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Stars at Dawn - Part One

2.7k, 8 pages; So, uhh... I know I've already posted a part one to SaD, but I was never super in love with it. So while it still counts as canon, I thought I'd give it a retry. I definitely like this version better. I hope you all enjoy this newer and extended version as well!

CW/TW: (mostly vague) discussions of childhood poverty and starvation

Wren was flying. Air beneath his wings, wind ruffling his hair, tears whisked away from his cheeks –

Hush, little one, don't say a word

Papa's gonna fly with you like a bird,

The world looked so small from up so high.

And if the clouds don't part for us,

Papa's gonna light a fire for us

Giants had become ants in Wren's eyes. Buildings like mountains could become little more than pebbles. All the problems of land faded away in the distant sky.

And if that fire for us burns low

Papa's gonna get you a fair meadow

All but the ones he brought with him, that was.

And if that meadow withers and dies

Papa's gonna give you some crystal ice

Was that the sun at his back, or the beginnings of a fire? Did the wind whistle in his ears, or was his father yelling for Wren to run?

And if that crystal ice melts away

Papa'll love you for the rest of his days

Was he really flying, or did his wings just break the fall?

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The thing Wren remembers most about that first year has always been the hunger. His memories are a haze he doesn't care to peer through, to remember the ways he acted more like a starving animal than a boy of seven. The way he was treated like one too.

And then there was Aya, breaking through the clouds with beams of light. They were still hungry, still starving children, but they starved together. Aya's gentle features gained them sympathy where Wren’s harsh lines and feathered wings never could. Wren's ability to slip through shadows giving them food when there was no pity to be found.

They lived like that for years, one day at a time. Huddling together through cold winters and twirling around together in summer rainstorms. Their lives were awful, sleeping in alleys and keeping their latest meal from the guards, but at least they had each other. Someone to hold onto. Someone to know, to be kind to and receive kindness from.

Others, street vendors and children and familiar faces, often called them siblings despite their vast physical differences. Aya seemed to have been grown from the ground rather than born: delicate and green and a healer. Wren was more a thing cut from the night sky, dark and full of harsh edges.

And yet, they still fit together.

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"Do you think we'll ever be like them?"

Wren looked up from where he had been watching the street below as he slowly chewed his (stale) bread. Aya still looked at the vendors past their knees.

"Like who?" He asked.

Aya gestured broadly to the many people all going about their day, "Them. Normal people, walking through the market. Stopping to buy some bread and meat for dinner later."

Wren looked back at the street. Below them, a brother and sister argued loudly over which kind of cheese to get.

"I dunno. Wouldn't know how to do it." Wren shrugged, his mouth pinching downward. "Not like anyone wants to hire us to do so much as sweep their front steps. 'Fraid I'll pinch somethin' I think."

"You would." Aya said knowingly. Wren couldn't argue, but he opened his mouth to try anyway. Aya shot him a glare and continued on, "And anyway, I don't think we're big enough yet to do the work they would let us do."

Despite their age difference (four years, if they both remembered their ages right), Aya was barely half a hand taller than Wren and just as thin.

Wren just hummed in agreement. "Maybe in a few years then."

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They never got those years together.

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That day would stand out in Wren's memories even years later.

It was an eclipse, a black and sudden end to what had been sunshine. A spillage of ink over what might have been perfectly good paper.

(It could have been a day like any other, if not for-)

Aya never came to their meeting spot, a hidden away corner that no one else seemed to know about. Wren never found out what exactly happened to her that day, despite his digging. All he knew is that even after hours of waiting, Aya never came.

Instead, there was a tall man with long black hair cascading wildly down his neck. His eyes were like golden coins and reflected light just as well. Most notable, however, were the huge, leathery wings which grew from his back like a shadow standing upright.

"What'd you want?" Wren asked from his spot between two empty crates.

If the man had been surprised, he didn't show it. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "All the jewels in the castle seems pretty nice, but rarely do we get what we want."

Slowly, with a gleam in his eye, the man looked at Wren directly. "What do you want, kid?"

The man was still looking at Wren, and Wren met his stare. It was making Wren mad, the way the man looked at him. Like an ant trapped between finger and thumb.

"I want a bed and a nice house and a warm meal every night and a family who loves me, but we don't all get what we want, yeah?" Wren spat out, getting up from his corner and marching toward the man. He could feel the way his wings puffed up behind him.

