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Hi everyone, I am doing a survey on the personal views, ethics, and morality of members of the PJO fandom for a class I am taking this semester on fandoms. Warning, this survey is looking at the views and beliefs of members of the community and is not related to the books whatsoever. If you have the opportunity please take the survey, it is completely anonymous and will not be tied back to you in any way.
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I’ve thought of a magic little phrase that has been doing wonders for my mental health and I want to share!! It’s “that feeling is okay, but that reaction is inappropriate.” Whether I’m being pulled into a panic attack, feeling the need to snap and get angry, or wanting to change my name and flee the country because I feel horrible about who I am as a person, my temptation is always to see a bad reaction and say “oh my god this is so stupid. You shouldn’t feel this way. You’re so stupid.” And then I’ve denied myself an emotion and left a need unmet, which makes me feel worse in the long run.
By saying to myself that my feeling is okay, I’m allowing myself my space to say “there are people who have earned my anger, there are things that deserve my sadness, and sometimes I feel horrible about all of it. That feeling might be an appropriate response to the stimulus, but the reaction I’m having to the feeling is not.” It gives me the opportunity to say “what is a more appropriate way to deal with this feeling?” So I feel nurtured and like my feelings matter without justifying the fact that I definitely react in non-productive and sometimes unkind ways to them. Maybe this is old news to everyone else but it’s new to me 😂
There’s not much said on Miranda appearance wise in the books, other than that she has green eyes, so I got to really take some artistic license with her. She gives me kind of boho, flowy vibes, hence her outfit, and her nails are green to match her plant powers.
Recently I’ve gotten back into Kane Chronicles and I honestly forgot how much I love this series. So obviously I had to draw the queen of sass and sarcasm Sadie Kane. Honestly, everyone needs to read these books (or honestly the audiobooks are top notch so listen to them too) because this series is wayyy too underrated.
Just got really into carmen sandiego again so I drew a little scene from They Definitely Have A Group Chat by So_u_like_pkmn over on ao3! Carmen and the kitties are so cute and this was honestly really fun to draw.
That point in a piece of fanfiction where you can tell something embarrassing is about to happen so you start fucking around on tumblr because you’re a huge baby with a crippling overabudance of empathy.
I wrote this a while ago but was waiting for the Shield Substation Zero update so I could get the location descriptions right. Also, I really love the new update, the temporal anomalies are really cool visually and I love the new social space, its so pretty. And the new features and fixes are great, honestly loving it right now :)
Read on ao3 here
“Oh my GOSH look! SHIELD has a kitty cat!” Kamala squealed, eyes brightening, practically vibrating with excitement as she pointed through the sliding glass doors.
Bruce glanced up from his tablet as the doors glided open, eyes following her finger, finally spotting the orange cat perched on a small pillar in the middle of the room, next to some machines tracking the temporal anomalies. “Uhh Kamala, you might want to be careful…” He warned, trailing off as she sprinted to the feline.
Bruce watched as Kamala bounded up to the cat and held her hand out for it to sniff, stretching her arm slightly in the process. The cat sniffed it delicately before hopping down onto the desk and sprawled out on top of the keyboard that the agent working there was trying to type on. Kamala squealed and scratched the cats’ belly. The agent shook her head good naturedly and got up. Bruce gave her an apologetic smile as she passed him before turning back to Kamala.
Kamala continued to gently pet the cat as Bruce walked past the pair, sitting down in a rolling chair next to a table of computer monitors. She made a disappointed noise, followed by the click of feline feet hitting the concrete floor.
Bruce glanced up again. Kamala was staring at the cat, now standing on the floor, with a disappointed look on her face. Then cat hunched its back and began to cough. “Aww, do you have a hairball?” Kamala asked, tilting her head.
Without warning tentacles sprung from the cats’ mouth, dropping a small communicator on the ground, before retreating back into its throat. Kamala yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, tripping over her feet and landing on her butt, continuing to scoot away until her back collided with the desk on the opposite side of the walkway.
“What the heck is that?” Kamala demanded, glancing between Bruce and the cat, which was now licking its paws innocently, the slimy communicator sitting forgotten beside it.
Bruce sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, setting his tablet down on the table beside him. He opened his mouth to explain but the doors slid open once again, Tony strolling in carrying a box of full of tech. “That is a cat.” He answered, glancing at Kamala as he walked over to Bruce.
“That is clearly an octopus in a cat costume.” Kamala argued, eying the creature warily.
