that the ground is magic and slightly sentient and gives whoever promises to take care of it and the living things within it cool powers like not-dying and being able to instantly communicate with other Emperors is one more thing she can remove from her to-do list. Neat!

“Alright, I’ll do that then. You stay comfy, okay?” She turns around before Jimmy can respond, which would have been rude if he did respond. Luckily he didn't, resolving to stare at nothing again. Shelby quietly releases a sigh crammed in her chest and pulls up her messages with Pixlriffs, the archaeologist that lived further inland. The tea was a good idea! It had broken the ice a little and that was all she'd wanted it to do. But it didn’t make the situation as a whole any less anxiety-inducing. She types up a quick message, trying not to let her nerves show in her writing.

ShubbleYT: Hey Pix! Nothing serious at all! Just was wondering if you knew anything about fish people? Since you’re smart and all. Thanks!

Perfect.

She looks back at Jimmy, who was now starring at his hand, opening and closing his fingers like he'd never seen them before... she turns again so they don't catch her staring, nerves making her shoulders tense. Sigh…hopefully Pix will have slightly more of a clue than she does.

#This scene made more sense to do in writing than through drawings. It came surprisingly naturally and I'm pretty happy with it!#swamp duo au #empires smp au #empires au #esmp au #empires smp #esmp #empires shubble #empires shelby #shubble #shubbleyt #empires jimmy #empires solidarity #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #the codfather #mcyt #mcytblr

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Worlds Change When Eyes Meet - Joseph Quinn x Reader, Part 3

Ok so it’s safe to admit I had half of this part written last night on my laptop, so I threw the rest together tonight. I know I keep saying it, but I’m so overwhelmed by the love. Thank you ALL so much! Here’s part 3!

Tag Requests: @sadbitchfangirl

Summary: It’s time for the London & Film Comic Con, you’re surprising your niece for her birthday by taking her to meet & greet with Joseph Quinn. It doesn’t turn out to be just a meet. Is this love at first sight for you both? Or is it all just some stupid crush.

Warnings: some angst, mild smut and the worst fluff you can possibly imagine, sorry our boys just too sickeningly cute

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You sit up suddenly in the middle of the night, your chest heaving violently. A nightmare, one that makes everything feel so god damn real. You wipe the sweat off of your forehead, clenching your face into your quilt. The nightmare was of course, him. How could he be involved in such a horrible thing? It will of definitely had something to do with the day before, the craziness that happened so quickly. You turn to tap your phone at the side of you, revealing '4:17am'. No notifications, just an update required for your phone. No. Dozens of thoughts running across your brain. What time is it in America? Has Joe landed there yet? Has he gotten there safely? Does he really want you after all of that? Of course he does, right? You settle back down, staring at the dark, empty ceiling. You don't want to return back to your sleepless state just in case he calls, just in case he messages. Counting sheep is the worst idea, so you just ponder your thoughts. Dangerous, yes. What if he's really done with you before it even started?

You must have fallen asleep at some point, you wake to the sound of chirping birds and sunlight beaming down through your window, poking you in the eye ever so slightly. Turning over, again tapping your phone. Nothing. Nothing at all. It's now 9:00am. Your heart drops, your stomach once filled with butterflies is purely empty. He's gone and it hits you. You sob like a baby. Crying into your pillow, staining them with your tears. "I miss you." you whisper lightly to your phone, staring silently at the picture of you and Joe on the screen.

A couple of days have passed, all you have done is mope around the house in your own filth. You've still not heard a thing from Joe. In what world is this okay? You've now become angry. The feeling of upset is still there but there's more a broken and gut wrenching sensation going on in your body. How could he have never called or even messaged you to at least tell you he's okay? All of these stupid questions which lead to stupid thoughts and pointless answers roam your mind. All of a sudden, your phone buzzes. Oh. It's your sister, you decide to answer anyway. "Y/N? Are you alright? Haven't heard from you in days... what's going on?" you sigh which also appears to be a silent scream. "Yeah, I-I think so. I have some stuff I need to talk to you about." She sounds curious and determined to find out yet worried in the same breath. "Okay... I'm ready when you are." she waits. You spill everything, right from the beginning to your first meeting with him at Comic Con, to your photographs, to your niece and him teasing you on the brick wall outside. To you giving him your number. To the texts, sparing no detail of what was said. To the private date or whatever you could call it at your place, to going out for dinner and dancing with Joe on the balcony of his apartment. To the sweet endless nothings and kisses you were given. To the fans you saw going mad about you right to the very finish of him disappearing to America and you walking out on him.

She was speechless, it was safe to say. "Well, uh, bloody hell Y/N, I never expected that, so you haven't heard from him since?" You shake your head, not like she can see you. "No... He didn't reply to my voicemail, which I sent whilst he was on the plane. What do I do? It's not as if I can go and find him right? He mentioned the state he's going to but it's a big place sis, not like the UK." she let out a giggle. Now's not the time for laughter, you're pouring your heart out to your sister and all she can do is laugh at your misfortune, bitch. "Go and find him, you idiot. Surely you can get in touch with someone he knows? Has he mentioned anyone... at all?" You sigh again, you're doing a lot of that lately. "No. I'll wait till he's back, I'll show up at his place and I'll get an answer then. I've waited all my life to find a man like him, I can wait a few weeks, surely..." the call ends abruptly when your sister's husband shouts her down for dinner. "Gotta go, keep yourself busy and things will work themselves out."

You do as you said, you wait. You get yourself back into a routine. Back to your 9-5 job, the one you love to hate. You visit your sister and your niece every now and then. Go out with your friends. Do all of the stuff you did before you met Joe. You start to forget the heartbreak after 3 weeks, he's made no attempt to contact you in anyway. You've seen photos and videos of him all over TikTok which you ultimately hate to see. Knowing he's okay and safe is the only positive thing that runs through your mind when you see them. The other thought is sticking your middle finger at your phone but then feeling guilty after because he is pretty fucking adorable.

A month has passed. It's a wild Friday night, you're exhausted from the week at work and you lay on your sofa with a bowl of popcorn, ready for the weekend. Your phone buzzes. You ignore it whilst you aimlessly scroll through Netflix. You find a rom-com you've seen multiple handfuls of times. Your phone buzzes again. "Oh what do you want now, sis." You fully expected it to be her, she's done a lot of worrying about you this last few weeks. You yell an unintelligible sound out loud as you lean to your phone. You freeze as you read the name 'Joe'. He's calling you. You answer and stay as silent as possible, dragging the phone to your ear.

