Hey hey! I finally finished my pictures based on the fic i’m writing along with Mae (over here). This time I did Angus, Gregg and Bea… All in Ms Paint of course because it was fun to do so.
Also… I gotta bring out the singing voice canons too. So with Gregg, my sister @j4m-ch4n and I like to think Adam Young (x). With Angus… I don’t know what his singing voice canon would be.. But I have been listening to Patrick Bruel and imagining Angus singing this song from Moulin Rouge so here’s a little treat fo you all (x). Lastly with Bea… I like Elizabeth Hale (x) (then she never sings again, so who knows lmao).
Yeah…. Just lame doodles I drew out based on a fic im writing on the side. Enjoy peeps. (owo)b
I drew Merlin again because something in me just nEEDed to, and now I shall post it cause i want to collaborate in the fan art world. This was HEAVILY inspired by one of @whimsycatcher’s digital art. She’s amazing like wow x100, so yes if u wanna follow a smooth Merlin fan art account, follow her. Obv mine isn’t as great but still I hope you like it!!
Representation: Make Your Own, Vote with Your Wallet
Here’s a comic that I drew up to explain my grievances with these counter-arguements I’ve seen popping up. I’ll write more in text here.
I don’t want to stop anyone from making their own games. Making games is a hard, incredibly rewarding creative task, and you should never stop making games, ever. You want to see a game that is totally your thing, your own brainchild go out into the world for people to enjoy? Do it. Make that game, and share with the world more culture than ever before. There is nothing stopping you from making your own game except time and effort.
But one person’s games, that’s just one voice in a million. As a gay person (and I cannot speak for anyone else but my own gay self), I grew up without any gay protagonists, with the constant background radiation of “Straight Is Normal”. Every romance, every love interest, every single character who wasn’t a joke or a villain, straight. I couldn’t share a part of me that was vitally important to me, and nobody knew what being gay meant, since there were no positive gay characters in the media we were consuming. If I made a game with a gay main character, that would still be one game in tens of thousands. It wouldn’t reach a wide audience, and there wouldn’t be the presence in media that is sorely required. I would need to have a marketing campaign, and millions of dollars I don’t have to reach the audience who really needs this representation.
Because this isn’t about one game, this isn’t about any particular game. This is about culture in general. Children will grow up playing straight leads and create straight leads in their own games. They won’t think “Hey, maybe I should make this lead gay” because that’s not what they grew up playing. We imitate what we’ve learnt, and we create building blocks with which we craft stories. The gun toting veteran soldier is always male, the princess who needs saving is always female, the hero is always straight and always gets the girl.
But what if we made sure that wasn’t the case? What if the hero had a gay love interest, what if the princess was a dude, what if the gun toting vet was a lady? What if we explore these avenues, construct a more complex narrative and not just rehash the same narratives we ourselves played as children?
We shout loudly for this to happen, decry wasted opportunities because we need to. Because if we don’t bring it to the attention of the people making the games, nobody will. We cannot remain passive consumers - “only play the games you like” only counts if there are games that represent us - and if there are parts of those games we find hurt us, we can still love those games and recognise the hurtful bits. I do not want to boycott games with problematic elements - that will ensure only bad games get made. How do you make money speak the necessary things we have to say?
(As a footnote, I will explain how money talks. Money is a language all of it’s own, and it is a very simple language. If you give someone money for doing something, you are saying “I support the thing you are doing”. If you do not give them money, you aren’t really saying anything, as it could be anything from “I don’t support this at all!” to “Eh, I wasn’t invested enough to lay down money” to “I wanted to support you, but I couldn’t.”. Now, if someone made a really really good game, but it had an insulting or degrading depiction of your group inside it, and you really liked the game, would you buy it? Would you not buy it? If you bought it, you are supporting the status quo - they will continue to do anyway. If you didn’t buy it, they might think “Wow, we need to not do a game like this ever again” and not even consider that the problematic elements were the problem. Money is too crude of a language to get this across.)
So, we are left with the only avenue that is viable for us: Actual Dialogue and Critique. Where we are free to say “I really liked this game, but it had problematic elements in it”, and discuss the things that went wrong in the game. Now, critique is not the same as censorship. With censorship, you remove the media from the public’s eye as soon as possible, so that their eyes are not offended by it. I do not want this. I cannot stress enough that I do not want this. Censorship is a regressive and counterproductive tactic, which does not help us learn from our mistakes and missteps. If we censored every piece of art that had mistakes, we would stagnate.
