Some simple Spamton NEO expressions to get me back in the groove of drawing after my hiatus.
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The Boy in the Iceberg
58 seconds in and I can already see why people say this show is gorgeous. Look at those colours! Although the double image around some of the line art is distracting.
Can water do that? Just have random fast currents in an otherwise pretty still ocean? Also, Catara couldn't have grabbed a spare paddle and helped? Actually they seemed screwed anyway. If they were going any faster they probably would have landed harder, or not on ice at all.
Judging by Sokka's lack of reaction to Catara's temper tantrum, I'd say she has that exact rant at least three times a week.
It's a face!
Maybe the giant orb created the current to summon them there?
Catara has no self-preservation instincts at all. Giant glowy orb washed up in front of you, don't poke it!
Tiger seals.
Solitaire. Neat.
That haircut is not good. Also a very unique choice for a voice. Wait this is Zuko? The guy everyone's obsessed with?
I love Appa already.
"this is Catara, my flying sister." A man after my own heart.
They really would have been stuck without Aang to offer a ride. What was their plan to get home?
Zuko is a prince? Hunting the avatar to reclaim his honour. Not sure how those two go together but ok. I guess 100 years ago the avatar stole a time-travelling Zuko's honour.
Appa can swim through the night? Why does he have six legs?
I didn't know this was a dream sequence at first and I was wondering where Sokka and Catara were. For future reference: dreams are brown.
Aang should have frozen to death by now. That's nowhere near enough clothes. And Catara can't be only just noticing the blue lines now.
Seems like the village has hit a rough patch.
If this is how catara reacts to a bald child, she's gonna spontaneously combust the first time she meets a teenage boy who isn't her brother. And how is an air bender going to teach her water bending?
Between the Appa snot and the watchtower gag, I sense Sokka will become the butt of many jokes.
You know, if you want him to actually learn, maybe tell him what he did wrong rather than reciting philosophical stuff and then shooting fire at his face? His presumably scarred face? Scarred presumably by fire? Kudos to Zuko for not flinching.
Is there a stick in Zuko's hair that's supporting it upright or does his hair just do that? Does Zuko have Pippi Longstocking hair? Speaking of hair, why does Catara have her hair like that? Surely that gets in the way of seeing stuff? It does look good when her hood is up though.
Good sneaky exposition dump Zuko. Didn't notice it until I thought about it after.
There's something hilarious yet tragic about Sokka spouting the wartime equivalent of live laugh love quotes and losing the battle with potty breaks. He has no idea what he's talking about but he believes in what he's saying so much.
Did Aang spend an hour in there?!?
So pretty.
Appa has six legs and penguins have four wings. Is the rule in this show that animals have 50% more appendages?
Last airbender smothered by penguins, more at 11.
"I haven't done this since I was a kid!" "You still are a kid!" That line feels like something that's going to come back.
Was the whole 'being a bender is showing no fear' or however that line went actually about bending, or do you really just want to explore the ship, Aang?
Gerbils at the south pole?
Would the fire nation send people back to rig a lost ship or are all fire nation ships rigged at all times and the crews are just used to working around the traps? Actually that would be a great way to catch spies.
I would jump to brain-damage induced amnesia from being trapped in an iceberg for a few hours before I'd ever think of a century long cryo-sleep. "it's the only explanation." Really?
All of these backgrounds are so pretty.
Air bending gets you some serious air. Those hops are stupid big, even accounting for cartoon physics.
I really like the end credits music. And according to the credits, I've been mispelling Katara's name this whole time.
Some final thoughts:
Katara (with a K) is too idealistic and trusting and Sokka is too cynical and suspicious. A perfect sibling pair. Also I love Sokka's sense of humour.
I like Aang's specific flavour of goofiness. He seems secure in himself and genuine. He has attention issues though.
Appa is a sea bison actually. Common misconception.
I like that they introduce the antagonist like 10 minutes into the first episode, but they're going to have to flesh him out way more before I read Zuko as anything other than an asshole. Also the voice is going to take a while to get used to. It's not that it doesn't fit the character design, it's just that I've never heard an actual human talk like that naturally. It's kind of muppet-like. Maybe he damaged his throat when he got that scar?
The voice acting is just superb. Even single lines like Gran Gran have distinct character. I did have to rewind a couple of times to catch what the old man with Zuko was saying.
The shading on the snow, the clouds and the skies, it's all so beautiful. You could watch this episode on mute and still be satisfied.
Katara is the only waterbender in the whole south pole, Sokka is the only man in the whole village, and Aang is the only air bender in the whole world. Gonna be a lot of lonely kids in this show. I sense a theme. I bet Appa is the only sea bison too.
Sokka is my favourite so far, but I think Aang is going to grow on me. Katara is a little bit too much of a Little Sister (TM) and Zuko just feels flat. But that just means more room to grow for both of them as characters. Of course Appa reigns supreme. I hope there's more of him in the next episode.
Even though this was half of a two-part episode, the cut off didn't feel abrupt. Maybe not a full self-contained story, but they left off at a perfect place.
Rereading this before posting, I asked a lot of quetsions. That's good! So many hooks to get me into the show, all in the first episode. I'm looking forward to the next one.
