"…As it is…I am in the market for an assistant, let alone an additional one…however…”
He closes his eyes slowly and sighs through his nostrils.
"…The Arkenstone throws a terrible fit if I attempt to. He seems to have it in his head he is my assistant, and will not be…replaced.”
I think Ark and myself can get along, as long as he doesn’t attempt to drive me mad with power. Such a thing happened to your last attendant with your last rock-thing and, as I recall, she done blowed up. I’m rather attached to my adorable face.
Maybe I’ll make HIM that Bowie mixtape rather than you, and that will win his favor. Meanwhile I can make mad lattes for your illustrious personage. Or, like, cocktail du raven blood, whatever you’re down with. i swing.
Oh man oh man I cannot get enough of this fic:
kitfoxhawaii's OC, Radio
Ahhhh! I am so so flattered by this! This is wonderful! Fantastic job, and thank you so much for reading the story and getting enthused about it.
Ha! Okay, I just realized I misled some folks accidentally. I talk funny-like.
When I say I am not a Grown-Up, what I mean is that I refuse to be a Grown-Up, not necessarily that I’m a minor. I just turned 29 on the 3rd of this month, and some part of my brain is screaming at me that I should have already gone to college, gotten married, had babies, owned a home, bought a leather briefcase and shoes that aren’t purple or with skulls, and traded in every shade of nail polish and lipstick for varying shades of “nude”.
But this is not me. I am not that kind of 29 year old. I will never grow up because I think the whole concept is stupid and I refuse to take part in it. I will forever have the teddy bear I had in my crib. I worship The Muppets. I like pirates and sparkly things and little monster toys. In conversations with other people, I will never talk about gas prices or bills or how do you like your Prius or what route did you take to get here. I will always laugh at jokes involving elephants, peanuts, boobies, and farts. I would rather wear it if it has colors and patterns or a little animal on it.
Being a Grown-Up is a choice. Go ahead and do it if it makes you happy, but what makes me happy is living the life more juicy.
But yes, I am older than 18, so feel free to write me dirty notes. A lot. Go for it. Don’t hold back. Duuuuuuuurrrrrrtyyyyyy.
In which there is an emergency.
A note: I want to say ahead of time that though there is a dangerous situation herein, there is no blood or gross body stuff, nor any true intent of self-harm. I don’t intend for this story to deal with any truly dark subject matter or cause any triggers, and if anything contained in this chapter has done so, please let me know so I can tag it appropriately. Thanks, and read on!
Thank you so much to those who are reading! I think you might possibly like this chapter maybe perhaps. It is under the cut…Read more
Hey, thanks! Yes, those facts were definitely in the back of my mind when plotting this out. It’s delicate because I want to go from the version of the Collector from the films, but adding elements of who he is from the comics is really neat as well. As I mentioned in another post, my boyfriend is a regular encyclopedia of all things comics, and can recite character bios and issue numbers and artists and writers on particular storylines from just memory, so he’s gotten me really passionate about the characters and stories, and he keeps me from running too hot or cold on Tivan.
The facts you mentioned are ones I really enjoyed, but have not just yet had an opportunity to introduce in the story. The last one in particular, regarding his incredible power and his true form (which is super scary in both its incarnations) will certainly be mentioned, but he probably at this point doesn’t want Radio to pee her britches in terror at the sight of him. Like I said, I’m walking a line.
I am so, so happy that you’re so enthused by this! Please don’t think I’m neglecting you by taking time before I post the next chapter — I’ve got a lot going on this week with work, my man’s birthday (woo!) and Ladies’ Night at my local comic shop tonight which I’m supposed to be “headlining” apparently but I have no clue what I’m doing, which is a big secret. Kinda nervous about all that, as well as interacting with Grown Ups, of which I am not one.
In any case, you shall get your chapter and more art, I promise! And it’s gonna be gooooooood. ;)
I had a reader ask me a question regarding some technical details about life in the menagerie of the Collector that I hadn’t addressed in my story. Of course, since I am not the prime authority, or indeed, any authority whatsoever, I didn’t feel it was my place to put certain things down as truths for the universe of Tivan and the other Marvel characters. Her question and my response with my small and oddball ideas are below.
How is personal hygiene handled in his collection? Are the inhabitants taken out to be cleaned and cared for on a regular basis, or do the holding pods somehow do that for them? There’s been no mention from Radio about how she’s coping with lack of shower or bath for however many days, or how she feels about sleeping on a hard floor with no bed for comfort. I’d be interested to see those personal luxuries be given mention. If not only because it seems like something that might come up, but because it could also spur some interesting topics of conversation for them.
Considering the world in which this story takes place doesn’t really belong to me, is not my invention, I never felt totally qualified to say with certainty how the technical aspects of certain things were handled, though I did have it all worked out in my head how I thought they would be if I were in charge. In my mind, the vastness of his collection and the huge variety in creatures, their respective strengths and abilities and needs, would make it necessary to care for them without ever taking them out of their cages, unless there was an emergency.