"How about just a warm meal for tonight?"

The man's smile grew, pleased like a cat that had caught its mouse while Wren felt like he'd tripped into another world. He felt like the mouse.

"What's the catch?" Wren asked. Once, a man said he'd give Aya a meal if she went with him and did everything he said. He'd said it like he had been starved for days and Aya was the sweetest cake he'd ever seen. They'd both agreed that it wouldn't be worth it.

The winged man laughed. "You're a suspicious thing, aren't you? Good. How about you tell me your name, and I'll buy you a meal?"

Wren couldn't think of any reason to say no, so he slowly nodded. "Fine, but I run real fast when I need to. The guards never catch me."

The man turned, leaving Wren looking at his wings. They were so different from Wren's own, dark skin and clawed instead of the dirty feathers that made up Wren's. Wings like these were the mark of a blessed demon. Wren's feathers only marked him as a dirty-blooded hybrid.

"A good skill to have." The man said with that knowing smile in his voice. "Come, we'll get you something from a vendor."

Silence fell on them as they made their way to the main street. The man walked ahead of Wren with a prowl, reminding Wren once again of a cat. He was the big circus cat Wren had seen once (in a time he tried to forget), with bright yellow eyes and covered in smooth black.

The wings though, he'd never seen any animal with wings like this man's. It was rare to see anyone with wings at all, but these ones went beyond that. Wren could see the power in them. This man didn't just have wings, he could fly.

(Wren liked to say he could fly, but the truth was that his wings could only hold him up a little while when he fell. Maybe he should have been able to by now, but the muscles of his wings were too weak.)

“So then, what is your name?” The man asked as Wren peered beyond him. The market street was laid out in front of them, quieter as the sun hung low in the sky. The bustle and noise of the day had vanished, leaving just a few open stalls and wandering people about.

Wren folded his arms, “I want something with meat.” He almost never got his hands on meat. The booth’s guard was sharp-eyed, and almost everything he’d ever seen in the trash seemed bad bad. Wren remembered from somewhere that bad meat could make you sick.

The man started walking again, this time Wren walked at his side. They stopped in front of a small cart from which a man was selling sausages. “Again,” The man looked down at Wren, “Your name?”

“Wren.” He finally said after a pause. “My name is Wren.”

Beside him, the man smiled and shook his head. It seemed more real than his earlier smiles. This one wasn’t some kind of act, but near-genuine amusement. Wren wanted to be mad at his reaction (his name was not funny, thank you very much), but then the man looked down at Wren.

(Wren loved Aya, but she couldn’t fix everything. She couldn’t fill the holes that had been left behind.)

“What-” Wren looked away, reaching out to accept the (cooked!) sausage from the salesman, “What’s your name? So I don’t have to keep calling you ‘that weird guy’ in my head.”

“Dearil Gladius.” Dearil replied, voice still holding traces of humor. His large hand rested on Wren’s head for just a moment. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Wren.”

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The days became cold without Aya’s warmth. Dearil’s golden shine was a cold comfort even as Wren allowed himself to be drawn in. He continued to take offers of fresh, warm food in exchange for easy questions about himself.

What was his favorite color?

Are there any games he likes to play?

How long has he lived on the street?

Has he ever flown?

The conversations that followed started to become something to look forward to. The golden gleam and shadows that followed Dearil bothered Wren less. He wasn’t sure why Dearil kept coming back, feeding Wren to no benefit, but Wren was happy to keep accepting until Dearil asked for something he couldn’t give.

Honestly, what Wren really wanted to know about Dearil was why. Why did he keep coming back? Why did he feed him? Why did he avoid looking at the guards and only see Wren after colors began to paint the sky?

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It took weeks for Wren to get any answers.

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“Why’d you gimme food?” “You looked like you needed it. Still do, if I’m being honest.”

“Why’d ya keep coming back?” “You… interest me.”

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“Why’d ya do that?”

Wren already had his prize for today, a meat pie, in hand and they’d found some out-of-the-way crates to sit on as he tore into it. Dearil hadn’t asked his question yet, unless the question was supposed to be what Wren wanted. The guards walked by on their route, as routine as the sun in the sky, and Dearil tucked his wings behind him and ducked his head, long hair covering his face.

“Always with the ‘whys’ little bird.” Dearil drawled as he rolled his neck back. “Can’t you just take a meal without asking a buncha questions?”

