#I mean I could figure it out bc I know some things

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*waiting eagerly and patiently for directors commentary* :)

IT'S DONE RAHHHHHH ITS FINALLY DONE!!!!!!! I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter but I am REALLY excited to move on to what's next!!!!! i have been waiting literal years to get here,,,,

starting off with a few things: these frames are the same design from pt. 9, just damaged now. it's also uh. literally the same drawings KJSNFKJG listen sometimes I just have to make things easier on myself. also convenient crack through the hero of time's right eye >:-)

okay so the hero of time lore gives me a bit of a headache. let it be known that I understand in wolf's timeline, the events of OOT technically never happened. He knows the "hero of time" moniker bc he's met him, and i could've SWORN that name is mentioned if not somewhere in TP then in the TP manga. suspend ur disbelief for me lol

Anyway the idea is basically that post-game Wolf has done some digging to track down the person the Hero's Shade was when he was alive. I like to imagine he had some kind of bargain with Zelda where if he agreed to come to certain events she'd let him dig around in what survived of the archives after lol. I actually got stuck on this panel for a while trying to think of some other imagery that got this idea across without being so,,,idk on the nose? but i couldn't think of anything so i went with this HAHA. Even if Mask wasn't technically the "hero" in this timeline, I think he still ended up being a prominent figure, and some documentation of him would exist. An unfinished portrait, a text about the history of the royal guard, military records, correspondence between him and the castle, etc.

ALSO ALSO. how do they know they're talking about the same hero of time? well, they don't. they're making an educated guess lol. obviously whoever made this statue of the Hero of Time couldn't make it look exactly like him, but I feel like Wolf has noticed enough similarities between depictions to be like. hey wait a second

wake is trying to give a pep talk here like "come on guys, going on adventures is what we do!!" meanwhile Wolf and Loft are both like. yeah i guess leaving our loved ones behind with little notice to go on dangerous missions we may never return from IS what we do.....

speaking of which Loft is maybe technically being a little bit of a hypocrite here but I really think he's just trying to make sure Wake doesn't make the same mistake he did lol. he's feeling guilty

one of many things I really regret abt this chapter is not having Tetra and Loft have a conversation similar to the one he and BOTW Zelda have. I feel like Tetra's experience of getting to grow up outside of the pressure of the royal family or her role and then basically having it forced on her during the events of WW would be very valuable for him to hear. I had so many things I was trying to juggle this chapter and somehow that just slipped through the cracks 😭 im sorry tetra.

AT LAST!!! ANNA FROM FROZEN!!! when all that was going down a few weeks ago i was like GUYS GUYS WAIT. HE'S ALMOST HERE. does this mean I have to get a new icon now

in case its not clear (and it probably isn't) he's in the ALTTP lost woods!

okay so some of you may have noticed this, but up until now we've basically been following the thread of mainline games, starting where the timeline merged and working our way back to where it split in OOT. ALTTP is technically part of that, as the timeline where the Hero of Time dies. I have them all connected through the Lost Woods. The pitch for this was basically "wouldn't it be so fucking funny if Mage could've joined the story way earlier but didn't bc he was the only one with enough sense and also enough gall to just throw something through it." and then I couldn't NOT do that

so on that note, this is the BOTW lost woods. If you look closely, you can see Wolf in the distance.

I wanted to do something to establish him as a magic user! he could have just pulled these out of his bag but where's the fun in that. you might also notice that he's not wet because the rain isn't actually hitting him

ALTTP ZELDA MY BELOVED!!!! that's all

that's all i've got for now!!! bonus links turned 3 years old 3 days ago which is. wild. thank you all for sticking with this story for so long!!!

[innerfeelings1]

“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.”

|| photo was taken from Pintrest ||

Summary -> 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧..

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 || Honestly, just the basic mention of his abuse, normal twd themes, (knives, guns at most) if I miss anything FEEL free to tell me since this is my first!

