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A Lucinigo Family Christmas art commission I got from ArayaEjiri on twitter,

Very cute😊, Soleil gleefully imagining her parents as Clara and The Nutcracker is just so precious.🥰

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WINNIE THE POOH: A VERY MERRY POOH YEAR (2002) dir. Jamie Mitchell, Gary Katona, Ed Wexler

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Justice Cabal strikes a pose!

An amazing art commission I just got from @hiomaika on twitter

I love it alot! 😊

Owain, Morgan, and Cynthia are striking very familiar poses, Do you recognize them? 👀

also an additional alt of Owain putting more of his flair into it.

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I feel like if Hermes had a fursona, it would be a leucistic raccoon.

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guys do we fuck with Sly Cooper fanart?

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Slyfox - Calling Card

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kid icarus day

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Turns out that based on the Teraleak, this could actually be possible?!

Well, it depends on if the leaked time gap between gen 2/4 is still canonical, how big of a time gap there's between BW and ScarVi and how old Drayton is supposed to be, but still. Not at all what I was expecting.

Was having some random Pokemon-related thoughts, then I thought "You know, it would be super funny if Zinnia was Drayton's mother" and now I fucking can't stop thinking of it.

Would make a funny headcanon or AU if nothing else

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it’s december 1 where’s the christmas tail kitten bring him to me

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pitverse/elias’ labyrinth/whatever it’s called now] what a bunch of hippy dippy baloney

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Stars somehow aligned and I managed write something Kid Icarus related; it's a sequel to these two ficlets because I lack originality.

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There were many words Dark Pit would’ve never used to describe himself, one amongst them being ‘dreamer’. And it wasn’t just in a philosophical sense - besides him seeing himself as more of a realist, he rarely had any dreams while he was sleeping. He rarely dreamed and in those few times he did, he simply ended up recounting past events in his head. In general he dreamed of events that had happened to him specifically, but on occasion he got to see things in his dreams that he had never experienced. Those few times gave him an unique window to the past, Pit’s past in particular.

In a way, it made perfect sense for him to dream of these events - as Dark Pit wasn’t an unique product of love but rather a mirror image turned flesh without a real history before early teenage years, any memories he had of a past prior to his creation were those that Pit had actually experienced and lived through.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

Dark Pit disliked being reminded of how he had no unique memories of his mother holding him, of his father helping him to take his first steps or of playdates with other children of his age. He hated the fact that every memory of moments like those he could sometimes glimpse at his dreams were Pit’s first and foremost, and only by technicality his as well. As grim as it sounded, one of the few things that brought Dark Pit solace was that Pit didn’t seem to remember their his mother either.

When Dark Pit had dreamed of the golden-haired man the first time, he thought that he may have seen his image somewhere before. Perhaps in a marble statue that lacked colors or in a mosaic which was devoid of details so he couldn’t be completely sure, but the man in his dream had felt both grand and important. Yet despite all that grandeur and importance, the man had devoted so much his time to take care of this one unassuming child. One would think someone so notable would have better things to do in their lives, but apparently Pit truly did matter that much to the man. So much so that even when he was battle-ready and donning the fanciest armor one could wear, he had first come to the young angel, hugged the toddler as if he was the most precious thing in his life and called himself lucky to have Pit in his life.

(Would anyone call themselves lucky to have me in their lives? Dark Pit wondered.)

He had to find out who the man he was dreaming of was.

For the weeks that followed, Dark Pit had hardly focused on anything else but in his mission. He had been so absorbed on his quest that he had took it upon himself to learn five new different alphabets in hopes of finding new clues of the mysterious man’s identity. The process had been long and painstaking, and lot of it had been for naught at the end - two of the alphabets turned out to be no longer in use, third one was in the verge of extinction and the fourth one was the alphabet of foreigners and therefore useless to him, but the last of them proved useful to him in his research. As Dark Pit skimmed through various texts, his originally hazy vision of the man became much clearer and his suspicions of his identity were starting to rise. Towards the end of his research he had actually wanted to just steal the Lightning Chariot and go directly to the Queen of all gods herself, but he knew better than to do that. The Queen would never listen to him without solid evidence to back his words, and currently all of it existed just in the heads of two angels and maybe one goddess. No, what he needed to do now was to go to Pit and finally set the records straight. If Dark Pit was having dreams like this, surely the other angel must’ve had them as well and for whatever reason was keeping them a secret. And that simply couldn’t be tolerated any longer.

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Pit was by himself in the temple outskirts, lost in daydreams and in the verge of dozing off when his pleasant time was all the sudden interrupted by someone loudly slamming a door. Shocked, he quickly rose up to look who had caused all that commotion and was surprised to find Dark Pit there; even when he was at his surliest, the other angel tended not to slam doors in this kind of manner. And now he seemed surlier than ever, even to the point of Pit being taken aback by the other angel’s displeased expression. 