Wren just shrugged in response, mouth full of burning hot pie. The vendor must have had some kind of fire magic to keep them so hot.

After a moment, he heard Dearil grumble something about ‘pains in the ass’ and ‘too damn curious’ before sighing. “Alright, fine. Why do I do what?”

With a fresh bite of pie in his mouth, Wren started to answer the question, “Y’know, wh-” until Dearil cut him off with a look. They’d already had many talks about talking with a full mouth, as well as eating with his mouth closed and which foods were appropriate to eat with just hands. Dearil called it ‘table manners’, while Wren called them ‘stupid’. It wasn’t like they ever ate at a table.

Wren quickly chewed and swallowed his food before he opened his mouth to speak. “Y’know, when the guards walk by and you try to be invisible. Why’d ya do that?”

Dearil huffed quietly. “You’re too clever for your own good, y'know. Most kids wouldn’t notice a thing, nevermind that it’s connected to the guards. One of these days you’ll notice something you really shouldn’t, and then you’ll be in real trouble.” There was a pause as Dearil rubbed at his chin. It was something he only did before giving Wren stilted, careful answers that usually didn��t really answer the question he asked.

“The royal guards and I have a bit of a history.” Dearil finally answered. “Best for all of us if we stay outta each other's way.”

“So…” Wren leaned forward, dropping what was left of his pie into his lap. “You’re a criminal then. What’d you do?”

Dearil laughed like the clash of swords. “Little bird, you gotta be a little older for me to answer that.”

Wren crossed his arms and scowled. Older? How could Wren get any older when he was already taking care of and fed himself? How could he grow up when he couldn’t go to school? A lightning storm had spun into existence off of a single sentence, ready to strike. Wren was ready to strike, to open his mouth and yell about how stupid that was, but then he remembered the warm pie in his lap. Something he would only be able to get with gold that he never had to spare.

Sullenly, he picked the pie up and bit into it. Defending his age wasn’t worth losing the meals Dearil gave him for nothing more than conversation.

Silence stretched between them, Wren eating his pie with little enthusiasm while Dearil watched him. Dearil might have been waiting for Wren to break the silence, but if that was the case then he could wait. Wren didn’t want to talk.

“What’m I gonna do with you?” Dearil finally mumbled before leaning forward. “Alright, well, I was planning on offering you something today, if you’ll actually clean your ears out and listen. Think you can manage that little bird?”

Wren didn’t look up to meet Dearil’s eyes, but he nodded.

“Alright, well.” Dearil shifted on his seat again, turning to face what was left of the crowd. Watching them probably. “The… group I’m a part of has been taking in kids about your age. It’s not free exactly, you’ll be training to do our work and you’ll be expected to pay us back eventually, but you’ll be fed and given a place to sleep. No more living on the streets with no idea when you’ll get your next meal.”

That was… admittedly very tempting. Winter was approaching, and Wren had been worried as of late how he was going to stay warm through it. Food had been less of a concern with Dearil coming to feed him nearly everyday, but the more food he could get, the better. But, of course, this offer finally answered why Dearil would be interested in Wren. This offer was the endgame.

“What does your gang do? Why not recruit adults?” Wren asked, trying to keep his head low as he did.

Dearil was quiet for a moment before he answered, and Wren tried his best to not squirm. “You know what mercenaries are, yes?” Wren nodded. “Good. We’re mercenaries with an interest in being discreet. We put more emphasis on small groups or individuals with skills in stealth than most. But most people with the skills we want are already taken or don’t want to be found, so we’re training them instead.”

Wren nodded again. It made some sense, including why Dearil might be asking Wren, but he couldn’t help feeling as if he was missing something. A part of the picture was still covered in shadow, but Wren couldn’t ask too many questions before Dearil took the offer back. If it was too bad, Wren could probably just run away. Go somewhere he’d never been and hide away from Dearil.

“Okay.” Wren shoved the last of his pie in his mouth and stood up. He looked at Dearil, met those coins for eyes. “Where are we going then?”

Dearil smiled, every bit the prowling cat.

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He didn’t forget Aya. She hadn’t become part of the unknowable before, her loss hadn’t stopped aching.

But Wren knew from an early age that the world does not wait for the broken hearted.

It did not wait when he lost his father, did not wait for him to pack his things when he left his childhood home forever. You learned to pick yourself up, or you laid down and died. That was the cruel way of the world.