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end of term art dump! (technically a mid-exam week art dump, HOWEVER when i initially posted this on instagram it was the end of term, sue me)
characters under the cut! (please click for better resolution! tumblr eats the quality apparently)
elwing the white, the silmarillion (specifically, i think, from the one with all the birds by @clothonono)
tabitha minci (mother of lisa minci), genshin impact (an oc from the wind rises by @sword-dad-fukuzawa)
the base sketch of my silmariën and isilmë piece
dress ideas based on aredhel, eärwen and finduilas, the silmarillion
my genshin impact oc, viveka kaldr (5 star cryo sword, the 12th fatui harbinger)
the honourable miduchi tané, from the priory of the orange tree by @sshannonauthor
four of the ladies of the valar (nienna, varda, nessa, vairë), the silmarillion
my star wars the old republic oc, isaalis amavane (sith inquisitor assassin)
padmé motherfreaking amidala, star wars (my beloved!)
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Gray Lore Dump!
Art by @tinymintywolf and @lousysharkbutt !
Lore below >:)
Name: Gray Njord Legrand
Birthday: August 15 1916
Age: Biologically 24 years old.
Faction: Hydra
Current Occupation: Assassin
Likes: Iris, McDonald’s, Cats, Ava (his handler), Bucky Barnes
Dislikes: Remembering literally anything about his childhood, Hydra, his job, the Winter Soldier
Powers: Teleportation to anywhere he can visualise, (which he calls “glitching”) long lifespan, better endurance.
Languages: English, German, a bit of Russian.
Allies: Holly (sister) Iris (gf) Izzy(foster bro) Ava (handler)
Belief: He has a strong loyalty to his handlers in Hydra, but hates the group as a whole. He believes the strong rule the world and considers himself a weak person.
Achilles Heel: He follows orders to a tee, having lost hope a long time ago. Only after he meets Iris does he begin to question his place in the world. He also will bury any emotion that scares him or makes him uncomfortable, which sometimes frustrates the people around him.
Timeline:
Gray is a quiet, angry, and deeply sad individual. He was a bright, happy child before the accident that killed his family (excepting Holly), but being the lone survivor drove him to bitterness. After escaping the car wreck before the FBI arrives, he heads to an orphanage, winding up in a permanent home at around 15 (biologically and physically). He is happy, for a bit.
Around this time, he finally finds out about his powers. This happens when, during a heated argument with his foster dad, he feels threatened by how angry his dad is getting, and straight up disappears.
This of course, is his teleportation powers manifesting through the ways it usually does with mutants: trauma.
Unfortunately for him, he ends up in Russia. Specifically, the place where Bucky is currently being held by the Soviet Union.
After the initial shock of finding someone in a very high-security area, agents take him away and question him. They find out about his powers and quickly place him in a secret project involving a few half-blooded children of Asgardians. This project is nicknamed aptly Project: Demigod. Gray lives through a few years of nonstop lab experiments, before the project is closed and he is moved to the winter soldier program. He is the only survivor of Demigod.
He is trained as an assassin, and after a few false starts they figure out how to keep him from teleporting away: a slow-acting poison injected into him that only they contain the antidote to. It forces him to stay close in order to receive the antidote before he dies. After he receives the antidote he gets another shot of the poison, and the cycle continues.
Gray spends the next few decades becoming better and better at his craft. After his intitial training, he ends up following the Winter Soldier to Hydra, and works for them for a few decades. No one ever bothers to stick him in cryo, as he never ages.
He is sent after many minor political officials, and occasionally serves as a carrier pigeon for intel.
In 2004 he loses his left leg. (I forget to draw his prosthetic all the time. I suck lol). Hydra deems him too unimportant to get an actual high-tech prosthetic, and instead give him one that sort of sucks.
He goes to stay for a few weeks in a Hydra safe house, during which he meets Izzy and his foster dad. He forms a close bond with them both. After the Incident (see Izzy), he returns to his job.
His routine remains the same, until in 2011, when he meets Iris during a mission to exchange height-security information. She convinces him to go a bar, which helps spark the first bit of spontaneity and agency he’s had in a long while.
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HEADCANON MASTERPOST*
About Blue.
Blue vs. Celia.
Kantrio Fallout's effects on her personality.
Shaped by childhood loneliness.
Near-demise at Mt. Silver ( ft. @twilighttheater )
Regrets and motivations. ( ft. @twilighttheater and @mindovermechanics )
Dwelling in the past. ( ft. @twilighttheater )
Reactions to compliments.
Evolution research.
Gym circuit regrets.
Commitment-phobe.
Processing emotions.
Handling negative emotions.
Sign language.
Morning routine.
Food and drink preference. & Favorite snack.
Unwinding and self-care.
Favorite flower.
Tech- and item-savvy.
Love of the arts.
Social Media.
Bag contents.
Relationships and Suggestive HCs.
NSFT headcanon dump.
Favorite positions.
Views on PDA.
Opinion on love bites.
Pokémon-related.
First and faves.
Key Stone and Mega Bracelet.
Kanto gym circuit roster.
Kahuna Clash roster.
Zia's evolution into Espeon.
Badge collection.
About Others.
Relationship with Red and Green. ( general )
Relationship with Red and Green. ( @twilighttheater version )
Comparison to Red and Green. (general )
( Lack of ) reliance on her parents.
Alric Winters.