"Hello?" You say nothing.

"Y/N, are you there?"

You sigh yet another heavy sigh.

"I-I'm back home. I got your voicemail when I landed. I messaged you a million times, why haven't you been answering? I thought you wanted to talk..." his voice was so low and so grew with concern.

You furrow your brow. "You got my voicemail Joe; you never messaged me once. Don't sound too disheartened."

"Are you at home?" You nod. Why are you such a moron, these people can't see your movement through the phone. "Yeah."

He hangs up unexpectedly. What. The. Fuck? You try calling him back, no answer. You call him again, no answer. You throw your phone in anger to the other side of the room which knocks to your wall and falls on the floor. You throw your cushion onto your face and squeal into it. You decide to go for a shower, the movie can play, you're not in the mood to watch people fall in love anyway. Stepping out of the shower and drying yourself off. You hear banging at the door. Not just a knock, a loud bang. You slowly step out into the living room and open slowly, the chain attached to the door so it won't open fully. There he stands, wet through from the vile weather outside. It's really him, it's Joe. "Let me in please, love. Can we please talk?" you clutch to your towel wrapped around you. "There's nothing to talk about, Joe. You never messaged me, you didn't even care to call, you just fucking hung up on me. I had to endure seeing you through a fucking social media app with your precious fans." He looks to the floor, not taking his eyes off of it, not raising his voice but staying calm, cool and collected as he always seems to be. "5 minutes of your time, please. Then if you want me to, I will leave, I promise."

You unlatch the chain and step to the side, gesturing him to come through. He sits down immediately on your sofa, taking in every inch of you stood there in your towel with your sodden hair, similar to his from the rain. "I did message you, several times Y/N." He begins. "My phone wouldn't connect to any of the UK numbers in my phone. I couldn't do a thing about it, I was panicking the whole time because I couldn't reach you. I am so sorry. The hanging up was a sudden move, I decided I needed to come here to show you... Here, please look if you don't believe me." He offers you his phone already opened to your messages and there they are. A months worth of messages, unsent, undelivered and unread. A single tear drops down from you and your lips tremble. He really did try his best. "I missed you so much and there was nothing I could do about it. I hate the way we left it, I regret leaving the day I did, I wish I'd told my agent to stuff it when he called that day. The way I saw it break your heart - that was never my intention..." He stands and moves closer to you, at least 6 inches to your face when you push your phone back to his chest. He takes it and throws it back to the sofa, not taking his eyes off of you in the process. Your now swollen eyes stare into his longing dark brown doe eyes, searching into his soul for where this is going next. You say nothing but your eyes tell the whole story. You want him, you need him, who are you even trying to fool? You whole heartedly believe him and what he's shown you. Joe swallows hard, obviously fighting back the tears himself. "Meeting you was the best thing to happen to me in a while, princess. I-I don't want to lose what we've started, I want to give you everything and only make you happy. Your smile is so precious to me. I love every part of you, even your stubbornness... I..." You gesture a finger at him and run into your bedroom, throwing on whatever clothing you could find. Settling for a long-oversized jumper. You dart back out to the same position you were stood in before. "You..." you move your hand at him to continue. "I... don't want to know a world without you anymore, love. That's all."

You squeal like an excited child in your head. What is this hold he has on you? He only so much has to look at you and you're on your knees. You throw your arms around him, lifting up onto your tip toes. You kiss him and you mean it, you return every word he's just said and more into this one, long kiss. He cradles your back as you try to move away and he just pushes his lips down harder onto yours. You're a sucker for this man. "I... I... I didn't... expect... this..." He speaks through your kiss, it just forces you to smile and kiss deeper. He lifts you up as you straddle your legs around his waist, not breaking any contact with each other. He walks to the sofa with you in his arms, laying you down and slowly laying himself half down on top of you, still refusing to break his lips from yours. The kiss gets more heated and more passionate by the second, his hands gripping your jaw, stroking one of your cheeks as your hands run through his wet curls. He moves down to your jawline where his hand was, kissing slowly, moving down to your neck, sucking but kissing ever so lightly and sweetly until a moan hitches from your lips. He's found the sweet spot on your neck. He continues to kiss and roll his tongue over it, he knows it's driving you insane. Your fingers grip his hair and he lets out a slight groan of his own, the vibrations of the sound rolling down your skin, making goose bumps appear. He returns back to your lips, kissing them slower this time, more soft. Your thigh can feel the hardening bulge growing down below from his jeans and your brain is running 10 million times an hour more than normal. The butterflies have made a reappearance, as if none of this had ever happened.

He tugs at your jumper. "Get this off, I want to see you. All of you." He flutters his best puppy eyes at you. You do not say a word, but you grant his wish. You sit up and lift it over your head and lay back down, feeling his eyes burning all over you, slight embarrassment slips your cheeks as they blush but the grin on his face tells another story. "I knew you were a pretty face, but you are so god damn beautiful, princess, look at you." He removes his slowly drying shirt and moves back down onto you, kissing down your neck again and moving to your chest, kissing lightly around your collar bone and leaving feather touch kisses from his lips around your boobs. Your whole body is alive now. He kisses down your stomach and you squirm as it starts to tickle. "I love how worked up you're getting, and I haven't even done anything." He smirks right at you, this time not his normal happy little face. He's showing a whole different emotion right now, one you've never seen before. He kisses down your waist to your thighs, not wasting a cell of your skin before reaching himself back up to you, taking off his jeans and boxers in a flash and lowers himself down and into you slowly with no word of warning. You need no help; you're already wet through. Your back arches, the rest is a blur. You make love. Not sex. You make full, passionate steaming hot love. The ending is bittersweet but mind blowing.

Before you know it, you're both laying there side by side staring right into each other's eyes. He holds your hand to his chest with one hand, whilst playing with your hair with the other. "Please, let's never repeat the last few weeks again." he loses his smile for a slight second. He releases your hand and sticks out his pinkie finger. "Pinkie promise me princess, I know there'll be disagreements and let's say... heated discussions but, never that again you hear me? I'm not willing to almost lose you again" You giggle as you wrap your pinkie finger around his. "Never again Mr. Quinn, pinkie promise." He looks down at the fingers hugging each other tightly, you see him biting his bottom lip, he fucking loves it when you call him by his last name. You let go and resume your position. "It's you and me, love. I'm not waiting any longer, I'm not taking anymore chances in waiting. Be mine - for real Y/N. Please say yes." You can't even breathe at this point, your heart is exploding. "Well..." he waits for your answer for a few seconds but feels like an eternity as he imitates a cog turning in your head. "Yes. A million times yes." You are not letting this man go for anything or anyone this time, nothing can stop you now. Rough patches are bound to happen, but you know if you can get through waiting a whole month for this man whilst anger and heartbreak has fell through you, you can get through anything. The feelings have flooded back and just like that, you're his. You're his girl, for real.

