#notcomiccon

[shelbywrobertson]

Setting up for @hazelparks_ craft show and it's windy af in Phoenix #notcomiccon lol (at The Az Scottish Gathering And Highland Games)

[corgisandwhite-blog]

Fucking Comic Gong - I couldn't go. #comicgong #notcomiccon #con #convention #windowsupdate

[horrendouslygentle-archive]

AU: Not Comic Con | @general-whitolf-of-tenides

"Crap. I'm high."

Fen glanced, with both eyebrows raised, at his can of Double Fudge Yoo-hoo and remained motionless as he poured the rest of his drink onto the grass. Grass. Real grass too--the earthly aroma was enough to convince him. He was standing on long, lush grass in a wide, open area when he was supposed to be in his bedroom, cramped and dark, drinking his Yoo-hoo, bantering with Liu about what to have for dinner later, and changing into his uniform for his shift at a milk tea joint. He had work in five minutes. He was going to be late.

"Imma get fired again," he muttered. The can, now empty save for the few droplets lining its opening and refusing to water the grass, fell from Fen's grasp as the hand traveled to Fen's head, its fingers finding themselves entangled in thick hair. "Crap. How the--where--oy. Liu. Liu? Where you at?"

Grumbling curses from at least three languages, Fen turned, feeling, vaguely, the sensation of being watched. It was a young woman, but it wasn't the white-haired woman who was about to put him in a headlock for ignoring her. It was a young woman wearing what looked to be armor.

"The he--" His brow furrowed. "Hey. Nice whatever-you-have-on. You... uh... going to Comic Con or somethin'?"