AUs.
Rosa's Royal Ball AU - Sorceress, Travels
Genshin Impact AU - Cryo Catalyst
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“Like an unpolished Starsilver” is starting to become my go-to description when it comes to GI wow
Shadows Amidst Snowstorms brought a few symbolisms in (high/low-quality Starsilver, Traveler and Albedo’s painting of Paimon, gardener & three roses & two defective ones with thorns) but this one’s gotta be my favourite one
(Symbols should gain significance throughout the story. Why not use Starsilver and keep with it instead of introducing more…?)
Speaking of 2.3, the event section of its trailer showed a Cryo-wielding Albedo as its final scene, right? Usually when a trailer is edited like that I’d think that’s not the final boss, surely, so this is why the trailer gives me the impression that there ought to be another bigger fight afterwards (hence my anticipation of a canon fight against Primordial Albedo after piecing together the story from fan art). (In other words the trailer half-spoiled its climatic big boss fight.) The trailer makes the plot seem thrilling, but that’s because Albedo’s lore-dumping in some scenes with the Traveler is cut out, and Amber & Eula’s campfire talk is also cut out. I’ve already mentioned Bennett, Amber, and Eula’s lack of impact on the canon plot in my other post… Version 1.2’s trailer “The Chalk Prince and the Dragon” interestingly also puts its Cryo Regisvine boss fight at the start but it doesn’t reveal much about Festering Desire & Durin himself. Then again, I suppose I’m more interested in the “failure of the Primordial Human Project” than a corrupted sword…
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Why Bucky Staying Frozen for Years at a Time Doesn’t Make Sense
First and foremost, this was triggered by me reading that someone thinks Bucky should be low on the best MCU fighters list in terms of technical skill because he was only pulled out of cryo a couple dozen times over fifty years and he would have as much training or experience as other fighters. While I am not and will not ever get into a fight over whose the best fighter, the statement also made me think about a number of things about Bucky’s skillset and time as the Winter Soldier that either doesn’t make sense or is glossed over in the MCU.
The first thing I want to point out is that while Natasha says he’s only credited for a couple dozen kills, she also (in that same breath) says that most of the intelligence community doesn’t think he exists, so the majority of his kills wouldn’t be tied to him. Plus, as we saw with the Starks, he is capable of making deaths look like accidents to the point where until Natasha’s info dump absolutely everyone not-Hydra thought the Starks died in a car accident.
Right. Now.
Hydra would have regularly taken Bucky out of cryo for training otherwise he wouldn’t be able to do half the shit he does.
For fighting, as time went on standards for military and law enforcement training got higher and higher, which would mean Hydra - in order to keep Bucky has the best of the best - would have had to make sure Bucky had incredibly intense knowledge in multiple martial arts. And I can guarantee they wouldn’t have been cool with their master assassin knowing one type of martial art so they would have pulled him out more than once to diversify his skillset.
Do you know how long it takes to master a martial art? Even where he’s learning for sixteen hours a day it would still take a few months. Why? Because fighting is like 80% muscle memory.
Which brings me to my next point; they would not have been able to leave Bucky in a freezer for years a time, defrost him, immediately send him out on a mission, and have him be a top fighting ability.
The reason why my taekwon do instructor had me practice the different types of kicks by repeatedly kicking the air in a slow and controlled manner when I was first learning was so that when I had to do it fast and hard the movement would be so ingrained in my head I could do it properly without thinking about it.
The reason why field agents with the FBI and whatever need to spar on the regular is because when you don’t spar for a while your body starts to forget and you get worse at it.
So yeah. Hydra either would have had to unfrost Bucky regularly for training and practice or they just straight up should have kept him out of cryo.
Another reason why they wouldn’t have been able to keep him under for long periods of time is because assassins aren’t all fighting, they need various other skills as well. Mostly, they would need tech knowledge.
We clearly see in TWS and CW that Bucky has piloting skills and learning to become a pilot in the military takes a few months for basic training, let alone the level of mastery that Hydra probably required Bucky to have. He would have had to be out for a while to learn to be a pilot and then every time there was a technological upgrade they would have had to pull him out again in order to teach it to him.
Same goes for weapons. They would want him to know how to be deadly with literally anything and every time someone came up with a new type of weapon or an upgrade he’d have to learn to do it.
Other small things Bucky would have to know in order to be a good assassin:
Get past security systems
Going off of that, probably some basic computer hacking skills. You’re telling me they never once decided to kill two birds with one stone and have him steal info and kill someone.
Speak multiple languages
Drive various types of vehicles and probably the basics to fix them as well
How to fix his own arm and how to fight without it when he can’t fix it
Various ways of electronic and radio communication
Poisons and their antidotes (for accidents)
(Many of these are based on the idea that Hydra wouldn’t have always been able to send him out with a team)
What would be an extremely hilarious fic concept is Bucky knowing how to hack through intense computer security systems and yet having no fucking clue how to use a microwave.
Anyway, this is long and winded but my point is that keeping Bucky frozen for extended periods of time makes no sense and that Bucky should be acknowledged as being terrifyingly good at fighting.
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Winter's Wolf
The design of the wolf in this story is based off of the Denholm Dump, which can be found here! The art is wonderful, and I highly recommend a look.
The Winter Soldier was becoming defective.
