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please eradicate my existence
#blooming season#webtoon#post harbor#the little trashmaid#webtoon canvas#jacksons diary#YES I KNOW JACKSONS DIARY IS NOT NOT POPULAR AND ITS NLT A CANVAS#but LITERALLY NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT EXCEPT ON WEBTOON ITSELF#sO IM STILL TAGGING IT#meme#also please if you read some of these webtoons please talk to me im desparate#these webtoons give me more than half the joy i experience these days#and most of them are pretty short and dusjididis#blooming season webtoon#adding a new tag#the last dimension#YES ITS ANOTHER ORIGINAL#but i really cant find any communities to talk to ATGHHH#my art#ghost eyes webtoon#webtoon ghost eyes#ghost eyes
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Them, your honor
Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest
#tloz#princess zelda#link#echoes of wisdom#echoes of wisdom spoilers#eow#art#my art#redesign#loz redesigns round 2#listen i dont know where based link came from i just thought it was funny how shocked everyone looked at the end of the game#i did originally have the flynn poster thing as a funny page option but everybody else has already done it now lol#you know she went to lueburry and link 2 minutes after the game and got herself another sweet cloak#i like to think stamps do indeed take off and its 98% zeldas fault#but yes zelda gets to be the protag of this game due to having an actual loving father#sorry wild zelda lol#but yes outfits are vaguely st-r wars inspired#idk if that comes through or not
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swirl
#art#my art#animecore#digital illustration#original#2000s#digital#yes... its another wip#i promise ill finish something. someday. when i dont have art block </3
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in another universe
#blood cw#mine.art#kings smp#lssmp#princezam#minutetech#mapicc#got too lazy to shade anything lol#unsure if its clear but zam stabbing his neck would mean stabbing minutes heart as well#and it unfortunately cant be seen from the angle but k!minute has a black hairtie and k!mapicc's bandana is tied on his crown at the back#minute's chain is on his jacket button but it cant be seen cause hes all black#jepexx also got himself a chain after joining kom so that he could match with the others + look cool#but all it did was make zam think he looked like a dog lol#ls!zams gold thingy on his right eye is just make up not another scar#and yes he does use blood as lipstick#minute is a draconian which is an enddweller#i was originally gonna make him an angel but angels are out of bounders aka eldritch beings in my lore#and i really wanted him to be an enddweller so i scrapped that idea
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If you understand that, I am sorry.
I’ve been sitting on this for like a year because it was a kickoff for a larger au/story. however. I waited so long that I’ve changed the actual story, and Giratina isn’t even involved anymore. I really like this anyways unfinished as it is.
This is LAST TRAINS HOME, which in the original draft was essentially “Emmet makes a deal with the devil to bring Ingo home, Ingo just wants to go back to Hisui because He Lives There”. The current draft has more nuance than that now (and jirachi is involved) and it may become a full fancomic one day.
#last trains home au#and yes that is implied highlandshipping right there which is another early draft lth exclusive#along with the sorta-religious imagery/tones. its moved away from that now#the original draft was also. very harsh on Emmet. which I didn't like and was a big part of why I rewrote it.#submas#digital#emmet#ingo
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and so teruhashi sadly died right there </3
randomly had the idea and HAD to draw it up rq (inspired by the socks i wore out today. yes the bear ears are 3d. its adorable) (*´ェ`*)
#is this even in character? idk. if you interpret them as a gift from his mom then i think yes#but also the thought of kusuo secretly liking cute fluffy things gives me LIFE#i mean kusuke seems to really like cats. maybe its hereditary (but nerfed cause of the xray vision)#rip cat person kusuo </3 maybe in another life#original comic#tdlosk#saiki k#teruhashi kokomi#saiteru#dirtbag's saiki k vault >:)
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professor Basildere Valtin of Old Sharlayan
close up and linework cause I like it
#ive wanted to redraw this piece but couldnt decide if I want to draw Erwan Hojo or EvenKH#ended up with another old man of mine#ffxiv#oc#original character#elezen#ff14#leyendecker#artists on tumblr#illustration#the fastest leyendecker redraw ever its more like a sketch tbh time spent on Teams meeting didnt go to waste LOL#my creepy art#Basildere#YES I FORGOT TO DRAW THE MAP SO I COPY PASTED IT LOL
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Porcelain Steve - Part 7
Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six🦇Part Seven🦇Part Eight🦇Part Nine
((TW for this part; period typical slurs and internalized homophobia. Read the tags before clicking readmore if you want the details))
Steve has been a porcelain doll for seven weeks when disaster strikes.