Critique, on the other hand, is the honing of skills and behaviour through discussion of the implementation of such behaviour. Just like an artist can recieve critique on anatomy,a writer can recieve critique on representation. A poor artist draws what they think something looks like, a poor writer writes what they think something acts like. And just like a poor artist can avoid drawing body parts they have no skill in drawing, a poor writer can avoid including people they know nothing about. Representation is simply another way we can improve the quality of our games - with proper representation comes richer, more varied casts.
I want to stress again that critique is forward thinking, not backward thinking. When we say, say, that Assassin’s Creed: Unity has four identical white males and that’s boring and samey - it is a critique of the game itself. It is a flaw that perhaps Ubisoft can learn from, and if we didn’t point it out, they would be none the wiser about it. Ignoring flaws is just as bad as censorship - both ways we learn nothing about it. Would you like to see a game industry filled with nothing but grizzly Doom Marines? If nobody pointed that out, the industry would blindly make more Doom Marines, because that’s what would sell. But once we’ve pointed out the samey Doom marines, or the four white lads, future games can be made that have an eye to this critique, and it can only benefit everyone. Sure, there will still be problematic games, but we are only human, and we are still allowed to enjoy those games. But I think the game industry can be better, and it needs to be told where it is going wrong. Those games that it creates, they will still exist for you to enjoy. They will always exist, and they will be fun.
I know you want creative freedom, and I do too, but the industry makes a profit from creating games geared with marketing and not just a little cynicism. By having better representation, we open up avenues for more voices, more varied creators to have their say, not just the ones that “sell at the moment”, as executives, the ones that are really in charge of the creative decisions, are a frightened and conservative lot. If we show them that no, we won’t stand for this lack of representation, they will have to reconsider their cynical and conservative marketing avenues. And we can’t do this by money alone. Money can only take us part of the way there, and for the rest of it, the vast majority, we need…
REAL FUCKING DIALOGUE.
I bet even some of you out there are still skeptical, like, why do we even need better representation, games are fine as they are. I’m not here to tell you that you can’t enjoy games. I’m not here to tell you that games aren’t important, or aren’t art, or should be a lame minority rainbow, or that all games should be Captain Planet and the Planeteers, where social consciousness is the deal of the day, all day, every day. I think that would be terrible. But what I do want? I want gay heroes to be just as normal and ordinary as straight heroes. I want black heroes to be unnotable and accepted. I want female heroes, I want trans heroes. I want characters that stick in people’s minds as normal. There is no “Special Snowflake Patrol” wanting to make every hero be an intersection with every marginalised group.
I just… want to be normal. I don’t want to have to shout, or campaign, or point out Straight White Male Protagonist #6753 as being yet another wasted opportunity.
I want to be normal. I want to be able to walk down the street with my boyfriend, holding hands, without people recalling all the regressive stereotypes that they have seen in the media and informed themselves about my sexuality.
I want to be normal. I want to be the hero sometimes, I want to be the villain sometimes. I want great gay romance, I want terrible gay romance. I want to pick up a straight-to-DVD animated movie and sometimes see gay characters just existing, being gay, without it being notable or anything.
But that will never happen if I just make my own media and just passively consume the media that most closely fits me. Not existing in media I enjoy is not good enough for me. I refuse to be a passive consumer. This solution needs
And if we need to get a little loud to be heard over the roar, well, that’s just what we’ll have to do. Why not join in, so that we can fix this problem sooner, and we can all rest and enjoy making our own games, while enjoying games made by teams of people with far more money than we’ll ever see in our lifetimes? After all, it must be great to see a big budget game with a romance that you can connect with. I wish I could play one!
And even though I’m gay, and not a person of colour, female, or transgender, I still want them to feel the same thing I’m striving for. That’s what equality is all about. I’ll help them, they’ll help me, and if you help as well, to strike up dialogue, to critique, to discuss and deconstruct, we’ll get there.
We’ll get nowhere just passively consuming. Let us
UPDATE: My good friend Samael inked the comic for me! It looks much better now!
Your first impression of him was that he was a jerk in all honesty. You saw him listening to music with his skateboard tucked in his backpack and his hands shoved inside his pockets just making his way through school. He wouldn’t talk to anyone and quite frankly it looked like he was ignoring people and just shoving them out of the way without apologizing. You would catch him side glancing at you and you weren’t comfortable under his gaze, thinking that he was judging you. Maybe it was just you being paranoid considering it was only halfway through your first day of school, but you were still careful around him. Almost everyone here showed you a smile but not him. It was almost weird how many classes you had together so far and with only the first half of the day. You had your first two classes with him. You found it strange that someone who rubs you off as ignorant can be extremely smart considering he was in your AP classes.