A/N; this is my first! Idk if this will turn into a part 2 or not.. it basically just depends on where this goes. Kinda bad bc I’m sleepy (it’s 5am..) not proofread so tell me abt any mistakes!! Reblods are so soooo appreciated!! Enjoy babes ! ᥫ᭡

School wasn’t so fun, the homework, the dickhead boys, the mean girls, but Daryl was your reason your only reason. Every morning you woke up for school, he was the only thing on your mind at first it wasn’t even in that way you just enjoyed having a friend who wasn’t out for ur neck. Daryl was a loner but he wasn’t a dick, rather he was the sweet baby boy Merle saw him as. Merle was raised hard because of their father, always so worried about protecting Daryl from the boys at school (what you really thought they were nice to him..?) than from their own father they deserved peace a safe place, and you were Daryl’s safe place.

Daryl was the quiet boy the boy who for some reason didn’t have many friends until you came along. You understood Daryl’s quiet, he didn’t have to put on some mask around you.. Daryl could sit alone with you in a corner and oddly felt loved in silence. Merle always loved to call you his freak buddy whenever you and Daryl hung out you shared food and went on walks together listening to music, he was your best friend you had other friends but you were with Daryl more then any. Daryl found comfort in your quiet but he couldn’t stop himself from admiring your smile, the way your laughter warmed him up inside it scared Daryl because he never knew that feeling. One Saturday night during one of the biggest storms your town had ever seen Daryl showed up at ur window drenched in rain, his hair wasn’t so long at this time so the water would practically just pour down his face. You rushed to open the window and questioned him on why he was there, no response besides his normal Daryl gruff.. You stepped aside and welcomed him, closing the window as soon as he climbed in.

Daryl knew some things about you already by eavesdropping on you and your cliches conversations, he never meant to but he figured you hanging around him was just an act so of course he had to find out. (Surprise, he found out how highly you talked about him.) But this..? Walking into your room was like seeing a different person then what Daryl knew you acted to be so you’d fit in. Your room was clean..quiet barely any lights besides an orange candle shining the room and a whole bunch of white themed items, a few of “the smiths” vinyls hung up on the wall. Daryl smiled to himself on the inside, you were the person he wanted you to be, you weren’t fake you were just like him, just you were better at hiding it. The thoughts were quickly passed on when Daryl noticed you fumbling in the closet before you grabbed an oversized shirt and pair of sweatpants. “I know you won’t say anything, that’s okay.. but please put these on because you’re soaking wet and muddy and standing on my carpet my mom will kill me.” You spoke softly at Daryl, you didn’t want to provoke him. Daryl’s eyes met yours before he slowly took the clothes, you turned around the other way to give him privacy. You could hear him tugging off his pants before sliding into the sweats Daryl didn’t speak and you didn’t hear noise so you figured he was done, as you turned you immediately noticed the scars on his back, red.. bruised. Who would’ve done that to him..? The boys at school.. Merle.. there’s n-

“Quit ya damn looking! Ya nosy bitch..” Daryl had whispered shouted at you dragging your attention back to his face.. his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched tight. Daryl hadn’t even screamed at you, he whisper shouted but he called you a bitch in the sentence, you knew he didn’t mean it. An act of gentleness and anger in the same breath proved it, but this is the first time you’ve heard him actually speak words, He quickly shot the shirt over him as he avoided eye contact with you. “Who did this to you..? Are you okay- what can I do.” You would’ve stared literal holes in his skin if your eyes were lazers, The room sat silent for a moment before he finally met your gaze. “Jus’ let me stay the night.. please.” His southern accent made him sound agressive but you knew better than to see him like that, this was his cry for help, you were his breakaway from whatever those scars came from. (Which later on Daryl finally finds the courage to tell you about.) “yeah that’s fine- you just have to sleep with me or on the floor.” you responded to him, looking at him before looking at the bed and then back to him. “Tha’s fine” he mumbled before looking down at the floor and fiddling with his fingers, you caught on quickly to his fiddling before you walked over to ur bed and slowly crawled into it, patting the spot next to you for Daryl. He stood still for a moment like he was scared to get to close, maybe you’d bite, or you’d tell him off, try to kill him in his sleep. After a few partial seconds he sucked in all the bad thoughts and crawled up into bed beside you, despite how comfy ur bed was Daryl was stiff as a rock maybe even more stiff then a rock..you had made yourself comfortable and hoped eventually he would follow in pursuit, your arm brushed his softly before he relaxed more. Your next move was risky but it was Daryl, he needed this more than anything. You layed your head on his chest and brought your hand over his arm rubbing it softly, you two had never even had a touch of intimacy or any talk before but this felt right, even more then right this felt good. Daryl tensed at the sudden touch on his body before he softened up slowly, he enjoyed this comfort especially from you. Slowly and cautiously, Daryl stared wrapping his arm around your back and resting his head upon yours. Your eyes closed, your silent Daryl was being loud, talkative but not in words, actions would always speak louder then words and Daryl’s were practically screaming at you. You and Daryl both were drifting off to sleep Daryl’s breath slowed and yours synced you smiled softly to yourself.. you couldn’t imagine anything better. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.” Your eyes bolted open adjusting your head to look at Daryl, his beautiful blue eyes met back with yours. You grinned at him before moving ur head back to ur original spot on his chest “you’ll never be without me Daryl Dixon.”