The morning light seeps through your curtains and hits you square in the eyes. Slowly opening them to the strong beams of sun, a whole different scene to the violent rain bashing on the windows the night before. It was like a change in mood - the irony of it fitting yours in a way. You turn your head to gaze on the beautiful man by your side, a light sigh leaving your mouth as you realise how real this was again all of a sudden. You retrace your thoughts to last nights antics, the pain had quickly turned into long needing lust, and you had done the deed at least 3 times to which after you both passed out from utter heights of excitement and exhaustion. The endgame was that you were his and he was yours, there was no going back now. You stroked your hand along Joe's cheek down to his jawline, tracing your finger down, a widespread grin on your face. Joe kept his eyes closed but his face leaned into your touch as you saw a mirrored grin appear on his. "Good morning handsome." you whisper. He shakes his head and mumbles a distorted sound. "It's not morning if I don't open my eyes, therefore I can stay here in this moment longer." You chuckle lightly and with that, he pulls you to him, your face smothered in his chest. Oh that smell, his smell, it's phenomenal. You can hear his heart beating, you can feel his hands as they wrap into your hair whilst his fingers play with it. "I guess this means you're not going anywhere, love." he lets out a hearty giggle as your head reels, you could be content with this being your life forever. You lift yourself to his face and his eyes are still closed but his smile is beaming as though. You plant a firm peck onto his lips and Joe instantly welcomes it. "Mmm, do that again." he murmurs against you - his eyes open slowly making a beeline straight to look into yours. You obey, kissing him and lingering against him as your teeth go to bite his bottom lip. "Didn't you get enough of me last night Y/N?" he knows what he's doing, fishing for those god damn compliments. "Never Mr Quinn, I could never get enough of you." He flashes his Oscar worthy winning smile at you and can't help but crash his lips back onto yours, a slow, sleepy kiss turns into a hot, passionate one. Your tongues collide with each other, groans escape both of you, the feeling of your bodies close made the temperature of the cool room sore. The god damn effect this man had on you was insane, you were ready for him and him for you, there was no place you'd rather be.

Showering quickly and leaving Joe to his own devices, you walk out into the living space and into the kitchen to find him working his way round it. The smell of bacon hits your nostrils and the sight of the man cooking and humming a song to himself from the radio so contently. You stand there for a couple of minutes admiring the extremely pleasant view, even if it was just the back of him. "You sure know your way round here." He turns around startled and shrugs his shoulders. "It's only small, love. The stuff wasn't hard to find." A wink returns your way as he turns around to continue. You make small paces until you reach the back of him, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head onto his back. "Hello." he chuckles. "Hi." you reply.

You sit down to eat with a comfortable silence to eat when all of a sudden Joe's phone doesn't stop vibrating from the table. Three missed calls and a text message pop up one after another until he gives up and opens it. "I'll be back in a second." he mutters as he excuses himself to your bedroom. You didn't want to pry but you also felt hesitant in knowing who it was and what it could be about, after all the last time his phone blew up he left and you didn't hear from him for days on end. As much as you had forgiven him and accepted it was through no fault of his own, you couldn't go through the heartbreak of him being ripped from again, at least not straight away.

Shy of 15 minutes later he saunters back towards you with a slightly lopsided smile. "Everything ok?" you offer a reassuring smile back to him. "Yeah, just got to get going soon, got a last minute shoot at the other side of London. Must admit as much as I love my agent, he doesn't half get on my nerves with these spur of the moment ideas." Your eyes shoot down to scan both of your half eaten plates of food. "It's okay, I'll find something to occupy my time until I can see you again. Duty calls Joseph Quinn." He frowns at the full name. "It's Joe to you." You give him a sassy look and he finally loosens up and laughs. "Fine, Jo.....seph." He rolls his eyes and sits back on the chair, leaning back and patting his lap for you to sit, you happily oblige.

"I'll be back to you this evening ok?" he plants a kiss onto your forehead. "Okay love." He shakes his head. "Okay love." He imitates your voice mockingly.

You decide to fill your day with your sister and niece. Taking a shopping trip in central London. No conversation was made about Joe for the time being, but your sister could see your change in mood and that was enough to understand that things were better. When you sit down for a spot of lunch at a quaint little café you decide to check your phone. Joe had sent you a photo of himself sat on the floor in a seemingly plain building making a silly and utterly quite bored face. Underneath a text that read 'Hope you're having the best day, princess. Joseph has been really busy but Joe cannot wait to come back to see you again later.' Your cheeks redden at the play on his names, Joseph is the hardworking, amazing actor people have fallen in love with, the one you met at Comic Con, but Joe - Joe is your person. Your niece glances at your phone and her eyes widen excitedly. "Eddie, oh my god, Eddie and you text!" Your sister's brow furrows. "Who's Eddie, hon?" your niece rolls her eyes. "Eddie Munson mummy, the one Y/N and me met and they flirted with each other there lots of times." Your sister glanced up to you and her mouth changed into an O shape. "Oh, that Eddie." You nod as you lean against the table putting your hand over your mouth. "Everything ok with him?" she muttered quietly. You nodded again as you felt your cheeks flushing. "More than ok." You return your sisters grin. She knew you were happy, that's all she needed. "When will I see Eddie again now that you two are basically married Y/N?" you and your sister barked a laugh at your nieces question. "I'll bring him to see you soon." Her whole face scrunched into the biggest and frightening smile you'd ever seen. "So does that mean you're on good terms since you want him to meet the family?" your sister was intrigued now. You could only nod, you solidified a promise that your niece would indefinitely see Joe again and your sister would get to meet him. Your phone rings as you're about to leave the café.

"Hello."

"Hello, love, I'm just finishing up, turns out they didn't need many - I'm just that good. What are you up too?"

Your sisters gaze falls on you and she can see the blush in your cheeks turning crimson red at a fast-paced speed from his smug yet innocent voice.

"Just out with my sister and niece, we've just had lunch at this cute little place."

"The same niece I met at Comic Con?"

"One in the same." You look down at her smiling.

"I'll not keep you then, I'll see you later beautiful, be at yours round 6pm. Find out blankets, pillows and I'll bring the snacks and wine."

