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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Hey, I read your James potter fic where reader is insecure about her acne and I was wondering if you could do a similar one where reader has a big nose? (Kinda like a Roman nose?) totally not self projecting!—yes I am— anyways thank you!

Hi gorgeous, thank you for requesting!

Small disclaimer that I imagine James as desi so him also not having a non-euro-centric nose is a part of this :)

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

When James walks in on you brushing dark powder onto your nose, you feel caught.

“What the hell is this?” he asks. His tone is more comically curious than accusatory, but your face heats anyway. “Babe, I swear every time I leave you alone, you acquire some new makeup thingy I’ve never seen before. And I lived with Sirius, so I ought to know most of them.”

You do your best to blend the powder, sending James a smile in the mirror. “Sounds like you shouldn’t ever leave me alone,” you say.

“Seems the only solution,” James agrees, bringing his arms around your waist. He sets his chin on your shoulder. “What’s this one?”

“Contour,” you say lightly.

James’ eyes cloud with confusion behind his glasses. He regards you in the mirror. “I guess I have heard of that one before,” he admits. “You’re using it on your nose?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah.”

“What for?”

“Just, like,” you’re trying to sound casual, but you can’t really look at him, “to make it look a bit smaller.”

For a minute, James just watches you. You brush at the powder on your nose, unsure whether you’re trying to use it or make it go away. It seems like it looks bad no matter what you do.

“Why do you want to do that, angel?” James’ voice is tender. It tells you he already knows.

“I’m just trying something new.”

“But why would you want to make it look smaller?”

You sigh, and he kisses your shoulder, comforting you even as he interrogates you. “I don’t always love the way it looks,” you murmur.

He lifts his head from your shoulder. You abandon your efforts with the contour, your eyes sticking to your bathroom counter as he moves to your side. Somehow, voicing the insecurity feels worse than the insecurity itself. You’re awash with shame.

“Sweetheart,” James says. “Hey, look at me.”

You tilt your head up. He’s giving you one of those smiles that seems more for your benefit than his, not at its full capacity but beautiful nonetheless. He taps his nose.

“Think you should put some of that on me too?”

You feel your face contort before you can check it, mouth and forehead pinching. “No.” Your voice comes out incredulous. “Of course not.”

“My nose is about the same size as yours,” he says. It sounds like he’s pleading rather than arguing with you, the way he’s speaking so gently. “Why do yours and not mine?”

“B—because,” you sputter, “it’s not for you.”

“Why not?”

You shake your head. You feel backed into a corner. You don’t know why, you just know the way it is.

“Angel,” James says softly. “Look, I know things are a bit different for you than they are for me. No one tells guys we have the wrong nose. But does it seem fair to you that you should feel like you have to hide yours?” He works his hand behind your ear, thumb stroking at your jaw, and you want to argue that you’re not trying to hide it, that you’re just tweaking it if anything, but you’d be lying. “Your nose is perfect,” he insists. “It’s part of the prettiest face I’ve ever seen. You really want to mess with the prettiest face I’ve ever seen?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you, and you try to fight your smile but it wins out in the end. Your boyfriend’s grin magnifies in response.

“I’m waiting for an answer, sweetheart,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “No,” you mumble.

“Correct,” he laughs, taking your face between his hands.

He squishes your face together so your lips push out. When he kisses you, his nose slides against your own, big and bumpy and perfect. Part of the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. His mouth pushes on yours with an ardent sincerity.

You remember the contour too late.

James comes away with a smearing of dark powder on his dusky skin. You lick your thumb, wiping at it. He pays you no mind.

“Are we ready to go? Sirius’ll be all moody if we’re late.”

You laugh. “You did this on purpose,” you accuse.

“What?” He glances past you into the mirror and gives an insouciant shrug. “Is this not the look?”

You roll your eyes again, trying and failing to look vexed. “Come here.”

He steps forward gamely to let you rub makeup remover over the smudges on his nose. When you’re done, you do yours too.

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nightowlfandom · 2 years

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Loving! Friends to Lovers! Dabi- Showing You The Ropes

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CONTAINS-Angst, friends to lovers, smutty smut. An interruption from Keigo the cockblock, Inexperienced but not virgin reader, Dabi who really just wants an excuse to eat the box, can you tell I wrote this when I was tipsy (drink and write, don’t drink and drive kids)

LEGGO!!

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“Here you go!” you set down the canned energy drink in front of your long time friend, Dabi. He had shown up at your place in the middle of the night as he usually did every other night. He was laying on your bed, void of his shirt and jacket. He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling when you entered your room again.

“Thanks, babe.” he got out of his trance to look over at you. He sat up, resting on his elbow as he took the can from you. “You spoil me, baby.” Instead of opening the can right away, he rested the cold thing against his abdomen

Yes, he called you pet names. He was a flirtatious asshole...you loved him for it...more than he knew.

“You force me to.” you replied, sitting in the spinning chair near your desk. You bought your knee up to hug it to your chest. You looked at a random wall. “You come here every damn day.”

“Because I know I can.” he winked, laughing lowly. “Who else is gonna listen to my shit.” he cracked open the can.

Of course having a friend...who also just so happened to be the biggest playboy you’ve ever met. Last week it was Bella, this week it was Katrina. Who knows who it’d be next week. When he wasn’t committing arson. You were sure you’d be arrested for harboring a criminal.

“Yeah.” you scoffed. “Your friends must be sick of your shit, Lord knows I am.” I seethed.

“Y/N...” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Yes!” you rose to your feet. “Every time you come here, you always have some girl to complain about!” you growled. “Dabi, for once can we please talk about something else? Not Bella, not Katrina, not Yuki...ANYTHING else?”

Hearing possibly the love of your life complain about other girls who probably did nothing wrong not only made you feel jealous, but guilty. They were all exceptional beauties that made you feel like...like a shitty protagonist’s comic relief.

“Like what?” he began. “Your sexual fantasies?”

Oh he was going to go there?

“YOU DICK!” you grabbed a random piece of paper and crumpled it up, hauling it at his head. “I should invite Keigo over instead of you. At least he isn’t a pain in my ass.” you seethed, making Dabi laugh.

“Please, Bird-face would take it way farther than I would.”

“My sexual adventures...or lack thereof...are none of your or his business!” you ignored his last comment.

“Oh no no no!” Dabi fully sat up, smirking. “Lack thereof, eh?” he raised at eyebrow, standing to your feet. He wore a shit eating grin as he stepped towards you. “Babygirl, don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

“I never said that!” you rebutted. “I never said I was-”

“But you aren’t denying it, now are you? You’ve probably never had good sex anyways.”

“I haven’t.” you found yourself saying. “The last person I kissed, I can’t even remember.”

Dabi must have really been affected by your words because he found himself blank faced. You walked past him and sat down on your bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket.

“Wait...Y/N are you serious?”

“Yeah.” you huffed. “I’ve never cared enough to find someone who cared enough about me.” you shook your head. “Make fun of me, go ahead.”

You turned your head away from Dabi, feeling shame rise on your face. You wished that Dabi knew what you meant. Translation- I AM WAITING FOR YOU TO SEE ME IDIOT. The only thing you haven’t done was go full blown Catwoman and make rips in your super-suit to make him see you.

“Um...I’m hungry.” you broke your own silence. “Should we-”

“Y/N...” Dabi sat down next to you. “Are you trying to tell me that- That you’ve never had...real sex before?”

“No...I haven’t.” you answered honestly. “Am I not worth it?” you looked up at Dabi. “Does no one...think of me that way?”

“Of course you are! Y-you’re worth everything.”

“To who?” you scoffed.

It was silent for a while. You hugged yourself, letting the blanket fall. Dabi had to stop himself. If only you had known why he had to fill the void with complete strangers.

“Baby...do you know? How to kiss, I mean.”

“Of course I do...”

“I mean the real way...filled with passion...touch...tongues if you want.” you could see sweat droplets forming on his skin. You felt his fingers trail up your arm.

“N-not sure if I’ve ever done that before.” you stammered. “Not in the way you’re describing.”

Dabi slowly leaned towards you, turning his body to crawl over you. You felt yourself fall on your back as he hovered over you. His body felt warm, his hands caressed your face as he stared you down.

“Baby....Y/N-” he choked. “For a minute, could you, could we-”

“Dabi, use your words.” you found it hard to joke when you were both scared and low-key excited for what was about to happen.

“Could we pretend to be-?” he whispered. “Could you...pretend that we’re- ”

“Dabi.” your eyes widened at his words. “We can’t...we’re friends-”

“We love each other right?” He cut you off. “We love each other more than how friends usually do...and you know it.”

“Of course.”

“I love you, Y/N...I want your first official time to be with someone who cares about you...who loves you to death. Even if you never want us to talk about this ever again...Let me show you how much I can love you- How much I do love you- I mean how good it will feel to be with someone.”

Y/N, babe...breathe. Breathe!!! (Read more below the cut)

“I’ll teach you how to please a man, babygirl. I’ll be your first everything.”

“D-dabi, I-...hmmm~” you were cut off as his lips brushed against yours. His lips felt so- wow. You were shut your eyes tightly, feeling his hands trailed under your shirt to touch your scorching hot stomach.

“You’re so cute...” he giggled. “Y/N, we’ve only kissed and you’re already shaking.” he pecked your lips again. “Hm, open your mouth I wanna feel your tongue against mine.”

You shyly obeyed, only slightly parting your lips. Dabi slid his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against his own. His arms tightened around you. “Yeah, that’s it.” he giggled. “Use your tongue more...that it~.” he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Dabi suddenly pinned your hands above you head as he deepened your kiss. He tasted...like alcohol mixed with something sweet. He was definitely drinking a bit before he came over. The roughness of his bottom lip against yours drove you insane.

“Y/N...” he mumbled against your lips. “You’re so beautiful. If you do this with other men, it will drive them crazy.” he smiled against your lips. “Let me kiss you more from now on, okay?”

You squeezed your legs together, suddenly feeling hot. “Dabi, I feel funny. It feels....”

“Fuck Y/N, you shouldn’t say that.” he groaned. “I wanna taste you, panties off.”

“Huh?!” you stared at Dabi like he had grown another head. You felt him fumble with your shorts. “D-dabi what are you-”

“Let me please you, Y/N.” he glared up at you through hooded eyes. “If nothing else...let me taste this pretty little puss-fuuuck” Dabi’s eyes widened, seeing that little wet spot against your panties.

“Was that a good uh-oh orrrr”

“Oh it’s good alright.” he snarled. “Spread em...now.”

You watched as he coaxed you to spread your legs. He gripped the waistband of your panties and yanked them down. “Baby you’re so fucking wet-” he whispered, his voice cracking. “You smell so fucking good too. Shit, Y/N...”

He darted his tongue out, licking a single stripe up your slit. That garnered the quietest whimper from your lips. His tongue was hot and felt almost slimy against your slit. “Dabi~”

“Do you like the way my tongue feels against your pussy baby.” Dabi spoke in a slightly babyish voice. He flicked his rough tongue against your slit. “Does it feel good baby?”

“Mhm.” you nodded desperately. You could feel his lips bite and suckle at your clit. His fingers tease and torture your tightness. “Dabi-”

“Does my tongue feel rough against that pretty pussy babygirl?” he hummed against your wetness. “By the way you have your hands in my hair, I’d say it does.”

He was right, you were running your hands through his hair, slightly tugging at his locks.

“Fuck, you’re soaking.” his breath grew shallow. “Baby~ Cum on my face? Hm?” he lashed his tongue against your hot flesh. “Cum all over this dry ass mug, Y/N.”

He dug his fingertips into your thighs as they begun to shake more. He could feel the orgasm building up. It made him want to heat his hands up as he thrust them into your wetness. But maybe another time...

“Dabi, D-dabi~ I’m gonna C-Haa~ haa~ haa~” you nearly lurched forward as you came undone under his hot mouth.

“FUCK~” Dabi drove his tongue even deeper into your pussy, taking all your water into his mouth. “Y/N you’re so fucking- so fucking good at this.”