Peter always kept his head down while walking the hallways, he tried to be as invisible as possible in order not to get bullied. He played his music so he wouldn’t have to hear all the rude comments that his peers made and said to him as he passed by. Most of the school jocks made sure to run into him with a hard shove. Peter would ignore it and keep walking. He carried his skateboard around because it was his way of getting home. He didn’t have the money to buy a car. He spent his money on new things for his camera. Nevertheless, skating took his mind off of things for a while. It wasn’t until his eyes landed on you in his first class that his breathing became short. His heartbeat picked up and his palms got sweaty. He hadn’t felt this way since the spider bit him. He stopped looking at you when he saw your head turn, not wanting you to notice that he was staring. He sat in the back of the lesson this time, staring at you and trying to read you. He couldn’t tell what kind of person you were right off the bat and it was bothering him that he didn’t know. Usually he can read people rather quickly but you were different.
How did you two meet?
You both have the same Algebra class. Peter saw you the first day of school sitting in the front all alone. He hasn’t met anyone that liked sitting in the front as well as him. Everyone sat in the back not paying attention and just talking amongst themselves. He had seen you in the halls and always took a second glance when he saw you but tried not to make it obvious that he was staring, in case anyone saw him. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulder before making his way over to the seat next to you. He slid in, keeping his head down and waiting for the class to start. You looked over at him and smiled, stretching your hand out.
“I’m Y/N.” You would look at him, waiting for him to introduce himself. He looked at your hand and fumbled for his words.
“P-Peter. I’m Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He said, not realizing how red he was or how much he loved saying your name and the sound of it. All of your judgements that you made earlier in the day had disappeared, just thinking that he was a shy guy. You gave him another smile before turning back to face the front, getting ready to take notes in math.
Even though Peter had managed to talk to you it was still hard to determine what kind of person you were and what clique you would join after realizing how lame he was. He wasn’t looking forward to the moment he knew so well, but he at least wanted to know if you would go with the athletes or a beauty clique or the arts group but he couldn’t tell what you liked, not yet at least.
How did you guys find out that you liked each other? How long did it take for this to happen?
A few months into the school year and you had already developed a crush on Peter. You started to fall for the adorable dorky teen. After talking to him in Algebra you went and sat in the library for lunch, just studying for things that were taught that morning. You would sit down and and quietly eat your lunch. You didn’t mind sitting here in the library it was peaceful. The cafeteria was always dirty and super loud and you weren’t exactly sure where to sit considering that everyone had their own group of friends and the only person that you have actually had the gut to talk to was Peter. You never saw him anywhere during lunch it was like he disappeared during lunch and came back for Algebra. It only took the small time that you got to talk to him during your shared classes to fall for him. He wasn’t like the other guys you have met. Your mind began to wander and think about Peter instead of going over your math notes. You sighed, closing your book and grabbing your phone sending a text to your Uncle telling him that you are going to stop by his house after lunch. You continued to flip through your notes mindlessly, your thoughts still thinking about the smart charming boy. You heard the bell ring and grabbed your things, getting ready to drive over to Uncle Tony’s apartment. You weren’t a big fan of skipping afternoon classes but you also needed to talk to Tony about the boy. You didn’t know how to tell him that you had a crush on him, afraid that it might hurt your friendship and you most definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend. Besides, you were ahead in those classes and you hadn’t seen Uncle Tony in the longest time. You pulled into the driveway and made your way into his tower. You pressed the button that went to his apartment. Once you arrived you saw Pepper finishing up her lunch in the kitchen. You greeted her and continued to look for your Uncle. You turned some corners and ran face first knocking your forehead on someone else’s. You groaned and reached your hand up to rub your temple, where you had knocked it against the other person’s temple. You looked up and saw Peter standing there holding his head too.
“I’m so sorry.” He said, not looking up and still rubbing his forehead.
“Peter?” You asked, shocked to see him here of all places.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked nervously. He nodded his head, motioning you to follow him.
“I’m- uh..I need to talk to my Uncle.” You replied, walking behind him, following him into the kitchen. He grabbed an ice pack and pressed it gently on your forehead. You replaced his hand and held it there, letting it numb the pain a little. Your heart fluttered at the sweet gesture.
“Your Uncle?” Peter asked confused and as if on cue, your Uncle Tony walked into the kitchen, greeting Pepper (who you had forgotten was there for a brief second) with a kiss and turned to the both of you. His mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. He gasped and let out a laugh.