“Pittoo, what’s wrong?” Pit asked, concern clear in his voice. Just what had happened for Dark Pit to be in such a foul mood today?

“Don’t play coy with me, you know exactly what’s wrong”, Dark Pit spat right back to him, clearly not caring of Pit’s attempts to be polite. “Who is he?”

“Who?” Pit responded to Dark Pit’s question with a question of his own, confused by what the other angel meant.

“You know exactly who I’m talking of! Golden hair, tall as all get out, wings as mighty as those of an eagle, fancy armor. You know who he is, don’t you?”

A lump rose to Pit’s throat. Dark Pit already knew of the dreams he had been having? Of course he knows, Pit resonated with himself, My childhood is technically his childhood as well. If one of us remembers something from it, the other isn’t far behind. There really was no point of hiding anything anymore and there was much that Pit wanted to tell, but at the end only one word found its way out of his mouth.

“Dad”, was all Pit was able to say, but it was enough to make Dark Pit flinch and then back off a little. All he said was what he thought of as truth, so why had the the angel reacted in such a way?

“Dad?” he repeated Pit’s words, oddly unsure of himself. “Is it true? Are you certain?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure of that he is. Who else besides our dad would do anything–”

“Oh, so now he’s OUR dad?”

Pit flinched upon hearing Dark Pit’s words. Only now did he seem to understand how badly he had screwed up by keeping everything under wraps; it wasn’t just about who his father was to him anymore, it was about what he meant to people around him. He had had a life long before Pit was a part of it, and the people who knew his father continued exist long after his disappearance.

“Dark Pit, please listen”, Pit started, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier and it was stupid of me to think that you wouldn’t also know… At first I didn’t even know myself who he was and when I became sure of that it really was dad I wasn’t sure if the time was right, Lady Palutena may think–”

Dark Pit didn’t even give him time to finish his sentence as he grabbed Pit’s wrist, fire burning in his red eyes.

“Lady Palutena this, Lady Palutena that, what of OUR feelings? What of OUR dad? Are you really just letting him rot somewhere while dealing with HER endless list of petty problems first?” he now snarled at Pit, his sense of judgment blurred by the pent up vexation.

“But if Medusa’s attack somehow affected him–”

“No way it could’ve done anything to him!” Dark Pit once again interrupted him, “You really think they would’ve ever allowed an angel to wear that fancy armor? Good grief with you Pit, think for yourself for once! Clearly dad wasn’t all that lucky to have you if you’re just standing here doing nothing to help him!”

That last sentence especially hit a nerve, and in a fit of frustration Pit pulled his hand away from the other angel’s grasp. Just like that time long ago when Palutena had told him that his father wasn’t returning, Pit was starting to become misty-eyed but this time he didn’t let the tears fall. Dark Pit, who at this point had calmed down a bit, seemed to realize how hurtful his words had been and took couple steps back with a remorseful look on his face.

“Don’t put words into dad’s mouth”, was all Pit managed to say back at the other angel. He had come far from that helpless toddler who had cried on Palutena’s arms, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t bothered of what had happened to his father. Of course he wished to find out the truth and finally get some closure but as there always seemed to be new threats lurking just around the corner, timing never felt right.

“Dad wore that armor because he was fighting for a cause. Lady Palutena too was shocked when he didn’t return…”

“Who cares of Palutena’s opinion”, Dark Pit huffed, a hint of bitterness remaining in his voice. Wishing for the calm before storm to be finally over, he grabbed Pit’s hand once again and started to lead the other angel towards the main building of the temple.

“Wait Pittoo, where are we going?” Pit asked.

“To set things straight with Palutena”, Dark Pit replied. “What, would you like us to go to the Queen herself instead?”

Pit blinked slowly when he heard the other angel mention the Queen. There were few things he knew of the Queen, and one of them was that she rarely if ever had time for people other than her family and servants. To hear Dark Pit talk of her in such bold manner was surprising - did he really think that the Queen would ever give a time of day to them?

“But what does the Queen have to do with any of this?” Pit wondered, not understanding why the other angel had even bothered to bring her up.

“Do you think that a mother could ever forget her child’s eyes?” Dark Pit answered to his question with a one of his own. “Do you think she would still recognize them even if another person bore them?”

Whatever fight was still left in Pit fizzled out in an instant as he heard those words, and so did all the questions that he had wanted ask just moment prior. Only one thing was certain now, and it was that Lady Palutena would have lot to explain.

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For Pit, father's day is an odd thing to picture of but so is mother's day. The concepts aren't foreign to him, but because of his upbringing he finds both of the days as weird to think of. He understands why both of them exist because being a good, loving parent to your children is always worth celebrating - he simply had no reasons to think of these days as anything important back then. Pit doesn't even remember ever having a mother, and for the longest time he didn't remember having a father either.