“Is it, supposed to feel this way?” you moaned as Dabi kissed back up your stomach.

“Only with someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.” you could see his stroking his length. “We can stop here if you want. I don’t want to force you-”

“N-no.” you cut him off. “You don’t have to stop. I mean-...I want you to-” you couldn’t find the words to say. “Please?”

Dabi was over the moon. Instead of filling the void with desperate people, he was finally getting to be with the only person who saw him as an actual human being. You. You were too beautiful for him. Too pure. How could you see beauty in something like him.

He rested his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut as he guided himself inside you. “Fuck baby. You fit me so well. I’m not stretching you out at all. It’s almost like my dick was meant to fuck that cute little pussy.”

He gave you a short, messy kiss, followed by a slow, prolonged one. The way his tongue brushed against yours. He felt you tighten around his cock, guiding him in. He felt you run your fingers down his chest.

“How?” he stared down at you.

“Huh?” you stared up at him in confusion.

“What do you see in me? Why do you keep me in your life? Why is it every time I look your direction, you stare at me as if I’m the world? When I’m just...disgusting.” Dabi was trying not to cry. The last thing he needed was his blood dropping onto your face.

“Dabi~ I’ve loved you for years now. I don’t know why you can’t see what I do.” you shuddered. “All those people you hooked up with...they don’t know who you are like I do. Y-you’re beautiful...”

Shit, there it was. The single teardrop (well...blood but you get it) slid down his cheek. You managed to wipe his face before it landed on you.

Dabi groaned as he sunk his cock into you. “Baby, I love you.” he kissed your lips over and over. “I fucking love you.” he choked. “D-don’t leave me, p-please. Don’t show this part of you, or any fucking part of you to any fucking body.” he pleaded. “Y-you’re mine...fuck. Please be mine.” he whispered. He sucked in a harsh breath as he dug his head into your neck.

His slow, deep thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier. The sound of fesh and fluid was echoing throughout the room.

“Baby, are you gonna cum too?”

You could barely form words, so you had to nod. “Mhm~”

“Then cum. Cum all over this dick baby.”

You did as he said, feeling yourself come undone again and feeling his spurt his scalding hot cum inside you. You could feel his cum fill you up to the point where it overflowed and ran down your leg.

Dabi grabbed your hair and gave you a messy kiss, mumbling “I love yous” in between every short breath he broke away to take.

“You didn’t put on a condom did you?” you whimpered.

“...Uh...shit no.” he laughed, regaining his composure. “Sorry about that.”

“Nah it’s fine. Happy Fan-fiction land rules state you can’t get pregnant unless the writer says so.”

“What?”

“Hm?” you looked up at him. “Nothing, forget it.” you shook your head. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you stared up at him.

“Same reason you didn’t tell me.” he rolled his eyes. “Shit, come here.” he turned on his back, taking you with him. “You’re mine now...no choice.”

“I can dea with that....What should we do now?”

“Well assuming his shit timing, Bird-fucker should be popping in any minute now to bother us-”

“Well it’s about time you two fucked.”

“DO YOU EVER KNOCK!?” You screeched as you wrapped your self in a blanket. “Damnit, Keigo!”

“The door was unlocked!” he laughed as he leaned against the door frame.

“That doesn’t answer the question.” Dabi growled. “Give us a minute alright?” he instantly covered himself with a pillow. “Or five.”

“I’m kind of offended you didn’t ask me to show you how to fuck, Y/N.” he laughed. “But shit I could hear you two from outside.”

“KEIGO!!” “DUDE!!”

“Fine, but I’m ordering the takeout tonight. Don’t fuck in front of my food okay?”

“OUT!”

“I’LL FRY YOU IF YOU DON’T FUCKING LEAVE.”

“I sweat that guy is gonna be the reason I start my Villain arc.” you seethed as he walked back into the living room, laughing his ass off.

“Oh really?” Dabi kissed your shoulder. “You wouldn’t mind being my assistant right? LOV could use some new blood.”

“Would you mind...showing me the ropes?” you asked, feeling him lay little kisses along your shoulders.

“For you baby? Anything.”

...

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some-stars · 3 years

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Fic writer questionnaire! Tagged by @deputychairman, thank you!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

65....just waiting for 69 so i can celebrate

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

288,609

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

okay, so, there's a lot so we're gonna collapse some. So, 16: The Witcher (games and show), Supernatural, Dark Angel, Glee, Stargate (both SG1 and SGA), MCU, Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, due South, DC (comics and movies), House of Leaves, Sense8, Harry Potter, Les Miserables (book), Doctor Who, and X-Men movies. Oh, and I wrote a lot of NSYNC RPF back in the day but you will never see it. (Unless you literally read it back then and remember one and want to reread it, I’m not ashamed of them if you were also in the pit with me. If that is the case feel free to ask.)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all some children do is work: this one surprised me, i did NOT think there was this kind of appetite for almost-gen turned-into-a-kid fic, but i do really like the fic itself so i'm contented with its acclaim

method: i mean, it's fake dating, written back when there wasn't much non-modern-AU fake dating in witcher fandom (possibly there still isn't?) so, not surprised

Emergency Pants: this is the one that the Claw chose back in 2012 bc i had written very pornographic tony/bruce about a month after Avengers came out so there was a big appetite for it. i don't much care for it these days except i do still think the tony voice is good

warm you like the sunshine: deeply unsurprised this one is popular (and it's one of my own fics that i reread a lot), it's extremely tender BDSM with a juggernaut pairing, that gets the readers

As often as from thee I go: honestly kinda surprised about this one, which is just a 2500 word confection i wrote for my own satisfaction, but it does have explicit sex and jaskier crying about his feelings so maybe it makes sense

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I almost always do, but usually just with "Thanks!" unless it's a detailed or lengthy comment.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

"Long black night, morning frost" (Les Miserables) for absolute certain. One of the very few fics I've written with an outright unhappy and pessimistic ending (although I found it very cathartic to write). For Witcher fics, "Kind" and "go ask alice" are about as sad as I get.

7) What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Almost all of them, honestly. There's a point in happiness of endings where you really can't distinguish degrees. Probably the most--not saccharine, but distinctly Happy Ending-ish is either "Water like a stone" or "Darling, if you only knew," which to my eternal shame are both Glee fics. In terms of Witcher fics...it's still hard to pick! I think the kidfic trilogy ended very, very happily; I think "If you live through this with me" ended TOO happily.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

I do not, and I don't read them, at least not since the days of the late 90s/early 2000s when I once read a really good Highlander/X-Files crossover (oh, and Martha's cosmic horror fic where Stargate and Angel and I think something else all cross over but it feels quite natural and right). I don't like fusions, either, most of the time.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never! In 20 years! I've been extremely lucky.

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

ahahahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

yes...yes you could say i write smut. on occasion. you know, when the urge comes on me. i write mostly kink or at least kink-adjacent fic, but i've done some vanilla scenes too, and i write m/m and m/f and (occasionally) f/f. fun fact, my only rimming scene to date was in a f/f/f threesome!

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so? I can't remember, honestly, which sounds dreadful but like...I don't READ the translation, because I am sadly monolingual, but I get a burst of delight when someone asks to do it (or to make a podfic).

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have tried--me and a friend once got like 12k deep into a co-written Tiger and Bunny fic--but it doesn't really work out for me. I am a massive control freak when it comes to writing and absolutely miserable to work with. (Although I wasn't so bad back when we wrote the T&B fic, we just sort of never got around to finishing it. Which is sad, because it was GREAT.)

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Max/Alec from Dark Angel. I shipped it when I only started watching DA for Jensen's episodes, I shipped it when I fell in love with Max, I shipped it when I frantically hand-wrote notes about the fic I wanted to write, I ship it right now as I'm typing, I will ship it in my grave. Also it's not a het ship bc neither of them are heterosexual, thank you very much.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I only post finished fics, but in terms of things I haven't posted, I still think my "For A Good Time Call" fem!jaskier/yennefer(/geralt) AU would have been truly incredible. If you haven't watched that movie go watch it immediately so you can share this beautiful idea with me.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Ohhh, this and the next one are hard, because I truly don't know. Well, besides "porn." I am genuinely good at porn, which is HILARIOUS considering how many more sex scenes I've written than participated in. But overall, I have so much angst and neurosis and tenuous self-worth tied up in writing, I'm a very bad judge of my own skills. Also, it depends on the fandom! In some fandoms I'm good at dialogue, in others not so much. In some fandoms I'm good at pastiching the tone of the source and in others...Not So Much.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

If I had to pick a weakness, though, I'd say concrete imagery/detail. Like, the things that characters are physically doing either out of emotional reaction or just, they're doing something in that scene. Dialogue is usually easier (not sure if it comes out better, but it's easier).

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I used to be mildly annoyed at it but! Now! On AO3! You can put a footnote by the French or whatever, so the reader can jump down to read a translation and then jump right back up. I now feel that if you choose to include dialogue (or any words) in another language from the rest of the story, this is the only acceptable method.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I remember vaguely in 1996 or so writing a couple pages of Kit whump for the Young Wizards books. I wrote some execrable nonsense in X-Files, but in my defense I had just turned 13. I don't THINK I wrote anything for Star Trek, which was my first fandom. Oh, and I attempted to write fic for Homicide, which I watched in 7th and 8th grade and lied about my age to get onto the good mailing lists (they were actually the bad, racist mailing lists, I would later realize, but again I was 13).

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

Sorry to disappoint anyone who follows me for Witcher content, but it's either "The absolute absurdity of end-series items" (House of Leaves) or "A quite unlosable game" (Dark Angel). They are both Big Idea fics, and I feel like in both of them I got the Idea across brilliantly, and I'm truly proud of them and think they're the best things I've ever made. (In terms of Witcher fic, it's the kidfic trilogy for sure.)

I am not going to tag anyone because that always makes me mildly anxious, but if you read this and you want to do it you can say you were tagged by me! :D? :D?

#meme

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thinkingheron · 3 years

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Tagged by @darthplodder (well not really, but they put it up for grabs and I don’t need much of an excuse to procrastinate)

How many works do you have on AO3?

8, though it’s technically 12 since one ‘work’ is a series of oneshots.

What's your total AO3 word count?

35,304 (Over half of that comes from one fic. I really need to write more lol ...or finish one of those wips)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Star Wars and Transformers.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stuck With Me (Star Wars, 367)

Droid Harassment (Star Wars, 266)

Divided We Fall (Star Wars, 150)

Observe, Analyze, Adapt (Star Wars, 137)

Do You Like Bees? (Transformers, 100)

(It’s funny because Stuck With Me is not one of my top 5 favorites)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Always. As a reader I get nervous spamming comments on old fics if I can’t tell if the author is still in the fandom or if the fic had become like an Old Shame for them. Replying to comments, even just a simple thanks, is my way of letting the kind souls who commented that I appreciate them and that I’m still hanging around the fandom, even if it’s been years since I uploaded anything.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Divided We Fall, I guess. It’s hurt/comfort minus the comfort so there’s only pain and suffering.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope. I never read or write crossovers. I’ll probably get too obsessed with each universe’s laws for me to manage.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I haven’t written enough for that lol.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. Two fics (Stuck With Me and another one I forgot) were translated into Russian. It was a very wierd feeling because on one hand I’m honored but also now they’re in some other website that I know nothing of in a language that I can’t read.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

The Twilight. (ba-dum-tss :P)

I’m not much of a shipper, so most of my favs are canon ships but I feel like this question isn’t about canon ships.

For non canon ships, Prowl/Jazz, though that pairing is so universal that it’s practically canon now and the only reason it isn’t is because the characters just don’t ever show up together in the same verse any more other than the comics. (Hasbro get on with it!)

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Kaleidoscope (working title), which is a massive Transformers fic that I’ve been working on and off for ages now. I think I overscoped grossly and am in the process of scaling it down to manageable chunks somewhat. ...although knowing me I’ll still end up overscoping. This is why all my uploaded fics are oneshot and the only multi chapter fic is a oneshot that gained extra plot bunnies. But I’ve spent too much time thinking about this one so I really want to finish enough to start uploading.