“I didn’t know you were talking about Y/N! I mean if you would have given a name I would have worked my magic earlier!” You gave Peter-whose face was turning bright red- a confused look before turning back to your Uncle Tony, waiting for him to explain.
“I mean, Peter if you told me that your crush was Y/N-”
“Mr. Stark!” Peter exclaimed. You felt your cheeks burn and your lips tug into a smile. Your Uncle looked between the two of you and figured out the whole situation.
“Oops.” He said.
“If it makes you feel any better,” you started, turning to Peter who was looking down at his feet, embarrassed.
“I like you too.”
Who asked who out?
Peter asked you out first. A few days after finding out that you lied eachother Peter had gone over to your house with a bouquet of flowers. He hid his face, trying to hide his blush when you opened the door. You lowered the flowers and saw Peter smiling shyly at you. You smiled back and took the flowers from him, smelling them. You thanked him and hugged him, hearing him whisper in your ear,
“A flower for my flower.” He mumbled. You pulled back and looked at him, your smile growing wider.
“What?” You asked, wanting to hear the words again.
“I, uh…got you some flowers because I know you like them.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“And uh..I was hoping that you would go out on a date with me..” He muttered the last part, avoiding eye contact.
What was your first date like?
Peter borrowed one of Tony’s cars, in hopes of impressing you. Peter had gone to your Uncle in hopes of some advice on how to impress you. You weren’t the type to be impressed by money. Tony knew you liked gentlemen and he made sure that Peter knew that, pulling out one of his old tuxes and setting up a reservation at a nice restaurant. Peter was beyond nervous.
“Money doesn’t impress her, but she loves gentlemen, especially if they are kind hearted and smart. You have a good heart Peter, the girl already agreed to a date, stop being so nervous.” Tony scolded as he finished tying Peter’s tie.
“I know Mr. Stark. I just, I don’t know she’s an amazing girl all I want is to be good enough for her.”
“You will be fine Peter. Just be yourself.” Tony assured, handing him keys to one of his cars.
“Mr. Stark, I just wanted to thank you for letting me borrow this car and for the restaurant reservations and-”
“And Parker,” Tony cut in before the boy could continue his rant.
“Yes Mr. Stark?”
“Never keep a girl waiting.”
Your first date with him was amazing. Peter may of been a bit of a nervous wreck and spilled water on the table but he was a complete gentlemen. After the dinner at the restaurant he walked you out in the nice and surprisingly quiet part of town, you two stopped and shared an ice cream. When it got cold he would give you his (well Tony’s old) blazer. You protested, saying that he would be cold but he ignored it, making sure that you would be warm and comfortable. At the end of the night he took you home right on curfew and kissed your hand. He held your hand and asked you to be his girlfriend in a hurried breath. When you said yes, before you could say anything or do anything your parents opened the door. He made sure that you got in the house safely before leaving himself, but not before fist pumping in the air, joy flowing out of him for having a successful night-besides the water mess he made.
What was your first kiss like?
After your first date, Peter made sure to call you, and said that he was going to be over in ten minutes to pick you up and go to a park for a little while. You agreed and went and got ready. He picked you up, being the gentleman and opening the car doors for you and guiding you through busy streets with his hand on your lower back to guide you. You were walking through the park, talking about everything and nothing. You shared embarrassing stories that you have witnessed and experienced himself. The day went by quickly and he was driving you home before you knew it. You were parked outside your house and before Peter could get out you stopped him, holding his arm, preventing him from leaving the car just yet. He turned his attention back to you, sitting back down and closing the door.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, looking at you, worried. You sighed, the butterflies in your stomach preventing you from doing something that you have waited to do for quite a while. You looked over at him and nodded, his caramel brown eyes lighting up when he smiled. You took a deep breath and planted a kiss on his cheek. You pulled away and smiled at Peter, who was in awe. He let out a nervous chuckle before saying,
“You missed.” You looked up at him confused. You were about to ask what he meant until you felt his lips on yours.
Who said “I love you” first?
It would be a few months after you started dating when Peter said it without realising it. You two were in school in the library working out a physics problem that had the both of you stumped. Sheets upon sheets of paper with notes surrounded the two of you at the table. You were going over the notes for what seemed to be the fifteenth hundred time. You were about to move on to the next set of notes until some scribbles on the side of the paper caught your eye. It was another equation, the equation to solve the problem! Your eyes widened and started to work the problem out with the right equation. Peter looked at you, watching what you were writing and doing it on his paper as well. You finished the paper, coming to the correct conclusion. You let out a sigh, setting your pencil down on the table.