That’s where you were wrong, if words could be jinxed yours were the most perfect because the next day the world changed in the most unexpected way possible.

Daryl had woken up early and left your house so his father wouldn’t find him, it was a Saturday so you did your normal. You cleaned your room and had just taken a shower, thinking of Daryl the entire time. After getting dressed you were relaxing in bed before you heard a screaming in your living room, your mothers. You sprinted into the living room to see.. a creature like thing attacking your mother.. it was human but covered in blood.. it had already tore out parts of her her throat as you broke into a sob and grabbed the lamp shade running towards them, hitting the lamp on its head as hard as you could slamming its head full force into the counter smashing its head open. You wanted to gag at the sight but your mother, her cries, her clawing at her throat she was suffering, choking on her own blood you knew what you had to do but you didn’t want to you paced into the kitchen grabbing a knife before sitting down next to her. She grabbed your hand and help it, spurting out words to you “I l-l-love you so much.”

That day changed you. You had to kill the woman who raised you, played the role of your father and mother both, the women who fed you bathed you and kept you safe and all you could do was end her suffering. The day escalated on and you realized what was happening, the world was having a zombie outbreak of some kind, atleast that’s what the news said before power was cut. Weeks, months and even years had passed. You burried your mom and learned how to defend yourself you learned what the creatures habits were like, you learned how to kill them, you had boarded up the house and occasionally went out on runs for food. The runs weren’t just for food, you were hoping to see Daryl, it’s been so long but some deep part of you figured he was dead. His house was destroyed looked like it had been burnt. After another month of living alone you had enough, you packed your supplies and fled from your town in search of something better, I mean their had to be something better then this.. right? All you ever wanted was to go to college, get a great job, settle down and have a family and be happy but now the chances of that were gone. There has to be more survivors there’s no way it was just you, you told yourself that daily if you had no hope you were already dead. I mean life didn’t have a point right now, death was already inevitable and now it was running around on the streets. You didn’t care if you died, there wasn’t anything big in life besides surviving anymore. I mean of course you didn’t want to die but if you had to it was just gonna happen. After leaving home you were on the road for the longest time, you saw a few people but most of them didn’t take interest in you, you had to kill so many of the creatures that you were basically profesional at this point. You also came on to realize they were called “walkers” a woman you met told you that, she died like everyone around you does.

Eventually after a while of running, searching, you gave up on that hope and had settled down in another home. It was a nice one, it’s the type of house you’d see in the rich neighborhood suburbs except this one was in the middle of nowhere. You cleaned out the house and walker proofed it as much as you could. The pictures of the previous family haunted you because what happened to them, they were living a normal life just like you and then the world fed us all shit. After awhile and some silent prayers you came to peace with it, the house slowly became your humble abode amidst all the fucking chaos outside.

