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animehouse-moe · 10 months

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Mobile Suit Gundam - The Witch From Mercury S2 Episode 10: The Woven Path

So two things to start. I apologize for not getting this post out until today, but it was Father's day on Sunday (I'm not a father) so was spending time with family. Secondly, really cool that Ryusuke Tarou did an end card for GWitch. They're a super cool illustrator that has just what you need when you want to see all your favorite characters happy and free of trauma, living it up in the modern day. Their Twitter is full of fun and wholesome illustrations.

Anyways, the episode at hand. A lot going on, a lot of callbacks and references, and a lot of importance pieces. Unsurprisingly, that means a lot to talk about! Well, waste not want not, I'll get started.

If it wasn't already clear, Quiet Zero is a very large piece of religious symbolism coupled with the concepts of life and death, and it's not exactly subtle. The episode starts off with a Gundnode that is placed squarely within the cross that appears on Quiet Zero, evoking comparisons to crucifixion in regards to the sins that innocent Eri is forced to bear.

From the unsuccessful attack on Quiet Zero that brought the Gundnodes out, we bounce around establishing where all the characters begin at this episode. Finding Miorine holed up in her room, the Earth house puttering about getting prepared to follow Suletta into battle, and Suletta herself talking with Elan.

I thought they did a really good job of handling the interaction between this pair, as Suletta sits on the same bench she waited at her Elan for. The current Elan doesn't sit down though, rather he faces away from Suletta. I think it's a nice touch to keep this pair's relationship distant and on different wavelengths, and in part to show this Elan running away from something yet again. It's a great little piece to his character, that thanks to Suletta's words and Norea's book, allows him to see why someone would rally against the fear. For something greater than themselves, something that they want to protect or save.

Skipping ahead a little bit between the buildup, Guel comes to Suletta to offer her a chance at redemption. Just as she did for himself, though this time in the form of a duel.

I think it's great, and I also think it's a solid callback to Utena. I also hear there's a similar scene in an older Gundam series, but I'm a first time watcher (essentially) so I wouldn't have known otherwise. Anyways, choosing fencing as the form of combat was a really great decision on Guel's part. Half ego, half character, he challenges Suletta to a form of duel that can't be fibbed or faked, one that relies on the moment itself rather than careful planning or preparation. He wants to fight Suletta to prove himself, but to also allow Suletta that opportunity. He doesn't want to hold Miorine over her, nor does he want Suletta's pity. He wants to stand alongside her, to be shown to be equals through the purest comparison possible. I love it, I really do. I love how much our little Bob has grown into a man, but truth be told, thanks to that piece towards the end of the episode, I'm scared for him.

Anyways, here's the super smooth fencing sequence.

So, Suletta wins the duel, and with it the chance to talk to Miorine. I think it's very endearing, and like many have said prior to me, does a great job of allowing Miorine to quite literally open her own door. Before that though, she's crushed under the weight of her own actions, unable to move forward. Suletta doesn't offer her mother's hollow words to justify sacrifice, but rather approaches Miorine as someone who shares a terrible burden as well. I could say a lot more, but I'm going to summarize with this: it's the inverse of Suletta's experience at Plant Quetta. It's Suletta reaching out a caring hand to support Miorine through her fear of violence and death that stains her vision red. Suletta herself admits to her actions at Plant Quetta to establish that comparison for this moment.

Through this conversation, she uses a lot of the words that her mother gave her. That she was protecting someone, that it was the right thing to do. She does very well at realizing her mother's grasp on her in her own way, and in experiencing senseless death first hand, comes to understand how terrible it is. And of course, Suletta is a curse breaking machine through this second cour/season, as she continues to reference her mother's words in opposition to them. What I really love is how she's internalized the original phrase, and subconsciously uses it now, in her own ways, to uniquely support and encourage the characters that need it. It changes bit by bit each time we hear it, but it's still there, and it's still Suletta's version.

Suletta does successfully encourage Miorine, and coaxes both a potential death flag and future date out of her once-again fiancé, and we get a really impactful scene of Miorine moving forward to open the door on her own.

While the act is her own, she still has Suletta waiting on the other side to support her. Suletta still extends a hand out to Miorine, like her own mother did back on Plant Quetta. But rather than excusing or justifying Miorine's actions, she's accepting them alongside Miorine, providing a hand to hold onto while she fights onwards. What I really like with this scene is its subtleties. Suletta's hand reaches out further than Miorine's, but despite that action of reaching out, she places her open hand beneath Miorine's to allow Miorine to reach out for Suletta as well, and when Miorine does reach out, there's hesitation at first. And then there's the ending scene of their hands intertwined, where they both appear in the center of the frame without one side greater than the other. Really small details, but I think really important in regards to how the pair are interacting with and approaching each other. It's incredibly cute, and is only further bolstered by the use of a piano rendition of the opening song that punctuates this entire interaction.

With Miorine out of her room, the plan to begin an assault on Quiet Zero can begin, as Suletta climbs into the monster Calibarn to prep.

There's not a whole lot to comment on as Miorine retakes the reins of the Benerit Group, and even pays a visit to Shaddiq prior to the Calibarn testing. The real impactful piece is Miorine during Suletta's permet score testing. Despite the pain that Suletta's in as she climbs the scores, Miorine is the one that pushes her through to success. I think it's really great how much confidence she has in Suletta through this sequence, and that it all melts away when she reaches the needed score.