The wipes were wearing off faster and faster. They had to put him into cryo more and more, and he kept attacking his handlers. So HYDRA stepped up their experimenting--a soldier, more than one, if they could manage it, with the mind of an animal, but more intelligent, so it would obey them, but only them, without needing to be wiped. Trained by the Winter Soldier, they'd have all they ever needed.
They never intended on the Soldier getting attached.
They never intended on their new Asset being capable of thought.
They never intended on the Soldier breaking free of his brainwashing, and taking their new Asset with him.
Chapter 1 - I show up with heart ablazing
Chapter 2 - Tomorrow, your training intensifies
Chapter 3 - One day when you're big and strong; You will be a king
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what do you think with the romances in mass effect overall? i was kind of happy with andromeda in the end bu t i did miss some of the other ones
sidenote i actually got completely sidetracked with your question so let me preface with that despite a lot of grievances i do enjoy the romances and the characters, obviously, or i wouldnt still be here. yes even liara, to some degree. not a lot but to some degree shes not the worst character ive met in a game. lots of things i would improve on or yknow. change but hey. we’re here now. rest under cut skjfdh
overall? hm. i mean................. there’s no denying that femshep got screwed over massively in the OT. i mean they were like ‘oh my god we dont have any hot aliens for femshep bc we never figured we’d get this far. lets throw a fish and a bird together and see what happens. oh but then give him terminal cancer and a son he doesnt speak to, and have him mention how much he loved his wife while you proposition him for sex’ and presented it with a lil bow on top. no wonder there were and still are soooooo many fics and art and comics out there rewriting the entire romance lmao. oh and jacob? cheats on you, knocks up another woman, names the baby after you. they wrote the black man doing that? like i know bioware is tone deaf but thats too much. and if you do decide to pursue vega? yeah. we all know what happens there. oh AND if you do decide to romance someone else in me2, after romancing kaidan in me1, he says you cheat on him. you cant call him out on it. however if you play mshep and romanced ashley then someone else, you can shut her entire conversation down. their justification btw was that, same with how kaidan doesnt use his biotics half the time anywhere like when eva core smacks him around the beginning, that it was too time consuming/expensive to rig an entirely new set of lines/interactions/everything, so it’s basically just. ashley’s stuff.
and that mass effect couldnt work out just what it wanted to be, even in the beginning, with being a new cool fancy space opera, but wait we still gotta be like. super manly. no one is gay in space. (like why bother recording the mshenko romance from me1, the mshrios one in me2, and then debating including mshakarian like hello. NEVERMIND tali, miranda, jack alone in me2 for femshep). and mshep can still pick up other romances in me3, however he can inadvertently kill his me2 love interest if he dumps them.
i love shrios. hate what happened with it. i played me2 first on ps3 (as obv me1 hadnt been ported and u didnt even get the genesis comics u got a longer questionaire with miranda and jacob), and so like if you play femshep, and say u saved kaidan.......... the game automatically looped in a romance. and i had NO idea who this bloke was, but his photo was in my cabin, and it ended up being face down lmao. i did go back to me1 eventually on the xbox, and played through with the romances but yknow. that will always be the funniest experience to me. like i love kaidan dont get me wrong but like. i had no idea who tf he was.
i think andromeda tried, but never should have promised. i mean like gil pre patch? his romance was terrible (the forced “oh i have to have a child with my straight female friend bc she guilt trips me into it and i cant imagine not having kids” or w/e it was entirely idk i just know that it was. yuck). and jaal shouldve been an option for both from the beginning bc yknow. entire species hinges on forming deep emotional relationships far removed from appearance and sexuality? but hey i mean, at least they arent a complete race of sexy blue babes so. i mean i love jaal i just 🤦♀️ @ bioware yknow. and i did romance reyes, but im still soooooo mad that his romance hinges on killing a black woman in a place of power who is doing the right thing by her people, whose story is in the prequel novel, and you dont even get to interact with to form an opinion, and is also hinted to be suffering from the effects of being in longterm cryo and just wants HELP. just basically a “if you wanna bang this dude? kill her” like. hello.
vetra though? what a fucking QUEEN i lvoe her. my sister actually romanced her on her first playthrough and then jaal and like. cried. over turning down vetra. it was adorable. also i love liams romance? so many ppl had problems with it but it was FUN and it was different and he was funny and seriously i love him with all my heart but its a crime that they were like “actually he has to be the token straight guy” like. SURE JAN.
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Prompt 1 from that last list your reblogged with Jason, Dick and Duke? More support >:D
So this feels rushed and incomplete but I just wasn’t going to finish anytime soon otherwise. And I already feel bad for taking so long! You’re actually the best, thank you for the prompt!
Neither of them was saying it, but Jason could tell they were thinking it. He rolled his eyes at the guarded look Dick and Duke exchanged. It was just his fucking luck that he had to be in the manor when something like this happened. Of course they would immediately pin it on him.
“Oh sure, blame the murderer!” Jason said with a scowl. “Y'all suck!”
“No one’s accusing you of anything, Jason,” Dick said levelly, though he glanced at the source of Jason’s troubles with great discomfort. “It’s just…”
“It’s just there’s a severed head in the fridge,” Jason finished for him, blunt and to the point. “And not only am I a killer, I have also specifically killed by decapitation before. There’s bloodstains on my jacket, I was unaccounted for during patrol yesterday and you know that I’ve been fighting with Bruce over the past few weeks. Not that much of a reach, is it? Excellent detective work. Bravo.”