What are your writing strengths?

I would like to think I write good humor with funny narration and sarcastic banters.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing consistently. Also, I’m absolutely terrible at the heart-to-heart kind of emotional talk scenes. If a scene gets too emotionally charged I'm out. I prefer funny to almost everything else. I also wish I could write descriptions better.

...maybe that’s why I’m having so much trouble with all my current wips.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Not a fan of it. While I do understand their uses, they’re generally just distracting for me.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Transformers.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Divided We Fall (Star Wars) and Spark of Courage (Transformers). They’re the product of one of those rare moments where inspiration strikes and you write the first draft of the whole thing in one go. Both are my first works in each of those fandoms, yet both I feel are overshadowed by their funnier siblings. XD

Tagging... uh... if you’re a writer who happens to see this and would like to procrastinate actual writing be my guest. And tag me so I can procrastinate even more by reading other writers gush about their stories.

#been trying to get back into writing fics #that means writing about writing fics #i'm so rusty though and my standards only gotten higher #heron rambles

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forkanna · 4 years

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Commissions OPEN!

For a long time, I’ve been considering Commissions; IE, you pay me to write a thing, and I write it. But I’ve had a ton of other projects I was juggling so it wasn’t feasible before now. Some of those are taken care of, and also I have no money, so let’s give it a whirl!

This is on a trial basis: if you ask and I tell you I'm no longer accepting commissions, then that's it! Please don't be mean. I took a look around Tumblr and borrowed ideas and snippets from a few other posts to give me a better notion of how to do this. Seriously, this is my first shot so I'm doing my best! If you are interested, please read through the full rules and details in this post.

Commission Rate: $5 to get started and first 1000 words + $0.02 per word

Minimum Word Count: 1500 (IE, $15 is the minimum for a finished product)

Maximum Word Count: Depends on number of commissions/my availability (but generally, anything over 10,000 is a stretch)

[Further details:]

Main Universes (I can jump in easily!):

Frozen

RWBY

Sabrina the Teenage Witch (90s TV series)

Riverdale/Archie Comics (yes, including Sabrina lol)

Overwatch

Harry Potter

Sailor Moon

Solty Rei

Wizard of Oz/Wicked

Bucky O’Hare

Scott Pilgrim

Jessica Jones

Miraculous Ladybug

Veronica Mars

Stranger Things

(This list may be updated)

Other 'Verses (I'll have to brush up to do them justice):

Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Firefly/Dollhouse

Charmed, Ugly Betty, Everwood

Hayate the Combat Butler, Zoids:Chaotic Century/Guardian Force, Zoids:Genesis, Tenchi Muyo!, One Piece, Naruto, YuYu Hakusho, Hunter X Hunter, FLCL, Cowboy Bebop, Dragonball, Bamboo Blade, Chobits, and a decent amount of other anime I don’t feel like listing

Other Disney verses, such as Tangled, Moana, Little Mermaid, what have you

Batman, Superman, Spider-man, X-Men

Tales of Symphonia/Vesperia/Abyss

Star Trek (anything but Enterprise)

Star Wars (original or new trilogy)

Hunger Games

Divergent

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

Steven Universe

Miller-Boyettverse (this means Full House, Family Matters, Perfect Strangers, etc.)

Sonic (But please don't ask me to write Sonic... like I will if you really want me to but ugh, it’ll just give me ‘Nam flashbacks)

Extras (note that these fees apply even if you didn’t notice them lol) :

More than 2 characters: $2.00 per character (if they have more than a single line of dialogue lol)

Use of Original Characters (OCs): $3.00 per OC

OCs must be from the same universe.

EXCEPTION: See Cross-overs below.

I will not write anyone else's OC. It must be wholly owned by you.

All OCs requested as primary characters must have a biography or a link to a biography page (if such exists) submitted to provide for characterisation. I’m not a mind-reader.

Cross-overs: $5.00 per universe (and they must still be one I'm familiar with)

Alternate Universe (AU): $5.00

Please describe your AU in the request; use as much detail as possible so I have a clearer picture of what you want.

If it’s just a general “Modern AU” with no other stipulations (meaning I can just write whatever comes to mind), this can be waived.

Pairings that aren’t F/F: $5.00 (sorry, I just need the extra motivation for non-femslash ^^;)

I WILL

Write from fandoms other than those above, as long as you provide information about the characters and the setting. This will cost you $10 extra, because unfamiliar elements will take a lot more time/effort for me to research and get into beyond simply writing the story itself (and I may refuse outright if I’m just not comfortable, fair warning)

Write smut! You can't be surprised.

Write any gender/gender pairing. I prefer and am best at F/F, but M/F, M/M, and anything outside the binary are all well and good for me (but I charge extra; see above).

Trans characters count as their gender for purposes of fees. (IE, if it’s F/trans F, it is F/F; if it’s F/trans Male, it is F/M and will be $5 extra but I’m still totally happy to do it)

Write all kinds of kinks; if you can think of it, I've either already written it or would be willing to try. But there are exceptions: see below.

Post the work on my blog and various fanfiction websites; you are paying for me to write what you want to read, not for you to be the sole "owner". Also, you can stipulate whether or not you are credited with having commissioned it, either with your name or just with a preferred nick/username/Tumblr URL.

I WILL NOT

Write anything that I ultimately don’t feel comfortable with. I reserve the right to refuse commissions for any reason with or without disclosing said reason. Do not push this or I may sever all contact.

Write non-con. Full stop. Dubcon, we can talk about it but I'm still not thrilled with the idea. Yes, I just said I'm dubious about dubiousness. (Superfluous note: this obviously extends to prepubescent characters because they cannot give consent, so just don’t.)

Write certain hard kinks. Scat and dismemberment are off the table; there are others but I’ll let you know if you hit one.

Write real people. This is a growing trend in the fanfiction community, and while I'm mildly iffy with it under the best of circumstances, it is off my commission table entirely. I’m not trying to shame anyone else but it’s just not my jam.

Do anything MLP. After what happened to Yamino, and then WebdogGate happening to me, I just... have an aversion. (There are other fandoms I won’t do but I will gently let you know if you ask about them)

Let you post the fic yourself. You will receive the file of the fic through email/messaging/file-sharing website, or simply by seeing the post on Tumblr/AO3 if you prefer, but you will not post it yourself and claim credit for the work. Just because you paid for it doesn't mean you are now the author; I’m not ghost-writing.

Write anything other than fiction. I’m not an Essay4Cash service.

NOTE: Asking for any of the things explicitly banned on my “I WILL NOT” list will probably get your commission request ignored.

MORE DETAILS

* I will respond to commission requests on my own time, checking when I can. If you are not responded to within 1 week you may request again. * Once I have accepted and begun work on a commission, I will generally try to contact again within 1 week, either to state the reason it isn’t finished or to hand over the finished product. You may contact me after that time to ask what’s going on. * PayPal is the only form of payment accepted at this time. All amounts are in USD. This information will be exchanged during discussions about the work in question. You can pay me via My Ko-Fi if that’s preferable (still uses PayPal), but I must know that is how you sent payment via PMs/email before you send payment so I can look for it. * The $5 initial fee (for starting work and the first words) is non-refundable, as are the fees for any extras you may have opted for, and that will be expected before any work begins. BUT DO NOT JUST SEND ME MONEY WITHOUT DISCUSSION OF THE WORK IN QUESTION FIRST. If I don’t like the commission idea and you already paid me, that’s on you, and I don’t want you wasting your money. * A brief excerpt from the completed commission will be sent for review prior to payment as proof of good faith. * The full commission will be delivered upon receipt of payment via PayPal. Unless I literally did not do something you requested (or did something you requested I not do), you are receiving the final product: don’t quibble over details or come to me with buyer’s remorse. Done deal, all sales final. * Your money is paying for my time and my work. If I really can’t finish your commission, I will do my best to get back to you and either discuss how to proceed or possibly a change in the work. (But legally speaking, you donated your money to me and it’s gone; don’t try something crazy like suing me to get it back because I have warned you. No refunds. But in most cases that will only be that initial $5 fee anyway). * Word counts may vary. I prefer to write a story to a natural stopping point, so I could go above or below the word count goal by a handful. I will not charge extra for overages unless it is substantially more, and even then I will likely ask you first if you have more payment to offer. * Your commission will be delivered in DOCX or PDF format in addition to being posted. Hell, if you really wanna send me another $5+printing/postage fees, I’ll print it out at Office Depot and mail it to you, signed. (Separate transaction/arrangement though.)

CONTACT ME TO DISCUSS ON TUMBLR, OR HERE (drawn terribly in paint to avoid spambots):

Thanks in advance!

#fanfiction commissions #commission work #fanfic commissions #fic commissions #writing commisions #jess the writer #jess the very broke writer

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linesfromthepocket · 5 years

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Chains (Loki (Tom) x Reader)

A/N: I saw an Instagram post a couple of days back where it said “you find Loki chained up to a chair and he asks you to unchain him, what would you do?” So here’s what I would do

Disclaimer: I also saw comments saying “you know what I would do 😉” and I want to say that performing a non consentual act or admitting to wanting to do one is not okay.

Background to this story: it’s at Comic Con, Tom has teamed up with Comic Con to do a Loki chained up “prank.”

Tags: fluff bitch I love him sm.

“You!” You turn around and see a man staring at you, you point to yourself as to ask if he’s talking to you. “Yes you, quickly come here, you have to see who I have!”

Well this is new.

You walk with the man down the corridor, he opens the door and you see him.

Loki, chained to a chair.

“Hello, would you mind helping me out of these obnoxious chains?”

“This is...a really good prank,” you giggle and look around for the cameras.

“What’s so funny, mortal?” You see the seriousness in his eyes that gives it all away.

“Nothing, I just really think I’d never see the day where I met you.” Of course, your we’re speaking in terms of Loki and Tom.

“Well, are you impressed?” He gives a cocky smirk and sits straight up.

“I really am, now, you said you needed rid of these chains?”

“Yes, if you could be a dear and do that for me.” You ponder this for a minute but pull up an extra chair. “What are you doing?”

“I have a proposition I’d like to declare first.”

“And that is?”

“You can’t leave until I do something first when I unchain you.”

“I don’t think so, I’d rather much get out of here.”

“Hm, shame, the God of Mischief isn’t even a little curious?” You sit with a playful challenging glare and he smirks.

“You’re a bit interesting, I’ll admit.”

“So you’ll wait? I have no ill intent if that makes this easier.” Loki ponders for a minute before nodding. You unchain him and he stands.

“Now what was this propo-oof!” You pull him into a tight hug and he freezes, his arms in the air.

Tom really wants to hug you back, but also wants stay in character, before he could say something as Loki, you began.

“Loki, thank you for being strong. You’ve been through hell and back, I can relate in a minuscule way. Thank you for showing me you can go through a lot of trauma and still stay standing on two legs.”

Tom’s heartstrings are completely yanked, he almost lets out a little whimper to this sentiment. He decides to give back the hug you are giving him, knowing that it wouldn’t be too out of character for Loki. “Thank you, kind mortal. Those are very sweet words.”

You pulled away and Loki took your hand, kissing it tenderly. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Now, I’d like to keep you safe while I escape, through that door you’ll be back into the Con, I have business to attend to.”

“I bet you do, see you Loki!” He stops you and you turn back around.

“What is your name? You didn’t clarify.”

“Y/N.” He nods and waves you goodbye, you exit the door.

Tom wipes a small tear away from his eye, he didn’t expect such kind words for a character he really enjoyed playing. He’s glad someone would show empathy for Loki. He gets people to track you later on so he can get a picture with you out of costume, he wants to make sure you both had a proper meeting and conversation.