"What is that," Jeff says, because even though the words are in an order which would suggest that it's a question, the tone of voice Jeff uses decidedly is not questioning.
"What is whaaa-AH! Nothing! It's nothing!" Eddie, who was torso deep into his closet throwing things around to find his backup amp cord, turns to look at what Jeff was talking about, and is now launching himself across his room to stand between Jeff and Porcelain Steve. Porcelain Steve, who Eddie had lain on his bed, propped slightly on a pillow, headphones carefully perched on his little head, hooked to a cassette player currently playing the first hour of last week's Top 40 countdown that Eddie had taped for him (all three hours of it, leaving out the chatter of the radio show host. He'd had to use two tapes to get it all).
"Nothing sure looks a lot like a doll in headphones, Munson," Jeff has an amazing poker face but Eddie's certain he can see a bit of judgement underneath the carefully blank expression Jeff is wearing.
"I don't know what you're talking abo- hey! Hey, no, no, don't!" Eddie tries to bodily block Jeff when he moves forward and the two end up wrestling, a match that Eddie almost wins, if not for the hazard that is his messy room. He gets Jeff walked almost to the door before he steps wrong on something, ankle rolling and sending him down sideways. He clutches at Jeff but can't make purchase and Jeff, the bastard, does fuck-all to try and catch him. Instead, Jeff leaps out of arm's length, then lunges onto the bed as Eddie collapses to his floor.
Eddie frantically tries to stand and, in his haste, ends up with his feet tangled in a pile of dirty laundry and that sends him crashing down again, this time forward onto his hands and knees, so he gives up on standing and crawls the few short feet to the bed, finally looking up to see that the damage has been done.
Jeff has picked up Steve, holding him inches from his own face, eyes squinted in suspicion. Eddie is frozen, horrified and afraid, and can't bring himself to do anything as Jeff examines Steve closely, turning him around, poking his torso, flipping him upside down to examine his shoes more thoroughly. It's only when Jeff reached for the shirt, pinching the hem of it between two fingers that Eddie kicks back into action.
He lunges up, one knee on the bed, leaning over to grab Steve and yank him from Jeff's grip. His first instinct is to throw Steve over his shoulder, out of sight out of mind mentality, but as soon as he does, he realizes his mistake and twists, lunging to catch Steve in midair. He does manage to catch Steve, but it sends him bouncing off his dresser and almost back to the floor before he manager to regain his balance, where he proceeds to cradle Steve to his chest, which is heaving from the adrenaline, wrestling match, and subsequent dive after Steve.
Jeff is giving him a concerned look but something else piques his interest; Jeff reaches over and picks up the headphones, holding them up to one ear. His face goes through every emotion a human could possibly experience in less than fifteen seconds as he listens to whatever track was at the forty-ish minute mark on the Top 40 countdown.
Slowly, Jeff lowers the headphones, letting them drop to the bed before he gives Eddie a new, more judgmental, yet infinitely more concerned, look. "Eddie. What. The fuck."
Honestly, he's not sure there's anything he can say in response.
"Why- I don't... are you okay, man?" Jeff sounds both scared for Eddie, and scared of him, at the same time.
"I'm fine," Eddie manages to squeak out.
"Eddie," Jeff says seriously, "this is not fine. This is- this is insane behavior. You know that, right?"
"I've no idea what you mean," Eddie doesn't even know what he's defending himself from but his default response to anything is to defend himself. He grips Steve tightly around the torso with one hand and then moves both his hands to be behind his back so Jeff will stop staring at Steve.