One night you set out to get some food you were low on supplies to you needed some things, you had went out father then usually this time and you felt stupid for it, this sick feeling in your stomach just wouldn’t go away despite how hard you tried to shake it off. You came upon a gas station and pulled your knife out of its hiding prepared to kill anyone who tried you. Pushing open the door the little bell on the door dinged, you silently cursed yourself before continuing your way through the store. After clearing the entire store you started grabbing some supplies.. feminine products I mean the worlds fuckin ended but of course we women still have periods, grabbing some over the countertop meds, and bandages. Walking slowly looking at options something bright yellow catches your eye you stop and address your attention to it reading the packaging.. “Trojan” you laughed softly to yourself. “I’m gonna die 26 and a virgin- god this is beautiful.” You continued your walk around the store coming across the candy isle, you picked up a bag of m&ms and opened them eating a few, enjoying your moment you didn’t even hear the bell on the door ding..you did hear the growling though just a little too late.

You turned around and the walker was infront of you growling and lunging right at you, you shrieked softly trying to run before tripping over something and being backed into a corner you reached for your knife, the walker was so close, you honestly started to just accept death before-a soft plunging sound was heard before the walker collapsed to the floor. Your eyes followed its body as it collapsed its head hitting against your boots, It was shot with a arrow perfectly in the center of its head as you went to look up, you were gripped firmly and a hand was shoved over your mouth grabbing you and shoving you in a corner as something, someone pressed their full body weight against you, holding you against the wall. You were angry- not even angry you were pissed, I mean this person just saved your life and now they’re manhandling you, you prayed this wasn’t some man with a savior complex, you’d rather die to the walker then open ur legs for a pathetic man like that. The action of love and anger in the same again- how could they save you then just manhandle you? You paused, your thoughts all went silent, the dots in your head connecting, the act of anger and love together.

There wasn’t no way, it couldn’t be him. He was dead, Daryl was dead, this was some random man and you were going to die here, you weren’t safe. A warm breath was felt on your neck before the man whispered in your ear “ whole herd of em comin through. Can’t run, gotta stay here can you be quie-“ his voice was deep, he had a southern accent but he still sounded so gentle this couldn’t be Daryl you knew his voice and this didn’t sound like him. While he was blabbing on you were clearly offended, whoever he was saving your life or not had no right to touch you, even lay a hand on you. The man groaned and hissed through his teeth, his talking was cut off by you biting his hand. He let go of you and moved back some spitting his words out at you while looking at his hand. “Jesus girl figured you’d be a bit grateful I saved your life but you’re biting like sum’ skanky bitch!” He was to busy yelling but you were lost for words, it was Daryl, the Daryl, except taller, longer hair and the way his shirt hugged his biceps made you weak. He was different from the kid you use to know, he looked as if he was covered in dirt and drenched in his own sweat, which would make sense considering it’s the end of the world. “Daryl.” You whispered out at a loss for words. The only boy you ever took any interest in the only boy you ever trusted was here again except now he was a man. He brought his gaze to yours eyes widening in shock before his mouth drops and he smiles before grabbing you and pulling you in for a hug.

“I thought- you were dead, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again I searched your house- the whole neighborhood I couldn’t- how did you find me- was it an accident? oh Daryl...” your eyes started to tear up as you melted into his arms. Your quiet Daryl was alive, suddenly life had some meaning again. He pulled back from the hug and looked awkward for a moment, which you expected because deep down he was still the young senior boy when you were a freshman. After a moment of looking over your features Daryl brought his hand to ur chin and cradled your face “I tracked ya’ well I didn’t mean to find you here.. I didn’t think you were here- maybe a few more miles out.. thought some girl was trapped and I wasn’t gon jus’ let her die.. plus even if I was dead, no grave would hold me down never wanted to be without you.. I’d crawl home to you again and again.” He reached down and pulled the arrow from the zombies head “let’s wait out the herd and then we leave together, a’right?” You nodded quickly and smiled at him, even though it was pitch dark outside, in your world the sun was so bright it was blinding, you had your Dixon back and he was LOOKING for you.