#loki x you #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki oneshot #loki imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston oneshot #EW I NEVER DO REAL PEOPLE SO TAGGING THAT IS NERVE WRACKING #tom if youre reading these im so sorry lmao #im not trying to be creepy i just had an idea 😩#well uh yeah i hope you enjoyed it if you did 😳#oneshot

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asakishi · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME: Jonathon! But you can call me Jawn. Or Jon. Or Dumb Blonde. Or Montgomery Salamackia. I don’t really care.

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I am extremely double jointed. I can turn my hands around to do the owl-glasses thing on my head, I can bend my thumb back to my wrist, I can put my leg behind my back, the whole nine yards.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: Eyes, voice and lips.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Baked Cheddar Ruffle chips. I could eat five bags right now and I’m not even joking. They are a godsend and I can live off them for the rest of my life. Incidentally, if I did that, I’d probably only live to 30. So.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Onion. Period. It’s just not good, man.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: I... don’t think I have one? I like what I like, I love what I love. I have no shame in liking or loving them either. Don’t see much point.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: My skin and whatever is on it!

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: Serious relationships. I’m actually demisexual, so flings for me don’t work out for me. I am physically incapable of just having a one night stand or somesuch. And if there is an emotional connection between me and someone I’m going to have a “fling” with, it wouldn’t be a fling to me anymore, because I probably have feelings for them at that point. And I think the idea of a fling is you part ways after some “fun”, right? So. Yeah. I put way too much thought into this answer, BUT HERE WE ARE.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: Nothing. Everything I’ve done up to this point or that has happened to me, has happened for a reason. I am who I am because of my experiences. --that said, i might go back and stop me from eating some food that gave me the worst food poisoning ever, but i digress.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: Yes! But only towards friends and loved ones.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: Lord Of The Rings Trilogy

12. FAVORITE BOOK: To Kill A Mockingbird. I’m not an avid reader as I used to be, but that book has always stuck with me. I could read it over and over again, especially on a rainy day in or otherwise.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: A cheetah. Or a bear. Both.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]: Riku/Kairi, Riku/Aqua, Deadpool/Rogue, Deadpool/Domino, Deadpool/Cable, Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew, Edward Elric/Sakura. Yes I put way more than 5. No I don’t care.

15. PIE OR CAKE: bOTH. STOP ASKING ME TO PICK. IT’S NAUGHTY.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: Vanilla and cherry blossoms. Also Lavender. And Jasmine. And lots others. It’s hard to say, because I have a hyper sensitive nose and love lots of smells.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: Mandy Moore, Hilary Duff and Jensen Ackles. Have you SEEN these people? GOD. WOW! WOWOWOWOW! wow.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: New Zealand, Philippines, Australia, England, France, Germany, Sweden--pretty much everywhere. But mostly where my greatest friends are!

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Extroverted introvert. I think. It depends. It’s Complicated-ert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Yes, someone scared me the other day and I died. It’s a real shame.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: IPhone. This is coming from someone who has an Android and they have SO MANY PROBLEMS. GOD.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: Yes. Not as much as I used to ironically, but that’s me being careful with my spending. I find that most modern games that call themselves “Triple AAA” experiences are either disappointments or bore the fuck out of me. Or I finish them way too quick. And there goes 70-80 bucks. But I do play all my old games, I consider myself someone engrossed and informed of most of what goes on in the gaming industry as a whole.

23. DREAM JOB: Becoming a screen writer for a gaming company in the future, specifically for CD Projekt Red.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: Give a lot of it to my folks who rightfully deserve more than a million dollars, help them get a proper house of their own and whatnot. Pay off all my friends’ debts, help them get a proper foothold in life and so on. I really wouldn’t want much of it for myself, other than to pay maybe a year’s worth of rent and. food.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: This is tricky. Because honestly, I don’t really HATE any characters that I’m not meant to hate, because bad writing and such goes to the writers’ fault. Not the character. That makes me sound boring, but WELL THAT’S HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES. If I had to pick one? Xehanort, I guess. Horrible man that fucking ruined so many lives. He can perish.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: A lot. Supernatural, Anime, Comics, Nintendo, etc.

tagged by: stolen from @deadxscream

tagging: @hopesaved @xenovair @pyrhass @rosewiltd @heroeth and anyone else who wants to!

#☼ ╱ ☽ —out of character— ☾ ╲ ☼

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moonchildpages · 5 years

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The Reading Rush ended yesterday for me. I had such a great time doing The Reading Rush this past week. It was really fun doing twitter sprints, collecting badges, reading all those comics, and just overall connecting more with the bookish community through this readathon.

I wanted to do a wrap up for what I read and accomplished during the readathon. I’ll start with the Reading Rush challenges and then go into what I actually read. I completed :

8/8 reading challenges

14/16 badges

2/7 bookstagram challenges

0/0 booktube challenges

Now into my wrap-up of the week. I did switch around my tbr for the readathon because f the time crunch (which I expected because of my ambitious 12 book tbr) ad just went with ones that were more convenient for me to finish.

1. Teen Titans: Raven

three out of five stars. I love raven, she has been my favorite of the bunch ever since I watched teen titans as a kid. I just loved her backstory and that her character had depth in the show and how she was always protective of her friends. this was a good graphic novel, but because I went into this thinking I was going to get hardcore raven, it was kind of a let down. if I had gone into it remembering that this was a toned down version for young readers getting into books and superheroes, I probably would’ve enjoyed it more than I did. it was still enjoyable. I especially loved the monotone color palette that the colorist used with the art, it added to the tone of the story. anyway, still excited for the beast boy graphic novel that’s coming out next year. garth speaks to my soul.

2. Blackbird Vol. 1

two out of five stars. the only reason I picked up this comic was because one of the artists I follow on instagram worked with them on it. I didn’t really connect with any of the characters, didn’t get the magical world, didn’t get where the insta love came from??? it just seemed like it was all over the place. it did get interesting around issue 4 or 5 but.... just generally wasn’t for me. the art is fuckin gorgeous tho.

3. Goldie Vance Vol. 1

five out of five stars. I fuckin loved this comic guys!! it was such a blast to read. it’s set in the 60s in Florida following our 16 year old POC mc Goldie Vance who works at hotel as a valet, but on her down time likes to help with the hotel’s detective services. the art is so aesthetic and pretty, the characters are awesome. it just felt like a good ‘ol time. it gave me old fun detective cartoon vibes like scooby-doo or detective conan. loved it so much and can’ wait to read more.

4. The Backstagers Vol.1: Rebels Without Applause

three stars out of five. the story started kinda slow and weird with no context at all, but grew on me around the third issue. the characters were adorable; my faves were beckett and sasha. such cuties!! not crazy about the comic, but would continue for good ‘ol soft, fun, laugh times.

5. SLAM! Vol. 1

three out of five stars. picked up this one because roller derby has always been a topic of interest to me. the sport that is or seems dominated by females, females who are aggressive. anyway, the art was really vibrant and cool. the story was cute and sorta relatable. two friends trying to make time for each other around busy lives; that I related too. that was the part of the comic I really liked. but I wanted to see more of the community side of things, the team, the found family. will probably end up continuing this comic.

6. Misfit City Vol. 1

three and a half out of five stars. female lead cast in a ‘goonies’-esque treasure hunt story?? yes. hell yes. I enjoyed this comic. the art was beautiful, the characters were funny and some relatable. I thought the premise of the town being a film site for ‘the gloomies’ was an interesting backstory. it was a light, fun, comic with awesome females friends at the center of it. the only thing, sometimes the dialogue was a little bland. some jokes were bad and made me cringe.

7. Fence Vol. 1

four out of five stars. I have been meaning to read this one for a while. finally got around to it, and am I so glad I did. fencing is another non-mainstream sport that I have some interest in. first, art (as always) was fuckin great, just like, the movement of the fencers in the illustrations, I loved. the cast of characters were great. my favorite was bobby, he’s just such a sweetheart so i will kill that other character i forget his name if he breaks him. idk why but the conflict between the main characters reminded me of naruto/sasuke or hinata/kageyama dynamic. one is the arrogant ace who looks down on just about everyone and is surprised when someone catches them off-guard, the other is the underdog/newbie who has passion and effort and something to prove. and they hate each other... for now. i seriously screamed ‘and they were roommates’ when i finished issue one. just read it, it’s good.

8. Moonstruck Vol. 1: Magic to Brew

two out of five stars. the world’s full of magical creatures and magic. which sounds cool and all, i guess but the whole story just wasn’t for me. i did’t really connect or sympathize with any of the characters, except for cass and chet. which is also why their my favorite characters. especially chet. a non-binary, sassy, and over all awesome friend. yes yes yes. thank you. i loved them. probably the only reason i would continue the series is chet.

9. Nancy Drew: The Palace of Wisdom

five out of five stars. again, this is me and my love for mystery, crime-solving teens. like, seriously: nancy drew, kim possible, conan, scooby-doo, tintin, and so many more i can’t think of right now. it was full of lovely friendship dynamics and lots of mystery and suspense.

10. Batman: Year One

four and a half out of five stars. batman’s origin story. hell yeah. this was a reread. this is one the only comic that i own and i love it dearly. the atmosphere that the art adds to gotham city and bruce’s journey into batman is just *chef’s kiss*. there were a few things, that i don’t remember when i first read, that bothered me. there was a line in there somewhere when jim is baiting batman, and batman says something like “she knows how to walk in heels. it’s practically a lost art. it’s a shame.” which off course is the most ridiculous line in the graphic novel, and of course comes from a rich white boy playing dress-up... other than that, i really really love this as a batman comic. all the characters in it are incredibly flawed and yet they are some of my favorites. and will continue to be.

I think that’s the end of the wrap-up. wow. it’s nine o’clock already. I’m probably just gonna sit in bed, eat my cheetos and watch some shows. or booktube. eh who knows. I’m definitely going to be in bed tho. goodnight folks.

#thereadingrush #readingrush #readingrushwrapup #book talk #sophie reviews books #sophie babbles #goodnight y'all #moonchildpages

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gimmesumsuga · 6 years

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Here we come a-carolling - a Christmas Yoongi one-shot

Merry Christmas to all my beloved followers. I wish you all a peaceful day in the company of those you love. Be well, and love yourselves <3

Paring: Yoongi x reader

Warnings: Cursing and not a lot else - unless you count tooth-rooting fluff worth a warning!

“Who the fuck is ringing the fucking doorbell at this time of night?” She always has had a way with words, your roommate, and you smile fondly to yourself as she continues to curse and turn the air blue. The heat from the oven hits you straight in the face making you blink and recoil. “Can you get it?”

“Not really, no,” you reply, your mitted hands busy wrestling out a tray full of fresh gingerbread cookies. It’s taken almost the entire day for you to make a batch that hasn’t burnt or ended up as one giant molten mess, and you’re not about to abandon them now.

“But… I’m in my jammies,” your roommate says, feigning a pout. Your withering look just makes her grin as the doorbell rings once more.

“Like that’s ever stopped you before.”

“Fine,” she huffs, stomping off down the hallway and grumbling under her breath with every step.

You peer back into the oven, inhaling the sweet and spicy smell of ginger with satisfaction. There’s another row of cookies inside but this batch isn’t quite done yet, and as you move them up a shelf you hear the latch on the front door opening. Singing soon follows.

“I saw mommy kissing santa claus-” What the hell? Is that…?

“Hey!” your roommate yells as the singing continues, “We have carol singers! Like real life carol singers!” Seriously? What is this, Victorian England? “Come see!”

You make towards the kitchen door with a puzzled frown on your face, only to turn back and grab the still-hot tray of cookies when she hollers at you to bring them along. She better not be planning to give them all away; they’re not even iced yet.

“-tucked up in the bedroom fast asleep.” Holy shit, she really wasn’t kidding.

Stood on your doorstep are a group of young men who appear to be taking it in turns to sing with varying levels of enthusiasm, rosy cheeked and breath misting in the air. All are donned in santa hats and wrapped up against the cold with scarves and puffy jackets, and the closer you get the more you realise how good-looking they all are.