“You did it. You’re brilliant. A true genius.” Peter let out a laugh as he kissed your temple.
“Thanks Pete but not really. I mean most of these are your notes anyways, you wrote it down you just didn’t realize you had the answer.” You smiled, looking up at him. He smiled back at you.
“But I do realise that I have the best girlfriend in the world.” Your eyes widened and you started to blush madly from his comment. You looked down and smiled, not wanting him to see how red you were. Peter was such a romantic sometimes that it surprised you how such a shy sweet dork can come up with these things.
“Next problem.” You said, trying to divert his attention back to the homework from your still reddening face. You looked up and smiled sweetly at him. His brown eyes bored into yours as a smile grew on his face as well.
“God, I just love you.” He said, turning his attention back to the physics book before he can process what just came out of his lips. You froze, your heart picking up speed once you understood what he had mumbled. You stared at him, unable to process anything, too happy for words or motions.
“I love you too.” You whispered, causing him to look up. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His mouth fell agape. He started to mutter out incoherent words, his smile growing. He startled rambling out embarrassed that he didn’t realise what he said that you had to shut him up with a kiss, something that you did quite often (and didn’t have any problem doing.)
Who asked who to move in with them?
After both of you went to the college of your dreams (same college), around your junior year, Peter had asked you to move in with him. He had taken you to lunch after your classes, walking off campus to go to a restaurant.
“So I have been thinking, we have been dating for a while now..” Peter trailed off, after sitting down with you at the restaurant. You looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
“And I was hoping that maybe, if you want, you don’t have to obviously, I was just thinking, that maybe-”
“Peter, your rambling. You shouldn’t feel nervous around me, I am here for you.” You reassured, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.
“Will you move in with me?” He asked rather quickly that it took you a minute to think and comprehend what he said. Peter took your hand in yours, squeezing it gently, silently asking you to answer the question. You nodded quickly, causing him to let out a relieved sigh.
What are some quirks that you love about each other?
You absolutely love how brilliant Peter is. He is extremely creative when he builds his computers and calculators and it never fails to leave you in awe at how intelligent and brilliant he is. Peter is constantly coming up with new things and ideas and it never ceases to amaze you. Another thing you love is that he isn’t cocky or self absorbed or egotistical. He knows he’s smart but doesn’t brag about it. He’s humble and that’s something you absolutely love about him.
Peter would say that he loves everything about you but if he had to choose something that he truly loves about you would be that he loves your determination and ambition. Whenever you are starting a new project in your shared apartment or even doing a homework problem that is frustrating you, you don’t give up. It makes him feel a little better and more secure that you would stay with him and not give up on him.
What are some things that you would change about each other (if any)?
Peter would change how worried you get when he comes home with unexplained bruises and cuts. He hates when you are worried and stressed over him and it hurts that he keeps in you in the dark about what he does. He would also change the fact that you get up before him, but only because he wants to make breakfast for him but because he wants to see your beautiful face at peace, undisturbed and wants to shower it with kisses, kissing all the nightmares and bad thoughts away.
You would change how careless he is with himself. It hurts you to see him come home late nights and all wounded. He is such a caring person but he is caring towards others but rarely cares for himself. It worries you that he doesn’t take care of himself, but that’s why you are there.
Who apologizes after a fight?
In the rare cases that you two fought, you would always apologize. Peter always apologized, even when it wasn’t his fault, he still did it in fears that you would leave him. You mostly fought over his unexplained wounds or why he comes back so late at night. You were just scared for his safety and when you calmed down and realise that you may have overreacted a bit, you go to your shared room, cuddle up to his side and apologize. Peter would hold you closely, kissing the top of your head and whispering to you that it was okay and not to worry. He would hold you closely, keeping you pressed against him, close to his heart. He likes to hold you until you fall asleep. It was the only time that he would be able to see you at such peace. He would kiss your temple and try to find some sleep himself.
What does the other do when one of you are sick?
Peter is constantly tending to your needs. You would cough once and he would be there next to you with some cough drops. If you sneezed he would hand you tissues and hug you close to make sure that you are warm and stayed warm. When you would be bed ridden he would cuddle into you, even if you told him to get away in order to not get sick. He use Aunt May’s old soup recipes and make them for you. He would go to the store and buy your favorite treats and would give them to you after you took your disgusting medicine. He would stay by your side until he was convinces that you were 100% healthy again.
Peter never got sick. You were surprised by how good and strong his immune system was. Even when the flu season came along the times that he hadn’t taken the flu shot (much to your dismay) he still didn’t get it. So the only times you were able to take care of him was patching him up.