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[platinumshawnn]

The Art of Twenty-Six [ ii ] | Mat Barzal

A/N: I come back with a second teaser bc I haven’t gone anything to do

Summary: Mat finds another way to communicate without words

Warning(s): None

“I don’t like the skirt much but,” I say, letting out a tired laugh. I watch as his gaze skims me up and down, his gaze lingering a little longer on my legs as hazel eyes slowly drag up whatever skin is visible. I feel stuck in my place, frozen to the ground beneath my feet under the intensity of his gaze, a shy smile coming to my face when he finally finds my eyes.

“Why don’t you like the skirt?” Mat asks, his hands finding my wrists briefly as he stands over me; his eyes on my face. I shrug.

“I feel like it’s not…I don’t feel like it looks as good as I thought it would,” I explain.

He nods, eyes lowering briefly to our hands as his index finger begins to tap against my wrist—the action is rhythmic, deliberate as he appears to be thinking intently about it, “I think it looks great…you look stunning,” he says, and there’s a certainty to his voice that tells me he means it. His eyes lift to mine again, expression softening as he looks into my eyes, “like you always do, you look great.”

I pause and flush, my face hot as I briefly avert my gaze to scan the room behind him. His rhythmic tapping ceases, pausing for a moment before he resumes it and does it once more. I smile, “what’s with the Morse code?” I ask.

“I was thinking—you said you didn’t like talking about feelings,” he says, turning my left wrist over. He releases my right, cradling my hand in his as his fingers adjust against my wrist.

“Yeah?” I ask, prompting him to continue.

“I figure we could find another way to talk, say things maybe you’re not comfortable saying,” he says, his eyes rolling theatrically with a raise of his brows, “you know, the corny shit.”

I laugh, eyebrows raising to mirror his, “like?”

He holds up a finger as if to say ‘watch this’, his hand lowering again to tap his index finger against my wrist. I count—trying to map out the pattern as he taps nine times against my wrist, the touch delicate as I watch his face, his eyes focused on the task. I frown, still not quite able to pick up on the pattern of what it is that he’s trying to accomplish. He catches my gaze and a smile spreads across his features as he does it once more, though this time I make out the soft utterance of words as he taps another nine times. He taps once, “I…” five more times, “adore…” three more times, “you.”

There’s a giddiness that overcomes me, processing his words and smiling shyly up at him. He lowers my hand and laces his fingers through mine, finding my other hand to do the same as he gently begins to sway to the music. He extends my hands out from my sides, a grin now on his face as I reluctantly follow his out of rhythm dance, letting out a laugh. My head tilts back and for the first time in years, I welcome the arm around my waist, the closeness as he pulls me into dance more, goofy and all two left feet as he moves. His hips even sway, guiding me against him and laughing in my ear in a way that causes my heart to hammer against my ribs, my left hand finding his bicep while my right arm wraps around his shoulders.

It’s care free and probably will be embarrassing to think about. I can imagine at least one camera has found him and is recording the big time hockey player at a local bar in Toronto, dancing with some random girl, and I can already see the tweets to come. I know his fans will be losing their absolute minds, and there will be some nasty comments. But the feeling of his arms, his voice low as he mutters along to the rap song in my ear has me laughing so hard my knees are tempted to buckle and collapse into him in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. It’s stupid, but it is the most at peace I’ve felt in a while.

I don’t know what possesses me to do it—maybe it’s the liquor, or just the moment, but I pull him back slightly and he lets out a soft hum of acknowledgement with an inquisitive raise of his brows.

“I adore you!” I suddenly announce over the music.

“What?!”

I pull him in, mouth by his ear as I repeat it—softer this time, “I adore you.”