Well, at least that's who Pit assumes the golden-haired man from his dreams is. The young boy couldn't really think of him being anything else but his father; he too had wings and blue eyes like Pit's, so there seemed to be some connection between them. Even if it wasn't by blood, the man had certainly acted as if he was Pit's father, therefore making him worthy of the title in Pit's eyes. He had after all called himself lucky for having Pit in his life. But all that did was make his sudden disappearance even more weird to Pit; just what had happened to him? It seemed like he had every intention of coming back to Pit and based on Palutena's reaction in one of his memories, it had been unexpected to her as well. It clearly couldn't have been Medusa's doing, she had executed her plans when Pit had been much older, so what had caused it? Clearly his father had known he was marching into something since he had been wearing that fancy armor, but what had he been fighting against? And would it even matter anyway because of what Medusa had done to angels? Had he too been turned to stone like all the others or was he still out there somewhere? And this was him completely ignoring the tiny chance that his father simply just looked like an angel and wasn't actually one; angels were rarely if ever allowed to wear something of that high quality as his battle armor had been, and it looked like it had been made specifically for him. Why was an angel wearing something so ornate, Pit didn't know nor did he have any guesses that made even a lick of sense. Eventually he had come to accept that slight chance, as outlandish it had felt like; he knew that wings weren't exactly uncommon among the divine and their servants, so maybe his father was just one of those people. Pit had after all heard few offhand comments from Palutena that even some gods of extremely high status like Ares and Hebe had wings, something their children also possessed (presumably their servants as well, though he hadn't thought of it enough of to ask about it back then). Now what made them so different from angels, Pit didn't know why.

(In fact, the more he tried to think of it, the less he understood it. Thankfully it seemed to be a common opinion, as even Palutena couldn't give him straightforward answer about it. Apparently there was something more fundamental that separated gods from angels than simply having wings, though that never stopped some gods from having angel children. When Pit had asked her to explain that, Palutena had simply shrugged her shoulders and told him that she was equally clueless about that matter.)

Lost in thoughts, Pit can't help wonder how Palutena could react if he told her of these newly awakened memories. Part of him does wish to break the silence and talk things straight with her, but at the same time he feels like now isn't the time for that. Compared to what she has to worry of, Pit feels like everything he worries of is so meaningless and trivial. It feels so unimportant and not worth discussing when there are still so many troubles in the world, all of which have to be dealt first before he can focus on his own problems. Time's a limited resource and he just doesn't have enough of it.

For a moment his thoughts stray to Dark Pit and he can already imagine the other angel yelling at him and begging for him to be selfish for once in his life - he knows it's inevitable once he gets to know of the dreams, Dark Pit's going to yell at him for not coming out to the clear immediately, but Pit doesn't think that he's allowed be selfish quite yet. Not when the Underworld army is still causing trouble and he's not even sure of what may have happened to his father. Once things have calmed down a bit and he has some ideas of where to start looking, he can be selfish. There likely wouldn't be any harm of Dark Pit knowing a bit sooner than others, though - it's simply a matter of how much sooner, because it can't be that much sooner. He's going to be the first one to know, but only once everything has calmed down a bit.

Pit still isn't completely sure of how he's supposed to deal with father's day moving forward. Maybe one day he could actually have something worth celebrating; if nothing else, at least he'd have some closure. It would be good enough. But now all Pit has to focus on is to think what he's eventually going to say to Dark Pit when he tells of the golden-haired angel to him.

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Like most people, Pit doesn't remember much of his early years. Many times when he thought he was recounting his first time experiencing something or meeting someone, Palutena left out a small laugh quickly followed by "That's not how I remember it". Most of the time she refused to elaborate what she meant by that, but sometimes she did tell Pit something new - like how during their first meeting, Pit had had the audacity to pull Palutena's hair and then laugh at her when she had yelped in pain. He had tried to apologize, only for Palutena to assure him that everything had been forgiven long ago and it was now nothing more than a funny story to think back on whenever she needed something to laugh at. Pit found it weird yet comforting at the same time; it wasn't really something he'd happily look back into, but if it brought joy to Palutena maybe it wasn't all that bad after all. Everyone needed good memories to look back into.

Occasionally when he was dreaming, Pit found himself recounting past events in his head. Some memories were good, others bad, at times they were so hazy he had hard time understanding what was actually going on. Usually he however had a grasp of what actually happened, but this night was shaping out to be different. It was the night following the day after Palutena had told him about the hairpulling incident when Pit had a dream in which the events she had described happened exactly as she had told to him excluding few differences - most surprisingly there was one other person in the room, a man Pit didn't remember ever meeting but who felt familiar anyway. He too was laughing at Palutena's reaction and when he raised his hands, Palutena gladly handed the younger boy to him, much to the joy of the child as well. Something inside Pit felt warm and fuzzy as he watched the younger version of himself happily babble to the man while he pretended to understand, and he wasn't quite sure what it was.