Suddenly you really regret coming to the door; you’ve no make-up on, your hair’s quite likely a mess, and you’re wearing a pretty fetching set of pyjamas - pyjamas that have cuddly penguins printed all over them and white fuzzy buttons.

“Then I saw mommy tickle santa claus-” This must be the ring-leader, surely. He’s stood right at the front with a wide, boxy grin on his face, singing at the top of his lungs in a voice far deeper than you’d expected.

It takes a lot of effort to close your mouth as you stand there and watch, the heat of the oven tray starting to seep through your gloves to warm your fingers, and as awkward as you feel standing there watching them it can’t compare to how embarrassing it must be for those you can see hiding themselves towards the back of the group. One of them - he has larger eyes than the rest and a pleasant, boyish face - is looking anywhere but directly at you and your roommate. When he does accidentally make eye contact he flushes bright red and stumbles during his line, which was a shame, really, considering how lovely his voice sounded.

Your eyes drift over the rest of the group as they sing, counting as you go; four, five, six. Oh, and there’s a seventh, stood right at the back half-hidden by the taller red-haired boy stood next to him. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look now your curiosity has been sufficiently peaked by the brief flash of black hair you’d caught poking out from underneath his santa hat.

As luck would have it it’s his turn to sing, and the friend next to him is clearly aware of how uncomfortable the black-haired boy is because he seems revel in pushing him forward into the limelight, actually laughing mid-song at the grimace the other makes.

“Oh what a laugh it would have been,” he sings somewhat flatly, looking down at his feet more than anywhere else, “If daddy had only seen-” The pretty blonde boy next to him giggles without restraint and earns a glare so fierce that it wipes the smile right off his face. The aggressors eyes happen to slide over yours on their way back to his feet, and it takes a lot of effort for you not to show a visible reaction to the way they stir you. They’re dark and piercing - the only feature on his somewhat feline looking face which makes you think he might not be quite as young as he looks. He’s gorgeous, even with his lovely mouth falling back into a grim line as it does after each and every word.

You must be blushing or gawking or something - lord, please, don’t let you be drooling - because the black-haired boy suddenly looks up again and directly meets your eyes, narrowing them slightly as if he’s trying to read you. Is it your imagination, or does his confidence seem to slightly bolster under your appreciative gaze?

“-Mommy kissing santa claus last night!” They sing the last line all together, the most enthusiastic of them extending the last note in some kind of big finish, extending out their arms. One of them even removes their santa hat to swing it around their head, very efficiently distracting you from the deadlocked stare you’d found yourself caught in.

Your roommate’s laughing merrily next to you, clapping her hands with approval.

“You guys were awesome, that was so cool!” she gushes, still clapping, and you send them a warm smile to make up for the fact that your hands are full.

“Thank you,” several of them say all at once, the boy at the front taking a bow, his grin even wider now than it was before. You can’t quite seem to bring yourself to look back at the heartthrob stood at the end, fearful that he might still be watching you just as intently as he was before. Fearful, and yet strangely hopeful too. Damn it, why can’t you be subtle for once in your life?

“Take some cookies guys,” you offer, extending out the tray with a friendly smile. It’s comical really, the way their eyes seem to simultaneously widen, hands eagerly extending. “Careful, they’re still hot.”

“Yah, these smell so good!” one of them exclaims loudly, immediately taking a bite and then having to keep his mouth open as he chews as punishment for not heeding your warning about their freshness. The rest of them grab enthusiastically, some taking more than just one with grateful smiles, murmuring thanks and approvals.

They’re gone so fast that you hadn’t even realised you were running out until you’re stood facing the black-haired boy with nothing but a woefully empty tray.

“You can have one of mine if you want, Yoongi-hyung,” the blonde next to offers sweetly, but ‘Yoongi’ is too busy inspecting the blush on your cheeks with a slight tilt of his head too hear him, his lips quirking into a barely-there smirk that only serves to make your face burn hotter.

“There’s more in the oven that are almost done,” your roommate chirps up from next to you, “You can always come in and wait if you want?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, as do yours.

“He can?” you ask dumbly. She sends you smile that would look sweet if it weren’t for the sly little glint in her eye. Apparently Yoongi wasn’t the only one who’d noticed your blush - you’re never going to hear the end of this.

“I suppose,” he answers in a slow, deep drawl that pulls your gaze back his way. You’re acutely aware of the way your heart is now fluttering excitedly at the sheer prospect of spending more time with this dark-haired beauty, and you hope it’s not as obvious to him as it is to you.

“Want us to wait with you hyung?” the redhead offers, but Yoongi just shakes his head.

“You go on without me,” he encourages, looking secretly pleased to have valid excuse to escape further embarrassment.

“He’ll be alright, we don’t bite,” your roommate interjects, flashing a wink at the only bespectacled one of the group who also happens to be the tallest. He’s totally her type, right down to the way he baulks and blushes under her rapt attention.

The boys say their goodbyes to Yoongi who promises to find them all again later, and then your roommate is ushering him inside and showing him into the living room. She sits him down and unwraps his scarf from his neck with an inappropriate amount of familiarity that Yoongi thankfully seems to find amusing, chuckling as she offers him eggnog and then presumes a ‘yes’ even though he’s yet to say a word. You can only watch from the living room doorway, stood there like a moron with the cookie tray still in your hands until you roommate bustles you back into the kitchen, giving Yoongi a moment’s peace.

“How cute is he?” she hisses excitedly, pushing the door almost closed, “How cute were all of them?”

“Yeah… no… he’s alright,” you answer non-committedly as you put down the now cool tray on the counter, aware of how unconvincing you sound. Removing your gloves, you wipe away the clamminess born of nerves that has collected on your palms all within the last few minutes.

“Please,” she scoffs as she pours a glass of eggnog straight from the fridge, “I saw you. You’re totally ready to jingle his bells.” You practically choke on your own saliva, letting out a bark of a laugh that you quickly try to smother.

“You’re disgusting.” She thrusts the eggnog into your hands.

“I am,” she agrees shamelessly, “Now get in there and woo that boy until he agrees to give your stocking a good stuffing. God knows you need it.” You look at her with a mix of incredulity and disgust, an expression which makes you raise one eyebrow threateningly at you. “If you don’t go I’ll make more sexy christmas puns. I could go on all night.” Somehow, you don’t doubt it.

“Fine.” You poke out your tongue playfully, glaring hard before turning your back on her and heading back towards the living room. Embarrassingly enough you actually have to psych yourself up a little before stepping through the door, knowing that you’re basically signing up for at least a good fifteen minutes of awkward small talk with someone who’s so attractive that it actually borders on being indecent - at least in your mind, anyway.

“One eggnog.” You force yourself to speak confidently as you approach Yoongi, glass extended in your hand, and on hearing your voice he looks up from his phone with his lips slightly parted, blinking.

“Thanks.” He takes the glass with an awkward smile, one that you return as you sit yourself nervously on the other end of the sofa. He takes a sip of his eggnog to break the silence that follows and as he swallows you try not to fixate too much on the way his Adam’s apple bobs tantalisingly. He smacks his lips, looking around the room. “It looks like Christmas threw up in here,” he comments after a moment, and you don’t disagree.

Your roommate has always been big on Christmas, and this year is no exception. There’s tinsel wrapped around every possible surface, lights hanging from each and every ledge, and in the bay window there’s a seven foot christmas tree which is far too big to be considered in any way practical. On its branches hang gaudy baubles, flashing lights and even more tinsel, all topped off with a rather sinister looking angel. It’s hideous, there’s no doubt about it, but it’s still home, and even though you may complain each and every Christmas it’s worth it for the gleeful look on your friend’s face.

“No offense,” Yoongi adds a second later, hoping you won’t have taken exception to his previous statement.

“None taken,” you chuckle, drawing your legs up onto the sofa and folding them underneath you, “She tends to go a little overboard during the festive season. I tell her it’s endearing but...” Yoongi laughs huskily, his bottom lip pressed to the rim of his glass. God, that really shouldn’t be so sexy. “I would’ve baked more cookies if I’d have known people would be carolling.”

“People don’t, usually.” He grimaces slightly and rests his glass on the arm of the sofa, his index finger sliding up and down the condensation beading on its exterior. Yoongi’s hands are… well, put it this way; veiny hands have never been a kink of yours before but they certainly seem to be right now. “I tried telling them that no one does that shit except for in the movies but did they listen?” His eyebrows rise whilst he takes another sip of eggnog, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

The longer he looks at you the easier it’s becoming to bare, much to your pleasure, though your heart is still pounding just as rapidly as it was before. It’s thumping so hard that you half expect to look down and see it protruding rhymically out of your chest like a cartoon character.

“I don’t know, I think it was kind of nice,” you say after clearing your throat, fighting against your naturally shy impulses. Considering that small talk isn’t exactly your forte this is actually going pretty well - so far. “Like having a little bit of christmas cheer delivered right to your door.” Yoongi smirks at you, though his expression is fond rather than mocking.

“You sound just like Tae.”

“Was the one right at the front? Looked like he’d had one too many candy canes?”

“That’s the one,” Yoongi laughs. His eggnog is rapidly depleting, an attractive flush starting to colour his cheeks and the base of his throat. Is he a little bit of a lightweight, perhaps? The prospect of his inhibitions being ever so slightly lowered makes you feel just that little bit braver, and when you change your position on the sofa to sit cross-legged you might subconsciously move just an inch or two closer to the boy sat at the other end.

“Have you got far to go to get back home?” you ask. You can hear your roommate crashing and banging around in the kitchen so you know the next batch of cookies must not be too far away, along with Yoongi’s inevitable departure.

“Nah, we only live down at number 12,” Yoongi replies, and you find yourself wondering how on earth you’ve never seen him around before; a thought you voice all too eagerly.

“How come I’ve never bumped into you guys if you live so close?”

“Maybe you have.”

“Oh, no,” you quickly disagree, shaking your head, “I’d remember if I’d seen you before, trust me.” Yoongi’s smirk reappears, his head cocking to the side playfully.

“You would, would you?” Oh god, did you really just say that? Wouldn’t it be nice if you could make the ground just swallow you up on command? It sure would be handy right now.

Luckily your roommate choses that precise moment to enter the room, a full tray of cookies in hand.

“Get ‘em while they’re hot!” she exclaims, a big beaming smile stretching across her face as Yoongi’s smirk simultaneously disappears, sobered by her presence. She brings them over, sending a probing look your way that you willfully ignore. She’ll quiz you about every second of this once he’s gone, you’ve no doubt.

“Thanks,” Yoongi murmurs, flashing her a quick smile as she stands directly in front of him, rocking slightly on her heels. He can’t pick one up right away; they’re so hot that he has touch and let the same cookie go at least three or four times before he finally takes it.

“Enjoy!” Your roommate scuttles back out of the room without another word and honestly? You’re glad of the opportunity to get to spend a little more time alone. You’re not sure what it is about Yoongi, but something makes you feel both on edge and at ease all at the same time; like he’s an old friend for whom you’re suddenly feeling more.

Yoongi’s phone rings out loudly, vibrating in his pocket.

“The guys are nagging me to catch up with them.” Is that a hint of regret you can hear in his voice?

“Oh, ok,” you say, trying to hide the disappointment you feel but only succeeding in raising your voice to a pitch that surely only dogs can hear. “I’ll see you out.”

The two of you rise in unison, and as you walk Yoongi back out into the hallway you suddenly realise that he’s yet to take a single bite of his cookie. In fact, once you’re stood by the front door you notice him stash it in his coat pocket before he wrapping his scarf neatly round his slender neck.

“Saving that for later?” you ask teasingly, gesturing towards the hidden cookie with a nod of your head.

“Hm?” He follows your eyeline down to his pocket and then looks back up with a soft chuckle and a rub of his neck. “Oh… uh, I don’t actually like sweet stuff all that much.” He doesn’t?

“You don’t?” His cheeks flush a little again, and you don’t think it hasn’t anything to do with the alcohol this time. “Then why’d you come in?” He looks up from the floor, his smile so soft that it does something funny to your stomach. It flips and flop, both exciting and nauseating at the same time.