Who worries constantly about the other?
You are constantly worrying about him. Especially when he comes home from fights and bullies (at least that’s what he tells you).
Peter worries that you will leave him. Whenever you are talking about your celebrity crushes or to another guy (strictly as friends) he worries that they might be better for you.
Neither of you are a big fan of PDA mainly because the attention that it comes with. However whenever you guys are in public, Peter likes to hold your hand or have his hand on your lower back so he know that you are safe in his arms. It puts him at ease to know that you are close to him and that while you are close to him he will not let anything happen to you. He is at the point where he literally will lay down his life for you. You knew it too, considering that he told you one night while cuddling in bed.
It was a Friday night, and you two were watching Star Wars Episode V: Empire Strikes Back. You were cuddled into Peter’s side. You were wearing his sweater and some spandex underneath. You were waiting for the laundry to be done and Peter had come by and asked if you wanted to watch Star Wars. It was about halfway in the movie where Luke was shooting at Storm Troopers Peter mumbled out,
“I would take a bullet for you. Without hesitation.”
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon?
You are the small spoon. Peter is a tall boy and it’s hard for you to be the big spoon. He loves having you close to his heart anyways because he claims that you are the one that’s keeping it beating. On the rare occasion that you are the big spoon it would only be because he was having a bad day and needed to be cuddled.
What does the other do when one of you are upset?
Peter goes to the store and buys your favorite ice cream, brings it home, and cuddles you on the couch, kissing your temple and asking if you wanted to talk about it. He always offered a listening ear and great advice. Other times he would prepare a bath for you and order pizza when you were done. Either way when you are upset you will get showered with kisses and hugs.
When Peter is upset you always cook him a homemade meal, his favorite (besides pizza). You would cook it up and eat with him. It would cheer him up slightly. Another thing you would do is call your Uncle Tony and ask if you and Peter could go over for a little and have Peter build whatever he wanted to. Other times you would give him a massage and listen to his problems or binge watch Netflix together, you occasionally kissing him (which he would always ask for one more).
Favorite Netflix show to watch together?
Definitely the Office or Parks and Rec. The family-like relationship in both shows resemble how you, Peter, and the avengers were. Even though none of you were related you still treated each other like family.
Who falls asleep first while watching the movie/tv show?
Peter does because the poor kid is always tired living the double life.
Favorite food to eat while on the couch together?
Pizza or ice cream.
Do you feed each other food?
It’s not really feeding each other food it’s more like sharing whatever you are eating. If you are coming home a little late and see Peter eating chinese take out on the couch you would go over and he would feed you some or you would grab a fork and help him finish the food off. Peter would eat boxes upon boxes so he didn’t mind sharing (even if he was so so hungry and there was little food left he would be more than happy to share with the girl he loves so dearly).
Both. Peter helps by cutting the ingredients while you actually cook them. Peter has tried making meals for you during Valentine’s day but he fails miserably.
Who is the romantic in the relationship?
Peter is. He absolutely loves to set up candlelit dinners (which Aunt May would help him with whether it be in person or through Skype when she can’t come over). He loves making you baths and giving you gifts whether be ones he made or bought. He loves spoiling you.
Do you like to surprise each other often?
Yes. Peter loves surprised you with small gifts or taking you to the movies or even getting some superheroes to meet you. You love getting him new things for him to be able to build. You even had the garage turned into his own lab (with the help of your uncle of course). You would love to surprise him with breakfast in bed and even spend time with him building things (which are combining two of his favorite things, you and building things).
Are there any secrets that you kept from each other?
Peter has kept the fact that he is Spider-Man from you. He told you that he knew your Uncle because of an internship. You had a hard time believing him but did anyways, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you.
How did the other handle it when they found out?
You didn’t find out the way he wanted to. It was a night where you were walking home from a late night shift and Peter wasn’t answering his phone. You shrugged it off, thinking he was probably sleeping (it never bothered you walking home alone because you had pepper spray on you and Natasha taught you how to defend yourself). Tonight was different. You were caught off guard when your hear a gun click behind you. You froze, getting ready to get your pepper spray out.
“Move and I pull the trigger.” The man spoke lowly. You raised your hands up in defense. You heard grunting behind you, thuds and grunts coming from behind. You turned around slowly, confused as to what was going on. Your eyes widened as you saw Spider-Man knock out what you assumed to be the guy who held you at gunpoint seconds ago. He stood up at his full height before turning around. He started walking towards you, gaining speed with each step. You were a little intimidated by him. He ripped his mask off and before you could process that it was Peter, he was kissing you. One of his gloved hands held your head by the nape of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist, pressing you to him. You kissed back and wrapped your arms around him. When you pulled back to breathe, Peter moved his lips, continuing to kiss his way down to your neck.