After that night, more forgotten memories resurfaced every so often. All of them were simple and casual, with nothing all that important ever happening; sometimes he was drawing, other times he was trying to eat food from the floor, couple of times Palutena was there as well to laugh at his antics. Only thing that was always there was the man watching over him, and it was clear to Pit that he meant a lot for his younger self. Considering the way he always looked at the little boy, the feeling seemed to be mutual and at times Pit couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of his younger self for all the positive attention he received. It however always quickly gave a way to the familiar warm and fuzzy feeling, though now it was also mixed with a hint of sadness. By each new memory Pit came to understand that feeling better; he was yearning, yearning for something he had forgotten, for someone who was no longer with him, for this spesific form of happiness to be present in his life again. And just like that the dreams seemed to end, as if there was nothing left to remember anymore.

It would take a while before Pit would be dreaming of a forgotten memory again, and this time it wasn't nearly as pleasant as the last ones. His younger self was quietly sobbing in Palutena's arms while the goddess did her best to calm him down, and she wasn't looking to be in the best state of mind herself either. She kept repeating that things would be okay, but it just left Pit more confused; what had just happened?

For following months, it felt like dreams actively avoided Pit. Between the fragmented memories he had had normal dreams like everyone else, yet now nothing seemed to await him when he fell asleep. All that did was give the yearning room to grow even stronger, for Pit desperately tried to cling into the warmth he had felt back then. Did some part of him want to forget it all? If so, why? He would end up finding that out soon.

The next time Pit fell asleep, he was pleasantly surprised to find out that he was indeed dreaming, only for that feeling to quickly fade. He realized that he was in the exact same room he had been the last time he had remembered something, where Palutena had tried to comfort his younger self; Pit couldn't help but feel like everything was going to fall apart soon, he just wasn't sure how it would happen. His younger self was playing with his toys in the adult-sized bed, blissfully ignorant of what would soon fall upon him - and it did indeed happen quite soon, as the door to the room opened and a familiar figure walked in, now donned in armor rather than the casual tunics Pit remembered him wearing. His younger self didn't seem to realize that, looking just as happy as usual and wobbled to him, where he then would pick the toddler up. He hugged Pit's younger self, kissed his forehead and then he said something that would keep on haunting the young angel. Prior to this, Pit had never heard anything the man had said in the memories clearly, so hearing him say "I'm so lucky to have you" to his younger self made his heart to skip a beat. He was so focused on that single sentence that he couldn't pay any attention to other things he was saying, everything else was trivial at the moment. And for that silent moment everything felt perfect, only thing breaking the tender moment being a yawn by Pit's younger self. The man laughed and kissed the toddler's forehead again, only for the child to grumpily pull his hair this time. The man laughed a second time before speaking again: "You do know that I have to go, do you?"

Pit's younger self said something, but the only thing present Pit could make out of the toddler's words was an extremely displeased "Don't". The words were soon followed by another yawn, and the man hugged the child one more time before putting him down to the bed, giving him a stuffed toy dog and patting his head.

"I'll be back before you wake up, okay? I'll be back soon", he said and Pit's younger self seemed to now be convinced, as all the toddler now said was a quiet "Okay" while thightly grasping his plush toy. Pit didn't know exactly what would happen next, but what he did know was that this was the last time they would see each other - he would soon enough be crying in Palutena's arms while she tried to comfort him, and the man whose attention and love he had been yearning for past few months would vanish into thin air. The young angel's heart was aching, he wanted to run to the man, scream for him to not leave, but his feet felt heavy and throat dry all the sudden, leaving him both still and voiceless. All Pit could do was watch as he put on a helmet and left the room, all the while his younger self was too sleepy to protest. Once his younger self finally fell asleep in the dream, Pit found himself waking up in the real world. It didn't take long for him to realize that he had been crying.

Was this why Palutena never elaborated on anything, because she knew what yearning was and what it felt like to yearn for something or someone?

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So I came to this weird realization that based on my headcanons, it would make most sense for Pit and Dark Pit to bleed some copper-colored substance because it's metallic orange and you get metallic orange color if you mix metallic yellow (ichor) with red (blood).

Alternatively angels could just have copper-colored fluid running in their veins to symbolize how they're somewhere between gods and humans, because I like this idea way too much to not use it outside my headcanons

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Happy 32 years to Kid Icarus: OMaM!! (civic duty to draw omam anniversary art 🫡)

(other stuff like lineart and close-up junk under the cut!!)