“It seemed like an offer that I couldn’t refuse,” he answers quietly and oop, there goes your stomach again. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Did he feel that instant spark that you did too?

You’ve been too preoccupied with staring at Yoongi like an idiot, trying to figure out the meaning behind his words, when you suddenly notice that he’s staring at something at the ceiling, his eyebrow cocked inquisitively. You look up too, shocked to find mistletoe hanging between the two of your heads, and when you look back to Yoongi you find him already staring back at you, the corner of his mouth turned up into yet another little smirk.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asks, and in his eyes you see something that looks almost like a challenge.

“Jesus, sorry, my roommate must’ve put it there,” you gush, words tumbling out of your mouth so fast that you practically stumble over them, your cheeks ablaze. “She’s such a dork, honestly, I’m so sorry. She’d ship anyone.” Yoongi just keeps on looking at you, as silent as he is sexy, and after a couple of seconds pass you see his eyes flicker down to your lips before they return to your eyes. You swear his pupils just dilated, and just that small gesture alone makes all the hairs on the back of your neck on end with excitement.

“‘Tis the season, I suppose.” Yoongi says the words softly and on the move, closing the space between you in a single step as he watches you closely for any signs of hesitation. One of his delicate hands gently wraps around your forearm as he leans in, staring at your lips again, and he gives you a second - just one second - to move away in this isn’t something you want, and in that moment you swear you’ve forgotten how to breathe, caught up in staring at the way his black bangs are falling prettily into his eyes.

He kisses you, lips pressed firmly against your own, and though you’re sure it only lasts a second you swear it actually feels like ten or twenty more, so breathless are you when it ends. You can taste the rum from the eggnog he drank lingering on your mouth as he pulls away, and when he notices the way you’re licking your lips Yoongi smiles in satisfaction, slowly releasing your arm.

“It was good to meet you….” he trails off, quirking an eyebrow as he does so, and suddenly you realise that in this whole time you’ve never actually managed to tell him your name. Yoongi kissed you, and he doesn’t even know your name.

You stumble to get it out, voice noticeably husky, and when Yoongi repeats it you’re embarrassed by the shudder of excitement that works its way down your spine at how delicious it sounds.

His phone goes off again, effectively breaking the moment, and as he checks the screen you busy yourself with unlocking and opening the door, trying to collect yourself in hopes that you’ll be able to string at least one or two coherent sentences together. You have to say something. You can’t just kiss this gorgeous guy and then let him walk out of here never knowing if you’ll see each other again; you’ll regret it every day of your life if you do.

“Hey, um,” you manage to choke out as he’s stepping through the door. Yoongi turns back, looking at you curiously and dare you say… somewhat hopeful? “So… my roommate was telling me about this Christmas market that’s in town for the weekend.”

You can’t quite look at him whilst you’re saying all of this, and you wish that Yoongi knew you’d better so he’d be able to appreciate just what a big deal it is that you’re doing this.

“It sounds god awful but… maybe if you wanna check it out? You could come pick me up maybe… Saturday? Seven-ish?”

Yoongi pauses, saying nothing, and for one brief, horrifying moment you think that he’s going to turn you down - or worse, laugh at you. But then he smiles a smile so bright and genuine that it makes you feel as though your heart has leapt up into your throat, so thrilled are you by the sight of pink gums and eyes that crinkle sweetly at the corners.

“Sure. Sounds great,” he confirms with a nod of his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets and giving his shoulders an adorable little shrug.

“Merry Christmas, Yoongi,” you smile as he starts off down your path, looking back at you as he goes.

“Merry Christmas.”

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Interview s Devin K. Grayson

Stává se vám, že při čtení komiksu byste se rádi autora na něco zeptali? Šance jsou, že si sednete a najdete společnou řeč. Jak jinak, když jsme nakonec všichni fanoušci. Dostaly jsme možnost vyzpovídat Devin K. Grayson, autorku mnohá komiksů, které určitě znáte a máte rádi. V krátkém rozhovoru, který nám ochotně poskytla se dozvíte více o tom, jak si zachovává přehled v časových linkách během psaní nebo, co si myslí o zobrazování skupinových menšin v pop kultuře. Rozhovor jsme nechaly v původním anglickém jazyce.

CZ: Devin se ke komiksům dostala po zhlédnutí animovaného Batmana, který na začátku 90. let běžel v televizi. Následně se v komiksovém obchodě začala více zajímat o svého jmenovce Dicka Graysona, známého též jako Nightwinga. Práci pro DC dostala po ustavičném volání a zasílání svých děl. Potom už následoval zájem o psaní o členech Batman rodiny, o Nightwingovi a je autorkou dalších již světově známých titulů. Devin je otevřeně bisexuálkou.

Mezi její nejznámější tituly patří Nightwing, Gotham Knights, Vampirella, Nightwing - Huntress, JLA/Titans, User, The Titans a další

EN: Devin got to comics after watching Batman: The Animated Series in early 90s. Following that event she went to explore to her local comics store to find more about Dick Grayson who she shares the last name with. After bombarding DC company and calling them to see her works, she finally got the position of a writer for this huge publisher. She enjoys writing about the Batman family, Nightwing and many other notable characters in comics. Devin is also openly bisexual.

Her notable works include: Nightwing, Gotham Knights, Vampirella, Nightwing - Huntress, JLA/Titans, User, The Titans and more

Timelines. What was your way of dealing with confusing comics continuity? And especially within the Bat-verse? I hope this isn’t disappointing, but to honest I no longer follow DC continuity at all. In the past I’ve compared leaving a comic series to breaking up with a lover; you hope they’re doing well, but you don’t really feel the need to check up on the details of their continued existence without you. ;-p When I was actively working in Gotham, though, I relied on a combination of extensive background reading, informal updates from friends (about what they were reading) and colleagues (about what they were writing), and sheer force of will. By sheer force of will I mean that to write in the Batman universe -or in any established fictional realm, really -you need to have a clear vision of the world and the characters moving through it. And that means that if you have to, you ignore anything that doesn’t fit into your vision. My preferred method of working on franchise characters is to do what I like to call a deep dive. Before I start writing, I read everything about them I can get my hands on, including academic analysis and summaries. Inevitably, I’ll find something that grabs me - with Batman it was his relationship with the first Robin, the idea that he was as driven and dark and scary as he was, but was also raising a kid. For the Doctor Strange novel I wrote, I started completely cold (I’d never read a Doctor Strange comic when I first got the assignment) but the first thing that grabbed me was the death of his sister. The few times I’ve worked with Superman I spent a lot of time thinking about how he was raised as a farmer. Whatever it is, I let it carry me further into the character’s world and/or psyche and I try to explore facets of it as I write about them. At that point, I’m pulling on previous continuity, but I’m also creating my own, new continuity. Comic readers tend to favor really tight continuity, but you have to remember that you get that at a cost. Every creator comes to the table with their own ideas about the characters and their own references and their own stories, and the more you make them toe the line, the less you’re making use of their uniqueness. When I started working for the Bat-office, there were several different Bat-books, each with a slightly different take. Batman was for superhero stories, Detective was more mystery/noir , Legends featured contained stories that could fall anywhere in the history of Gotham, Chronicles was more of an anthology and testing ground for newer talent, and when I started Gotham Knights, my explicit intent was to have it highlight the relationships in the primary Bat-family. To some extent, those books all existed in unique fictional universes, until we deliberately brought them together for crossover events. I mention this because I worry that superhero comics have a tendency to become overly homogenized when everyone has to adhere to a strict continuity. No matter how great any given writer is, do we really want ALL the comics coming out of any given publisher to feature his language, ideas and storylines? The stories you hear about Batman - all of them - are legends. Some may be spot on, some may be less than true, but the great thing about fiction is that, unlike reality, it isn’t actually necessary or useful for all of us to agree on what happened. Alternate takes are welcome, which is one of the reasons I’ve always championed fanfic. tl;dr: I learn it. And then I ignore it. ;-p

Can you remember writing some scene or part of a story and being beyond excited of how it is turning out to be? Do you usually anticipate reader’s reactions for something particular that you wrote? Okay, two separate questions here. First: yes, absolutely. A secret about writers is that behind closed doors, most of us suspect we’re talentless frauds and that at any minute someone is going to notice that we’re literally just making stuff up. But at the same time, most of us have a few moments every week, or a few lines in every project, where we stop, grin, and think, “damn, I’m good.” I am probably not supposed to share that secret, and I apologize to my colleagues for doing so, but the thing is…writing is magic. You can study all the craft of it, learn all the structure and all the tools (as you should) and still, there’s a point where you feel like you’re just listening and writing down a story that is coming to you from somewhere else. And when it’s good, it’s such an amazing feeling. It leaves you a little bit in awe. Specifically, the two things I remember are 1) having to stop and catch my breath the first time I wrote the word “Batmobile” in a script I was getting paid for and 2) the first time I saw the art come in for USER, and characters that had previously existed only in my head had suddenly been brought to life by John Bolton and Sean Phillips. Those were both very exciting moments. As for anticipating the reaction of readers; no, I don’t do that. I don’t even really think about the readers when I’m writing beyond, perhaps, the artist (who I want to keep engaged) or editor (who I want to keep happy). I think it would be a little paralyzing - not to mention futile - to try to guess how people will react. You don’t even really know who’s reading it, honestly, which is one of the reasons why it’s really nice to meet readers at conventions. But I’ve always suspected that the best writing comes from writing to and for one specific person - usually a colleague or loved one.

What would you tell to those saying comics are not a real or serious literature and shame it readers for needing to “have pictures to understand the plot”? Unfortunately it is still a case of misunderstanding. Well, first of all, I try to make a distinction between superhero comics, the publishing subgenre, and comics, the medium. Superhero comics are not, if we’re being honest, always serious literature. But comics as a medium is an amazingly complex and diverse form of story-telling that supports everything from newspaper comic strips to literary fiction graphic novels. It’s particularly remarkable for being the most collaborative form of story creation and story consumption available, relying on multiple creators for its inception and relying on readers to actively simulate time, motion and sometimes even events out of the spaces between panels. The best book I’ve ever read on the topic - and one that could make even a hardcore cynic reevaluate their understanding of what “comics” is - is Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud. There are also so many amazing graphic novels out there, from Spiegelman’s Maus to Chabouté’s Alone. Unless it’s not comics they have an issue with so much as superheroes, in which case you can talk to them about contemporary mythology and the power of allegorical story-telling. You’re right, though, that it’s a very misunderstood corner of publishing. I don’t often have people try to tell me it’s not literature, but I can’t count the number of people who have learned what I do for a living and assumed I have a lot of material I can share with their child. The idea that comics are for kids is a throwback to 1950s American marketing. As I’m sure you and your followers know, comics haven’t really been for kids in over five decades. I still haven’t shown my ten-year-old my Batman or Nightwing work and don’t plan to for some time. The last thing I’ll say on the subject is that sometimes people have to be taught how to read the art in a comic. I think people unfamiliar with comics assume that the pictures in the panels are just literal representations of the words, which is rarely the case. Comic fans are actually quite accomplished readers who know how to invest in long stories, detect subtle tensions between artistic and linguistic storytelling, actively participate in moving narratives forward and, of course, engage with huge, complex fictional universes.