And with that success, the Earth house bolstered by the Benerit Group sorties to challenge Quiet Zero. It's also here that my panic attack for Bob begins. He's sortied in his own Dilanza when a Schwarzette appears and fires on him, with his own brother piloting. I'm scared for two reasons: the last time Guel fought family in space his father was killed, and his brother is piloting a Gundam. This means only one of two things, Bob dies, or his brother dies. I can just barely bare Guel losing his brother as well, but losing Bob himself would be heart crushing at this point.

Anyways, onto Suletta and Calibarn rallying against Quiet Zero! I really liked this piece because you can tell that Eri is in fact, holding back against her younger sister.

Also, Calibarn is Caliban from Prospero

Yeah, that's on me, I forgot to add it in the last episode where the name was revealed. I was more so irked by the fact that it was the convenient existence of another Gundam, that I completely spaced out on the fact that Calibarn was foretold by the existence of Aerial and Prospera. So yeah, my bad, but GWitch is still holding itself close to Shakespeare's Prospero, with the ideal of bringing Ericht back to life (which is a power that the play version of Prospera does wield).

Anyways, how is Eri holding back? Well, glad you asked! It's pretty clear to see in this one sequence here. The Gundnode has several arms which wield several beam sabers against Suletta and Calibarn's one. Child's play to understand that Eri could have ended the fight then and there, but instead opted for a more even playing field for Suletta. Really nice touch to show the love that Eri still has for Suletta.

And the icing on the cake, Ericht now appearing above her own casket. The whole idea of a cradle existing within her own casket, where she typically resides is a lot, and speaks to Prospera's grief for her lost daughter, so this sequence takes a different approach. Suletta's only ever seen Eri as Aerial (well, she used to, now they're separate), so the concept of her being "dead" doesn't ring true for her.

It's here that we find our episode's end though. Left on a cliffhanger, waiting to discover the fate of many of our characters, and what will become of Suletta and Ericht. Lots of great stuff, and I'm very curious to see if GWitch will stay true to it's Shakespearean roots.

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The sun's rays and the soft brush of lips bumping gently against Hinata's were the two culprits that drew her out of her beauty slumber and brought her back to the beauty of her world.

Hinata awoke from her peaceful dream to what appeared to be another dream.

Her gleaming lavender eyes cast a glance back into eyes that resembled the clear, blue waves of the ocean.

Such blue eyes held so much depth inside them that gazing into them made her feel as if she were drowning in an endless stream.

Her entire face lit up as she looked into the eyes of her awakened husband, who currently lay next to her own, his body facing her.

Naruto smiled brightly at the sight of Hinata stirring awake, tossing and turning against the sheets causing their king-sized bed to creak loudly, almost exactly like it had the night before.

The creaks produced that night could be defined as a cacophony of noises caused by the couple's intimate activities of touching and loving on one another all night long, engaged in a love match to determine who truly loved one another more.

Nevertheless, like all the previous love matches they initiated, the two were left tied.

Now, as they both lie in a state of complete relaxation, they are comforted by the warmth of one another's bodies as well as their soft pillows and bed sheets.

The two are now fully refreshed and satisfied, not only from the glorious sleep they experienced but also from the intense lovemaking they enjoyed the previous night as well.

But even still, Naruto seemed to have something on his mind.

His blue eyes twinkled with delight as he gazed into the eyes of his midnight blue-haired lover, who lay naked as the day she was born alongside his own naked body, cuddling up against him like a stuffed teddy bear.

The white, thick bed sheets caressed her curvaceous body with care, pouring over her fair skin like water to give her a sense of security and comfort. But even still, such a bed wasn't even close to offering her the same sentiments that he does.

Naruto pulled his head forward, once more to place his lips gently on his woman.

But this time, instead of her lips, he kissed the bridge of Hinata's nose.

And because she was awake, she reacted by giggling.

"Mmm, good morning, beautiful." He huskily whispered, a sound he always seemed to emit early in the morning, just seconds after slumbering. It was a side of Naruto that Hinata found extremely seductive.

Tingly inducing, she must add.

His voice dropped an octave, almost purring at her, as he talked, a sound that only could be described as beautiful.

Heaven.

In the mornings, Hinata could undoubtedly declare that his voice was fairly similar to the sexy voice he emits during passionate moments.

Rich and sensuous.

Hearing such a husky mass of eroticism first thing in the morning was such a gift. She felt really fortunate.

"Mmm." Hinata groaned softly in delight, relishing in Naruto's affection and love affirmation.

She returned his grin enthusiastically, displaying her hooded eyes and delicate features, which nevertheless appeared drowsy, given how lazy they looked.

Naruto chuckled at such an adorable sight before him, "Heh, I must say Hinata-chan, being half-asleep is a very good look on you." Naruto teased with a cheeky grin.

Hinata giggled.

The midnight blue-haired woman gently pulled one finger forward to tap Naruto's nose, earning herself another chuckle from him.

"Good morning to you too, my love."

Naruto hummed, bringing one hand forth to run it up her figure, just over the blankets, "How did you sleep, hime?"