So if Aya was gone (dead, missing, who knows what but definitely gone), then Wren could not wait for her. He needed to move on.

#so that was fun #fun fact #i wrote this before i wrote trials pt1 #but i promised trials for rains bday #so i wanted to post that first #also #fun fact pt2 #the banner was made on my phone #like #completely on my phone #which was interesting #anyway #i hope you enjoyed #cambrie wrote this #prompt #loz rp #wren #SaD

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Creator Spotlight: @66sharkteeth

66 is a comic artist and the creator of City of Blank, a WEBTOON original series. They worked in the game industry at companies such as 2K Games before entering the field of comics. They began their career in comics at Tapas, where they worked as an editor and lead typesetter, before being signed to create their own original series on WEBTOON.

Check out our interview with 66 below!

Have you ever had an art block? If so, how did you overcome it?

The short answer is yeah, I’ve definitely had one. Overall, I feel like doing a lot of style studies during that time and trying to use new brushes helps a lot. In addition, because I’m a comic artist, I feel like writer’s block is in the same field, and with that, I’m really fortunate that I have an editor that I can work with, who helps me a lot there. Whenever I am stuck at a plot point in my comic, I can always go to my editor, who helps me hammer things out.

What medium have you always been intrigued by but would never use yourself?

Animation. Of course, everyone loves animation. I went to school for game art and design and even did some animation courses, and I am just not cut out for it. I don’t enjoy the process, and I am not good at it. Animation is beautiful, and I admire people who can do it. I’d love for my work to be animated some day, I’m just not capable of being the one to do it haha.

Warm tones or cool tones?

It really depends on the scene! Especially in my comic, I really go with both of them, just depending on the moment in the comic. There was a major character death, and that scene was almost black and white. But normally, the comic is very vibrant, and people really like it, so when I switch it to a more cold tone, it makes the scene that much more impactful.

What is a recent creative project that you are proud of?

Honestly, my current comic, City of Blank, takes up 100% of my time. But recently, I did a plushie campaign where I worked with Makeship through Webtoon to design the plushies and do a little bit of marketing for them. So that’s fun and different from what I normally do!

When planning a comic or a story, what do you do first, character design or character outline?

Normally, I have a design, and I fall in love with the character design, and then I find a role for them. That’s how a lot of my characters have started. Also, that’s how I’ve been tackling new projects that I want to work on after City of Blank. I just came up with a character, and I’m trying to make a story around them.

What is a convention experience that has stuck with you?

Meeting readers and realizing how much my work means to some of them. Some of them have started their own comics, having been inspired by mine. Learning that I’m part of the reason they started their own comic journey, the same way I looked to other inspiring comic artists to start mine—it means the world that I’m in that position now.

Top tips on setting up an Artist Alley booth?

Let’s see…bright, sparkly colors! I think just trying to make sure that the booth is eye-catching. I ended up making a big shiny banner for New York Comic Con, and I know many people stopped by because it caught their eye and they’re curious about what it is. I know a lot of people are selling merchandise of popular media. Even just a banner of your brand to get them curious about who you are and maybe interested in seeing what you make and taking a business card so they can look you up later. It’s better than someone just buying a pin and forgetting you exist. Lastly, put out a tip jar. You never know just how generous your fans are feeling.

Who on Tumblr inspires you and why?

I’m mostly involved in the webtoon sphere! I am definitely inspired by my fellow Webtoon creators, @lark-wren, who created the series Woven. I love their work and seeing them interact with their readers on Tumblr. Same with fellow Webtoon creators, @miranda-mundt-art and @astrobleme-enterprises, who created Lovebot.

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing, 66! Be sure to check out their Tumblr blog over at @66sharkteeth and follow their webcomic, City of Blank, over at WEBTOON.

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #webtoon #webcomic #comic artist #66 shark teeth #city of blank

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Red, White, and Bradshaw

A Red, White, and Rooster Sequel

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, political inaccuracies. Mentions of and acts of terrorism, death. Allusions to and full smut. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 1: Designated Survivor

At thirty-nine years old, you'd lived quite a life. You had been married to the man of your dreams for almost a decade. You had four beautiful children with him. You had been the First Lady of the United States, and you were currently the Secretary of Commerce for Bradley's successor, President James Hamilton.

Though you had worn many hats during your time in Washington, you never lost sight of who you were. After his time as president came to an end, Bradley supported your political career. He was more than happy to take a back seat from the spotlight and be a stay at home dad to your kids.

