there's a hole in the earth
Lordy I'm tired. Second semester starts Tuesday; I will be taking six courses at once. Also my piano teacher and I had this brilliant idea to push me through three grades and a theory test in a year and a half.
uh. I'll be over here. On the floor.
evidence of how braindead I am: I tried to use my tablet pen on my touchpad and was worried when it didn't work. my mother also recently found the tube of toothpaste in my closet.
Movies I have seen lately: Sherlock Holmes, Avatar, Legion. (I missed the terrible glory that was Ninja Assassin. Woe. And somehow I never saw The Princess And The Frog. Woooe.) DISCUSS. Also there is a new Nightside book out, and it is pink, which is appropriate considering Ms. Fate is apparently John's latest sidekick.
Recently I spent $73 on action figures. No further comment is necessary.
Um, onto the mini-artdump, and a ficlet.
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I don't honestly remember if I've posted this here before or not. IF SO I APOLOGIZE. If not-- this is Mandrake, and he is a mediocre magician by day and an art thief by night in Gotham City. He is young, he is angry, he is abusive of himself and others. Go roleplay with him, seriously-- he's at sixwordstories and charloft. He is lonely.
As of a week ago, I own a pink iPod Nano named Mandrake, too.
HERE HAVE A FIREFLY FOR X-MAS by ~underdebate on deviantART
The holiday piece I did-- predictably about two days later I didn't like it anymore, and am only posting it here for completeness' sake. durrh. Anyway, TB-Firefly, aka Garfield Lynns. In my and lillithss' collective brainchild universe, he has below-average body temperature due to a medical treatment done on him after the Phosphorous incident (to, you know, give him his skin back), so basically wandering around in the snow without a shirt on is no big deal. Whether he knows he looks like Mr. Tumnus or not is anyone's guess.
- life like falling by ~underdebate on deviantART
Simon! I originally mentioned him in a drabble here-- technically he is not Batverse material (I am affectionately referring to his world as the 'Spectreverse' in my head), but he does exist in the collective brainchild universe, so he can stay. He's an assassin according to the job title, but off the job he's about the shyest, sweetest, most earnest person you could ever meet. He also works for/with one Carson Mannings, and they periodically fell in love with each other and angsted about it until eventually deciding to get together, so as to make the process less stressful.
(This was, of course, after they were both married to other women-- Cecelia Hunt the lovely lady of Simon's, Delilah Baxter, Carson's-- however their wives thought a) Carson and Simon were kind of hot, and b) 'hey, you're not so bad yourself', so everything's good.)
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I really like this one. This is Billy, possibly one of my favourite grey-zone good guys in GI Joe. He's conflicted, he's messed up, and life's never been particularly easy for him-- he's also got a kickass eyepatch, he trained with Storm Shadow when he was younger, and Beach Head thinks he's neat. Point = proven.
For the record, his gun is a Glock 17 and his boots are steel-toed ranger boots, because he's classy like that. Also, there's a version of him in a dress that I drew for a friend-- I asked for clothing ideas, she suggested that, and honestly who am I to say no to drawing boys in dresses.
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The latest offering-- Firefly, who has refused to post properly three times now. (The irony of this is that in the comics, it's impossible to take a picture of his face without it coming out blurry. He's just that sneaky.) Was originally supposed to be Agent Helix, scrapped that after I decided I didn't feel like drawing her hair; tried Anti-Venom, realized he's too gooey. So you get Firefly, who is easy to draw and enjoys glaring into your soul.
from a few days ago, discussing the next movie--
Me: "I feel bad to say I would totally trade Storm Shadow for Firefly."
bernie_laraemie: "Is it me, or does he seem like a pyromaniac Storm Shadow?"
Me: "lol, a little. Except more of a jerk, I think? He's Storm Shadow with a pyro streak, but where Storm Shadow is all serious and menacing, Firefly would rather blow up your balls."