"Wonderful. So, so wonderful." Hinata practically purred, shimming closer to her husband until her chest pressed against his own, her head peering up at him within the sheets.

While she moved, she revealed to him the joy in her lavender orbs, the joy of being close to the love of her life.

Naruto couldn't help but chuckle, undoubtedly finding his wife to be quite adorable. His hand never left her side, in fact, it continuously traced her figure through the thick fabric of the blankets, feeling against her bare body.

"Ahh, that's good news. What about..." Naruto shifted his hand forth to grab the top of the blankets, just to give it a light yank downward.

He did so, to uncover Hinata, just so he could swoop one large hand forth to place it along her bare thigh. He gave it a passionate rub.

Hinata groaned, responding positively to his warm touch. Her entire body warmed up simply from her husband's touch, despite the fact that the bed covers were no longer covering her.

Naruto carefully caressed her soft, supple skin, his blue eyes taking in the love bites he left on her thighs as a remembrance of their fun night.

Red, rosy, bite marks.

Some marks were a combination of blue and black, blended together to form an entirely new color, much like paint on a canvas.

Such bite marks developed in small snips where his teeth's markings were barely visible, leaving just multicolored impressions.

But, other parts of her body, such as the imprint of his sharp canines and molars, were clearly visible.

Such gorgeous pale skin now marred by his presence. Marred by his love.

With his hand lightly skimming over one of the harsher bite wounds he left on Hinata, Naruto tilted his blonde head against the pillows.

"How do you feel, considering...?"

"Sore." Hinata responded simply. She knew what he was hinting at.

The midnight blue-haired woman gave her husband a faint smile once she saw a flash of concern cross his bright features.

She shook her head, "My darling, I'm fine. I mean, I can hardly move, but my condition makes me happy."

"Mmm, you're happy, huh?" Naruto slid in closer, bringing his legs close to caress her own underneath the sheets.

He also started rubbing his hand over the bite marks on her thighs, tracing his fingertips along her bruised skin, granting her a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

She shuddered, "Yes. The love marks you've given me," Hinata pulled her hand down to place it on his own, just over the love bites he gave her, "the aches of my thighs and the butterflies in my stomach—All of it are acceptable to me."

Hinata's eyes gleamed brighter, almost twinkling, "They're all a r-reminder of your affection, your admiration, but most importantly, your love."

Naruto watched as his beloved wife's eyes began to tear up as she gazed deeply into his own, gazing into the eyes of the man she loved dearly, a man that she would sacrifice everything for.

Would die for.

She loved Naruto with all of her heart and of course, Naruto has finally come to love her just as much.

Just being in one another's lives has changed everything.

A radiant smile spread across the blonde male's whiskered face, his heart moved by his wife's words.

She always knew what to say to have him crumble; to remind him of why he loves her in the first place.

Hinata reminds him of this every single day.

Her passionate comments always touched him because, of course, he'd never had the luxury of experiencing love, passion, and validation from a close loved one.

His past was the embodiment of despondency.

As a child, he was always used to getting the short end of the stick and made to look like a complete monster due to the Kyuubi beast that rested inside of him.

He was called names that he would never dare call anyone else.

He was repeatedly wounded and driven to the brink of death countless times by the village's residents, but the foolish fox only healed his wounds, and the cycle continued.

He was used to being treated unjustly.

He was used to forging his own way, trying to figure out his identity, as to what his true mission in life was.

But luckily for him, years passed and the waking nightmare he once experienced vanished and his life shifted into a daydream.

Magnificently wonderful.

Every wish he made was granted one by one.

Each tear he shed was compensated for.

Every scream, yell, and cry was considered and remedied.

Every fist that he threw, he was awarded for.

All the pain and loneliness he has endured for so long was finally recognized and treated by those he loves and trusts.

Soon enough, the entire village was showering him with praise for his perseverance and tenacity, his will to never give up, and his ability to always pave the path through difficulties that almost all people would consider insurmountable.

But he did it.

Nothing stopped him.

Naruto can now say with comfort that he does, in fact, have companions with whom he forged unbreakable bonds, a lofty purpose as the prophesied child, presented as Konohagakure's hero.

But most importantly, he is now a husband to his devoted wife.

Hinata Uzumaki.

Now that everything has changed for him, he may, at last, understand what it feels like to be cherished, cared for, and admired.

His greatest wish has been granted.

And there isn't a day that goes by where Hinata doesn't express to him how much she loves him.

Even if Hinata hadn't uttered a word, Naruto could still tell she loves him very much.

Her eyes.

Her eyes told it all.

Every time she looks at him, an unfettered joy brims in her lavender eyes, a bright flame of love and admiration emerges, and only then, her lips would spread to form a radiant smile that grips his heart firmly.

Hinata was simply beauty incarnate; a gift from heaven above.

Just simply looking into the eyes of his lover, his wife, his soulmate, was a blessing.

And now he has that privilege once more. Early in the morning.

Hell, every single day.

Naruto cooed in delight at his lover, his eyes gleaming as he lost himself in the great big eyes that peered into his own before him; big pools of lavender that reminded him of the large round moon that dominated every night.

The same moon he used to converse with every night as a kid before going to bed.