“No, it’s not, it’s a cat.” Tony repeated, turning to Bruce with a sarcastic smile. “Also, thanks for the heavy lifting back there big guy, real big help.”
“Tony the wrenches in the tech lab weigh more than that box.” Bruce deadpanned, swiveling his chair around and moving some of the monitors to clear a space for the box.
Kamala gave Tony an incredulous look. “That has tentacles coming out of its mouth?”
Tony shrugged, placing the box in the newly cleared spot, and began to rifle through it. “It’s a rare breed.”
Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up, crossing over to the fluffy creature. “He’s not a cat.” He explained, nudging the wet communicator out of the way. He sat down on the ground beside the cat and it immediately climbed into his lap, purring. Bruce chuckled and stroked its head. He glanced up at Kamala who was staring at him like he was insane, which, to be fair, he probably was. “Kamala meet Goose the flerken.”
Kamala still looked skeptical but scooted until she was sitting next to him. Goose purred loudly, gently swatting at Bruce’s hand when he stopped petting for a moment. Kamala giggled and tentatively reached out a hand. Goose shifted so he was propping himself up on Bruce’s knee and nuzzled Kamala’s hand.
She grinned widely and began scratching behind his ears, the purrs continuing to get louder. Bruce smiled slightly when Goose climbed out of his lap and into Kamala’s, rubbing his body against her lovingly.
“Ahh, I see you’ve met Goose.” A familiar voice rang out from across the room. Bruce glanced up and standing on the landing beside the war table was Maria Hill.
“Yep.” Tony said, taking a seat in Bruce’s chair and fiddling with a piece of tech from the box. “So, with Fury MIA are you taking care of him?”
“I am.” Hill confirmed, walking down the stairs towards the group. She looked over to Goose, who had climbed up onto Kamala’s shoulder, nuzzling against her face and purring up a storm. “I think he likes you Kamala. You must remind him of his original owner- by name at least.”
Kamala’s expression turned confused as she stared questioningly at the cat on her shoulder, then at Bruce.
Bruce smiled at her. “Goose used to belong to Carol before she left him with Fury.” He explained, reaching over and scratching the cat’s head affectionately.
“Wait, Carol as in Captain Marvel?” Kamala asked, her jaw dropping.
Bruce nodded and Kamala’s eyes widened, reaching her hand out to stroke Goose’s back. “Can I hold onto him while we’re on base?” She asked excitedly, turning to Maria, and breaking into a huge smile.
Maria shrugged. “You’re welcome to try, he’s a bit of a free spirit. But he does seem to like you.”
That was all the permission Kamala needed. “Come on Goose! Let’s go explore!” She exclaimed, jumping up while holding the cat to ensure he didn’t fall from his perch. Goose whined slightly before sitting up straight and swinging his tail over Kamala’s shoulder, apparently at attention. They turned and walked off to the other sliding glass door at the gar right side of the room. “Ooo do you know where the vending machines are?”
Bruce huffed a laugh and shook his head slightly, getting up from the ground and retrieving his tablet from the table beside Tony.
“Kamala’s really something, isn’t she?” Maria asked, smiling slightly as she stared off after the pair.
Bruce smiled in return. “She really is.”
“She even laughs at my jokes.” Tony added, leaning back in the chair, tech discarded on the table beside him, and propped his hands behind his head. “So, why’d you call us here Commander?”
“Right, there’s someone who needs to talk to you.” Maria said, turning back to the staircase and walking away, motioning for them to follow her. “I believe you’ve met Kate Bishop?”
Guys, I love Bruce and Kamala with all my heart, they're my absolute favorite characters like ever.
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“Ahh, a surprisingly quiet moment, when will it be ruined?” Bruce murmured quietly to himself, pushing his glasses back up his nose and looking down at the results from his last blood test.
“Bruce!” Kamala shouted excitedly as the science lab doors slid open and she bounded inside.
“There it is.” Bruce said, leaning back in his chair, lips twitching up into a half smile. “Hey Kamala, what’s- Why are you covered in glitter?”
“No reason!” Kamala squeaked, stopping in front of him. She scratched her arm absentmindedly, sending pink glitter flying everywhere.
Bruce crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head at her. Kamala squirmed for a moment under his gaze before smiling sheepishly. “I totally didn’t cover one of Tony’s suits with glitter.”
Bruce snorted. “This is about your prank war, isn’t it?” He asked, amused.
