#kesomon

[pyroflyer23]

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I know this about eight years late but I got the urge to make this playlist. I was never able to go to the shows but there are still feels. I did my best to recreate the playlist but it's not perfect. You can thank @kesomon for this playlist and the cover art. I just put it together on another platform.

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sandiaconbichos replied to your text post: Many thanks!!! i knew it have to be one of the hawk and dove issues, but i have not the comics in this pc to corroborate it..., thanks again, dear!! <3

No problem, glad to help :D  I've heard from someone that Roscoe was intended to be an ongoing antagonist in the Hawk and Dove book, but it was cancelled and they had to wrap things up abruptly.  I haven't heard independent confirmation of it, but I trust the source and certainly the Kesels had to hurriedly resurrect him and then defeat him in the next issue (after many issues of slow build-up) so it seems likely.

Also, I wanted to thank @phynali for a lovely comment a few weeks ago and apologize for not replying sooner; I didn't realize until today that the <3 you sent (that's how it's rendered on my computer) was meant to be a heart, and wasn't sure what your comment meant.  So thank you for your <3, which is very much appreciated :)

kesomon replied to your photo post: I find it amusing that in the same panel McCulloch calls him Flasher he also uses a spell that is basically pronounced 'lick me.'

He’s not a subtle man ;>

yanpolosik replied to your photo post: @gorogues Oh, thank you!  Love to draw this way

And you do so very beautifully :D

[coldtomyflash]

Personally, I'm headcanoning that Time Drift can happen in reverse - if you're stuck in one period, you start to blend into the timestream, like Ray/Kendra/Sara in the 50's. But if you're timeless for too long, you start to lose your sense of self. It might explain the Time Masters being an unnaturally amoral group, in a way, and also might explain stuff like why Jerk-but-for-Reasons S1!Martin was Jerk-for-no-reasons S2!Martin. They're disconnected from their own reality and its eroding them.

I’ve been waiting to answer this ask until I had something more cogent to say than just like *pterodactyl screeching* but it’s not coming to me lol.

I love this headcanon. I’m 100% sure the Legends writers aren’t aiming for that, but it fits and it’s beautiful (and tragic, so tragic?). You can see it for all of them. Like, acknowledging that all of these changes can come from other places, I love to just imagine how Time Drift could’ve catalyzed or exacerbated all of these things:

How Sara’s characterization has changed from Arrow to S1 to now. Being captain but also being across time so much, taking pieces of the different eras with her, changing her worldview as time flows around her. She’s a nurse, she’s a witch, she’s Sir Lancelot. She doesn’t think about if she’s leaving pieces of herself behind with each new one she picks up in a new time. She knows she’s different, but can’t quite remember in what way, anymore. 

Rip for sure, but he’s known in the longest, felt it the longest, and understands it the deepest. And how having a team changed that for him, how having a family is probably what kept him tethered in time in the first place, more than the average Time Master. Losing himself in memories when he enters the temporal zone, lost whenever he’s not with other people.

Martin becoming more of a jerk, talking (thinking?) less and less about Clarissa, less about being a hero on an adventure. Distancing himself from Jax and performing brain surgery on Rory before turning around and being an ass to them both not long after, sort of forgetting all that. What happens in one time seems to stay in that time, for him. 

Jax becoming harder. Less focused on what it means to be part of a team, seeming happier when they’re on a mission and he’s on the ground, re-anchored in a time period. He shines when he’s on mission, feels alive no matter what time they’re in. The in-between days are spent focusing on the ship, learning all of the Waverider’s idiosyncracies and nooks and crannies. He loses himself for hours and hours, the passage of time and the sense of isolation not really mattering.

Ray never having full left the 50′s behind, still nostalgic for that life and holding part of it dear. Clinging to the Atom suit more than ever because he’s trying to suppress what it was like to have a life without it for a while, what it was like to be happily engaged and in love without all this. Welcoming the Time Drift on the ship and forgetting about it all, drifting away from the memories until he sees Nate and Amaya, until he’s back with Gertie (Gertrude? T-rex anyway) and remembers what it means to feel tethered and holding on to that.