That moon has now returned the favor by emerging as the dreamy eyes of his wife.

Ahh, what a magnificent treasure life could be.

Naruto bit his lip briefly, as an act to hold back his emotion, "Oh, Hinata-chan, what a wonderful wife you are." He moaned before moving his face closer to kiss her lips, expressing his love with his lips rather than with words.

Fortunately for him, Hinata was fluent in such a language.

Moans filled the room, just as they had the night before, as the two connected lips and ensued a passionate kiss that took one another's breath away.

Naruto tightened his grip on Hinata's nude body, only to have her withdraw her hand away and press his chest back against the bed.

He complied, fully reclining on the bed, and watched with squinted eyes as his lover rolled her body on top of his, bathing him with more of her lovely body heat.

Her gorgeous midnight blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and chest, spilling all over his own chest. Her dark hair strands tickled his flesh and caused an explosion of sensations to rush throughout his body.

Hinata's bruised bottom was tenderly clutched by his enormous hands as he reached under the blankets, all the while considering and tending to her achy thighs.

The blonde male then cocked his head to offer his wife a more profound kiss.

Hinata moaned in delight within the kiss, her eyes closed, and her entire body leaning completely on the male she adored as she relished his warm lips pressed against hers.

She reveled in the sensation of Naruto's lips caressing her own while frantically yanking and pulling at them in an effort to force her lips open and discover what they were concealing.

Of course, Hinata complied with her husband's wishes.

She let him in.

The midnight-haired woman opened her mouth a bit within the kiss only to feel her husband's tongue immediately react, shooting forth to slip inside the warm confines of her mouth.

Only then, did their passionate kiss turn messier, dirtier, hotter.

Naruto's hands caressed her flesh as if he didn't want to let her go, rubbing along her plump thighs, luscious ass, and even up her slim back.

Hinata clenched her hands on the pillows above Naruto's head, her legs anchored on either side of his naked waist.

Her nude body was now partly on display, the blankets just concealing her backside and rear.

The blonde and midnight blue-haired couple engaged in tongue-play, licking and suckling one another's lips, gums, and teeth, up to the point where their lungs were exhausted and their lips turned numb.

Soon enough, their kiss ended but doing so only brought a very special detail to Hinata's attention.

A faint tap of a foreign item brushed against her stomach as she lay on all fours over Naruto. The object was incredibly hard and even slimy, which drew her attention.

Hinata shifted her head down in curiosity.

She grinned, though, when she spotted her husband's manhood between his legs fully erect and standing firmly in the air.

His thick member leaned against her body as if it had its own mind, gravitating towards its desire in the same way that a flower responds to the sun.

It was such an amusing sight.

Hinata giggled, bringing her hand forth to nudge Naruto's chest playfully.

The blonde male grinned, that same cheeky grin she adored. It was a grin where his whiskered cheeks stretched wide apart, his cerulean eyes squinted, and his gleaming white teeth were shown, giving him the appearance of an adorable little fox.

Such a sight of pure joy expressed on her husband's face brought Hinata to her knees.

She shook her head in a chastising manner at Naruto, "Such a naughty boy you are." She whispered teasingly, referring to his erection. She then bent forth to rub her nose against his.

Naruto brushed her nose against hers in return, stroking her bruised body with his hands, clutching his woman close as she lay on top of him.

"We had so much fun last night, Naruto-kun. Are you telling me you're still not satisfied?"

Naruto leaned back against the cushions to chuckle, a seductive smirk on his face, his blue eyes squinting and twinkling.

Hinata blushed, her pussy tingling at such a seductive look from her handsome husband.

Naruto bit his lip, "I'm sorry, my beautiful hime, but I just can't seem to get enough of you. You're my everything and I simply cannot go without making those thighs of yours ache for me more."

He let out a purr, "No matter what time of day it is." He pulled his fingers forth to gently cup her chin, bringing her further towards him, "Morning, noon, night, it doesn't matter. I just want you."

He bent forward to press his lips against hers once again, sending Hinata to paradise.

Her lavender eyes rolled.

Naruto breathed heavily, "I want to be back inside you. I want to mark every square inch of your body with kisses and love bites, my love. I want you aching for me."

With that, Hinata felt Naruto move his fingers up her thighs, raking over her bruised flesh with his nails.

She jolted in mild discomfort, but the aching in her groan, combined with the seductive words Naruto had earlier purred at her, plunged her into a world of want from which she had no desire to escape.

She, too, was eager for more playtime with her love.

Hinata nodded her head slowly, watching as her gesture brought a satisfied grin to her husband's whiskered cheeks.

"Yes, Naruto-kun, mark me, kiss me." Hinata pulled her lips down to plant another kiss on his own lips.

Gentle wet plops of sound fled the room as she repeated the action of pulling her head back and diving forward to peck her husband's lips.

Hinata hummed, "Please make love to me, Naruto-kun. My p-p-pussy wants you." She breathed against his lips, boldly voicing her desires, voicing what her body yearned for. What it always yearned for.

Just on cue, Naruto's dick twitched against her, once more bringing attention to itself.

Hinata giggled.

Naruto hummed as he brushed his nails against Hinata's thighs, causing goosebumps and red, long scratch marks to emerge on her flesh.