Do you feel like there is not enough representation of bisexual heroes/superheroes in comics and pop-culture? We know Diana Prince is bisexual and she never got a canonical girlfriend. Yes, I agree. The LGBTQA population, as a whole, is grossly underrepresented, along with non-heteronormative relationships and non-gender binary individuals. Just this morning, actually, I was told I couldn’t go forward with a storyline exploring a canonically confirmed asexual character joining an asexual support group, because the publisher wanted to play “that angle” down. As someone who is openly bisexual, this distresses me, but not half so much as the appalling underrepresentation of people of color and women, especially considering that both groups each make up more than half the population. As the recent phenomenal success of both the Wonder Woman and Black Panther movies demonstrate, the world is more than ready to embrace corrections to these imbalances, but the people (oh, who am I kidding? Read: white men) who run the engines of pop culture - not to mention literary culture, history, and advertising - are incredibly averse to change. It’s so, so important to see yourself reflected in your own culture, but the presence and participation of women and people of color, not to mention bisexuals, is so deeply biased it’s difficult to fully comprehend the multiple levels of exclusion. It’s hard for me to even talk about this these days because I don’t know where to start. The relentless use of female characters to stimulate growth in male characters? The complete absence of female internal lives in so much of literature? How about just pure invisibility? I remember watching TV one evening and noticing - all at once and with a shock that I’d never seen it before - what I call the gender ratio. The world, according to movies and television shows, consists of one female for every three males. There are exceptions to this, but watch how often it’s true. And of course, it’s even worse for people of color, who tend to appear at about a one to nine white people ratio. Now walk outside. Is that what you see? Of course not, not even close! But we’re so used to the culture we’ve been fed that we hardly notice anything’s amiss when we look at entire fictional landscapes almost wholly devoid of women and POC. What do you think that does to our psyches? To our sense of fitting in in the world? To our sense of, and compassion for, one another? The dearth of bisexual superheroes strikes me as a wasted opportunity to explore organic and complex ranges in human sexuality - great story-fodder, that! - and I hope it changes. But not all superhero stories have to deal with the sex lives of the characters. Every single one of them, though, has to confront both the gender and race of the characters portrayed, and holy f--- do we have a long way to go there.

We were delighted to see the #VisibleWoman going around Twitter earlier this year. Did it prove itself to be useful? What you do you think about this way of using social media to make a statement and make it work? This plays directly into what I was just talking about. It’s so weird to think about, but we are so often literally invisible - in fiction especially, but in the real world, too. As a writer, I spend a lot of time summoning and then editing the default story ideas that come from my subconscious, and once I began to be aware of the issues we’ve been discussing, I was dismayed by how deeply all of that background misogyny had lodged itself - it’s an issue I’m still exploring and excavating today. I grew up hearing people say that women were important and should be treated fairly, but I saw so few of them. They were absent or scarce in most movies and TV shows, whittled down to a small subgroup in literary fiction writing, hard to find in the music world, almost never part of political news or history lessons…I can’t even imagine how different my internal world would be if I’d been exposed to a more balanced cultural tally. So, yes - I do think the hashtag was useful, both as a marketing tool (my single tagged tweet garnered me over three hundred new followers and is now pinned to the top of my account) and as a huge, warm searchlight picking accomplished females out of the crowd. Just being reminded that there are women working in comics and games and STEM and business and politics is enormously helpful. Having a platform available to connect with and support them is that much more powerful. I do have concerns about social media, some quite grave. But #VisibleWoman stands as an example of best possible usage.

And finally, do you keep in touch with your high school or college teachers who taught you English or Writing? Do you think they know you have became a successful author and would they be proud of you? Great question! My answer is multi-tiered because those people - mentors - change and evolve over time. So the short answer is no, I’m not still in touch with any of my high school or college teachers and I doubt they’ve kept track of me. I went to three different high schools and so didn’t form strong attachments to many teachers - the one exception was a Social Living teacher at Berkeley High, Nancy Rubin, who I did stay in touch with for many years after I graduated. She didn’t teach me to write - though she did encourage us all to keep daily journals, which can be a gateway drug to compulsive writing - but she was that special teacher who saw all her students as individuals and honestly cared about our opinions and our struggles and our lives. I was actually still in touch with her when she published her first book - Ask Me if I Care, Voices from an American High School - and I was very proud of her! I’m sure she’d enjoy hearing about my crazy career, but she was proud of all of us, even then, just for being. I didn’t make a strong connection with my college writing teacher, the novelist Mona Simpson, but was crazy about my post-collegiate writing instructor, the novelist Brian Bouldrey, who was still part of my life when I first broke into comics and was enormously tickled by it. Now that you’ve got me thinking about him again, I think I’ll try to track him down again and send him a copy of my Doctor Strange novel. xD In comics, I have three main mentors and I’m still in touch with all of them and know that they’re proud of and happy for me. Overall, the professional comics community is very supportive and full of hard-working people who care about the medium, the characters, the readers, and each other. Thank you for these great questions and for you interest in my work!

Thank you, Devin! It was a pleasure and we are grateful for your amazing and detailed answers, and of course for your time :)

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comicsholky-blog · 6 years

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Interview s Devin K. Grayson

Mezi její nejznámější tituly patří Nightwing, Gotham Knights, Vampirella, Nightwing - Huntress, JLA/Titans, User, The Titans a další

Her notable works include: Nightwing, Gotham Knights, Vampirella, Nightwing - Huntress, JLA/Titans, User, The Titans and more

Thank you, Devin! It was a pleasure and we are grateful for your amazing and detailed answers, and of course for your time :)

A i my velice děkujeme a doufáme, že jste si interview užili stejně jako my!

- Kara

#comics holky #interview #women in comics #comics ladies #devin k grayson #devin grayson #nightwing #batman #batfamily #comics #dc comics #dc #gotham

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teaanddonutsbooks · 6 years

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Comic Review: Saga, Vol. 1 by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples

Book synopsis here. Original review here.

I am fully aware that this comic is loved by many, many people. I know that it has the appeal to reach wide audiences. I also know that it's not the worst comic to ever have been created. This review is here to point out the reasons why I, myself, did not connect with it as a reader. However, I am in the minority here. Loads of people love this comic and if you love it, too, that's great! I just, personally, found some problems with it that kept me from fully enjoying the comic.

I'm sure I don't have to talk about what the story of Saga is about. So many people have talked about it enough that, at this point, it's redundant to say its plot. Put briefly, it's a Romeo and Juliet type story where two different, warring alien species fall in love, have a baby together, and must flee their home worlds since their love is forbidden. That premise sounds pretty good. It's a classic tale of forbidden love with aliens and space thrown in! I really like the idea of that. However, I was not a fan of the execution.

The dialogue felt forced. As if they were written to be in some poorly made sitcom for "edgy" people. There's a part where Alana, female lead, says "I was stupid to think we could ever outrun this retarded fucking war!" That doesn't sound like something a military official, an adult, would say. Yeah, I understand she's supposed to be your non-typical military official. She's supposed to be tough and a "badass," but I didn't get that by the way she talked. Neither did I see the "charm" to her lover, Marko. He's supposed to be the softer side to Alana’s rough and, yes, he is. But what bothered me the most is that he's still written as a "typical" man. Alana is capable of defending herself, or at least the narrative wants the reader to believe that, yet he still has to come to her rescue multiple times. But you can excuse it because Alana has just given birth. She is not in her top form. Fair enough. However, what I cannot forgive (and we're going to go into spoiler territory so skip the rest of this paragraph if you don't want to know what happens in this comic) is the fact that he's apparently engaged with another woman, even though he's married to Alana, and he never told Alana about this other woman, even though he's madly in love with Alana. Look, that is just shit you DO NOT DO! If you're not in a polyamorous relationship, you don't keep a relationship that's still ongoing a secret from your significant other. That's wrong! And Alana just forgave him! She questioned him a little bit about it, but she just let it go. What? Why? This is the father of your baby! Shouldn't you have a few more questions than that? Ugh... I don't know. The comic is fast-paced so I suppose you can't dwell on topics like borderline CHEATING for long. Still, it pissed me off to read about.

Not to mention I felt a lot of what they said was crude for no actual purpose. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind crude jokes or sex in the media I consume. But it felt like in Saga there was no purpose to it. I don't understand why, in an advanced society, we are reduced to slut-shaming, pedophilia, and misogyny--yet no one seemed to put a stop to it. It's all seen as very normal in this advanced, futuristic society. How is it that there has been no progress in that front? Yeah, this also goes for how they treat inter-species/inter-racial relationships, too. But it just irks me to read how the women are treated so poorly in this comic. And seeing a six-year-old girl being sold into being a sex slave really left a sour taste in my mouth. Yeah, it's somewhat "handled" but that doesn't mean I don't have problems with how this is apparently "normal" in this world.

Really the only good thing about this comic is the art. Fiona Staples did an incredible job bringing this world to life! I love how in some panels the colors are just so vibrant! And the character designs are amazing! I also loved seeing the different designs to various alien species. The backgrounds are fully detailed and really help you to visualize the type of universe these characters are in. Incredible art all around. I wouldn't mind buying a print from Staples, her art is that amazing!

As I've said before, these are just some of the things that bugged me about this comic. I know not everyone is going to feel the same way. If you really enjoyed this comic, I think that's awesome! I can see why it's gotten as much praise as it did. But for me, it left a lot to be desired. The premise was good but the execution was lacking. I am not opposed to reading other works by Brain K. Vaughan, but I think I'll be skipping the rest of Saga for now.

My rating: Don’t waste your time on it.

#Saga by Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples #Saga #Saga (Comic)#Brian K. Vaughan #Fiona Staples #.rm #.brev #.brevrm #.brevgraphicnovel #.brevscifi

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Batman #87

James Tynion IV and Guillem March team up to make me stop buying Batman.

Part of me just wants to write "UGH!" and be done with reviewing this comic book. But another part of me is hungry. But still another part of me, the one that is against just typing "UGH!", is outraged that I just paid five dollars for a regular issue of Batman because of a stupid glossy and thick cover and that part of me demands that I vent more fully. And yet that's not even why I'm fucking livid! That's just my first and most shallow complaint! I'd prefer if DC Comics just gave me a regular issue of Batman with a regular comic book cover and simply printed on that cover, "We know this is the exact same quality comic book that we'd sell for $3.99 usually but it has Batman in it which means it will sell way more copies than the other issues we sell and we want that sweet, sweet extra dollar per issue windfall!"

Complaint #2: The Riddler believes that a riddle without a solution is the greatest riddle.

Never mind that Guillem March drew The Riddler naked while he's thinking about the greatest riddle ever while on weapons grade amphetamines and he has no visible erection. That's a minor side complaint that I simply assume was on everybody's list of things wrong with this issue. But the revelation that James Tynion IV doesn't understand the concept of riddles is beyond criticism. It's post-critical! The entire purpose of a riddle is that it has a fucking clever answer! A riddle with no answer is a mystery and The Riddler isn't called The Mysteryer! A riddle with no answer is something The Mad Hatter might be into but not The Riddler, Mr. Scott-Snyder-Lite IV! And before some Riddler-loving cuck nerd decides to argue that what Tynion meant was that The Riddler loves a super duper challenging riddle, let me say this: "Then he should have fucking wrote that in the dialogue, shouldn't he have? Not that a 'riddle with no solution' is 'a riddle befitting a riddler.' But 'a riddle with a fucking super tough and challenging solution' is 'a riddle befitting a riddler.' Now go jerk off to your tepid Riddler sex role play Tumblr blog." Just an aside about my use of the word 'cuck': it's just fucking funny to use! The only good thing the terrible incel Internet community (unless I mean the MRA community (unless I mean the PUA community (it probably doesn't matter. They probably mostly share the middle area in a Venn diagram))) has done for this world is to bring back the insult "cuck." I don't even care about using it in the historically accurate way! I don't actually care if Riddler fans' spouses have a little extra side of ass on the down low. It's just fun to say! Plus, if you say it to the kind of person who actually thinks "cuck" is a scathing insult, they get super fucking angry when called one! It's Goddamned hilarious.

Complaint #3: Guillem March's depiction of The Riddler.

Yes, yes. March fixes my whole "The Riddler doesn't have a visible erection" problem from the first scan by implying one with his Riddle Wand here. But the main problem is why did March think The Riddler suddenly needed to look like Bernie Wrightson's Anton Arcane? The Riddler has always just been a skinny creep who was so into getting punched in the face by a muscular man in a bat costume that he planted clues that would ensure it happened. But I guess March has decided that his obsession needed to be mirrored in his physical appearance? Or is it a kind of pervasive attitude that Batman is such a scary and serious fucking cartoon hero that his villainous gallery of rogues has to be just as wickedly serious and horrific? Sometimes it feels like fans still feel as if the Batman television show was some kind of pernicious poison that, to this day, needs continual application of anti-toxin. "Batman isn't silly and his villains shouldn't be either," scream the rabid base of comic book fans that take this shit way too seriously. Hey! Fuck you! I'm angry for valid reasons and not stupid comic book fan reasons! Don't try to use my own words against me!