Andy and Elle were now seven, Leo, whom you were pregnant with at his second inauguration was five, and Wren, your fifth anniversary vow renewal oops baby, whom you loved very much, was three.

Your two boys were the spitting image of their father, and your two daughters were like mini versions of you. Out of all of them, Elle and Leo had definitely inherited your can-do attitude and "bossy" personality, as Bradley would say, while Andy and Wren shared his laid-back vibe.

Your family was your pride and joy, but you were also proud of the fact that you never had to sacrifice your love of business and politics to have them. You were blessed with a supportive husband who recognized how hard you worked.

When President Hamilton had first offered you a cabinet position, you were hesitant to take it. How could you raise a family and serve? Being First Lady was one thing. This was an entirely different level.

Bradley listened as you told him about your worries and assured you that he would do everything in his power to support you if you wanted to make this career move. "You supported me when I need you. You helped me follow my dream, and now it's my turn to help you." Bradley had told you as he held you in his arms one night.

The next day, you accepted the offer, and after a relatively quick vetting process, you became Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, Secretary of Commerce.

The first few months were an adjustment. You spent many sleepless nights venting to Bradley about how you thought you'd made a mistake and that you should quit. He would listen to your concerns and encourage you and soothe your worries each time. He celebrated all of your victories in your new position, both big and small. Everything was going well—too well.

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It was a quiet night in Washington D.C.

President Hamilton was about to give his first State of the Union address. You were in a secure, undisclosed location with your family. You had been chosen as the designated survivor. You thought it was silly, really. What were the odds that every single person ahead of you in the line of presidential succession died at the same time?

But you also understood the importance of it. You appreciated a good backup plan.

You were relaxing in some leggings and a well-worn, oversized Georgetown hoodie, staring at the TV when Bradley joined you.

He had an old Navy shirt and some flannel pants on. He'd just tucked the kids in bed before coming to watch the State of the Union with you.

He wrapped his arm around you as the two of you shared a bowl of popcorn.

"Oh my god, did I look that stuffy when I gave my speehes?" He asked as the two of you listened.

"No, Dearest. You looked exceptionally handsome." You told him. He laughed as the two of you continued to watch the screen. Everything seemed fine—normal even.

Until it happened.

A large boom shook the safe house just as the live feed of the address went black.

You and Bradley looked as each other with panic in your eyes.

"Bradley, go get the kids." You told him. He was out of his seat and racing down the hall before you could finish your sentence. You quickly flipped through the TV channels to see if you could figure out what was wrong. The sound of sirens and helicopters blared from outside. Whatever this was, it was serious.

Just then, Dante, the head of your security team, burst in the door. Mrs. Bradshaw, we need to move all of you now." He said in a protective tone. "Dante, what's going on?" You asked him. He didn't respond.

Just then, a news flash came over the TV, and your heart sank. Your children came running into the room and gathered around you as Bradley followed behind.

"Oh my god." The two of you said in unison. "Bradley, they blew up the Capital." You said in disbelief as you watched the screen. You couldn't believe your eyes. In the spot where the beautiful building had once stood was nothing but a pile of burning rubble.

"Dante, I need you to get the Seresin's on the phone right now." You demanded. "Mrs. Bradshaw, we need to get all of you out of here now. We will call them from the car." Dante said. You wanted to protest, but he was grabbing your arm and hauling you out door as more members of your security team escorted Bradley and your children.

You looked back over your shoulder just in time to see a banner flash stating that there would likely be no survivors. Your heart sank as you thought about all innocent men and women who lost their lives— your parents included.

Suddenly, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. Andy and Elle sat on either side of you in the car while Leo and Wren clung to Bradley.

You were vaugly aware of him telling you that they had reached Jake and Jaycee. The Seresin's and their three children were fine, and more security would be sent to them.

Bright lights from police, fire, and military flashed through the streets of D.C. as Dante navigated them. You were sure someone was talking to you, but you didn't hear what they said. You felt like you were underwater.

You didn't register yourself getting out of the SUV or the fact that you were being taken through a back passage of the White House. It was only when Chief Justice Inglewood was asking Bradley to hold the Bible and for you to place your hand on, that you snapped back to reality.

"Wait, what's going on?" You said as you looked around the room.

"Mrs. Bradshaw, you're the designated survivor." Chief Justice Inglewood said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You still hadn't processed what was going on.