[error-elf-206]

So I spent all day redrawing This scene I found form the besin fight with my smoky skywalker au (still working out the rest of them, But luke is down! :D) but I've also seen a bunch of awesome sw daemon aus and I wanted to try my hand at lukes because i draw noone else aparently and also couldnt find anyone elses ideas for my boy so :)

(explanation of thought processes under cut lmao)

I've seen alot of peoples au's only use only real animals, and IDK a lot about TGC or really the 'rules' of the au but I was thinking A. about how vader is drawn as a dragon a lot but I've never seen luke as one, B. Luke with a daemon he could fly with would be Sick As Fuck, B.b and would really nail in the sky in skywalkers, (B.B and I am a sucker for some weird as force skywalkers) and C. it would be a really intresting metaphor for his inabliy to fit in anywhere (autism) and how hes idolised (and isolated for that) in canon (the jedi-force stuff(also autism)) if with Representation of his soul PHISICALLY couldn't fit in a lot of place because its Too Big, (B+C a big deomon is in no way fitting in a x-wing so it Better fly lmao) and then D. I started thinking about luke anikin parrallels (i'm a jedi like my father befor me) and how sick i'd be if they had the same creature and then E. I realised i can't draw dragons. F. SO THEN I THOUGH ABOUT DINOSAURES. and how the idea of dragons came form dinosaur skelitons and figured it'd still be sick as fuck (and maybe stick to the realism rule a little better) the G. I can't draw dinosaurs either (It's the wings. why are they smooth) BUT BUT H. dinosaurs Have(d) feathers, its just a new discovery not shown in media a lot because Big big birds arnt as scary aparrently I. SO Obviously I have to give luke a REALLY big bird deamon that's based of dinosaurs (pterodactyl but idt they had as much fluff but what do you know, what do I care.) J. AND THEN thematics demands I make vaders deamon a dinosaur that lost Its feathers (and limbs or maybe just muscle mass ?) on mustafar AND THEREFOR LOOKS LIKE AN (expected) dinosaur/dragon the SAME WAY vader cuts such a terrifying sillotte bc of the suit.

I also wanted to give em like a kyber crest or something bc 'a kyber is a heart of a jedi' but it detracted from Birb so I'm experementing with kyber-looking prosthetic feathers to match lukes arm (and that one comic about the Boys(sw) regrowing their limbs in the force dimension that is just so super cool)

still thinking about timeline and feather maturece (The Birb darkening with lukes hair after tattooine FE) and when his form should even settle (after/as obiwan tells him about anikin probebly? but that would mean the larrs never see lukes settled form and IDK about that angst rn)

anyways the far more important part for me to figure out is Leia's and padme's Obviously. my mind keeps saying padme as a peacock (beautiful, regal, fashionable, flightless, mostly kept of decoration in captivity, though often also used as a sign of devinity, The Absolute Best Bird Of All Time So Says Me ANd Reason And Logic. and big enough to not look ridiculous next to anikin's massive fucking thing.) and think that's an idea from someone elses au but its like 1am for me rn and I cant think of who right now.

I've only got loose ends for leias though right now and thats a TRAVESTY I will be fixing.

[smalltimidbean]

Ever-increasing urge to make an animatic again

But also I don't know how to do that

[shima-draws]

Actually curious as to what people’s general opinion of Ozbert is in this year of 2023. Does shipping them equate to getting hashtag cancelled? Are they still The OTP of the series?? Or are they strictly Platonic Besties For Life. I do not know

It’s weird tho bc obviously if you’ve read the manga you KNOW their situation is very Complicated™️. When they were both the same age it was fine but then Oz got yeeted into the Abyss and time jumped 10 years forward while he was in there for like 3 days and suddenly Gil’s like. 9 years older than him. But then Uncle Oscar still classifies Oz as being 25 even tho he’s physically 15. And then we find out that Oz’s body isn’t even HIS it belongs to Jack so that’s messed up. AND we find out Gil’s actually not just 24 he’s OVER 100 years old bc Baskerville shit. And THEN we find out Oz is actually the true B Rabbit so that makes it so he’s probably even older than Gil is. When we get to the end of the series they’re both canonically confirmed to be hundred(s) of years old so I’m sitting here like. Well,

ALSO looking at these manga panels and official artworks and stuff from the anime I’m like