"Can't wait, love."

Your sister and niece pull the exact same expression. "Since when do you call people, love?" your sister chortles at your embarrassed yet accomplished face. "Since Joe."

You spent the rest of your day laughing and spending. Getting home and dropping your purchases into your bedroom, you light candles and dim the lights whilst you place a few pillows and blankets onto your sofa, a make shift bed. You change into your comfy clothes, leaving your hair in a messy bun, nothing to the imagination - but nevertheless Joe could make you feel beautiful wearing only a potato sack. As if on queue, 6pm has arrived and no later than 6:01pm does a knock come from your front door. You skip happily like a child, unlatch the door and open to find him on the other side. One hand holding a bag filled with a bottle of wine and pastries and a bunch of 10 blooming red roses clutched in the other. You swoon your side, your head is going ten to the dozen as your eyes gleam at Joe. "Good evening Miss, I brought you the goods." he mimicked a overly posh accent as he lifted the bag in the air. "Oh Sir, you're too kind." You take the bag from him and go over to the kitchen and place it on the counter top. "And those?" you point at the flowers. "An apology for missing you for days on end whilst I was overseas and a thank you for forgiving me." You tut loudly at him, shaking your head though the beaming grin has not left your face. "Are you just going to buy me flowers every time you mess up?" He nodded. "Pretty much." You both chuckled at one another as you took the roses to put them into some water. "Now come here, I missed you and you look so god damn inviting." Your eyes grew wide as he pointed and ran to the sofa, flopping onto the blankets that were once neat. "Charming one you, Mr Quinn." He patted the space next to him. "You look good too Y/N." he smirked.

You happily complied to his gesture and leaped onto him instead of falling next to him. "Jokes aside, I definitely missed you, princess." Your faces were close as for a few seconds you stared so intently at each other, lips inches apart, bodies closed in on one another, legs intertwined in and round the blankets. "I missed you too, Joe, way more than I probably should have." You settle down, blowing the candles out but leaving the lights dimmed after a few hefty make out sessions, a bottle of wine, empty plates but sincerely full hearts. Laid to the side of Joe with his arms wrapped around you as your leg cocks over his. You feel hands rubbing down your back, Joe's face also matching your tired state, you knew in a short moment that this, right here was all you could ever want.

You were just about to drop off to sleep, not hearing anything from Joe for at least half an hour when you heard him mumble your name. "Y/N." You snuggled deeper into him, not saying a word. You didn't respond, he was just clearly in a trance, and you were in no less of a ready state for the sleep to take you away after feeling heavily fulfilled with your day. If it was something, you'd wait to find out - that was at least until he managed to say as clear as day; "I love you, I really do.”

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jackgoodfellow · 2 years

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My take on how Jancy and Joe first met!

I think it takes a loooot of magic hypnosis to fully wipe a mind like Jancy True's. And I think that much hypnosis would definitely mess you up for at least a few hours. AND I think..... milfs. Reblog if you agree.

Special shout-out to @little-banjo-frog, whose enthusiasm about my wips for this piece was the highlight of a very difficult week!

(Listen I just really like seeing masculine/butch characters in vulnerable situations and if I have the opportunity for that plus a size difference PLUS a dash of rescue and unexpected tenderness on the side, I begin vibrating uncontrollably. For more of that very specific exact thing, check out the graphic novel link in my blog description. ... Please. Pretty please. It is free and short AND I CARE SO MUCH.)

[Image descriptions below the cut]

Image description: A comic done with digital illustration featuring the characters Jancy True and Joebeans from the YouTube series Drawtectives. The comic is done in shades of yellow, pink, blue, and purple, with the exception of the final panel which is done in full color. The style is fairly realistic, with influences from western and Japanese animation styles.

Joe is a large, muscular green-skinned orc woman with voluminous blonde hair in the style of Dolly Parton. She is wearing a sleeveless red flannel, red lipstick and nail polish, jean shorts, and red pumps. She's very pretty and handsome, with a well-endowed figure, and two sharp white bottom fangs that jut up from her bottom lip.

Jancy is an older butch woman. She is thin, with short silver hair, caucasian skin, and angular features. She is wearing a red and yellow Hawaiian shirt, cut-off jean shorts, and red Converse-style sneakers. She has cochlear implants in both ears.

Panel 1: Joe sees Jancy passed out face-down in front of a dumpster in some kind of alley. Joe is in the foreground of the shot and is holding her hand up to her face with an expression of surprise and concern. She is saying, "Oh my!"

Panel 2: Joe's hands carefully turn Jancy onto her side, cupping Jancy's face gently. Jancy looks confused and extremely disoriented, barely awake with circles under her eyes. Joe is urgently saying, "Oh, you poor thing!!! Are you all right?! Are you hurt???"

A small faded speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "uh--!?"

Small squiggly lines at her shoulder indicate that Jancy is trembling slightly.

Panel 3: a close up from the previous panel, zooming in on Jancy's face, her eyes just barely opening with an expression of great concern as she looks down at the large green palm holding her head up by gently cupping her cheek

Panel 4: a close up from the panel that is to follow, showing Jancy turning her head slightly to squint up at Joe. She is sweating and has hair in her face, and looks only half conscious as she strains to see. In turning her head, she presses her face slightly into Joe's palm

Panel 5: Jancy, still lying on her side, struggles to brace her arm on the ground and get up. Action lines indicate she is trembling and moving jerkily. She doesn't seem to be able to see very clearly. She is barely managing to lift her head several inches off the ground.

Joe's hands support Jancy's head and lightly grip her shoulder. Only Joe's hands are visible, but speech bubbles belonging to her take up most of the panel. She is saying, in a country accent , "Oh gracious! Don't push yerself! What if you've hurt your neck or somethin'??"

a scraggly speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "ah-- uhh?!?" In small unsteady text.

Panel 6: Jancy gasps and collapses back onto the ground. She lets out a yell and her eyes shut tight in a grimace of pain. Her hands are trembling and tense. Joe's hands are on either side of jancy's face, stabilizing her long slender neck. The shot is framed with Joe's speech bubbles. Joe is saying, "Oh! Oh, dear! It's alright! I gotcha. Please, let me help you!"

Panel 7: Joe helps Jancy to slowly turn onto her back. Jancy is shown at a profile, back arched, eyes shut and teeth clenched in pain. She's letting out a quiet grunt of pain. There is a small scrape on her left cheek. Joe's hands are behind jancy's head and on her opposite shoulder. Joe's blonde hair is visible hanging into the shot, but her face is out of view. Joe is saying, with each separate sentence in its own individual speech bubble, "Let's get you turned over real careful alrigh'? Take your time. That's it... You're doin' great darlin'!"