“Peter-” You let out a breath when he kissed your sweet spot.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” He mumbled, hugging you a little closer and re-connecting his lips with yours.
Any favorite memories or stories?
Peter’s favorite memory was the night you called him in the middle of the night just because you wanted to hear his voice. You were away in London with your family over spring break and because of the time difference it was hard to talk. Peter thought about calling you but it was either too late (and he didn’t want to wake you up) or in the middle of the day (he would be worried that you were laughing with someone better than him) (he trusted you with everything, just not so much other people) and didn’t want to interrupt your daily plans. You on the other hand wanted Peter to call. So you stayed up late one night and called him when it was around lunch time over there. Peter was so relieved to hear your voice and he never felt happier thinking that you stayed up for him just to talk. You never ceased to amaze him.
Who curses when they stub their toe on the side of furniture?
Peter does. When it’s late at night and you are already sleeping on the couch (you try waiting for him) (and he loves it) he turns off all the lights so it won’t bother you, picks you up from the couch and takes you to bed. Sure, he has great abilities and all but his spidey senses don’t tingle when furniture is in the way. He would run into furniture, whether it be the side of your bed or door frames. He was just thankful you weren’t suffering the pain he was.
Who curses when they get hurt in general?
You would. Especially if it’s something small like a paper cut or hitting your funny bone. You don’t curse when you break an arm or leg. Peter finds this amusing.
Are there any late night strolls?
Only if you are with Peter. He will absolutely not let you go out at night alone, especially not after what happened the night you got held at gunpoint.
Who helps who with work/homework?
You two help each other. With homework you would help Peter solve chemistry problems and biology problems when he can’t figure them out and he would help you with physics and maths. When it came to work you always kept him company while he built things and he would listen to your work gossip and problems when you needed it.
How do you help each other when the other is dealing with stress?
If neither of you want to talk about it it’s cuddles, movies, take out dinner, and ice cream. Otherwise you would give massages and listen to the problems or whatever either of you have to say.
Who is the early bird?
You are. Peter tries to be but living the double life really tires him out.
Who makes breakfast?
You do because you wake up earlier than him. He feels bad because he wants to treat you to breakfast in bed one day so he would stay up all night and make it super early so when you wake up around 7, it would already be made. After breakfast you would order him to get sleep because it was stupid (yet sweet) of him to pull an all nighter just to be able to make you breakfast.
What do you talk about late at night?
Problems, things that are bothering either of you, dreams, hopes, fears, and goals.
What do you talk about when you stay in bed all day?
You play rock paper scissors to see who will get up to get food. Either that or your take turns (Peter would get breakfast, you would get lunch, he would get dinner or vise versa).
Who proposed to who?
How was the proposal planned?
Where was it? How did it happen?
Peter proposed. He asked all your friends and some family to see what you wanted as a little girl or what you dreamed it would be. He put weeks upon weeks into planning it, wanting it to be perfect and even bought a beautiful ring with the help of your mom. It was in Disney.
Peter took you on a car ride that ended up being a road trip to your favorite place in the planet. When you were told, you almost started crying, you asked him to pull over for a little and he grew a little worried but all you did was wanted to kiss him. When you arrived it was empty and for a second you thought it was closed.
“I had the park closed for us.” Peter said, grabbing your hand and leading you inside. You were greeted with characters, friends and family and it was like the surprises never stopped. You saw your best friend that you haven’t seen for months and hugged her. The entire day was spent on rides and meeting characters. When the night came you grabbed Peter’s hand and ran from the ride you just got off. He was laughing and held his Mickey Mouse ears (that matched your Minnie Mouse ears) and told you to slow down.
“Hurry up Peter! The firework show is going to start!” He ran beside you as you both stood by the side of the lake, watching the night sky. Mesmerized by the show, Peter made sure you didn’t see him walk behind you and drop down on one knee. You stared at the show and was surprised to see words forming from the fireworks (you didn’t know this was possible).
“It’s forming words!” You said excitedly, talking to Peter who you assumed was next to you. You were distracted by the words reading, “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” You were awestruck. You felt tears forming in your eyes, you looked over, but Peter wasn’t there. You turned around and saw him on one knee, you gasped.