Dick pinched the bridge of his nose in such a Bruce-like manner that it instantly made Jason want to punch him in the face.
“Okay, but if I was killing people and didn’t want the rest of the family to know it,” Duke mused, frowning, looking strangely at ease with the situation as a whole and this hypothetical scenario, “I wouldn’t be bringing the severed heads of my victims to the manor and stuffing them in the fridge. I’d just dump them in the river. Sorry to ruin it, Jay, but I doubt this was you.”
”And I agree,” Dick jumped in with a grateful smile for Duke. “It’s just that…if it wasn’t one of us that brought it here, then that would mean somebody bypassed the manor’s security to leave a severed head in our fridge. And I’m as troubled about how they did it as why.”
“Maybe it’s not a severed head at all,” Duke said wistfully. “Maybe it’s a very convincing replica for Damian’s art class.”
Jason snorted. “In that case, he really nailed the decomposing corpse scent. A+.”
“Well, he’s a gifted child.”
“Guys,” Dick scolded. “Come on. This is serious.”
“Oh, shut your face, I’m still pissed at you,” Jason said. “Duke’s my favorite sibling now.”
“Thank you,” Duke said, grinning.
Dick sighed. “I didn’t even -”
“Bull, you were thinking about it and you know it. So, do we think someone left us a rotting head as some sort of scare tactic? Because it’s not working very well, is it.”
Dick shook his head. “That’s what I don’t get. It feels so…random. It’s not even the head of anyone we know. So what message are they sending? I want to hope that whoever did this is an enemy of Bruce Wayne and not Batman, but…”
“Well, whoever they are, they’re good enough to get past the manor’s security,” Duke said with a frown. “That’s…not good. We should tell the others. Let them know they should be on alert. And maybe they know something.”
Dick nodded his agreement, face grim, and fished his phone out of his pocket to text the rest of the bats.
“You know, it’s contradictory,” Duke mused. “They went to a great deal of trouble to leave this here. You don’t just do that if you don’t want people to notice. It’s a cry for attention. And yet no one’s claiming responsibility, there’s no note attached, no threats made, nothing.”
“Solid thinking,” Jason said. The kid was good. Fast learner. “If only the rogues in this goddamn city had half as much sense as you.”
“But why would one of the rogues target Bruce Wayne?” Duke argued. His frown deepened. “Unless they know, in which case we’re in deeper shit than originally assumed.”
“Or maybe we’re in no shit at all,” Dick said with a deep sigh. “Tim texted back. It’s his.”
“The head is?” Jason asked incredulously. “Damn. Kid finally snapped and became a serial killer? Tell him congrats.”
“Hilarious,” Dick deadpanned. “But no. It’s part of a case he’s working on. Apparently the medical examiner is untrustworthy.”
“An untrustworthy official in Gotham? I’m shocked. Tell Tim I’m shocked,” Duke requested.
“You assholes both have his number,” Dick said. “Tell him yourself. Now, if you’d like to focus, the point here is that we got worked up over nothing. Case closed. Any questions?”
“Uh, yeah,” Jason said, making a show of raising his hand like he was in class. “Why did he leave it in the manor’s fridge and not his own?”
“Really? That’s your question? Not why didn’t he use the special equipment we have in the cave specifically for the purpose of keeping things like this frozen?” Dick asked back, exasperated.
“Okay, Dick, clearly you have some strong feelings about this,” Duke said. “You wanna tell us why he didn’t use the cave equipment?”
“He,” Dick stressed, “was too tired to remember the entry code.”
“That’s legit,” Duke said with a shrug. “Bruce’s codes are crazy complicated. He could just put your birthday like a normal person.”
“If he was a normal person, he wouldn’t be Bruce or Batman.”
“Alright, nerds,” Jason declared. “We put the stinking head in cryo and then bully Tim into taking a day off, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds like we’ve got a POA,” Dick said. “Someone’s going to need to keep working on the head case, if we want to convince him.”
“Are we really going to call it the head case?” Jason asked.
“I’ve got the time,” Duke said.
“Thank you, Duke,” Dick said pointedly, then sighed again. “Okay. Let’s remove the severed head from the fridge. Why not. These are our lives, everyone.”
(Send me prompts!)
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"HOWDY [partner]!! COME TO [[wheel and deal]] WITH YOUR OLD PAL???"