Panel 8: a large speech bubble from Joe reads, "There. Jus' take a breather, sugar." A close up on Jancy's face framed by Joe's hands cradling it gently. Jancy is panting, her eyes closed in exhaustion from the effort, mouth open slightly and head tilted back. Sweat on her face. Joe is wearing a silver bracelet. A scraggly speech bubble coming from Jancy reads, "uungh??" One of Joe's hands is lightly brushing Jancy's cheek while the other supports her head.

Panel 9: speech bubbles from Joe read, "Oh, you poor dear... lemme get this hair outta yer face!"

This panel is similar to the the previous panel. It is still a close up on jancy's face from Joe's POV. In this one, Jancy is slowly opening her eyes, a small question mark next to her head as she slowly focuses on the image in front of her. Joe's hands are supporting jancy's head and brushing the hair out of her face. In this position, jancy's collar is askew, and her shirt is open to the just below her collarbones. A soft hazy light is reflected in her eyes. With every panel, the comic has shifted slightly more from a blue color tone to a slightly warmer pinkish tone. It is now much warmer than the first panel.

Panel 10: a close up of Joe's face from jancy's POV, looking down at Jancy with her face framed against a sunset sky, the light brightening her golden hair. In this shot, her skin is a saturated sky blue. Her eyes are blue and her lipstick is a bright pink. She is smiling at Jancy and speaking with a gentle, sympathetic smile. She has dimples. She is saying, "Well, there you are!!"

Panel 11: a close up of jancy's face, once again framed and supported by Joe's hands. Joe has brushed the hair out of Jancy's face, giving her the look of someone who has just had their hair blown back. This matches Jancy's expression, which is one of awe. It is very gay. This panel is the most pink-tinted of all the panels so far.

Panel 12: the same image as the previous panel, but zoomed out to include Jancy's shoulders and upper chest in the shot, as well as Joe's muscled forearms. This also makes room for speech bubbles, which overlap the edges of the panel's frame and surround Jancy.

Joe is saying, "No sign of any fever, thank goodness! And thank the stars yer not bleedin'! No need to fret! You're safe with me!! I'll take care of ya! Still, I think I best get you outta this alley!"

Panel 13: a wide shot in full color and a lot of detail of Joe carrying Jancy in a bridal carry. Joe is several times larger than Jancy and carries her with no effort. Jancy is mostly limp, her head resting on Joe's breast. She is looking up at Joe, blushing slightly, and looking embarrassed . She still looks pretty lost and disoriented, mouth hanging open a little and eyes straining to see Joe's face without being able to move her body much.

Joe is smiling brightly, posture confident, she is saying, "Now don't you worry! We'll have you feeling right as rain in no time!!"

Joe is walking down some kind of wooden boardwalk that is framed on either side by flower bushes. Behind that, a sunset reflects on a body of water that goes out to the horizon. The scene is warmly lit. Willow leaves hang down in the foreground. Joe is backlit by the sunset.

Panel 14: a close up of the previous image, focusing in on the character's faces.

Bonus image: the same as the final panel but with no speech bubbles covering up parts of the background

#drawfee #drawtectives #jancy true #joebeans #joe beans #truebeans #drawtectives s2 #drawtectives spoilers #drawtectives season 2 #I did the majority of this on my phone.#Fun fact: if you're going to do a style that involves a huge amount of short sketchy lines I rec using NOT a phone.#But for most of the last week that's all I had so now my wrist fucking huuurts!#Worth it tho.#This was supposed to be an exercise in creating something in a simpler #faster style with smaller file sizes and I ENDED UP DOING NONE OF THOSE THINGS #but I did learn a lot and had fun drawing an incredibly sexy old lesbian and (hopefully) her future wife.#jancy says the first thing she remembers is waking up and Joe finding her outside so i think this is pretty accurate. but also #no one can stop me #my art

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positivelybeastly · 4 months

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Hi!! Is me, Stray! After many a trial and error, I now have an RP blog! Just letting you know I'm here and, uh, favorite music genres & favorite song headcanons for Hank?

Welcome to the roleplaying community! There's always a few ups and downs when you're first getting set up, especially if you've only ever set up the one Tumblr for personal use, but there's always room to learn, and I find that people tend to be generally pretty accommodating if you're as polite as you've been on Anon! If you have any questions about roleplay etiquette or the like, feel free to send another ask or just IM me.

As for favourite music genres and song headcanons for Hank, I generally think he's a pretty open minded fellow? There are a good few bands and types of music we know for certain that he enjoys.

Jocko Homo, by Devo.

Dead Man's Party, by Oingo Boingo.

Chopin's Nocturne.

60s rock! I can see him being a Creedence Clearwater Revival kinda guy.

Acis and Galatea!

The Rolling Stones!

Something you'll often see assumed of Hank is that just because he's a man of the arts, well read, and eloquent, is that he's some kind of music snob, that he only listens to opera, that he only enjoys classical, that he looks down on 'lesser' forms of music. And I honestly just don't believe that would be the case?

Like . . . here's the thing. Hank may talk fancy, but he is still, at best, a middle class farm boy from Illinois. If he has an accent, it's probably closest to a Chicago accent, if he hasn't trained his voice to do something entirely different - he does mention his voice has changed during his feline mutation to a baritone, so it's not out of the question. But he is not (or at least, he should not be) a hoity toity snooty asshole.

This is something even writers often get wrong about him - they assume that he's the smart character, ergo he must be the snooty, elitist character, which is something Ben Percy leans into, but it's not even just him, it's Paul Di Filippo in X-Men Unlimited vol. 2 #8, too. It becomes an asshole trait, and it's just. Not. Accurate.

Hank likes all kinds of music. In fact, I struggle to think of a kind he's outright stated he hates, though he's been around for 60 years, I'm sure someone can correct me. He's a curious fellow! He likes to explore! He'll consume any media, he quotes 1940s Superman comics, he watches Robin Hood movies with Wonder Man, why in god's name would he be a snob?

As for headcanon? I have tons! I often think, hmm, this feels like a song Hank would like, or a song that feels like a Hank song, when I listen to music, because. You know. Big blue guy's p much always on the brain.

I have a Spotify playlist that I occasionally add to, but currently on there is:

Is She Really Going Out With Him? by Joe Jackson - self deprecating, but also kind of a banger.