“This is definitely about the prank war.” Kamala confirmed gleefully, grinning widely.
Bruce shook his head slightly but couldn’t help smiling. “And how did you come up with this idea?”
Kamala hopped up onto the lab table he was working at, swinging her legs. “Ok, so I was talking to Nat and we were brainstorming ideas in her room- also, did you know she actually put my name on the beanbag in her room? Like that’s the coolest thing ever! She said that she would, but I totally thought she was joking- “
“Kamala.” Bruce interrupted, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Right, the glitter.” Kamala said, shaking her head and getting back on track. “Nat said that Tony hates stuff getting on his suits which made me remember when a bird pooped on him during a mission.”
“He complained about that for days. Something about how he could never fully get it off.” Bruce remembered.
Kamala’s face lit up and she pointed at him. “Exactly! Which got me thinking of other things that never fully go away, hence the glitter!”
Bruce nodded thoughtfully. “It is the STD of art supplies.”
Kamala opened her mouth to respond before a loud yelp of surprise followed by a strangled yell of ‘Kamala!’ startled them both. Bruce didn’t even need two guesses to figure out who it was, between the fact it came from the tech lab and how pale Kamala had gotten.
“You probably have about 30 seconds to hide before he comes storming in here.” Bruce warned her, eying the trail of glitter she’d left behind.
Kamala’s eyes lit up and she jumped off the table, looking around wildly for a hiding spot. Bruce glanced around as well, a bit more calmly. Under the stairs next to the support was a large piece of equipment, with enough space in between them to fit a person. He pointed at it and Kamala sprinted to it, slipping herself in the spot. She wasn’t completely out of sight but hidden enough that unless someone knew where to look, they weren’t going to see her.
As soon as Kamala’s foot disappeared behind the machine the science lab doors slid open, admitting a disgruntled looking Tony, wearing his suit without the helmet.
It took all of Bruce’s self-control to restrain himself from bursting out laughing at the sight in front of him. He had thought that the amount of glitter on Kamala was bad, but Tony’s suit had even more. It was completely coated in pink sparkles, to the point where you couldn’t see the different between the red of the suit and the gold accents. Everything was just pink.
And it didn’t stop there. Tony himself looked a bit like one of those trolls people used to keep on their dashboards. His hair was bright pink from all the glitter, with a thin layer covering his face as well.
“New look Tony?” Bruce teased, unable to help himself, a smile forming on his lips.
“Banner where is the kid.” Tony spat out, shooting an annoyed look his way. His eyes narrowed at the trail of glitter Kamala herself had left behind.
“She ran in here a minute ago saying something about Natasha and more glitter.” Bruce lied easily. The lie made sense, especially since Nat had given Kamala the idea for the glitter, albeit indirectly.
Tony’s eyes lit up and he dashed past him and out the other door, leaving a large trail of glitter in his wake. Kamala poked her head out of her hiding spot and climbed out, bounding over to him and engulfing him in a hug.
“You are the best!” Kamala said, squealing slightly. Bruce laughed and patted her back. Kamala released him and jumped up and down, shaking her fists in excitement, not even noticing that they doubled in size as she shook. “I am officially making you part of team Kamala!”
Bruce grinned. “And who else is on team Kamala?”
“Me, Thor, Nat, and now you!” Kamala responded, counting on her fingers.
“Not Steve?”
Kamala smiled sheepishly. “I uh, never asked. I didn’t know if he would, you know, approve of a prank war. And I did not want to be on the receiving end of his disappointed look again.” She shivered. “Plus, I think he would be on team Tony.”
Bruce tilted his head in confusion. “Why would you think that?”
Kamala grinned. “Oh, reasons.”
Bruce pondered that for a moment then shook his head. Standing up and stretching he turned back to Kamala. “Tony’s going to need some time to cool off and plot his revenge.” He said, walking towards the door Tony has left through minutes prior.
Kamala followed at his heels. “So where are we going?”
“How do you feel about taking a quinjet and finding a bakery? Some cookies for a job well done?” Bruce asked, glancing down at her, lips twitching up into a smile
“I love cookies!” Kamala shouted, pumping a fist into the air. “Ooo can we get ice cream too?”
30 minutes later-
The door to Steve's room opened and Tony stormed in, walking loudly. "Steve have you seen Kamala?" He asked, sounding annoyed.