(Something that was sitting in my project folder for a while and decided to finally finish it)
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under
umbras
of
bundles
of
stars,
canopies of leaves &
branches that
shatter-scatter sky image
held indirect
as a gleam in eyes
as conscious lay in
fabricated gardens
watching memories, &
desires in dream form
from across highway covered by
blue-white,
yellow,
& orange lights
sound of tires,
mufflers, sirens,
amidst a higher sense
attuned to
muffled far cries
muffled while
crossing empty lands
filled with chilling wind howls,
stealing hope,
which
kickstarts the power on
survival mode..
ups&
downs
drown the cries further,
that
war, warn, or cheer..
or just sing..
maybe
a hymn made
by souls
for souls
under same umbra
to set free
to lead to wonder
& beauty
beyond the surface of senses
directly to free
to seek love loss
between me and me
buried beneath road of
longest journey to reach
turn feet all around
all about a world
I have no idea about
just mad ideas about
Kept in journals i turn over
to all
but from in front of views
not yet exploited by value
of which is, views are power,
& are the will in word- to-page transaction
self diminished to substantiate
entries from entrails,
not shown to be conquered
win or lose
is
how I never saw things.
win or win, only optionss, only progress..
yet..,always over complicating;
marathon sprints from start to finish
as I choose, If i choose,
to continue to choose
to overlook slopes in existence,
where hides I, in ruins, digging for recognition
contribute to a mind overloading with what I know I owe society, &me,
burden of see-through beast, I see illusions of future thru,mistaken as truth, play victim, get stressed or believe I'm down on luck ,in dumps of depression and slum of beliefs,
in a slump with headphones on temple and music up, reminisce about the golden olden, me and broseph, SSB, PSO, kanto, johto, cartoon cartoons, many one saturday morning’s, plenty cinnamon toast, fruity pebbles, so many card games at Books-a-million
but when I open eyes from trance
I'm forever face to face with today is today
not then
not later...
just
changes
who changed
how I changed
regret and anger
to compensate
for blaming everybody
but me
now I stare afraid at dilemmas
mass effect decisions
daily in-and-out-terventions
to keep from falling back into resentment..
spite blinding shelves of subconscious-self- disappointed perpetuating judgment of others
binding progression, tying tongue, boiling blood because old habits die hard and I continue fucking up, up raging rapids w/o a paddle,
almost 3 decades of failing infinite (according to projections) feel I missed and am missing out on so much, so much world, so many words coiled inside, waiting to explode,
all the time, just like everybody..
everything mind sets sights on turns to target issue
how unfortunate for aforementioned coordinates, for anyone close enough for me to put in poems' , important enough to torment conscious over, used to be everybody, used to be nobody, used to be just some people, now its just me and i dont know him
attempts to speak, to learn again, to teach me about me
to learn to teach
myself, to set example for ambition directed toward a better version, better verses, better reimbursement of time given tryna be an extrovert, free from bitter, free from bitch asses,
set internal standards to never get fucked with again, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, i only fucks with a journal &
question everyone, everything, every word, every whisper,
shit ima tell my children every day, breakfast lunch dinner, do your best and fuck the rest, get it, get lit off enlightenment, fuck rest, save roosting for death, dont look at me, looknat the sky, seize the day in everyway brain permits, dont reach for others' and if anyone tries to take yours, that means they dont fundamentally respect life, so always permeate passion, ignore distractions keeping you from creating, test limits, test intentions, challenge imperfections with wisdom, know that perfect is just cosmetics, but i remain quiet..
remain tied up being alone, wondering..
whether I'm right to do any god damn thing
'cause if I don't do it right..
was I right to think I could,
wrong to think I understood
am i wrong not to try?
what of what's sacrificed ?
how do i keep count
how did I end up here
in standby...
standing squeamish
& deer eyed in light of opportunities rising in horizon of night skies, to step in to obtain warmth, maintain from days before, to do something, do the one thing, but
when will I be ready
will eyes be ready
to comprehend
right or wrong
only me, here.
only us, on planet.
only
who's responsible?
how is who is affected by, afflicted by?
when is too late? when is just right,
always too soon to tell
and..
if I don't do it now,
then why expect change..
why, why, why
'cause I expect anything
at all
anger toward unmanned vehicles
imminent to collide with mine
driven mad up eighty-five degree angled walls during rush hour, sun beaming heat into ride,
where i travel on path, thru battlefield of past
where
fallen intentions decompose to ignorance
and wisdom sprouts
in the mean time..
I'm in between times,
feelin down, down
down
down
down by the way
a trail thru fears
past dead ends, rotting trees, looks like fallout hit
a past I try an' forget..
but remember out of reluctance
to accidentally revisit regret,
stand next to biggest fears,
see if facing them uproots soul
rolls ideas in head, non-stop
like trolls troll under bridges
to which billy goat gruff temper charges
like crono's katana on zenan crossing,
lodes of odes to oaths, lightning loaded,
aimed at negative minded sapiens
bioshocks via rhythm and syntax, cryo cascades of ideas, locked away in moleskine or computer files to put to rest the rest of an inside in arrest to judgment, in side quest of public playthrough, i feel im on public display, static complaining in front of pretty much strangers
modes of awareness to mental problems i exploit to people who might not think im crazy, who might like what i write, might like to write about the same thing, might see giants in those same nodes i stand near, i hear crisp crackles filling an awkward air as i stare at words on sheets that i might tear, might let collect dust, or share
prolly might be quiet, only sound is poetic drafts that fill in under open windows, I open slowly, cool rush, goosebumps, awake aware always,
even when mind is a crinkled, crumbled candy wrapper
still just construct wrinkles in time via
hairs stand, ovation, and encores to
helping to cross over doubts, screams of slander, stop it all, right now,
shed truth in another light, fed through veins like pen's ink to go over and correct vision of pinheads vane turnin art, free thought to cash and competition,
trade purpose blow for blow with obstacles in the name of the next step, over opponents,
trade nervous for nerves robust to withstand standing up to stretch and spread chest to stand up for work where time invested is
braided circulation
goin in circles,
time wasted pet peeve number 1
a nowhere never felt before
but something seems familiar..
overlooked,
under yards, under pressure of
bone leverage,
give life a lift thru cracks of a collapsing effort stretched
behind chest and ribs
a heart glows
in
hot coal hues
hearth warmth
under carbon sheets
till blood boils
till steam coils from pores
to kill the cold along roads
sun or none
no light above, isn't lack of..