Carry on by fun - fun is an amazing band, and I definitely feel the lyricism and scale of their music would appeal to Hank.

Rain on Me by Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande - I don't know if Hank would listen to this, but it has his vibe.

Cells by They Might Be Giants - I'm sorry, but have you fucking heard a band that more encapsulates Hank's personality?

Dr. Wanna Do by Caro Emerald - my old Abigail RP partner used to use this as her ringtone for Hank. I think Hank likes some jazz.

Cure for Me by Aurora - again, not one I think Hank would listen to, but again, it feels like Hank to me.

Very Good Advice by Robert Smith - Hank totally digs new wave and the Cure, and literary references mixed in with that vibe? Totally.

Moonshine by Caravan Palace - this song leads into Lone Digger by the same band, which I put on Dark Beast's playlist, representing the continuity between them. It has the right energy.

There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards by Ian Dury and the Blockheads - songs Hank would sing in the middle of the fight if it weren't full of swearing and comics were allowed to do that.

I Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick - he does.

On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz - this just has exactly the right energy.

I Will Dare by The Replacements - "How smart are you? / How dumb am I? / Don't count any of my advice. / Oh, meet me any place or anywhere or anytime / Now I don't care, meet me tonight / If you will dare, I might dare."

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift - another one that doesn't feel quite like something Hank would listen to, but I think we can all relate to this song a little bit (does that make me a basic bitch? Maybe), and some of the lyrics are so awfully Hank. "I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror," like, fuck.

Turning Japanese by The Vapors - Iunno, I just think he'd like it. I often think that if I were gonna make an OG X-Factor movie, this is what would start the movie during a fight scene.

I would also like to give @brw a shoutout for their excellent Hank playlist, which introduced me to, among other things, Touch-Tone Telephone, which feels like Hank's theme song.

Oh, also, The Plastic Age by The Buggles. Hank absolutely loves prog-rock, you know he does. Oh, and showtunes! The man just will not stop singing, in the middle of fights or while being filmed for the nightly news, so he totally vibes with some Broadway. I'd also be lying if I said that Dust and Ashes doesn't feel like a New X-Men Grant Morrison Beast vibe all over. And Hank would love it! A musical based on War and Peace? Sign him the fuck up!

#straysomethinginthewoods #outofmuffins #headcanon

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dogtoling · 1 year

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I dunno if they're on the quiz (probably not) but I wanna know more about the fetus gobbler (Phoenix? I think)

sgdfjgsdf for the love of GOD please don't call him the fetus gobbler this is killing me but actually he IS on the quiz! he's just not called Phoenix

he's got kind of a LOT going on. For those who are new or just didn't see or read it, I made this small comic last month about him that doesn't really explain a whole lot. But the tl;dr is that he was made in a lab. (Koira spearheaded that. For extremely meta reasons, but also because they're always excited to do illegal and morally ambiguous science projects that nobody will fund)

(there he is, science is amazing)

..but Phoenix IS on the quiz, he's just not called that. "Phoenix" is actually a resurrection/clone of Lumo, a guy who died in 2007

he even has a little tableturf-style picture of his own. (he's the guy with probably the most lore out of all my OCs and absolutely the least screentime)

The long version of what happened and what led to him dying, why he was RESURRECTED which is LITERALLY playing god, and everything that happened between is so long I'm not even getting into it. But the short version is that he's the original founder and leader of an Octarian street gang called the Leopards (yes, the extinct animal) and after his death, a lot of things happened over there that eventually culminated into... the current leader getting him resurrected as a bizarre solution for a really specific problem

In life, he was best friends with a blue-ringed octopus called Martin (who is also a possible result in the quiz but has also been very rare). When Lumo died, his ashes and beak were salvaged and kept, and while Flint (his brother) initially kept them for many years they kinda got tossed around between people

(i drew this picture of Martin holding the remains for fun, I just thought it was cool)

...until they got stolen. And the deal with Phoenix is that his body was made out of a tentacle cutting of his brother as the base, but also his own remains, which are MOSTLY ASH. Hence the name, and while he still recognizes himself as Lumo... trying to introduce yourself as someone who died almost 20 years ago especially in circles where that person was kind of widely known raises a lot more questions than it's worth.

(i drew that just the other day and it's a good thing i did because i have like no other fullbodies)

So the entire "fetus gobbler" thing comes from the comic. which first of all he's not literally eating children. Due to the state that his admittedly very fucked-up body is in (he's technically a reanimated corpse) he's got to take injections of DEFINITELY ILLEGAL "fetus juice" which is basically a solution extracted from fertilized eggs (call it essence of life or whatever). Because a lot of his body was literally ash before some of it was restored, it obviously means all the cells were long-dead, and a lot of what makes up his body is reanimated. however because of how experimental the science is (it's EXTREMELY ILLEGAL), those cells don't really function normally and if left to its own devices, his body will essentially just start.... dying again, which the life essence mitigates

Even with that, though, with his body being extremely strange and unstable and containing the DNA of at least three different octopus species (he was already a hybrid in life) - and technically he's his brother's clone now, if anything, hence the branching tentacles... his body doesn't really know how to just Be half the time and he's never really in a stable state. Which means he's extremely easy to splat, which sometimes happens spontaneously, and uh this is what happens

basically it takes a LONG time for his tissues to figure out how the hell to reform, and he often reforms incorrectly anyway. So basically, he is dealing with a lot, just aside from the worlds most necessary identity crisis

#mailbox #dodo ocs #i kinda wanted to do more comic of him because ive been brewing such good ideas #but theyre also so much work even doing them low effort like i have been #leopards #also as per recent headcanon he no longer turns into goo. but this is still cool

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nolzo · 10 months

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you sit next to: nathaniel kurtzberg

this is a series where i make hcs about a character from miraculous sitting next to you. please request any characters you'd like from this fandom!!

nathaniel kurtzberg

- definitely does not talk to you for at least half of the first term

- mostly because he is easily intimidated and also he's just introverted

- however you guys begin talking when he finds out you also draw (sharing common interests!!!)

- extremely awkward talker. it does not get better the more you know each other. if anyone overhears any of y'all's conversations they'd think y'all just met regardless of how far you guys are in your friendship

- the easiest way you two get to know each other is doing dtiys (draw this in your style) challenges together during breaks

- basically analyzing each other's art style

- has actually stopped drawing to watch you draw once

- you caught him, he was embarrassed, you tried to reassure him that it was fine but he literally could not look at you in the eyes for the rest of the day (he got over it)

- will introduce his comic to you if you haven't heard of it already. even asks for criticisms, suggestions, or help for panels when he's not sure about them

"so in this panel mightillustrator is supposed to be, like, reaching? towards the page slash reader, but, um, i'm having a hard time with the perspective? it just looks like he has a really big hand. do you know how to, like, how to fix it?"