"Mmm, and my dick wants you, baby." Naruto shrugged, rolling his eyebrows up at his flushed wife, "So, what are we still waiting for? Why don't we treat ourselves to some delightful morning sex?"

Naruto's voice was low, barely above a whisper as he also voiced his desires against the plump lips of his wife.

His murky eyes never left hers, giving her a full-on show of how those blue orbs of his grew darker due to his growing arousal.

It was a sight that made Hinata's body hot.

Naruto moaned, tilting his head a bit, "Just imagine, us two having another go at it, writhing against the sheets, fucking the entire morning away." The horny blonde licked his lips, "Oh, my beautiful hime, I can't imagine starting our day any other way."

A shudder rushed throughout Hinata's body as Naruto followed up his words with a subtle kiss on her cheek, just to drag it down to plant his lips on her highly defined jaw.

Her arms trembled, now struggling to hold herself up now that her body was battling with strong emotions of ecstasy.

Her eyes settled on closing as her husband continued to shower her body with his kisses. He turned his head, to trail his lips down her arms, pressing his lips gently against her smooth skin.

Only then did he observe her reaction.

Hinata shuddered and squirmed on top of him, kneading her hips against his sleek flesh underneath the blankets.

She inhaled deeply, blowing in and out as if in labor, while Naruto kissed every inch of her upper torso, blessing her with tingles that traveled from the tip of her head all the way down to her toes.

She felt so warm.

She felt so good.

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haveyouseenthis-childhoodshow · 6 months

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Have you seen this childhood show: Little Bear (1995-2001), Canada (English)

Commentary/Context/Memories: Some of my earliest memories are of my mum setting up the VCR before the show came on everyday so we could rewatch it! I still watch it sometimes when I’m having a bad day; it’s beautifully animated, and generally very chill and wholesome.

[Mod A: Little Bear gang rise up!! Loved this show growing up, used to do the same with the VCR as well! It’s such a comfort show for me, in the same genre of comfort as Franklin and Timothy Goes to School (I think we just need more 2-D animations of animals going about their daily life haha)

Also in looking for photos, I just found out via the below image that the Little Bear book (by Else Holmelund Minarik) was illustrated by Maurice Sendak (author and illustrator of Where the Wild Things Are) and was involved in the production of the Little Bear show (which I did not know before, so that was super cool to learn about!)]

#polls #childhood shows #nostalgia #canadian tv #1990s #early 2000s #2000s

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downthetubes · 10 months

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Best of British magazine celebrates 85 years of BEANO

The July edition of the long-running nostalgia magazine, Best of British, features an affectionate and wholesome tribute to The Beano as it reaches its 85th birthday

The July edition of the long-running nostalgia magazine, Best of British, features an affectionate and wholesome tribute to The Beano as it reaches its 85th birthday. The cover features an illustration including many Beano characters, past and present, such as Dennis the Menace and Gnasher, Biffo the Bear, The Bash Street Kids, Minnie the Minx, Little Plum, Roger the Dodger, Grandpa and at least…

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#Beano #Best of British #Chris Hallam #David McVey #downthetubes News #Humour Comics #Superheroes

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enii · 1 year

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I hope tomorrow will be a little bit better🐻💕

#illustration #artists on tumblr #cute #artoftheday #digital illustration #wholesome #not alone #be kind to yourself #note to self #be kind #bear illustration #cute bear #wholesome bear illustration #tomorrow will be better

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cutevoid · 6 months

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trying to be better :-)

#cute animals #kawaii art #inspiring quotes #self love #tattoo inspiration #wholesome #illustration #artist on tumblr #kidcore #vintage bear

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honeybadgermountain · 1 year

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Matt Bluebear | 'Hope'

#illustration #bear #humour #funny #art #comic #webcomic #cartoon #life #dailylife #drawing #sketch #indy #digital #worldbearday #balloon #cute #wholesome

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hiyeaj · 1 year

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Enjoying a bit of early spring

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#art #drawing #gif #animation #artists on tumblr #bear #illustration #cute #cottagecore #wholesome #cozy #bunnies #hiyeaj art

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kaythefloppa · 1 year

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Binga Redesign [Sloth Bear] + Rewrite/HC:

My first artwork that ever is posted on Tumblr. It's garbage and disproportionate, but it's something!! [to be clear, this isn't the only Lion King/Guard-based artwork that I've made, this is the first of many that I'll be uploading here].

I've been high off of my Lion Guard hyper fixation for the past few weeks, mainly in how demotivation and disappointing S3 was and how I should write my post-canon fic/have the events after the finale play out in my verse [which I will illustrate with some art-pieces - I'll do this here, Deviantart and on the Lion King subreddit, my user is KrattBoy2006].

However, one thing really ground my gears to a halt and made me immediately clap my hands and say "Fuck this" was fucking Binga. I refuse to accept this abominable incontinent MLP-OC-reject-pukeskin-gender-bendered little Chippette. She's 10x more annoying than Bunga is [even with Season 3's character assassination of the poor dude], her existence, personality, design, and by extension, her relationship with Bunga relies on really outdated, sexist, and overall boring hetero-romance tropes. You could cut her from the story and nothing of substance would be changed [don't believe me? Fiona Riley recorded more lines for the one episode Shabaha appears in, than for the 3 episodes Binga appears in. Take that however you will]

Out of everything in TLG S3 that I've had to tolerate or write around when it comes to my headcanons, AUs, and fics, Binga is the one thing that I flat-out choose to ignore altogether. If not because of how much cringe I endure, it's because.... she's boring lmao.