Complaint #3: Guillem March's depiction of The Penguin.

See my previous argument for Complaint #2. Although there's a history of making The Penguin as creepy and fucked up as possible because nobody needs the image of Burgess Meredith playing The Penguin to already come to the conclusion that a short dapper fat man with a bird obsession isn't the most intimidating villain, even with the mob attitude and homicidal tendencies.

Complaint #4: Batman and Catwoman's banter.

My main complaint with this conversation is that Batman and Catwoman never once argue about whether they met on a boat or on the street. I thought that was how they always began conversations! Also, they don't call each other "Bat" and "Cat." I'm sure a lot of people are thrilled about this change. But to me, it's a slow reset to getting them back to a relationship that denies the strength of their love and commitment to each other. They're slipping back into professional modes of communication! Next thing you know, we'll find out that Alfred didn't really die! It was Clayface the entire time and Alfred simply let people believe he was dead so he could have a peaceful vacation for once in his long life of servitude to an obsessed man-boy with too much money. Okay, that's enough poking fun at Tom King and the people who hated Tom King. I'm sure I'll get my fill of the Bat/Cat relationship whenever King's Bat Loves Cat comic book comes out. Let me be serious about my complaint in this paragraph (although not the kind of serious where I'm a comic book fan taking shit too seriously! The kind of "serious" where I pretend to be in an apoplectic rage which convinces a number of casual readers into thinking things like "This fucking Lobo fanboy wants to fuck Lobo in the face" and "Why is this nerd so obsessed with Supergirl's butthole? Can't he get a real woman down at the real club where he probably dances like a fucking dreamboat?"). Batman is supposed to be the World's Greatest Detective and yet he engages in stupid retorts like "What makes you think I don't have that device?" You fucking imbecile! What makes her think that was expressly stated by Catwoman when she said you wouldn't have needed to ask her if she was still with the body! Also, even Batman can't have that technology because it would take magic to use that technology and Batman is against magic which is why he keeps Kryptonite on hand to defeat Superman instead of the Ace of Winchesters. Side Complaint #4: Guillem March draws asses in the uncanny valley. He wants you to know they're sexy asses that do more than poop and fart. But he tries too hard to make them sexy and they fall into the uncanny valley of sexy asses. Those are asses where you go, "No, no. I can see that that ass is sexy but I am not in any way going to put my tongue into it." Complaint #5: The villains' plan is so complex that it relies on things that couldn't have been planned for happening. This is a standard complaint of mine and such a comic book trope that I probably should have gotten over being upset by it twenty years ago. I suppose it's why I stopped reading comic books for ten of those twenty years though. A bunch of assassins planned to get caught so that one of them could escape so that Batman would be distracted by that one while the others escaped. Batman falls for it although this time there's a twist to a plan so well planned that it works no matter what the hero does: this plan was stolen! This plan was originally the Penguin's plan and he recognized it when the first part fell into place: five assassins came to Gotham and were caught by Batman. Yeah, see? That was part of this stupid plan! So at least The Penguin is going to interfere with this awesome plan. Although, being that the plan was so well planned, the person who stole the plan probably planned for The Penguin to recognize the plan and to interfere. So The Penguin interfering is probably now part of the overall plan.

Complaint #6: Batman builds a prison that even he can't get out of which means Deathstork gets out of it immediately.

Every time, right? Every time a hero does something that is super duper foolproof to the nth degree of foolproofness, they get fooled! Fool the DC villains once, shame on the DC villains. Fool the DC Villains twice, and, well, you know what? That's never actually happened because they've never actually been fooled once. They only get fooled in the ultimate issue of a story arc when the hero decides maybe they should redouble their efforts and buck up their willpower and believe in themselves slightly more than they did in the previous five issues.

Complaint #7: A Cheshire-sized clay body double was captured by Batman, hauled into custody by police, and locked up without anybody noticing.

Batman uses the word "clay" so I'm assuming we're supposed to believe this is some kind of non-Clayface clayface body double? Some kind of mindless automaton that walks and moves and blinks and breathes and acts exactly like a living person? Sure, it's not presented in that way. But the audience has to assume some level of intelligent trickery went down here or else they're going to read this and think, "Batman was fooled by a squishy, drippy sex doll? This is worse for the Batman mythos than when Kevin Smith had Batman confess to peeing his pants!" Complaint #8: Both Deathstork and Cheshire tell Batman they're "playing a game." Why do they call their terrible and vicious crimes a game? It's bullshit to make everything the villains do some kind of contest pitted against Batman. It inherently makes super hero comics less about trying to make the world a better place and more about how heroes are the cause of all of the trouble because the villains' only ever expressed motive is to best the heroes. It's lazy and ultimately damaging to the entire medium. Yes, I said the entire medium! That's not hyperbole! But that was facetiousness!

Complaint #9: Cheshire wears see-through undies and we never get to see them from the front.

Okay fine. Not all of March's asses are in the uncanny valley. That one is staunchly in the valley of cans. Sweet, sweet cans.

Complaint #10: Batman kills Cheshire.

Sure, sure. Cheshire is still talking after getting creamed by a semi truck so Batman didn't really kill her. But he should have killed her doing this and the only way we accept that she isn't dead after smashing her face into an advancing semi is because we, the reader, know Batman doesn't kill. Maybe Batman lovers would defend this as an accident brought on by Cheshire herself. But then what is Batman's defense in letting her get smashed by a truck instead of saving her from being smashed by a truck in the amount of time it takes him to smugly say, "Brace yourself"? This fits into my belief that Batman has killed dozens of people but they die later at the hospital after which he can pin the deaths on the doctors who failed to save them from the mortal injuries Batman gave them. Side Complaint #10: Cheshire's last words are asking Batman how he survived her poison. I mean, she's obviously dying here and that's all she cares about? I would think she'd be all, "Tell my daughter I love her! ACK!" Batman #87 Rating: C. I think I made my points. My main problem now is that I've declared I'm going to stop buying Batman but I'm not the sort of person who avoids staring at train wrecks.

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Great Artwork, but...

I like pretty artwork. I'm shallow like that, but I do - if a graphic novel (or a movie or tv show, for that matter) looks pretty, I'm willing to forgive all sorts of tomfoolery and nonsense present in the writing and the plot. Sometimes I'm willing to accept that something is, like Chris Hemsworth's character in Ghostbusters, so pretty, but so, so stupid.

Nothing wrong with being a little shallow every now and again! Of course, it's great when a tv/book/show/graphic novel/visual medium of some sort etc. can have be both a) gorgeous and b) have a fantastic story, but for the most part you can have one without the other and be perfectly content. Sometimes, though...

Sometimes you encounter something that looks as though it's going to have both gorgeous artwork and a kickass story, only to realize you've got the artwork and a fantastic concept but...not much by way of story. More than anything, it's just...disappointing.

Which brings me to The City on the Other Side by Mairghread Scott, illustrations by Robin Robinson.

As you can see, it looks awesome. It has a ton of the elements of stories that I love: parallel worlds, early 20th century San Francisco, the Faerie world having an effect on the real world (like causing the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake), pastel colors, mushroom people...I started The City on the Other Side with pretty high expectations. I mean, just look at the illustrations!! They're fantastic! Wait...they look kind of familiar...why does Robin Robinson sound so familiar -

Wait.

Holy shit, is she The Gorgonist?

The The Gorgonist?

The same The Gorgonist whose artwork makes up 90% of the stuff I have up on my walls at work that I stare at ever day as I count down the minutes to freedom? Whose stuff I've been buying every year at RCCC for the past like, 5 years?! (it's like, four 5x7 prints for $20 and every year I go and buy four more prints and add them to my walls so I can stare at them at work).

I fricking LOVE The Gorgonist! I have so many of her prints! I've got some of her Alice in Wonderland prints, a Hobbit print, her Doctor Who prints, her literary prints, I've got a mini and a giant one of her Sherlock prints, some of her just random cool nature prints and some of her Studio Ghibli prints...Holy...Jesus...what?!

Sorry, I literally did not realize Robin Robinson was The Gorgonist until I sat down to write this post and did some background research into her and Mairghread Scott. Oh God, that just...aagh, that just makes this worse! Nooo, aagggh, why!! One of my Favorite Ever artists and I'm going to sit here and be like "well, here's my snooty non-published-writer-not-even-a-proper-librarian-yet-opinions-on-why-I-thought-the-story-was-sub-par."

Aaagh, forgive me, oh fabulous The Gorgonist! Next year at RCCC I'll up my 5x7 purchases to 8! I've got plenty of wall left at work! I'll buy more prints from the etsy store, I swear!!

Agh, and Mairghread Scott is amazing, too! Just look at her resume! She's written for Marvel and DC in both comics and television! She's written a pretty awesome webcomic!

And the worst thing is, I'm still not quite sure how to pronounce Mairghread. Gaelic names destroy me every time. Gaelic and French, so many letters you don't pronounce! Is it pronounced...Margie? Margred? Is it anything like Margaret?

I am a horrible, horrible, evil human being. I can't believe I'm going to sit here and criticize these two awesome ladies. Forgive me, Ms. Scott. Forgive me, Ms. Robinson. You guys are awesome and I wholeheartedly recommend everything you've ever done to everyone, including The City on the Other Side.

Ok, so...here goes...So technically I'm cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater-ing here because this is a review I wrote for one of my graduate-level MLIS courses. Yes, I reviewed a NetGalley ARC for school. Any time I can make something work for funsies and for schoolsies, I'm game.

Isabel has lived a very sheltered life - she's expected to be there, but not there, to be a proper little lady. Isabel's mother is distant and her sculptor father doesn't seem to have much time for her. But everything changes when Isabel inadvertently steps through the veil separating the human world from the world of the Fae, and right into the middle of a war between the Seelie and the Unseelie. Isabel must return a magical necklace to the Seelie before the war destroys not just the Faerie world, but her world as well.

The artwork is whimsical, done mainly in soft pastels that give the story a dream-like quality. However, the story is thin and the characters underdeveloped. The plot felt as though it’d been compressed from a longer, multi-volume graphic novel series into just one volume. The story moved too quickly and at no point are we allowed to get to know any of the characters. Even Isabel was a fairly bland character, with very little personality outside of the sadness at her absent parents (who, likewise are not very well developed). It’s a shame, because the artwork is truly remarkable, and the story could’ve been captivating, had it been given room enough to breathe.

Pfew. Writing professional-sounding reviews is exhausting. Thank God for tumblr where I can be as lax with standards as I please.

Anyway - I really do think The City on the Other Side should've been an ongoing series. It felt forcibly compressed into one volume. It should've been a webcomic or a serial, so the stories and characters could've taken as long as they liked to develop. As it is, in one volume, it feels rushed and unfinished.

I have hope, though. The version I read is an advanced reader's copy, which is not technically a finished copy of the book. The real thing doesn't come out until...uh...(frantically looks it up) next April. Perhaps some stuff will be changed by then? Maybe we'll get the multi-volume story that we need rather than having it crammed into one book? We shall see.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Graphic novel fans, fans of The Gorgonist or anyone who just likes good artwork, fans of fantasy stories, middle grade graphic novel readers.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Critics, people who can't appreciate good artwork when they see it.

RATING:

Artwork: 5/5

Story: 2/5

How bad I feel for giving the story a low rating: 5/5

RELEASE DATE: April 24, 2018

#the city on the other side #mairghread scott #robin robinson #the gorgonist #graphic novels #fantasy #parallel worlds #san francisco #historical fiction #middle grade graphic novel #review

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