As Tivan is creepy but by no means a total perv, there would be steel plates that would rise from between the glass panes to about shoulder height whenever a creature had to do their bathroom business, and facilities would also slide out from panels in the walls of the terrarium. Each one would have to be designed to suit the specific needs of each creature, but being an Elder of the Universe, he has nothing but time to figure it all out. A very basic, sanitizing mineral shower would be blasted down on them daily, not only cleansing them but also providing them with whatever vitamins they might be missing from being in their own proper environments — like how we need sunlight for vitamin D. It wouldn’t exactly be a nice, relaxing, singing-Etta-James shower, but it would cleanse and provide nutrients. As for the matter of comfort, it doesn’t seem like something he would remember to think about. He would be more concerned with what everyone needed to survive, and the idea of providing comfort, fulfillment, happiness, would be completely out of his wheelhouse. This is just the idea that I have in my brain of how the basic mechanics might work! Dinner, obviously, would be nutriloaf.
It was never addressed because I felt like taking time to explain the plumbing might bore readers of fanfiction, but were it my own original tale, in a world I had crafted myself, I certainly would spend time discussing the different species in captivity, their respective cages and habits and needs, and all the fun little stuff we wonder about. I find it fascinating too, and would enjoy getting into it, but I had planned the story to be much shorter than it turned out, and meant to focus on just the bare basics. That, and feeling like I didn’t have the authority to set down rules about how the menagerie would operate. But it’s still fun to think about.
Hey there! Thank you times a million for your very flattering feedback! Golly, thank you, I’m so happy to know you feel I’m doing a good job with the character. I haven’t found any other fanfics out there as yet, but hopefully more will crop up soon! He’s a lot of fun to write.
Living in Hawaii, it’s tough to find good comic shops, to be honest. The one I used to work at went broke, and now refuses to bring in new comics. A newer one opened about an hour away (and, shameless plug, I’ll get to head up a Ladies’ Night there on Saturday for my own comic, which is hella exciting!) and they are tiny but extremely cool. So far, though, I haven’t found the one you mentioned. It looks AWESOME and I am so down.
The basic history I got about Taneleer I gleaned mostly from Avengers’ Korvak Saga and Thanos Quest (and I am not an encyclopedia on the matter — that title belongs to The Boyfriend who is the true King of All Nerds and can recite issue numbers from memory, so all credit goes to his giant brain) and it’s a shame he’s such a minor character in the films because once you start telling your friends why you’re interested in the guy that gave them the willies in Guardians,tell them some of his personal history, they really liven up and want to know more. I for sure will check out those books! If I can’t order them from my wee island comic shop, there’s always Amazon, yeah?
As far as updating the story goes, I don’t have a set schedule for updating. i pretty much do it whenever I feel like I can’t possibly hold out any longer. ;) I try to keep chapters written in advance so I don’t run behind, but I also don’t want everyone to get sick of me so early cause, let’s face it, in less than two weeks I’ve suddenly punched out over 13,000 words. This never happens to me. I feel like I should slow my roll.
I had really intended for this to be a short thing, maybe four of five chapters, but I’m just now sinking my teeth into chapter ten, and I see at least two, if not three more in the future. I hope y’all are still with me then!
Thank you so so much for the note!
I have totally been stumped by school, in fact I just finished a 6-page essay in English today but I’ve managed to start some progression, starting with my notes in school. XD This is Radio from Kitfoxhawaii’s story, Nightingale!! I cannot stress to you guys enough how AWESOME Radio is and the story as a whole!
YOU SHOULD READ IT RIGHT NAO.
CLICK ON IT NAO. And GO FOLLOW kitfoxhawaii before I rip your fingernails off.
OH MY GLORY. Angie! You glorious tropical lorikeet! This is so wonderful and such a huge pile of donuts for my ego. Look at her face! Wow! Her eyes and her cheeks and that look of pissed-off longing. I think you really got her attitude down. I am so very very flattered. I’m also honored to have distracted you from your studies. Yeeessss, avoid schoolwork! Aaaahahaa!
But no seriously, get to class. Though this is way awesome and I adore you. XD
That… Is the best thing I have ever heard. Ever. I suspected he was a shy guy, based on how awkward and bashful he often gets when interviewed, but that he’s a kitten around ladies and just rolls over for a tigress, utterly slays me. You can just punch me in the face now please.
It makes me want to suggest to him that he change it up with his lady prefs and take a walk on the curvy side. All love to my thin friends, but we fat girls know some things no one knows we know. We know secrets. We can do things not all girls can do. Some things are just really good with us curvy gals. And I think he should know of those things. Just being generous and all.
And thanks so much! I’m so glad you like it!
You want thingamabobs? Only at an outrageous price and I shall keep my best ones hidden.
Haha! So glad you liked it! I was waiting to post the next chapters until I get a little further ahead with the story. I’m at a part that’s…. Challenging? I guess? I need a little Kit time, away from work and other projects, before I can boogie woogie on that.
However, the next chapter is written, so I will be posting it as soon as I have enough material to back it up! I also have another drawing coming for you, and my sister is also doing a drawing that’s waaaaayyyyy better than anything I can do.