Mick emotionally drifting away, drinking on the ship, eating on the ground in a time period. He’s resisting the sensation, like tendrils at the back of his mind, of what it felt like to be Kronos, never tethered in time at all, always afloat. He hates the feeling, and tries to drown it along with the rest of his sorrows. It takes connecting to the team, helping them, to remind him you can be tethered to a person, to people, and not to a time.

Leonard becoming untethered from his own past the longer he spent on the Waverider. More enmeshed in his goals, and then in the mission. In changing. Time Drift felt like flux to him, an impetus, a catalyst. Things felt different and he blamed it on not being in Central, not having the mafia and the cops chasing after him and breathing down his neck. But if he trusted himself to dig deeper, he’d have felt the fuzzy edges surrounding that sensation, the pull of the temporal zone putting distance between himself now and himself then. Time doesn’t flow at the Vanishing Point, and his past was so far away when he stepped up to the Oculus to die. Time didn’t feel real, and he cut the strings tethering him to it.

And the newcomers now, Nate and Amaya. Who had lives and families and teams before leaving. Who feel like those people are so distant, somehow, and think of them less and less, even though it’s been just a few months. How the present starts to feel like the only thing that matters: the mission. Amaya knows the feeling from the JSA but it’s different here, now. And Nate’s never known it at all. The jolt of excitement at being on the ground in a new time, the feeling that he’s more alive, somehow. He can’t place his finger on it. Neither of them can. Not yet. But Amaya feels like she can’t go back, not know. Her past life is just so... distant. Like it’s less real, somehow. It calls to her, sometimes, shows up unexpectedly in the form of an old teammate in a surprising era. But there is a wrongness to it, now. 

It’s hard to go back for any of them. The Hawks were different. They had lived 207 lives, with memories from each. Carter from the future even more so, but he retained no memories of the lives not lived with his beloved. They have always existed across time, and always felt the memory and sway of those past years, of different selves. Time Drift barely touched them, flowing over them like a gentle breeze they almost laughed at. Being in a different era was like a trip down memory lane, ultimately frustrating if they stayed too long. It’s why they were keen to stay in 2016, to forget life in the present, in one time. They’ve always preferred the present.

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letzoespoilyou replied to your text post: It seems the most logical idea but now I'm even more intrguied by what this snart is gonna be like!

Hopefully he'll be sticking around after the crossover too; they could get a lot of interesting mileage out of it, and presumably that's why he'll be different.  But I guess a lot of it depends on Wentworth's schedule and interest in the role.

awaycatwogua replied to your photo post: Thx for always support me!

It's always well-deserved :)

littleratqueen replied to your photo post: MAGENTA

Her return is long overdue!

ladyrixx replied to your photo post: I'm thinking it would be similar to girl!Lister and normal!Lister in Red Dwarf, and they'd make a really weird kid...

I didn't even think that far, but you're probably right and it's a terrifying mental image :>  The kid would look just like Digger, but in even more concentrated form.

kesomon replied to your text post: Taken out of context this panel could be interpreted as Axel saying Mirror Master was the worst kisser ever, I feel I must observe.

Nobody can prove this isn’t true!

phynali replied to your video post: this is amazing!!!

It really is!  So many people in this fandom are so talented.

[kesomon]

Three weeks of sporadic poking at this and it’s finally done. A banner for a website that nobody ever visits and which I can’t find the brainpower to properly update. :D

[out-there-on-the-maroon]

kesomon replied to your post:Huh

I offer ‘Standing Outside The Fire’ by Garth Brooks.

Thank you! I might put that on the list if it fits.

[kesomon]

:Walks-alone: - Original Fic Snippet

Had the strange urge to write origi-fic instead of working on other projects so here: a snippet of Starfall which may or may not be canon to the overall tale which will never be written, probably.