"Uhh she went with Bruce out on a quinjet. Something about a reward for a job well done?" Steve said, not looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.
"They what?" Tony exclaimed before rushing out of the room.
Steve looked up, confused. "Tony what's- where did all this glitter come from?"
Alright, so the new Marvel’s Avenger’s game has a few problems with gameplay and the story had it’s issues and ya-da-ya-da-ya-da. But I ain’t here to talk about that.
I’m here to talk about how I started to refer to the Avengers as I was playing through the campaign.
I loved watching Ms. Marvel interacting with the Avengers. It was one of my favorite things to watch in the game. And not even ten minutes into Kamala and Bruce’s interactions, I started calling him “Dad” because it just fit. The nick name turned into Uncle Bruce, since Kamala’s dad is still alive but my sister’s still insist that he’s “Dad”, which is great.
And then Tony came along. And immediately I started calling him Uncle Tony. It was great. And you spend A LOT of time with both Uncle Tony and Uncle Bruce as Kamala, and it was great because Kamala had her uncles just chilling with her and I loved it.
Natasha didn’t have quite the same vibes with Kamala and I went back and forth between calling her Aunt or Cousin. Still haven’t decided which I like more, but definitely leaning towards Aunt Nat. But she’s like the grumpy aunt who pretends not to care but actually does.
Thor immediately became Kamala’s Uncle who will let her do pretty much anything without thinking too much about the consequences. But he also doesn’t want her hurt so he’s cool.
GUYS. CAPTAIN DAD. STEVE IS CAPTAIN DAD. HE READ FIVE PARENTING BOOKS FOR THIS CHILD AND WANT’S THE TEAM TO HAVE “EVENING SUPPER TOGETHER” EVERY NIGHT SO THE KID HAS “STABILITY”. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
“And I!” Darkwing exclaimed as he did a flying kick at Megavolt, knocking him into the snow. Darkwing triumphantly put a foot on Megavolt’s back, pinning him into place. “Am every version of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ played on infinite loop! I am… Darkwing Duck!”
Drew a scene from one of my favorite ducktales fanfiction series! This scene in particular is from Tis the Season to Get Dangerous! by Ninja_Librarian over on ao3. Have a read here!
Peter Parker’s Field Trip Bingo by Frogluv123 on Ao3 ~ 1/1 ~ 65 words ~ General Audiences ~ Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings ~ No ship
Bingo for all of the ‘Peter Parker Field Trip’ fics, because I’ve noticed a lot of similarities.
- As you can probably tell by the 65 words, this isn’t actually a fic lmao, it’s actually a meme but it’s great if you’ve read a bunch of the hella cringey field trip fics, if you can’t bothered to open the link here it is below lmao - Ella <3
Story time: I started a book about 23 hours ago and just finished it. Also in that time I slept for 10 hours, spent time with family, was at work, etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the book (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda). But it felt like it flew by, so after I finished I looked up the word count because what are pages? Pages are meaningless. I only function in word counts anymore.
The estimate I found was 58,580. My immediate reaction was “oh, that’s why. That’s nothing!” But what a shitty response. Because no. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole. Damn. Book. An entire novel! And Fic authors regularly bust out 30k, 50k, 100k, 150k words. AND THEY DO IT FOR FREE. WHILE WORKING AND LIVING THEIR LIVES.
So anyway, thank your favorite fic author today because they deserve it. Because they’re amazing. They’re the MVPs.
This is awesome. With that said, huge appreciation also to fic writers who write shorter fics - 10k, 5k, 1k, 500 words. Because yeah, huge long fics get a lot of love, and a lot of labour goes into them, but the same is true for tiny fics as well. Not everyone is banging out huge great novels, but little ficlets are fantastic and still bring readers a ton of joy.
So if you’re feeling a bit downcast because you can’t write that 50 chapter epic or your latest WIP is “only” 2k and it still took you ages - that’s amazing. Seriously. Not everyone is naturally wordy or prolific. And you can say a ton with just a few hundred or thousand words.
Props to short fic creators - you guys are awesome.
The moment I realized that in the average year, I write and post enough fanfic to equal a novel that falls between To Kill A Mockingbird and The Two Towers was a HUGE moment for me. I’ve only posted one thing that passed thirty thousand words ever in my ~career~, but it all adds up.
The fact I’ve written something with only 10k less words than animal farm astounds me. Like how was I able to write a fanfiction that is almost as long as an American classic and makes 10x more sense??? How???