"well, firstly, references always help, and i'm assuming you're already using them so. uh, the panel you're trying to draw is foreshortening, and we're focusing on perspective. for me, it helps to draw lines in my figures to help plan the rest of the proportions. so, first, draw a line from the head to the feet, and it's fine if the line is a little curved. and then, a line from shoulder to the other, and from one side of the waist to the other. great, then draw the rest of the limbs like you're drawing a stick figure..."

- you're basically a lifesaver in his eyes

- shows you the new editions of the comic before it's released

- he introduces you to marc!! if you already know them, he invites you to hang out in the art room with them after school

- if you guys meet before marc and nathaniel are together, prepare to be unintentionally third-wheeling any hang outs between the three of y'all

- there is a chance (obligation) that you have to give nathaniel a number of pep talks to ask marc out

- you get the privilege of (kind of) playing matchmaker and get those two together

- if you guys get close enough, he'll invite you to hang out at his house and you get to meet his moms. they're incredibly sweet

- his room is full of figurines (cough cough there is a chat noir figurine somewhere) and posters (cough chat noir is again present) and sketchbooks (chat noir is there)

- nathaniel has a slight celebrity crush on a particular feline themed hero (it's chat noir. i stand on this.) because of this, you are subject to discussions (read: rants) about chat noir when you point out his presence in nathaniel's room

- do not mention this celebrity crush to anyone else. nathaniel will die quietly on the inside from embarrassment

- nathaniel wears eyeliner. he puts in on before class so you get to see the literal artistry he performs at his desk before m. bustier walks in

- you know those people that are superrrr good at eyeliner? that's nathaniel

- if you ask, he'll do your eyeliner for you (with your own eyeliner because sharing makeup isn't safe!!)

- a frequent hang out spot is the art room after school. alix, marc, mylene, and (occasionally) marinette are there so you guys get pretty close too

- ultimately, sitting next to nathaniel opens you to a world of dtiys challenges and exquisite eyeliner (and chat noir)

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous lb #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous headcanon #akuma class #miraculous fanworks #nathaniel kurtzberg #you sit next to #nolzo

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cloudjumpervalka · 9 months

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ill elaborate on this over the day i think but im very mixed on what i think about the w.i.t.c.h. reboot but uh. its mostly negative

first off, this is partially coming from a place of im just a fan of the comic and already didnt care for the tv show.

i mean... i liked the show as a kid because it was what got me into the series, but once i picked up the comics i knew it had my heart and it couldnt compare. (its very similar to how i felt about fma03 > going into the manga after)

but anyway, i think the reboot is of all things, just disney being lazy in making new ips of course. if theyre doing a full rework of the plot, characters, and costumes, why not just make a new magical girl comic? oh because of the obvious theyve been testing the popularity of the comic by rereleasing it over the past couple years, and now the ip is recognized enough again that they can use it to their advantage. definitely in the wake of winx getting their reboot (which i also think is unnecessary but i think the circumstances may have been different. which leads me to..)

i worry about what theyre going to do with the story in general. if its anything like the later half of the comic (ie new power onward) iiiiiii dont know if we need that. i personally dont think that was the strongest era of the story. it, unsurprisingly, came off as an attempt to haha... copy the winx by doing power upgrades and becoming even more glittery and pink and what i would call a typical "girls piece of media"

ofc side note nothing bad with that but again leading into another point

heh.. the treatment of the original team. its early and i dont quite remember all of the details but i do know that they were done dirty. I know for sure it involved barbucci and canepa, unsure if gnone was involved as well, but disney took that series from them. as far as i know, that series was their baby and disney plucked it apart into something they never intended it to be. barbucci and canepa haved regularly talked about their dislike of disney and their personal beef with them as a direct result of what happened with w.i.t.c.h.

it was their dark fantasy series that disney wanted to girlie-pop-ify to most likely have it compete with winx directly. completely going against what the team envisioned leading to their ? departure from disney. im personally not quite sure if they quit on their own or if disney fired them to make room for a more cooperative team but Still. the point still stands: disney is shitty in this situation

so just from the inital description and seeing will's transformed resign, it looks like... it will most likely go in the direction of being a direct winx competitor again and will continue to take the story in a completely different direction than it was originally intended to be. some part of me hopes tho that because will looks like an edgy hot topic kid that maaaaaybe theyll have some darker tone to it but uh.... again disneys reputation makes me think that wont happen lmao

if they really cared enough they would literally be like sorry og team, here do what u wanted. because uh. at least barbucci and canepa still regulary post about w.i.t.c.h. and share fanart and stuff so theyre still interested imo (again i havent followed up with gnone over the years but im sure she'd be on board)

i reaaaaally want to know if they even knew their series was gonna be rebooted like this or i guess however it ends up being. god i would do anything to read the nda they signed when splitting with disney.

but eh i also hope its good just for the sake it wooooould be cool to have new w.i.t.c.h. content (again sad its not like a comic accurate tv adaptation or like... the og teams work) buuuuuut this is suuuuch a comfort series to me so i wanna hope for the best

my nostalgia is probably ruining it for me and the fact ill already rant about how i hate the cartoon adaptation now dkdbksbf but eh i wanted to just dump my thoughts before starting my work day

#sorry if this shows up in the tags #dont read unless ur a hater jk jk jk #im the number 1 witch fan #i made this whole post back when the winx netflix dropped and people wanted a witch reboot #and i was like uh. get barbucci and canepa on the phone and thats the only correct way to do it #also me fksbdkdbf i would make a great witch reboot #LITERALLY MY WHOLE Floretwitch brand is bc im love witches bc of this series #jfjdjfnf theyre guardians but u get it #witchrebootthoughts

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bigdvmnhero · 1 year

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The newest batch of recruits had that callous, definitely ex-military vibe Raph didn’t like.

The alliance told him to expect at least fifty-two men, but by the time they crossed the desert on foot they’d dwindled to twenty-seven, and didn’t seem too happy to know firsthand the rumors were true—that there was an occupied base three thousand miles south, where a fatal wind carved away time and memory, a no-man’s zone even the Kraang didn’t want.

That, and a mutant was leading it. And he was barely twenty; kid had a shell, was bald, and walked around with fingerless gloves and dual swords like someone’s kid from Comic-Con.