Well, there’s definitely SOMETHING going on there, that’s for sure,

[sanchoyo]

tomorrow is my birthdaaaaay

the thing I would like the most is if ppl would read my webcomic ! and maybe leave a nice comment while you're there 🤲

it is a tokyo mew mew spinoff- a nextgen to be exact- following Ichigo and Masaya's daughter who really really wants to be a Magical Girl, along with her team, a rogue alien named Persimmon who is..kind of bad at doing a lot of the alien stuff like flying and teleporting, and a robot named Aqua built by Shirogane who is strong but not very good with common sense or social stuff. the girls are up against the original alien species who are lead by Queen, the new ruler who covets Earth after their planet was invaded by space bugs. She is taking a year within the ship to decide how best to eliminate all humans- so they have only a year to stop her- and Mira's magical girl form is unstable due to her animal DNA not being a fit for her, barely being held together with mew aqua. So there's a sense of Time Running out.

It explores a lot of things the original didn't touch on as much as I would've liked, like mew aqua, more about chimera anima, and also has a theme of family (and found family, but also just weird family dynamics in general) and weird relationships between clumsy teenage girls trying to figure themselves out and confronting the future together. If I had to slot it into a genre it would be mahou shoujo, with elements of scifi/fantasy, adventure, and very mild mystery/horror! It has been in the works for 10+ years in my brain! something fun is seeing the improvement just between ch 1- and where we are now!

There's also a bunch of fun stuff on the site that I worked hard to add like a gallery, newsletter, about page with some Swag, etc...(there's a more concise plot summary on the about page, actually, lol)

I'm not sure how comprehensible it is if you haven't read/watched tmm...but I hope tmm fans can enjoy it! It's aimed at a small demographic within an already kinda small fandom, so literally every nice comment about it makes me sooo happy 🥺

It's been going a little over a year now and I update weekly (weekly updates are posted on @tokyomiracle and post art of it on my art blog under the tm2 tag @sanchoyoscribbles :))

read it here!

[liquidstar]

honestly does anyone else think that the what:if routes are perhaps telling us that some sort of collision between subaru and reinhard is just inevitable in nearly every route

[pikkish]

idk if this is a good prompt but put doomguy in myhouse.wad I think he would find it enriching

Right, so I've been mulling on this one for a little bit now, n I'm not opposed to writing something for you, I'm just not... entirely sure what to write? Because the thing is, myhouse.wad doesn't actually really have anything to do with Doom as a story. Sure, Doom is important in that it's the vessel through which the story is told and one of the connections between the narrator and his dead companion. But as far as Doom itself goes, and the story about a man who was too angry/stupid to die, fighting demons and saving earth, none of that is at all relevant to myhouse.wad and its story. For all intents and purposes, Doomguy isn't actually a character in myhouse.wad. So I'm not really sure how exactly to fit him in there.

[daisywords]

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[keeps-ache]

goofy au time 🎉💥 [shotgun character belongs to @euclid-dragon !!]

[loumauve]

in other news: doctors (of the psychiatric variety) and therapists love me. got invited to participate in yet another study lol

[martinskiseyes]

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[cowboy-robooty]

not going to name names bc thats messed up but omfg i was tryna find records of old heta fandom shit to show inu right and i found a hetalia iceberg and I SAW MY 2019 OPP ON THERE. IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE MY EYES BULGED OUT OF MY SKULL BECAUSE IM NOT EVEN JOKING I HATED THIS BITCH SO MUCH WHEN I WAS 14 AND NGL I STILL HATE HER. I DIDNT SAY NOTHING AND KEPT CURTIOUS AND NORMAL OBVIOUSLY BUT ON THE INSIDE I WANTED HER ASS DEAD EVERYDAY AND WELL... you all know im never in the loop with things and had no fucking clue that she was just the antichrist for an entire group of people lol. SHE WAS MY ANTICHRIST THO. I HATED HER AND SHE HATED ME OKAY AND IM LIKE RODF SEEING HOW SHES ON THE FUCKING HETALIA ICEBERG I WAS LIKE OMG.... I THOUGHT ONLY I FUCKING DESPISED HER

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[waywardsalt]

bellum probably wouldnt know how to kiss