:Rock-dancer: sniffed, her wings giving a dismissive shuffle as she turned her nose away. ~You have no authority here, :Kit-who-walks-alone:.~

The jack's ruff bristled, not at the slight, but at the turn of his name, twisting the sense-pattern that defined him into something more crude, demeaning even from a clan head. He stared at her, cold irritation radiating for them all to feel. ~My name is :Leads-ahead:, my Queen.~

~YOU ARE :WALKS-ALONE:,~ she countermanded, snapping about to hiss with fangs bared and wings in mantle. He flinched back, ears angled, as the queen of the river-folk loomed above him. ~For that is what you are, now. Why should we listen to an outcast, who by his own admission was the cause of this madness? I will not see my clan to ruin as yours, coast-diver.~

:Leads-ahead: inhaled slowly, releasing turmoil to broadcast only calm determination. ~*Because* it was my fault...and I would *not see* any other clan to ruin. Please, my Queen; I only ask for a chance to be heard.~

:Rock-dancer: frowned with suspicion down at the huddled jack. Then, up to his allies, the two-footed Landers radiating unshielded concern. Some of their hands rested on items at their belts, clearly sensing the hostilities and unsure of the outcome. She could sense the intent of violence in them, if provoked, curled dark in the corners of their minds.

~Very well,~ she determined, and raised her head, barking a verbal command to her envoy. The kesomon around them relaxed. ~We will hear you, :Walks-alone:.~ He cringed again at the warp of his name. She turned gold eyes back upon him, narrowed in distrust. ~And *then* we will decide if you are worth listening to.~

The male ducked his head, not lifting it until :Rock-dancer: had turned to prowl back towards the river-folk's scoop. Only then did he breath a sigh, relief and sorrow in the mental hum that buzzed through his companion's minds.

"Keso," one of them spoke, the leader of the group, kneeling down beside the coast-diver. "What was that about?"

The kesomon turned, ears flicking foward in concentration to form his broadcast into recognizable Common for the Nebatian Captain. ~We have been granted an audience to tell our tale, Thiresa~ he explained. ~I only hope we can convince them to help us.~

"I got that much, I think," Captain Natal mused. "What I meant was, what did she call you? It was..." she trailed off, lacking the language to describe it. "It was your name, but it...wasn't. Was it?"

Keso's wings tightened to his back as he looked briefly away. ~No. For us, the meaning of a name is far more important then how it is translated. Your common tongue calls me 'Keso'.~

Captain Natal nodded, a puzzled frown. "It means hunter."

~Because your impression of my name gives it that meaning.~ He sent a burst of image-song, */pack-stalk-leading the charge*, feelings of authority and command and community. As the Captain absorbed the empathic broadcast with growing ease, Keso added a burst of subdued self-flagellation. ~It can be felt differently, however, and to change the impression is...~ He trailed off, shook his head, as he shifted the broadcast; the sense of leadership became loneliness, empty and hungry and without clan, as the leader of a hunt could not see those following behind.

The Captain gasped quietly at the sensation, jolting back, and Keso reined his broadcast in immediately, wrapping the emotions in a shroud of mental shielding. ~Apologies, Captain.~

"No, it's...I wasn't expecting it, is all," The Nebatian reassured, shaking her head, and frowned in the direction of the river-folk's Queen. "And she...called you that? Geez. Rude for a supposed benevolent monarch."

Keso sent a quiet brush of wry acceptance, wrapped in sorrow, and shrugged, the motion unsettling his feathers. ~It was accurate,~ he demurred. ~I am :Walks-alone:, no matter how much I wish to deny it.~

The Captain stared at him a moment, and then snorted. "That's a load of hock, kid. Maybe you're clanless, but you ain't alone." To Keso's shock, she reached out, scritching glove-tipped fingers deep into his ruff, until the kesomon's stiff posture melted and leaned into the touch with an almost desperate tactile craving.

"I told you we'd stick this out with you to the end," Thiresa promised quietly, smoothing her palm over Keso's ears. "And if these folk don't want you when it's all done, you can tag along with us. The L.C. has plenty of room aboard."

Keso closed his eyes, unable to tamp down the well of gratitude that pulsed through their contact. His whiskers trembled as he purred, low and soft. ~Thank you, Captain.~

Captain Natal smiled, giving him one last stroke from crown to shoulder, and stood, brushing leaf-litter from her trousers. "Right, then, troups. Lets convince a bunch of featherfluffs to help save the world."

Easier said than done, really.

[nillions]

also there were shenanigans

and if you are surprised then i am surprised about that

Abraxas: napoldeinlove (me) Anon: crystalshard Photographers: expositionfairy and kesomon