“Katana, to be specific,” Leo interrupted. Twenty-one grimy blonde heads turned. God; Raph was going to wring his neck. Normally Raph left his brother’s cringefail antics well alone, but these were not normal affairs. Now was not the time for another bad first impression.

Leo brandished his twin blades, like this was show and tell. “See?” The one in his right, he twirled towards the half-circle the men had formed. “So….” he began, pulling the vowel taut like taffy. One of the soldiers—couldn’t have been older than twenty himself—had a revolver pointed at his own head. He flinched when Leo addressed him; his legs quaked so badly Raph was surprised they couldn’t hear his bones rattling like toothpicks. “...What’s all this? Kinda culty, if I do say so myself. You know we don’t haze our rookies here, right?”

“What the fuck,” someone cried, “he’s green!”

“Uh, yeah.” Leo scratched his neck. “Thought we’d established the whole mutant situation by now. Hi? I go by Leo, Leon, Nardo, Big Blue. 6”1, black eyes—but a lovely hazel in the light—what else? I’m an Aquarius, surprisingly…” he trailed off.

A hulking man made his way towards them. Raph thought he looked like a Craig. Or something cool, like Scar. Either way, he made Raph stand up a little straighter. “You the chief?” he asked Leo.

“Nothing official yet,” Raph said in a rush.

“Yep,” Leo said, popping the P. “Looking at ‘im!”

Wordlessly, the man’s gaze darted between him and Raph. Then he turned, where twenty-seven men looked back stunned. Then twenty-seven men broke into laughter.

Raph felt his face go white-hot. Leo's face barely flickered.

quick wip from ch3 of my from scratch gdoc which is simultaneously haunting me and is haunted by me (<- fic writer avoiding their wips)

#sorry for the lack of fic i've been ridiculously busy with original stuff but #more fic soon hopefully dsfsf #ive got mutant mayhem on the brain its gonna power me THRU #rottmnt #bigdamnher0 #rottmnt fic #obsessed with thinking abt the resistance in its earlier stages & barely adult freshly grieving leo #LIKE that is the worst combination to have in one person #especially someone who's supposed to lead?? yeah he's Unwell

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noridal · 1 year

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free space just means you get to check it off no matter what, no conditions for acquisition :) and do u have other Florida man ship u like besides the pinnacle of Florida? letting u choose 🩵

Oh so you really want to watch the world burn, uh? Well, you'll get a long post about my thoughts on what I've seen in my time of hyperfixating on our lovely Captain.

Starting off strong, we have Flyoming:

The fandom decided that these two gotta be married for that one scene where they stand next to each other, and I'm not having it™. Don't get me wrong, asshole/ray of sunshine is a delicious dynamic, except this is not what's going on here. I like to think that if they're married, they're constantly trying to poison each other or choke their husband in his sleep. They're fucking the same guy because their marriage is open (of course) and enjoy having threesome or regularly attend their favourite swinger's club (to distract themselves from how bad it's going). Why don't they get a divorce? The hatefucking is too good.

Honestly, Wyoming is secretly terrified of Florida (as everyone should be) and Florida, well, dislikes Wyoming (as everyone should), but they can't say it out loud because it wouldn't be nice :)

As colleagues they totally work, maybe even friends. But romantically? This is a trainwreck, RvB fandom.

Let's move on with exactly fucked once(1), Flucker:

I'm unsure wether this would be marked as canon or not. Because Florida definitely would fuck Tucker, but Tucker is too caught up in his "must pretend to be straight" pantomime. Still they both fucked Church at least once. Either way, Flowers/Tucker is either one sided (from Florida's side) or Tucker secretly wants to bang but he isn't ready to admit it.

The potential is there, though. Florida has a daddy kink? Well, Tucker got pregnant. It would make sense if Florida was into that too. Parenting Junior is something Florida would mess up terribly, although I'm pretty sure he'd love his alien kid as much as he seems to love everyone in blue base.

Setting that aside, I'm pretty sure that if Tucker ever got curious enough to try, that would be his first and last time doing whatever Florida's into. Kid's too proud to have someone call him baby boy more than once.

It's great material for a long fic which is half about Tucker coming to term with the fact he's bi and half about how much fucking Captain Flowers was weird af. Or, a pretty steamy single chapter smut fic talking about that one time. Either way I'm going through their tag because there's so little material it only takes 10 minutes.

Talking about daddy kink, it's time for the daddiest ship of them all:

This is the kind of ship that at first you see and think "wtf this doesn't make any sense", but the more you look into it the more you realize these two dads have something in common.

First of all, the comedy here. The irony of Sarge falling for the blue Captain is pure gold. In a barbecue situation, they'd talk non-stop about their adopted kids. They both are definitely into fishing/hunting/diy shit, and exchange progressively more huninged survival tips to each other. Honestly, they just get along.

Another version of them that tickles my brain is "dating before PFL/Blood Gulch" so that. Makes them exes? Either way these guys are old and must have their fair share of dating experience by the time we see them, and once again it would be ironic putting them against each other. Or, since Florida was the one picking the people on red team, you can also picture this as "he just wanted really really bad to have his lover back".

Also, they both have a boner for murder.

In conclusion, there's lots of room for comedy and angst, according to the way you decided to frame it. This could be the dumbest enemies to lovers (to enemies again?) ever, with a twist of feelings in between.

More red team shipping! We have Flonut:

This is THE comic relief ship. Honestly. Flowers and Donut would simply get along, talk about interior design, yoga, and make double entendre 24/7. It's impossible to tell wether they're talking about some Bulgarian sex position or just pudding. The ultimate twink/daddy relationship in RvB.

I like to think they are dating and pretend this doesn't get in the way of their job because they only do it on the weekends, or something. The odd thing is that it works, I can totally see Florida complimenting Donut's aim after getting shot in the stomach, which makes everyone else uncomfortable. The rest of the blues and reds currently discuss wether or not they're really dating despite the both of them stating it openly more than once.

I also like to think that when Doc shows up, he'd join their dates and the three of them definitely have the best of times.

Flowers' death robbed us of many nice things but this is probably one of the best ones.

Bonus crackship:

When confronted with the question "would you fuck your clone?" Florida definitely answers that he's done it already. I'm scared and I will not elaborate further.

#agent florida #rvb #red vs blue #asks #red vs blue ships #captain butch flowers #lavernius tucker #agent wyoming #rvb sarge #rvb donut #franklin delano donut #longpost

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