“Y/N, I love you. Ever since I laid my eyes on you I knew that you were the girl of my dreams. You’re understanding, considerate, sweet, beautiful, perfect..the list goes on. You are all the things that it takes to be a princess. You are the definition or perfect. You made my life seem like a fairy tale and in every fairy tale a prince needs their princess. I know I’m not much, I’m more like a humble servant and all I want to do is fulfill your needs. You make me feel like a prince. Will you please be the Cinderella to my Prince Charming?” Peter bit his lip, a ring in one hand and a princess tiara in the other. You were crying too much to say anything so you just nodded your head frantically. Peter let out a sigh of relief and slipped the ring on your finger, and picked you up and spun you. You giggled and kissed him as he did. He pulled back to put the tiara on you and wiped some tears off your face. He kissed you one last time before your heard sniffled around you. You pulled away and saw family and friends with their cameras out, all crying happily.
“Now we get to live happily ever after.” You looked at Peter smiling. You kissed him once again, too happy to do anything else.
why do aphobes always take old ‘no frick frack’ 'cake is better than sex’ etc. things to go “LMAO LOOK HOW CRINGY ACES ARE!!! THIS IS SO STUPID LOL”
like A: those are ANCIENT and literally no one makes/says things like that anymore. you wouldn’t take an old meme that’s aged terribly and then mock everyone who ever liked it at all
and B: even if people still do that, it’s completely harmless. it may be 'bad’ but it hurts absolutely no one, likewise using it as evidence that we’re all Totally Lame is pretty much like making fun of kids’ old art on dA (but it’s no surprise most aphobes participate in cringe culture anyway)
Sketching and trying to play around with foreshortening, but it didn’t go so well (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ I’m still struggling to draw hands and fingers properly! Those tiny little limbs bastards, I’ll get you one day!
But hey, here’s Cullen giving hug to help you to get through the day! Cause I need one…too? I guess?
I shall title this “Wearing your giant animal of a boyfriend’s shirt and a shitty forever 21 cap is usually lame, however if you’re a beautiful androgynous young man you can do whatever the fuck you want”
hello! I've just stumbled upon all your wonderful and amazing work/art/animation you've guys have created so far. BUT! I need to know when skeletonblood is coming out or an update on how far you guys are now! p.s. draw and post more kookaburra
( I don’t like tldr, I think its fucking lame. So do read or don’t read that shits up to you guys. But it would be very kind if you did. )
This is a really big question actually, and we have had it posed like several times in forms of asks, and just like things we stumble upon on the net. Yeah “Skeletonblood” is still happening. SB ( as it’s abbreviated ) is an iteration of a film concept of the same name, and was what Douzlia was built on. Back then when it was just me ( Alex ) I reworked the scripts and designs of the for film ver. into a game to make showcasing Doulzia’s visual approach and narrative sensibility to an audience in an actualized form conveyable and, relatively more manageable for myself to handle.
Transitioning into working with Doulzia’s first core staff member Suzuka, I reworked the Idea a second time to make drawing imagery and also working with themes and concepts synergetic between us ( actually ending up with something much closer to SB film ver ).
Along the way many people entered the fold ( whether they are in the staff page or not ) we have made so many friends. Douzlia became a huge global network of really intelligent yungs. I could never thank those people enough for all the love and support they give us through this. I’m enormously thankful always.
Since then a lot of unpredictable things have happened that changed my projection for our future. It looks likely we will be able to follow our goal with a much more straight path to animation then what I initially could see, which we are all very fortunate for and also excited about. Of course still following it in our quasi amorphous Doulzia way.
Still the skeleton of 2 games both SB and another sibling game “Tadaima” are in our back pocket, and both will likely manifest in the future ( in some form ).
uhm haha this is weird to explain here, please keep reading I’m almost done…
For now what those game projects boil down to is a place for us to pull from as development material that will spill into all Skeletonblood related animation ( Like Open Mike and Paul White’s “Dang is Invincible” ) and eventually into its own animated film. Beyond that the characters and ideas inside SB are important to us, and so for a while they will be majorly involved in representing 90% of our presence as a studio.
oh and Kookaburra bit is mega noted, here is a potential redesign draw Suzuka did during “Dang is Invincible” production that I told myself I would only release in our first book, but will put out here cause you were damn sweet.
Considering their Big sister-little brother relationship in YJ, why not a big brother-little sister kind of thing in TT? Hell, I did have this headcanon where Miss Martian crash lands on earth in TT, meets the Titans, and eventually became close with BB like an older sibling(same with Star as a “big sister”)
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More post are coming because we still love Spidey, Deadpool and Daredevil