"I mean this fuckin' insane shrine you have dedicated to Steve fucking Harrington. How did you even get a doll that looks like him. Did you- did you make that?"
Fuck. Holy fuck. What can he say to defend himself here? Is there a single way for him to come out of this not sounding deranged? If he agrees, let's Jeff's drawn conclusion be the truth, then that's all but confirmation to Steve about his big fat crush, so when Steve's back to being Steve he'll never look at Eddie again. Jeff might think he needs mental help, but he'll be here for Eddie. If he tries to deny the accusation, then he'll need an explanation. He'll have to tell Jeff something that make him seem less like a creepy stalker, but what? He can't tell the truth, not without letting everyone know he's going to tell Jeff. There's a whole other secret he'd have to let out to even have a chance of Jeff believing him.
Jeff must take his silence for acceptance or guilt, because he's speaking again. "I.... man, this is not healthy. Please tell me you aren't, like, hoarding a lock of his hair or his clothes or something."
Involuntarily, damningly, his eyes dart to the closet, where several of Steve's sweaters hang from when he'd borrowed them and never returned them. And it's not like Steve doesn't have several of Eddie's own articles of clothing, like his battle vest and a few shirts. But Jeff doesn't know they easily, willingly, swap clothes, so his eyes go wide and dart towards the closet, as if he can pick out which pieces belong to Steve on sight.
Actually, he probably can.
"This really isn't what it looks like," Eddie says because he has to say something. Being silent is too incriminating.
"I don't think you're aware of what this looks like," Jeff says, wiggling himself off of Eddie's bed to stand at the foot of it. "Of all the boys in Hawkins.... I knew you liked Steve but this is.... creepy. That doll looks so much like him that I recognized it. Does Steve know you're in love with him, or is this like a way to process your crush without having to-"
"Jeff!" Eddie yells, mortified. He can feel his whole face heat up, knows he must be bright red. Because Jeff just said, out loud and for Steve to hear, the thing that Eddie very much hasn't even said out loud to himself, even if he knows how he feels deep down.
Jeff must know he's overstepped some invisible boundary he wasn't even aware of because his face immediately shows regret. He takes a step forward and Eddie takes a step back.
Immediately, Jeff stops his forward momentum. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."
When Eddie answers, his voice sounds like he's been eating gravel, "Just, can you go wait in the living room? I'll be right out, and we can talk, or whatever, but can you just..."
A nod, and then Jeff is gone, closing the door behind him.
With shaking hands, Eddie brings Steve back to the front of him. Looks down at him. He's not even aware he's crying until he watches his tears mark Steve's tiny polo. He can't keep holding Steve. Can't keep looking at him. Not when- not when his best friend just outed him in the worst way possible. And Eddie can't even be upset or hurt about it because Jeff didn't know. He's teased Eddie about his crushes before, and in the safety of his own room, there was no reason for Jeff to have to watch what he was saying.
Even knowing that Steve is okay with Robin, loves her anyway, without the ability to confirm that Steve doesn't hate him right now, Eddie's going to freak out. But he can't. Jeff is waiting in the living room, and the band is waiting back at Gareth's. This was just- they were supposed to just grab the amp cable and get back, a fifteen-minute job at most, and now.
Now Eddie is staring down at Steve, willing himself to not have a panic attack.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have heard it like that, it s-should have come from me. It should- you-I'm sorry," Eddie gently underhand throws Steve onto the center of the bed. He lands face up and Eddie sinks to the floor because he can't stand anymore, and he can't really breath.
Steve knows Eddie's a fucking faggot now, and that he wants Steve, and there's no way he'll get to keep the friendship they had before this. There's no universe in which Steve isn't creeped out by this information. There has never been an instance where a straight boy found out about his crush on them and didn't abandon him. Not always cruelly, he'll admit. He's had friends that learned and just... slid from his life with no words and no fuss. Eddie just never spoke to them again because they never came back around, but they also never outed him.
That's what will happen with him and Steve. He'll quit inviting Eddie around, or calling when he's bored, and eventually it will get to the point that Eddie only sees him at BBQ's that Joyce drags him to.