"Honey, you're about to take the oath of office. You're going to be the president." Bradley said to you calmly.

You took a deep breath as Justice Inglewood looked at you. "Please place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right hand, and repeat after me." She began. You didn't even have time to process what Bradley had said before Inglewood started the oath.

"Do you, Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of your ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States?" Chief Justice Inglewood asked you.

That's when the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The president, vice president, and everyone else in the Capital tonight were dead. You swallowed thickly as your children huddled close, not sure of what was happening, but aware enough to know something was off.

You took a deep breath and looked at Bradley for reassurance. He nodded his head and smiled.

"I, Y/N Wiseman-Bradshaw, do solemnly swear to faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States." You affirmed in a shaky tone. You felt like you were going to throw up. You tried to swallow, but your mouth was dry, and your tongue felt like sandpaper. You were vaugly aware of someone taking pictures in the background as you spoke the words.

"Congratulations, Madame President. I wish this could have been under better circumstances." Justice Inglewood said as she shook your hand.

You thought that it was odd that she was shaking your hand and congratulating you. You were here because hundreds of people had died, not because you won an election. You did deserve this.

Your hands started to shake as tears pricked your eyes. This was wrong. All wrong. You felt like you couldn't breathe. How the hell did you end up here?

Your husband turned to you and saw the fear in your eyes.

Bradley immediately pulled you in for a hug before cupping your face in his hands. He could sense the terror running through your body as the severity of the situation set in.

"Oh my god, Bradley. I—I—what am I going to do?" You said as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

"Right now, we are going to tuck the kids in and read them a bedtime story. Then, you are going to go with Dante to a secure conference room and talk with the department heads that weren't at the State of the Union. You are going to figure out a way for us to get through this because that's what you do best, honey. You solve problems. Tomorrow morning, you are going to drink way too much coffee, put on a suit, and address the nation. You are going to let them know that we are down, but not out. You are going to show them how strong their president is. But most of all, you're going to do your best. That's all you can do." Bradley tells you as he kissed your forehead.

Dante doesn't give you time to respond or to help Bradley with the children before he is whisking you away again.

"Go get 'em; Madame President. I love you." Bradley said as he ushered you to go. You nodded and followed Dante.

You couldn't believe this was happening. One minute, you were enjoying a quiet evening. The next, you were thrust into a position you weren't even sure you wanted and knew you weren't qualified for.

"Oh my god." You said to yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time this evening as the weight of everything settled over you.

You were no longer Secretary Wiseman-Bradshaw. You were President Wiseman-Bradshaw.

Life as you knew it would be forever changed.

Dante and your other Secret Service team members stopped outside a door. Dante went ahead while you waited behind. Moments later, he returned and said,

"Madame President, they're ready for you."

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hypertextdog · 10 months

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hi @hypertextdog followers and friends. it's that time again

the process of elimination (tpoe) <- play here

this is my interactive ergodic web fiction project, the process of elimination !!! ↴↴↴

it features six endings, a robust original soundtrack (by myself), and a number of visual artworks, including the banners visible above and the tpoe ost's album cover, by @notwerewolf. other information (including many content warnings) can be found on my homepage.

if that piques your interest at all, feel free 2 join the discord here!!

more info on it below ↴↴↴

tpoe is an exploration of isolation, control, surveillance, and early 2020's-era internet culture. you play as harry arsigne, a 14-year-old cat artist living ~alone with his overbearing father, scott, in a decommissioned lighthouse in the shoreline town of conder, connecticut.

making choices through personality test responses, you'll balance your two hobbies: exchanging personal histories with and seeking questionable guidance from the set of five eccentric criminals scott keeps in his d.i.y. prison cell in the lighthouse basement, and using his surveillance software to monitor the online activity of one wren wayer*, a rather pretentious local high school sophomore and twice attempted gamedev with whom you have an at times overwhelming obsession.

* that says "wren wayer" sorry dark mode users

it is a whole queer ordeal with honest deconstructions of modern online teenager-hood, including fandom and forum drama, gay parasocial love, e-childlabor, and destructive codependent ldr's. it's also a crime drama about a father whose overprotective affection manifests itself as a sort of religious zeal pertaining to disease, water purity, and fucked up architecture.

it is really good and i worked hard on it dudeee. play ittt join the serverrr thanks for reading👍👍

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gobbodoggo · 4 months

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Updated my banner of Wren, Astarion, and Halsin.