And rather than just taking the easy way out and pretending she doesn't exist [not like that's not a good option either] or by having Bunga dump this chick [again, am not entirely opposed to], I eventually just said “screw canon” and came up with my own version of her, more fleshed out than in the show itself [I’m definitely not a fan of her name since that’s another cisbend of Bunga, but until I find a good substitute, I'll go with Sloth!Binga].

Rant Aside: On with my Rewrite version of Binga. Here, she’s a sloth bear: Why that? Because A) I want to take more advantage of the Asia setting, B) because sloth bears are termite predators like honey badgers so it does fit, C) because sloth bears, much like honey badgers are incredibly fierce when they need to be, D) I’m a sucker for height difference in relationships, and E) I think them being an interspecies couple makes it very interesting, funny, and wholesome, and be a neat mirror to Timon & Pumbaa's relationship. [And before y'all say anything about how they can't have babies, note that the ability to reproduce in a relationship should not solely determine if two characters should and shouldn't get together]:

I originally wanted to have her be a honey guide [since they do also live in India]. But then I read that the whole "Honey badger/honey guide symbiotic relationship" thing was an outdated myth so I went with the next available bug-eating, Indian-native animal.

In my AU, Binga is the polar opposite of Bunga. She lived in fear and isolation as a result of immense trauma from the loss of her parents [in the same tragedy that took Sãhasí and Ãnanda and left young Rani with a scar, I'll get to that point in my verse soon]. The Night Pride adopts her out of pity and she grows up as a sister to Rani and Baliyo until she leaves on her own: Meeting Bunga inspires her to be braver, but at the same time, she is able to help Bunga become mature and level-headed, and which inspires him to eventually reconcile with Kion and apologize to him for his emotional negligence.

Bunga and Sloth!Binga have an on-off relationship. Both of them are new to the concept of actually being with someone, especially with one of them having such a coveted and busy title as the Night Pride's Bravest. They go through some ups and downs and travel around lands with each other before eventually deciding that they would rather spend the rest of their lives with each other.

I have 2 existing possible outcomes for their future:

Scenario 1:

Bunga and Binga follow Kion to the Pridelands after him and Rani's relationship falls apart, and during their time there, Bunga and Binga stay at Timon & Pumbaa's old home. When Kion returns to rebuild his alliance with the Night Pride, Bunga, and Binga opt to stay in the Pridelands, and they help advise the next Bravest of the Lion Guard .

Scenario 2:

Same as Scenario 1, except when Kion returns to the Tree of Life, Bunga and Binga return alongside him and become the surrogate aunt and uncle to Kion and Rani's kids.

In either outcome, they do end up adopting children, orphaned from both the Pridelands and the Tree of Life, much to the excitement of Grandpa Timon & Pumbaa.

For Binga's design, I tried to incorporate the sloth bear look and blend it with Binga's design. The freckles were my own design choice. Overall it doesn't look as awful as it could've been.

#the lion king #the lion guard #the lion guard bunga #the lion guard binga x bunga #bunga lion guard #character redesign #character rewrite #the lion guard season 3

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Content (An Our Flag Means Death Fanfic Snippet)

SPOILERALERT: This story contains quite heavy spoilers for Our Flag Means Death up to episode 10, be warned!

TW: Contains thoughts of physical violence and a lot of cursing

So, this is a little AU/thought play of how a certain scene of ep 10 might have changed if Izzy had not had his final outburst of toxic masculinity but somewhat more self-conciousness. Just needed to get that out of my system. You can keep spelling errors ;) (and please excuse any weird phrasing or strange sentences and punctuation, English is not my native language but I tried to do my best).

So, here we go,

enjoy!

I could not take it anymore. Not a second longer was I able to stand there in the corner, listening to Edward mumbling something about how wholesome it was to clean up the room. As if any of this mess would have been wholesome. Nothing of it even made sense: not the exquisit green and gold panelling of this far too luxurious quarters, not the stupid little library full of books whose gold-studded spines seemed to mock me whenever I had to enter this room; tantalizing and disgusting they laughed at me, a constant reminder of Bonnets presence, even if he himself now was finally gone. What he left behind was worse. A thousand disgusting, cheesy decorations, all the ornate candlesticks and figurines, screaming of the soft little rich boy who owned them, the drapings and curtains and tablecloths with their colourful patterns and exquisite embroidery, this aggregation of random stuff that had no actual business being aboard a fucking pirate ship.

What made this living hell even worse was the soft whisteling of my boss collecting empty rum bottles in what seemed to be a maidens basket, made only for delicate flowers or some more unnecessary cloth. The man I had sailed with for so many years and which I had now trouble recognizing in this in this new, much too tidy, almost juvenile appearance, drowning in the awful red robe whose mere existence would have made him choke back in the old days.