Fuck. FUCK!
He's not sure how long he's on the floor but eventually, he finds the will to get back up and resume digging through his closet to find the amp cord. It doesn't take long, he was ridiculously close to finding it earlier, it seems.
Before leaving his room, he picks back up the cassette player and headphones. Silence comes from them, so he pops the tape out before flipping it to the B side and popping it back in. He puts the headphones around Steve's head again and presses play, doing his best to not actually look at Steve. He'll just have another breakdown if he does.
He trudges out of his room, closing the door behind himself before taking the short walk to the living room, where Jeff waiting on the couch, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes faraway as he stares towards the wall in front of him.
"Hey," Eddie says, to get his attention.
"Hey," Jeff says, sitting up straight and turning towards Eddie. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the fucking psycho here," he sighs, leaning sideways against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest, hand clutching at the amp cord just for something to ground him.
"Forget that, whatever I did, or said, or whatever, you were- when you yelled my name. You looked terrified. Of me," Jeff almost whispers the last sentence, and if not for the stark silence in the trailer, Eddie wouldn't have heard.
"Not of you, Jeff," Eddie whispers back, but his voice doesn't stay quiet because 'quiet' isn't a thing Eddie does easily or often. "Of... of myself, and these- of how I feel- I'm a goddamned faggot and now that Ste- when Steve finds out I'll lose him! Like I've lost every fucking person who ever even suspected I was a fuckin' queer!"
Silence stretches between them, enough to make Eddie fidget, dropping his crossed arms to twist the amp cord about anxiously with both his hands.
"Look, man, I don't know what's, like, the appropriate thing to say so I'm just going for the honest thing. You got me. You'll never lose me. And all those other assholes that you think you lost? You're wrong. They lost you. And if Steve Harrington is gonna be another one of those, then you aren't losing him. 'Cause he was never really in your corner to begin with."
If this were anyone else, with the exception of his uncle, he would be able to hold it together better. But it's Jeff. His best friend. Who never believed Eddie committed unspeakable horrors over Spring Break last year. Who didn't question the strange, new friends he suddenly had afterwards; who accepted as the only explanation a softly spoken 'they saved me' and that was enough. Who had said 'ok, cool' in response to Eddie telling him he was gay, years ago now, and continued trying to find out if Eddie had a secret relationship, switching girlfriend for boyfriend like it wasn't a big deal (Eddie did not have a secret relationship; his good mood that week was the result of snooping for his birthday present and finding the guitar hidden under his uncle bed).
It's Jeff. So, Eddie does the most metal, manly thing he can and bursts into tears, blindly reaching for Jeff and pulling him off the couch so he can bear hug him and sob into his shirt.
"There, there, you big baby," Jeff rubs his back soothingly, "let it out. Then pull your sorry ass together, because Gareth and Brian are going to think we died in a car crash on the way here if we take much longer."
"Ah, fuck," Eddie manager to say around the sniffling he's trying to get control of, "you're right."
"You good, though?"
"Uh, I will be."
Jeff nods and steps back. "How about this. We go to practice, and then you can come to my place tonight and we can like, hangout and talk. If that's what you want."
He's already nodding as he says, "yeah. That would be good. I- uh, I have something to do after practice, but yeah, after that I'll come over."
Eddie tosses the amp cable to Jeff after they climb into the van and head off.
Halfway there, Jeff says, "you know Gareth and Brian are in your corner, too. If you ever feel like telling them one day."
"One day," Eddie agrees, "but today has already been... a lot."
Practice goes well, with some ribbing for their tardiness allowed. If Gareth and Brian notice Eddie's been crying recently, they keep it to themselves. Which is good, because Eddie cannot handle one more thing today.
A promise to meet up with Jeff later and Eddie's back home.
Back to where he left Steve, who will be laying in silence on his bed because it's been well over two hours since he and Jeff left, and the tape only held an hours' worth of music on each side. Back to the nightmare of not knowing if Steve hates him now, or if Eddie's, and this is the most likely scenario, being a bit overdramatic.