(look inside)
----
harsh heat of reality
hot enough to feel cold
make me go ghost
in dark times..
friction strong enough
to spark moist..
continue until i sear nerves
disembody fromm pain
till im felt by meta-form of others
heartfelt arcs
between
soul and soul-mind 2 mind
light releases
thru iris folds
spectacle in spectacles----
spectrum wheel of emotions
spins &spins to
understand self
an urge that intensifies
the more i live life as well as I can
Improve every day, no excuse, don't ignore the corners, get behind my ears,every nook and cranny in creative muse-um, uhm, duh, raised on books, nintendo, animation,& wishbone, outside, only myself as playdate, use every square inch as play-scape
under every hair in head, a mind uses face and body as way to create 4 fourever& vice versa to escape who ever & know I can do whenever, wherever
wherever i go, a voice in mind goes
that
keeps on talkin , keeps me talkin
tellin me I've talk--, wrote enough
hoped enough to last a lifetime, but that's not enough
and I still got a lifetime
to either solidify or fuck it up
gradually let go of
to concentrate on life's finest
moments i build to build form in appreciation,
saying get up, enjoy the sun rays breaching clouds just before dawn;
gett off yo butt and do what
you know what you taught you
to do when you were at multiple low points and you promised you, you'd never fall to end, even if you fall again, again, and again,
never stall in the middle of takeoff
stop in middle of road, cant press play if you lost remote, might as well get up and do it,
crawl, run or walk away when the times calls to brawl dark-inner energy
only honorable mentions defend health during dishonorable discharge
of nega, into rivers,
into blue sky..
bordered by
white clouds
and linear silver
a
safe place,
work space,
desk clerk sifting day to day
thru file cabinets
memories in memos
in notebook; written relativity explaining how I see, what I think
say what i want like im eight,
glad i spent so much time with words and space-bars,
to escape
judgment,
hatred,
anxious
surrounded by
bad vibes
above an Earth,
below expectations;
over a self under surveillance
by approval from inside, crazy dimensions,
On the fence between people and myself
I close eyes, ride waves of nostalgia once more..
see plenty light to traverse pathways, walk fer hours, walk like back in younger days, playin, runnin, completely captivated immersed in games played, tv, roller blades, monopoly, scary stories, trampolines
&10thousand songs later,
10million thoughts later, here I am doing what I made me to.
can't wait for the next chance
supplied energy
through lines
to
hidden gracelands.
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WIP Meme
List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on.
This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets!
tagged by @chicklette
OMG... my WIP list, honestly. It’s terrifying.
In Search of Something: Steampunk WinterIron... I had a brainflash at the con this past weekend, and I came up with a novel idea that’ll probably sprawl into like 50k or more. I started writing it yesterday
Avengers Christmas Ornaments: a felting project, I’ve been posting a few photos of works. I’ve done 4 of the original 10 that came with the kit and figured out how to expand some of them into other Avengers that weren’t pictured. Still trying to map out a Hawkeye and Winter Soldier
My Three Dads: Current Sandbridge novel (I’d been keeping the title under wraps for a while until we confirmed in story some of the spoilers that might be given away by the title, but it you’re current, it’s not really a spoiler anymore) and we’re a little bit more than 2/3 of the way done.
Candy Hearts: Valentine’s Day ficlets, I’ve finished six of eighteen. (I’ll be double posting on weekends, theoretically. If I don’t get most of them done by Feb 1st, I will NOT be posting on weekends and some of them will get dumped. The idea is to post at least 1 per day for the 1 - 14th)
Kink Bingo: I have three squares left, Clint/Nat/Phil, Steve/Thor, and my free square. I have ZERO ideas right now.
Time Out of Joint: Project with @polizwrites which will be our first collab together, so we’re still experimenting and seeing how well we can work together. We’ve done (ish) 2 not quite complete chapters and we’re getting together tonight for a status meeting of sorts.
Within Us, The Wonders We Seek: Collab project with @cryo-bucky Replicant AU (Blade Runner 2049) we’ve done like 2 chapters, but I’m waiting on getting a copy of the movie so I can watch it again and get a refresher.
All I Need is the Air: Collab project with @beir completely written, two arts sketched out. Needs a very thorough edit and the arts to be finished. But we should see that soon.
To Victor Goes the Spoils: I have 2 more chapters to write for this project to wrap it up, but Bucky has been eating my brain and letting Tony spend time with Doom has been... difficult.
Hell Charger: QuakeRider Murder Mystery Horse Racing AU, I’ve done 3k on this and I have an outline... (the title is still just a project name, I don’t like it, so I’m probably going to change it)
Couple of other shorts, incompletes (Coulson’s Last Case, All American Road Trip, etc) that have sort of fizzled out for the nonce...