It made me choke. Looking at him hurt, even though I could not tell why exactly. Was it just the sickening softness that Bonnet’s presence had imprinted on him? Were it the shadows under his eyes that spoke volumes about what he had spent the last few days doing? The fact that he had been weeping for that ungrateful canaille who had left him behind at the first opportunity to return to his cushy, soft life without so much as a second thought about what he had abandoned? Of course I was glad to be rid of that unbearable imbecile. But as much as I hated to even think about it, the way Stede Bonnet had dumped Edward made me even angrier, if that was possible, than the alien man who was standing in front of me right now.

„Izzy?“

I totally had missed the question, trying to avoid the pathetic sight by reluctantly flipping through one of Bonnet‘s books. Not just any book, though. The letters on the cover had felt like a punch in the stomach and the lines blurred before my eyes as if I was blacking out – or was I crying? – as I came upon the illustration. An almost grotesque woodcut, rough, foreign, yet in a way so familiar that it hurt even more. Blackbeard, the caption read, but I could not bear to look at it, precisely because it was so accurate. Instead I tried to meet Edwards eyes, probably hoping to find some glimpse of that icy, frightful impatience, that on-the-edge tension I had seen so often when he called my name like that. It turned out to be a mistake.

No impatience, no anger, no trace of that slightly unsettling, deeply impressive, unwarranted wild fire that used to chill me to the bone. The familiar dark eyes looked completely different in the beardless, much too soft face. Their expression was itself far too soft. It was not Edward who was looking at me, it was Stede. Stupid fucking Stede Bonnet, again. How I hated him.

Gripping the book tighter, my fingernails digging into the cover as if I wanted to tear it apart the same way it tore me apart, I stared back at that scumbag, desperately trying to find my voice again.

„I’m gonna speak plainly“, I declared more calmy than I would have thought possible, and took half a step toward him, maybe expecting - or hoping? - that he would come at me after all. But Edward only nodded mildly, still far too understanding, and added another bottle to his collection with a soft clink.

„Wonderful“, Stede Bonnet said with Edwards voice, „you know we share our thoughts on this ship.“

Again, I was so taken aback that it took me a moment to find the right words, and for a moment all I could do was stare at him, the way he patiently waited for my judgment, faintly smiling as though he expected me to say something nice. No sign of my captain, who had never given the least fuck about what his crew were thinking. But maybe that was exactly the problem.

„I should have let the English kill you.“ There it was, all my disappointment in that simple statement. It cut deep, I could see it in his face, the way he slightly rised is brow to the faintest knockoff of a scowl, but even more I felt it. As if my words were a double-edged blade and I just cut myself open. But I had passed the line now, so I might as well keep going. Wasn't that what Bonnet wanted? Talk it through as a crew. Only that I had never felt so alone.

„This – whatever it is that you have become – is a fate worse than death.“, I added, letting out all the contempt that consumed me from the inside out as if someone had set my guts on fire.

That little scoff, the hurtful smile that flashed over his face, it cut even deeper. He knows, it shot through my head, he knows exactly. Or was it my heart, throbbing with pain, cramping so badly I almost could not breath, now clasping that book like a lifeline, so anxiously waiting for the answer as if my life depended on it. In a way, it did.

„I am still Blackbeard“, that alien man declared with a glimpse of the familiar Edward-kind of confidence, maybe even the slightest hint of a warning trembling through his voice. Don’t try me, dog. It was almost there. But was it? Or was it just what I wanted to hear?

NO, I wanted to scream at him, dramatically ripping the page with the real Blackbeard out of that stupid book and throwing it into his face. This, THIS is Blackbeard!, it echoed in my head, my own voice, distorted with anger and pain, while Edward was just looking at the picture with this big, innocent, girly eyes as if he did not even recognize it. I wanted to hurt him so badly, let him feel all the rage that had built up over the last weaks, give back at least some of the pain it had inflicted on me watching him throw aside everything he was, throw me aside, me and the years of loyal service and what I had thought was friendship. All for the first best dumbass who happened to come along, simply because he was more interesting than anything I could offer him. Oh yes, I had deceived myself when I told Edward the story of how this incompetent idiot Bonnet had deprived me of my spoils by mere luck.

THIS is Blackbeard. Not some namby pamby in a silk gown pining for his boyfriend!

He would probably hear how jealous I was, and I hated the thought, but that was my fucking problem all along. And it would not matter. If he was right, if he told the truth – if he was Blackbeard after all – he would be at my throat before I would have finished my pining for the past, for the time when it had been just me and him against the world. It was so pathetic that I even felt this way, but far worse that I had let it come this far. I seriously had the wish to provoke him until I had the unmistakable proof before my eyes that he was still in there. I desperately needed to see him. My Edward.

Blackbeard is my captain, I would then go on, when I finally saw the cold fire in his eyes again, the beast that slumbered deep down in the abyss of his soul, the darkness that mothers warned their children about. The part of him that made me feel strong, almost invincible when he was around, even though it was frightening as fuck. I had learned to deal with it, even enjoy the thrill, to endure the omnipresent threat that he might turn against me the next second because I somehow failed him. I had even been proud that I could bear the tension, proud that he trusted me to channel and translate this concentrated amount of irrationality for the crew.

I serve Blackbeard. Not Edward. Edward better watch his fucking step. It was a promise, a promise of loyalty to my captain, but also to myself. Don’t let him become weak.