His uncle is home, so he greets him, asks after his day, gets told dinner is Fend For Yourself Night (which just means leftovers or a TV dinner), and gets asked about Steve. Because of course he does.
"You sure he went on a vacation willingly with those parents of his, and he ain't actually kidnapped and trapped somewhere?"
That's a little bit too true. If only Wayne knew. "Well, no. I'm not sure. All I know is what he said when he left."
Wayne gives him a look. One Eddie is used to seeing, that says 'I know more than you think but I'm waiting for you to tell me' and Eddie's a little afraid of what Wayne thinks he knows. So, instead of prying that box open, Eddie just says he's tired and goes to his room.
Steve is exactly where Eddie left him.
Suddenly, without reason or logic, Eddie is angry. He's so pissed at Steve for being gone for this long. For having transformed in the first place. For not being able to assure him they'll still be friends, regardless of Eddie's stupid crush.
He snatches Steve off the bed, hand clamping around one of Steve's arms and his torso so he can hold him up with one hand. Steve's face, permanently stuck into a blank expression, looks back. Even knowing that Steve sees and hears through this thing, Eddie's so angry at the doll. If Steve hadn't been turned into this stupid thing, if Eddie wasn't so helplessly in love with him, this wouldn't have happened. Eddie could have taken his own time telling Steve, instead of hearing his deepest secret spilled easily from Jeff's lips. Instead of this not knowing what Steve is thinking, or how he feels. Is he recoiling in disgust at the fact Eddie's making him look at his face? Or is Eddie being awarded the same kindness as Robin, a quiet acceptance that won't change their friendship?
Eddie doesn't know that answer and he hates it.
He's so angry with himself because he should know better. He's forcing his own insecurities onto Steve, about acceptance and caring, when nothing Steve's done since they've become friends is prove that he'll always be Eddie's friend and not even the apocalypse could change that.
"I'm going to hang out with Jeff, so you're gonna be alone a bit longer. Or maybe I should drop you off at Robin's when I go," Eddie goes to toss Steve back on the bed when something pinches his palm. It's a startling sharp pain, quick to fade, but it's surprising enough for Eddie to let go.
Eddie watches, horrified, as he falls to the floor. He twists in the air, landing with a dull thump and cracking sound on his left arm before falling onto his back.
"Shit. Shit! Fuck, Steve, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Eddie is crouched, already in the process of reaching for Steve when he freezes.
There is a crack on Steve's left arm, a line that starts above his elbow on the inside of his arm and runs down and across his arm to his hand, where Steve's pinky finger is gone. Looking slightly to the side, Eddie can see the small porcelain piece that Steve is missing laying on the ground next to him. Eddie's own hand is hovering in the air above Steve, shaking.
This can't be- how did- Eddie wracks his brain. Was the crack there already? Did Eddie cause the crack when he bounced off his dresser earlier? When did it happen? Does that fucking matter when it's Eddie who broke a piece off him? If Steve didn't hate him before, he's got to now. Eddie doesn't have time to panic about this, he's got to- El. El can talk to Steve. Find out if he's okay. What if breaking him-
Eddie launches himself up and to his dresser, grabbing at the Walkie up there. He pulls the antenna up, clicks it on and tries not to actually shout as he says, "Code Red! Code fucking Red!" He lets off the talk button, counts to seven in his head, enough time, he reasons, for someone to respond before he repeats the process. "Code Red!! Code Red!"
He repeats this process for three minutes with no response. Where the fuck is everyone!? How is he supposed to- Oh! The phone!
He tears down the hall and to the phone. He must look a right state, because Wayne looks very concerned and is halfway to standing up when Eddie gets to the phone beside him. He yanks the phone up and dials the number for the Byers-Hopper household, holding up a shaking finger to Wayne, a silent plea to give him a moment.
It rings and rings and rings before the answering machine kicks in. Eddie presses down on the disconnect button before dialing the Wheelers' number next.
"Hello?"
"Mike! Code Red! Where the fuck is everyone and why aren't they answering!?"
"What?"
"Code Red! Where's Nancy. Put Nancy on."