Love how it looks now!

#baldurs gate 3 #artists on tumblr #art #sketch #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 halsin #halsin #halsin x tav #astarion my beloved #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin

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mama-mystery · 6 months

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Had a great time at SizeCon this weekend, especially speaking on the Inflation Panel with all of these lovely folks! Moose Tracks, Producer, Dan Standing, Coco Wren, Hypester were all lovely panel-mates!

Banner art by MooseTracks!

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queenangst · 2 months

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

Blindinglights (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 10-20k and 5-10k words. Especially interested in: KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinBaku, TodoBaku, KiriDeku, KiriKami, ShinKami, BakuKami, KiriBakuDeku, TodoBakuDeku, Todo/Deku, ShinBakuDeku, ShinKiriBaku, ShinBakuKami, and KiriTodoBakuDeku, SeroRoki. AUs (college, coffee shop/cafe, camboy/porn star, "and they were roommates", villain AUs, yakuza, vampires, etc; I love AUs!), enemies to lovers, break up/getting back together, friends to lovers, single parent/kidfic, omegaverse, dub-con, incest, angst (with a happy ending), online dating/blind dates, fake dating, pro heroes, mind break, canon, and age gaps.

Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

Roxi2star (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Tododeku, Kiribaku, Shinkami, Dabihawks, TDBKDK

Achievingelysium (AO3) @queenangst - Hey, that's me! Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Whump, H/C, emotional, healing, coming-of-age and new adult. Found family, friendship, characters taking care of each other. Monster-of-the-week/mission-fics, epistolary, identity, canon divergence, future fic, ambiguous relationships, slice of life. Dadmight, platonic BKDK, Dekusquad, Class A girls, Class A.

Starburstsunshine (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5.

Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

One-fandom-became-all-fandoms (AO3) @one-fandom-became-all-fandoms - 1k words per $10 bid, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: (Romantic): BakuDeku, BakuTodo, TodoDeku, BakuTodoDeku, ShinKami, KiriKami, EraserMic, MomoJirou. (Platonic): Most other pairings. Gen/No pairings, poly-ships, non-hetero ships, BDSM, voyeurism/exhibitionism.

Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

Luna_SelfIndulgentKitten (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 1k minimum for every $10, minimum bid $5.

Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

Yikesohdear (AO3) @livelikeheroes - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Character/relationship studies (including platonic relationships!), Canon-adjacent AUs, slice of life, angst and hurt/comfort

Ternary (AO3) @ternaryflower53 - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer, ace&aro, and disability themes. Trauma recovery and emotional hurt/comfort. Dadzawa adopting someone, Quirkless Midoriya and exploring quirk(less) discrimination in fic. Fave ships: Midoriya/Todoroki, Midoriya/Shinsou, or those three as an OT3.

FillyBoy (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dark tropes, SFW, NSFW, Fluff.

Juurensha (AO3) @juurensha - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Interesting and unique AU's, Romantic Comedy situations, rarepairs, side characters being fleshed out. Dabi/Hawks, Todoroki/Izuku, Shigaraki/Natsuo, Todofam without Endeavor, Rei/Inko, Shinsou/Iida

Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

AzzaBynes @azzabynes - Fan poetry. Less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: Symbolism, neurodivergence (particularly autism, ADHD, OCD, and touch aversion), coping mechanisms, in-universe politics, asexuality/aromanticism, worldbuilding, pairings with interesting narrative consequences (for example, Bakugo/Midoriya has more narrative consequences than Iida/Midoriya, but it's not a hard line), angst with a happy ending

DarkTenshi17 (AO3) - Offering 2 BNHA works. 5-10k, minimum bid $5.

#fth #fth 2024 #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol #if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!

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lucaplushie · 1 month

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everyone (aka arc and wren) are making those dni if you aren't gonna rb banners and it is tempting me.

#luca speaks

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gothhabiba · 1 year

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do you have like an antipsych masterpost or reading list? ive been meaning to get more people into it but dont know where to start

Here's a short reading list I made last week, including a link to a much longer reading list (The anti-psychiatry bibliography and resource guide) broken down by category ("the mental patient experience," "the politics of sanity and madness," "psychiatry and the law," "psychiatry and women," "alternatives to institutional psychiatry," &c.).

