Trans and nonbinary webcomic character tournament nominations are closed! The following characters (sorted by webcomic name; links to character introductions added as they go up) received three or more nominations and qualified for the tournament:
Aurora - Dainix
Charity Case - Julie
Clover & Cutlass - Maggie
Court of Roses - Merlow the Rose
Cucumber Quest - Rosemaster and Bacon
Dumbing of Age - Carla Rutten
Earth 2068 - Vermillion Gacutan
El Goonish Shive - Tedd Verres and Ellen Dunkel
Experience Boost - Zhusen
Feast for a King - Knife
Four Leaf - Lupe Jara
Friends With Benefits - Eri McCure
Goodbye to Halos - Fenic
Heartstopper - Elle Argent
High Class Homos - Lucas
Homestuck - Davepeta
I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl - Cheryl
Kill Six Billion Demons - 82 White Chain Born in Emptiness Returns to Subdue Evil (White Chain)
Lavender Jack - Johnny Summer
LoveBot - Xada
Magical Boy - Max Owen
Nasty Red Dogs - Gaueko
Never Satisfied - Lucy Marlowe
O Human Star - Sulla Pinsky
Out of the Blue - Eddie Kaspbrak
Paranatural - Penny Spender
Questionable Content - Claire Augustus
Rain - Rain Flaherty and Kylie Coven
Rectify - Fleet
Shootaround - Chau Le
Sister Claire - Magpie
Sleepless Domain - Zoe Blecher
The Order of the Stick - Vaarsuvius
Tiger, Tiger - Luck
Val and Isaac - Space Dread
White Noise - Teige Carroll and Yoshi
Widdershins - Eliza Swift
I'll be posting character introductions over the next couple weeks as time permits. If you’d like to suggest an alternate picture/description or if there’s any missing or incorrect information in the introductions, let me know!
Since no comic had three or more characters with at least three nominations, there will be no preliminary rounds, and we'll jump straight into the round robin group stage around the middle of July as soon as character introductions are finished.
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I really do think it would be very, very beneficial for people in fandom to spend some time looking into how long it takes to create their favorite media, because oh my god I am so tired of seeing people say "[Thing] is taking so long to come out!!!" and then I look at how long they've been waiting for [Thing] to come out and it's like, 1/3 of the average time it takes to produce that form of media.
I am not an expert on all forms of media, but just to talk about the ones I'm familiar with:
Fiction podcasts are usually in production for at least a year before they start releasing episodes. Nonfiction podcasts can be anywhere from 3-12+ months IME. For a seasonal fiction pod, you'll probably need at least a year of production time per season.
Novels often take 2-3+ years to write. Keep in mind that "writing a novel" is more than just "typing out the words". Writing a novel is plotting, outlining, building a world, developing characters, creating multiple unique storylines that all somehow tie together into one coherent whole, and so much damn editing. It gets even more finicky once you bring traditional publishing into play, which has so many of its own weird, messy things to deal with (@xiranjayzhao has been talking about this a lot, and I really recommend checking out everything they have to say about it. Also, pre-order Heavenly Tyrant.)
I've never worked on a TV show or full-length movie before, though I have worked on the sets of short films before. I once acted in a 2-3 minute short film that required months of planning, a 14-hour filming day, and then a few more months of editing. And again, this was to produce less than five minutes of film!
If you're upset because the new season of your favorite TV show hasn't come out six months after the last one ended, or because it's taking a few years for the next book in your favorite series to come out: I am begging of you to understand that art takes time to make. Good art takes even more time. Good art made by artists who are being treated well takes more time still. The artists behind the art you love are people. Please remember to treat them like they are.
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I want. Four to get appreciation. Because
Four gave a ton of unnoticed help when Twilight was injured
The fight with Wild was difficult, and I know we're all concerned about his negative view of the shadow crystal
But Four did something that no one else really thought of to help- He took care of Twi's stuff
From the beginning he told Twilight to not worry about them
So Four took care of pretty much everything but the others (that Sky and Wars handled)
He took care of Epona
Which is so very important- he took care of Twilight's horse. After her arrival at the stable Four followed up on her
And for Epona, a horse so attached to her human, having some company can help so much for reassurance
He took care of Twilight's stuff
He got Twi's shield- his bags and equipment, and organized it into one place
And he was worried. He obviously found the shadow crystal while handling Twi's stuff, but his negative reactions to it were out of concern.
Also- because of his placement in this scene
I'm fairly convinced Four was ready to start cooking before Wild showed up (since he's beside the counter with food supplies). At the very least he had the basket of fruit out for everyone -but he was literally standing with food behind him- he thought of everything
And he did housekeeping!
Wars payed for the inn, so Four took care of the inn
Realistically these boys were probably not too concerned with tidyness. Four got all of Twi's things on one table, and took care of the room they stayed in
Organizing tables and Twi's things, having food supplies ready, and opening the curtains- overall he was the one tidying up the inn
Four helped in a huge way! He took care of Twi's horse (Epona is so important), his equipment and shield and bag, as well as the other rooms in the inn
Four filled in all the little tasks that others didn't think of. He helped in ways that were needed, but not obvious
There's a lot of problems with the shadow crystal and with Wild, and I don't know what's gonna happen in the future
But don't forget this- don't forget that Four was one who stepped up in an almost unnoticeable way
Don't forget that when everyone was barely holding it together, Four visited Twilight's horse and took care of his things
No matter what develops in the future- this amount of care shown is important ya know?
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Art and comic from Jojo @linkeduniverse au :)))
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cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism
as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.
Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.
it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.
“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.
“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”
his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.
and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.
the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.
the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.
“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.
“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.
he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.
“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.
“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.
“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.
“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.
“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.
you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.
is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?
“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”
you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?
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