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Probably my last and oldest thing not up yet, here, have my Veteran/Sole OC. He was a pre-war marine and engineer who got a free ride to college after a severe injury left him armless. Long story short, he built a new arm, became a cyborg boy, and he and a class at CIT became popsicles for two centuries as rogue professors took em down to a secret cryo bunker they made. Also sorry for the sketch dump I just forgot that I put art up on Tumblr sometimes.
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WiP Meme
WIP Meme
Tagged by @drowningbydegrees and I recently saw @beir do it as well.
Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, arts, gifsets, whatever.
Mostly I wanted to do this just to gather the clusterfuck of stuff in my head all in one place. This is all fanfic, natch.
Winteriron: (because that’s most of them)
Lightning in a Bottle series - wherein Tony steals Bucky from Wakanda to piss off Steve, and ends up falling for him. Featuring crack!Thor (inspired by Hemsworth’s instagram video of him playing with Marvel action figures)
Death Comes Calling series - Vampire Steve and Bucky fight over Tony. Evil smol Steve wants to eat him, Bucky wants to save the kitten. Featuring former black panther activist vampire!Sam, werewolf!Clint, ‘I’m sick and tired of these motherfucking vampires on this motherfucking plane’ hunter Nick Fury, and Burrito Supreme Dr. Strange (trust me, it makes sense if you read it).
A Different Start series - aka what would have happened if the VCR of December 16, 1991 had broken before Zemo revealed the horrible secret. Answer: an attempt at stuckony that turns into winteriron and frustrated Steve. Right now I have two different points on the timeline going. One where Steve has to apologize to Bucky for ignoring him since his therapy started to work, and another where Bucky breaks up with stony because he thinks Tony loves Steve more.
The Salariman series - Wherein Tony is Bucky’s boss, and hot office sex happens. Also featuring gray ace Steve and FUBAR the wonderdog.
The Back of the Closet Leads to Narnia series - Bucky marries Sue Storm, but whoops! He’s gay. He keeps his secret by driving to Boston to pick up sex addict prostitute Tony, who turns tricks for shits and grins between MIT classes.
Winteriron Happy Ending series - Tony and Bucky start dating in high school and wind up married with 12 children. Pure fluff in a bucket. The next story involves sewing Magic School Bus pjs for the twins and Tony.
Then there’s the piece I’m working on for pod_together. @rosecreighton requested Clint and Tony, so I’m doing my best to slant winteriron in the direction of a Clint-Tony brofic so that my two podficcers can team up and do something amazing. But I can’t say much more at this time.
Then let’s tackle the million and one pieces I’m working on with @sadbrokentrashpanda, shall we?
Dead in Places series - where Bucky writes Tony a letter asking him to take care of Steve before he goes into cryo, and they end up meeting in dreams to hash things out. Oh, and also love. Tony promises to wake Bucky from cryo, and we’re currently writing in Wakanda, figuring out the fallout of that.
Also in the Winteriron Happy Ending universe, we’re writing how Tony and Bucky first met in auto shop class (which we will probably submit for the @winterironbang), their first time, their first prom, celebrating Bucky’s birthday together, and the two of them running away together when Howard catches them and the shit hits the fan. As grown-ups, we’re also working on a fluff/smutty Christmas piece - for their first Christmas with babies.
We also tried the boss/employee universe, but I think that might be abandoned. We didn’t get very far.
We have a post-Winter Soldier universe where Bucky is a stripper and Tony is still in college (and works at the library).
There’s a universe where Bucky is a one-armed vet working maintenance for Stark Industries when Tony gets back from Afghanistan in IM1. Naturally they hook up (because why wouldn’t they?)
We have a Beauty and the Beast a/u where Bucky’s love turns Tony back into a man in...less than three days? These boys work fast.
Then there’s another B&B a/u where Bucky is the fairy who cursed the beast and was cursed in turn when he changed back. He needs a Tony to rid him of the iron armor that’s slowly killing him.
And, last but not least, there’s a really confusing universe where there are two Steves (blame Reed Richards) and Tony helps Bucky come out and Bucky helps Tony dump Pepper so that he can be with big Steve. Don’t ask me how this became winteriron. I think it might be abandoned now for that reason.
Stucky:
For @thestuckylibrary-bigbang I’ve been working on a a/u for almost a year that might finally see the light of day...I can’t really say too much besides Bucky is married to Falsworth and Steve is the twunk next door.
The Space Between series - follows the boys from Steve’s rescue of Bucky in CAtFA to freight car. It’s Thanksgiving in London for our brave commandos currently, but that’s all on hold while I write thousands of words for the SBB.
Der Freischütz series - Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children a/u where Bucky discovers his peculiarity after shipping out in CAtFA. He’ll end up hunting hollowgasts in London with Jake for a while before heading to Wales in the next bit I have planned.
And the last WiP I can think of is -
Only in Manhattan series - where Steve meets Kevin on the 4 train and is convinced he’s Thor under a spell. Steve teams up with the Ghostbusters for awesome good times. And to have a really interesting fight with Tony in a scene coming up…
And that...is basically why I have no life, and should really stop starting new series. Unfortunately...
I’ll tag @zforhire, @whatthefoucault, @rosecreighton, @badbrooklynbitch, @shannyfishwriter, @nyxgoldstone, @terryfphanatics and anyone else who wants to!
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