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Shagged-gold, at rest the great haunches as if axled, fur sleeked like a butter rug. In the Serengeti sun, the male’s harem
like a solar system, each lady kept exclusive, her seasonal heat for him alone, estrous belly pressed to the ground,
then the male’s riding her musculature— throughout evolution the cat’s barbed penis nicking his breached mate as he dismounts.
See the deliberate walk, cool as a criminal, the multi-jointed forepaws placed consciously even by the usurped king, his eye teeth blacked,
his tail rotted off, tired wag of a bloody stump as he finally falls dying, the crucified face bedded in its wheel of hair, the tawny miscegenated eyes
binocular in breadth. Shark in the long grasses. Shark in the long grass. Smell everywhere, the gazelle with its small-headed splendor gracing the plains
is ambushed, devoured, its horned bone rack souvenired, the murderer’s ripping muzzle crimsoned. In the despot’s sons’ palace of pure gold
the three in the iron cage lazing like statues. When the American unlocks the hinged door our shackled hearts contract. Unhooded and naked
we are pushed into their presence, and for a shining moment the animals study us, these fabulous aliens.
Here in a desert captivity snatched from the baobab’s sour fruit, their swagged bellies shifted, broken, and resignedly
the ancient drive rose up only in one— its head wreathed beyond sorrow as it slouched out of the habitual darkness,
the permanent rictus of its terrible mouth pain-struck. The thing came toward me with its ruined light, and I saw affliction in it.
Dream of mastery. Dream of being wholly consumed, freed. I am the lion and the lion is me. Then the American pulls us out.
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Quan Barry (B.1973)
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Graphic - Casimir Lee (B.1978)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Promoting my first ATLA fic, absolutely in love with Zutara so I hope you guys like my foray into the fandom. Next chapter is still being worked on After Ozai's callous words about Iroh and Lu Ten's death, Azulon decided to strip Ozai of his parentage of Zuko and gave Zuko to Iroh as his new son and heir. Azulon died not long after, making Iroh the new Firelord where he attempted to bring in a new reign of peace and build his relations back up with the other nations, including an arranged marriage between Zuko and the Southern Water Tribe's Chief's daughter, Katara. But Iroh's attempts for peace give rise to a rebellion in the Fire Nation headed by Ozai and Iroh is forced to flee with Zuko. Who can restore peace to the world when Ozai declares the restarting of the war?
I just read your entire Usurped comic in about 20~30 minutes or so.... I NEED MORE!!! Gah the characters were cool and realistic! The ENDING WAS SO STINKING SWEET Whyyyyyy does it have to be over! I want to see if they had kids or if Ira was Veralyns (I know I spelt that horribly wrong) wife reborn (though I doubt it. Just popped up in my head)
Haha I’m glad you enjoyed the comic! Sadly, Usurped will not be continuing, but the characters will be repurposed for my homebrew D&D universe so Vaeriyn will have the fluffy tipped wood elf ears but still be just as OP as he is in the comic!! And sadly Ira isn’t his wife reborn, but the thought is cute!!
The project was actually something I did for my university course! We had to produce a comic which we’d then sell at MCM London Comic Con, and we worked in little groups. I admit, Usurped was waaay too much to handle and my hand hasn’t been right since then, but it was definitely a fun comic to have made!
The sad reality of comics is that they need to end somewhere! Because if they don’t, then I’d have no time to explore all the other story ideas I have!
Which is unfortunately why so many of the Aberrant Tendencies comics are so short, but we get MANY of them as a result, and in the end, bite sized stories have their own charm!! (I can’t do anything as long as It’s an Odd Kind of Fairytale again. 160+ pages in and I’m only like... 1/5th of the way in!)
MLK Usurped (Uncle Sam hated MLK Jr. when he was alive. Now look at him, selling us this white washed version)
Flag of if Pope Benedict usurped Pope Francis' Argentinian Catholic Empire and created a German Catholic Empire (requested by u/matinthebox).
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This is the 2000th post on this blog so I decided to usurp it and say thanks to everyone in this roleplay for being amazing muns and bringing in all your wonderful muses ever since we restarted here!!
Good luck on the MGAs!! You all are the best!
Boston Post, Massachusetts, April 3, 1921