But it was a lie, wasn’t it? That was why it hurt so much. Because I had failed us. Even worse: I let him get hurt.

It is my job to make sure that Edward is content. The memory flashed through my head, leaving a burning trace behind my eyes that still had trouble to focus on a certain point. I had said it myself. Edward, not Blackbeard. As. It. Had. Always. Been. Had I not known all the time that Blackbeard was just a mask, as much theatre performance and acting as what Stede Fucking Bonnet had the nerve to call a fuckery? And he adores you, memory-Izzy went on, punishing me, Why, I will never understand, but he does. And then fucking Bonnet’s stupid, clueless face. This fucker hadn't even known what treasure he held in his hands. But I had not realized either.

Only now I could see that I had lost this battle long before. Even when I had challenged Bonnet to that duel, trying to finish Edwards unfinished business – trying to force him to keep up his play – I had already lost. All I had achieved was driving my captain, my friend, even further away – with my own fear of loosing him. Whoever he was, exactly, since my fantasy of him obviously was nothing more that that – a fantasy, the delusion of a lonely fool who was overwhelmed with his own darkness and therefore desperately needed someone even darker, even more dangerous by his side. Someone stronger. Safer.

That was why I hated „Ed“ so much. Because I could not relate in any way to that unsettling amount of kindness and goodness that Stede Bonnet had unearthed in the man I thought I knew oh-so-well, and I hated them both even more for the fact that I had not been able to do anything even remotely comparable for Edward. I could not let go of my idea of him because it would have meant to let go of my idea of who I was and that scared the shit out of me.

With a muffled clatter, the book fell from my numb fingers. It felt like hours that we had stood there in silence, Edward warily – or was he worried? – watching me as if he expected the attack I had launched in my mind. I was doing it again, wasn’t I? Making him put up his mask, for me. Locking myself out from the real person that was or was not Blackbeard. Not the Blackbeard I wanted him to be, at least. In a strange, twisted way he was making sure I was content. But wouldn’t that mean he needed me, after all? Wanted me here? I did not dare to ask.

„No“, I finally managed to say quietly, my own voice sounding strange to my ears, hollow and tired. It is my job to make sure that Edward is content, it echoed through my mind again. That was all I had ever been: his loyal dog. And if I could be content with that we might even be able to get over Stede Bonnet. Together.

„No, Edward, you are not.“, I declared, emphasis on his name, trying to make clear that it was okay without having to say it out loud. You don’t have to be Blackbeard, I am okay with that. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

He stared at me, motionless, as if he could not comprehend the meaning of my words, while I slowly bent down to pick that damned book from the ground, open it up and carefully rip out the page with the picture before putting it back on the shelf where it belonged. Clasping the paper tightly so that he would not need to see that horrific idol I had made him, I gathered all the strength I had left for the words my own rage had made so terribly necessary.

„I’m sorry.“ Two and a half words, but they seemed to be stuck in my throat, clenching themselves into the flesh that very much deserved to be ripped open, harder to get out in the open than anything before. Apologizing seemed to become my new thing with the captain, apologizing from the horrible things that came out of my mouth when I was hurt. „Of course I don’t want the English to kill you. I’d rather die myself.“

I die seeing you like this, anyway.

Reluctantly, I turned to the door, deep down hoping – or fearing – he would say something instead of just looking at me with this obscure expression somewhere between hurt and wonder. Oh how I wished for I could take back everything I said before, and how at the same time I hated myself for that weakness.

„Let me know if you need something, Boss“, I said before I cut the retreat, scrapping up my last pieces of dignity to make it out of here before I could say anything stupid. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs for some reason, while I tried to think straight. What next? Get rid of that ugly picture and then – what? Leave for good? Or just –

„Iggy!“, exclaimed the last person on earth – why, besides Bonnet, of course – I wanted to see now, when I bumped into him just outside the captains quarters. Stupid fucking writer-boy.

„Fuck off, Spriggs!“, I spat into his grinning face with all the contempt I had the strength left for, and tried to make my way past him, but he blocked my path and sneered down on me in a way that stirred the desire to peel that fucking grin of his face piece by piece. Or feed him one of his oh-so-talented artist fingers.

„Need a hug, little man?“

For a second, the absurdity of the question – not to mention the wording – froze me to the ground, leaving me even more speachless than the encounter with Edward had, but the stonehard ball of paper relentlessly cutting its way into my hand reminded me I had a task to fulfill. Yet still –

„Why the fuck –“, it was so ridiculous! – „Why would I want a fucking hug?“ From anyone, but you little slut in particular?!

Immediately, the boy swapped his stupid grin for his best bitch-please expression and somehow managed to make me even more angry, gesturing at my face in this annoyingly feminine way of his.

„Because“, he said softly, as if I were to stupid to understand, „you are crying, dizzy Izzy.“ He now looked almost friendly. Disgusting.

I glared at him, petrified, trying to look intimidating in some way, but the urge to punch him in the stomach was suddenly gone when I slowly realized – He. Was. Right.

„… FUCK.“

#our flag means death #ofmd fic #edward teach #blackbeard #dizzy izzy #izzy our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd fanfic #ofmd au #ed x izzy #izzy hands fanfic

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