FICLET TIME. Storm Shadow/Billy, minor cursing, I guess an implied open relationship, if that needs to be warned for? Set as a slight AU to Master & Apprentice Volume II-- or if you haven't read that, basically they're living together and Storm Shadow is training a (female!) apprentice who he somehow ends up sleeping with. idek. Just assume Billy and Storm Shadow have been doing it longer.
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“What is it with you and fucking your apprentices?”
Billy’s smirk is just a little too knowing as he moves across the bed and straddles Thomas’ hips in one smooth, fluid motion-- graceless is one thing he is not, except maybe with a bit too much sake in his system. He continues as he tugs off his shirt. “Not that I have any problem with it. I’m just curious. Is it a tradition you failed to mention?”
The shirt is discarded somewhere on the floor-- something to be tripped over tomorrow afternoon, which is inevitably the earliest they’ll be waking up. Or at least, the earliest Billy will be waking up; sleeping in isn’t something Thomas has entirely mastered yet. His hands go instinctively to Billy’s sides, gently tracing over sharp hipbones with his thumbs. There are scars there, too--he can name by heart all the ones he himself has inflicted, the location of every single cut and bruise. His lips are captured in a slow, unhurried kiss.
“I think I’m just fortunate,” he mumbles with a grin against Billy’s lips. He recieves a short, sharp laugh in response.
“And other people’s apprentices?” A teasing, biting note there. The weight on his hips shifts; there are hands on his wrists all of a sudden, pressing them down above his head. Billy crows, laughing a bit. “She’s pretty,” he admits eventually, grinning. He tilts his head down once again, licks a stripe down the hollow of his throat, sucks gently at his collarbone.
For all he’s worth, Thomas doesn’t feel the need to make him move his hands. The idea of Billy pinning him is-- ineffectual, to say the least, but somehow attractive enough that he’ll let it happen. “She’s worse than you are, you know,” he comments.
The lips move away from his neck momentarily. “How so?”
“She’s terribly convincing.”
“Does she mind?”
“This?”
“No, the fact that you can’t operate a dishwasher. Yes, this.”
The hands on his wrists loosen, and he carefully slips an arm away, moving to stroke Billy’s hair. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, let’s rephrase, Tommy. Does she know?” He seems mildly irked at the movement, but calms when Thomas drags his fingers across his scalp, tilting his head back.
“Yes, she knows. We’ve never talked about it, but she knows.” Both hands come away from his wrists, then, and Billy shifts his position, crossing his arms over Thomas’ chest and resting his chin on them. He inhales and exhales slowly, and Thomas can feel it against his stomach. Hazel eyes narrow slightly.
“I think you should. Talk, I mean.”
Thomas lets himself consider it thoroughly for a moment, frowning; delicate situations, delicate answers. After a pause, he concludes, “We’ll talk.”
“She might not want to stick around,” Billy notes. He tilts his head against his elbow, raises both eyebrows.
Thomas tilts his chin up and gently kisses his forehead. It’s a quiet apology, but also a reassurance. “I know. But.. I hope she does, in all honesty.”
The edge of Billy’s mouth quirks up into a crooked sort of half-smile. He says quietly, admittingly, “I know. I hope she does, too.” He sits up then, carefully, presses another open-mouthed kiss to Thomas’ lips-- they lick gently into each other’s mouths, and Billy lets his tongue be stroked. When they break apart, Billy rests his forehead against Thomas’, lazy and comfortable, eyes closed. “It’ll be fine. You going to keep winning us money on the island?”
“I don’t think our trick will work twice.”
“You never know.” A moment of silence, then-- comfortable. “Do you want me to leave for a day or two?”
“Mmh-- no, it’s fine. She’s.. I think she’ll understand. If you want to buy more sake, though--”
Billy chuckles, presses his nose affectionately against Thomas’ cheek. “I hope you’re right. Sake it is.”
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And now? Now I am going to bed. G'night.