The bibliography and resource guide also includes brief passages that elucidate the history of anti-psych movements, as well as summaries of particular thinkers' views. This article provides a quick rundown of some of the people and movements that coalesced under the banner of "antipsychiatry."

In terms of antipsychiatry as a 'field', David Cooper's works are seminal. R. D. Laing is also influential, though he considered himself an advocator for psychiatric reform (and would also go on to collaborate with the Church of Scientology, under an "enemy of my enemy" principle).

For shorter readings from the perspective of a patient, I'd recommend Wren Ave's blog.

This post (based on this one) was my attempt at an "introduction" to the topic of antipsychiatry.

Basically, I'd recommend finding a topic that interests you (the history of psychiatry? patients' testimonies? underlying logics of pathologisation?) and then find something in the anti-psych bibliography that sounds promising. Anti-psych has quite a few different "prongs" to it and it's best to start out with a topic you feel drawn to.

#psychiatry #Anonymous #questions

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venacoeurva · 10 months

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I will be opening 2 slots for this style! Please specify if you want the regular cel shaded one or the old print style one (Wren threateningly in his undies is the best example of the textures and inking I have 🥲), prices are the same. One image per person sans minor alterations. Please read the rules below.

They’re first come, first serve--Contact via IMs only, asks are tedious and difficult to navigate back to to get refs, and idk if asks still get eaten but I'd rather not give it the chance.

RULES

These commissions are NOT permitted for commercial use, use in training AI, NFTs or any involvement in cryptocurrency, campaigns, or promotion that contributes to financial gain. This includes assets such as icons, banners, character art, and similar for streaming, Youtube, blogs that make a profit, and other websites. If there’s a chance you will profit financially from its use, that falls under commercial.

You will get 2 minor to moderate fixes in your commission past the sketch phase. Be prepared and have your resources and ideas ahead of time and if you remember any changes please tell me all of them at one time as one fix. I will not practically or actually redraw or recolor a commission due to customer negligence.

You are not permitted to remove watermarks on the pieces.

I must know ahead of time if you intend on creating physical objects using the piece.

There is not a contractual forfeiture of rights from me to you, I extend them to you. I retain a right to use commissions for promotional and portfolio reasons.

Payment must be up front in full via Paypal invoices (so I need your associated email, NOT a paypal.me link).

When describing things such as the poses and scene, please break the text up into smaller chunks. Also, please don’t tell me to just do whatever, that isn’t helpful at all, stressful, and odds are you know these characters more than I do!

Must have a visual reference for any OCs or character who are difficult to find good references for (such as for a very niche series). I need as neutral lighting in screenshots as you can manage, if you want color accuracy I need accurate colors for colored pieces or the ability to infer what they would be in the lighting of the commission. If the screenshots are too bad I will say no until you can get a better one.

Keep it SFW, suggestive at most for adult characters only (vulgar dialogue or text allowed as long as it's not bigoted or in poor taste). Upper nudity is fine for adults. You must be an adult for that. Fetish content that wouldn’t be clocked from an outside perspective is not allowed. I can also tell when people try to stealth fetish art out of me.

I will not emulate other online artists’ styles, and this commission opening is for the above style only.

If you want me to illustrate part of your fic, do not expect me to read it. Give me a description of the scene as you would any other illustration. If you try this, I will reject your commission.

Shipping is fine (OCXCanon, OCXOC, CanonxCanon) provided it isn't incest or adult/minor. If I'm skeeved out by a particular one you bring up I'll also let you know if I won't do that one.

I won't draw other peoples' OCs that are not yours unless you know each other. People do that without consent, it's weird!

Nonhuman/elf/other humanoid characters are fine, including furries or monsters.

No real people other than cases such as your fursona, etc. and no real person shipping/fanfiction or fanart.

If you're being unprofessional via playful rudeness, flirting, bigotry, demanding I prioritize your comm in the queue or to work faster I will refund you and immediately stop working on your commission. You will be blacklisted.

No politics, no bigoted content (including transphobia and exclusion), no shitty tired jokes like farm tools, rape jokes, pedophilia jokes, or anything involving F/yr unless it’s him getting being obliterated into a fine paste. You get the gist, he makes me uncomfortable and I refuse to draw him, and poor enough taste concepts will get you rejected and blacklisted.

There are some series I refuse to draw for full stop. If you ask for one, I’ll let you know.

I can say no to any commission for any reason.

#commissions #tes #artsyfartsyness

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