"Dude, slow down, what's-"
"I broke St-it. I broke it and someone needs to get El here now. Code Red does not mean ask questions, Mike! It means Code. Fucking. Red."
"Shit, shit, right! I'll get Nancy and we'll get everyone- just- we'll be there soon."
Eddie slams the phone down and has to meet his uncle's eye now.
"Eddie. What is goin' on?"
Eddie inhales a breath and can feel his lower lip quivering. "It's- can we talk about it later? I promise I'm not the one hurt, or in trouble, or- it's not me, ok. I just-"
"Yer shakin' like a leaf boy. What's got you so spooked?"
Eddie just shakes his head and flees back to his room, slamming the door shut between him and his uncle. He can't bring himself to cross the room to Steve. He slides himself down the door to sit on the floor, pulling his knees up to hug.
"I'm so sorry, Steve. I'm sorry."
#steddie#my fic#porcelain steve#TW: Eddie calls himself a faggot and he means it in a bad way#did I make a playlist on spotify w/ Top 40 songs for June 21-27 1987 so id know how many tapes eddie had to use to record it?#yes. its 2 tapes fyi‚ using side A and B of one. a total of 2h54m. in my defense it was a writers block activity.#couldnt figure out what to have jeff say to comfort eddie that was in character and era-appropriate so... playlist it was!#if i were titling these parts this would be Eddie's No Good‚ Very Bad‚ Terrible‚ Horrible Day#I mean... he's had worse days (Spring Break '86) but this is up there for him#also back to back updates!? who am i??? but don't expect another one too soon#i started this one as part 6 originally but decided i wanted a more lighthearted piece first#so i wrote like 2/3 of this before writing what i posted for part 6 so finishing this was quick
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Moors Tup now available for preorder! Based on a folk custom similar to Mari Lwyd though featuring a rams head instead!
#fr skins and accents#flight rising#the original custom- old tup or derby tup- often features a wooden head instead of a real skull#so i changed the name up a lil bit- moors for the real skull and flowers#fun fact tup is another word for ram! it just means sheep of the moorlands bdsjbfjds#and yes this is why i was asking about moors as a word- had no idea its not a common concept
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some inspiring words from my newest radioapple draft
#look i cant really do tags on my phone properly so i just put random shit so it could save#yes i am making another#its not a crackfic this time i swear#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fic#fic wip#is a strong word#alastor#lucifer morningstar#radioapple#radioapple fic#The Radio Demon and the Rose#< is the name#you wouldnt know this cuz i havent posted enough but i LOVE using alliteration for titles#its either that song lyrics or a play on popular sayings#im a nerd like that#debs is a yapper#not enough creative shit for the artist tag#debs is an original poster
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Please acknowledge Bleakwatch Chronicles, Tinker Bell and the Lost City. I understand that BW chronicles may not have as much fans and are turned off by the art style. Also the author never posted (Zack Loran Clark) much promo for the book unlike Allison, nor mentioned anything about DF on his IG page. It is intended for a younger audience. However, I am much more excited for this book as it pertains to the movie universe. So please, just clap if you believe if you will.
As this is the first book to come out since 2017 that is labeled as "Disney Fairies" and the second spinoff- like this is important. You don't have to buy the book or give it the free promotion, but acknowledge the existence of it at least. WoS is not labeled as DF, if it matters.
Here are some of the reasons why I am more excited for Bleakwatch Chronicles than I am for Wings of Starlight by Allison Saft (Clarion x Milori YA Novel):
It's a post canon story implied to take reference to the cancelled Tinker Academy movie where TB goes to study at the Tinker Academy on the mainland. The art seems like they took references especially when directly compared to the concept art. WoS is a backstory.
It releases first, BWC releases in November 2024 and WoS releases in Feb.
It seems like more of original concept to me, literally because of the new concepts like the Flutterpunks and the implied secret cities of the Bleakwatch and Clockwork Capital.
New characters like Quin and Ozwald will be joining TB on this journey.
It expands on a old concept, and tweaks it in a way that makes more sense. IMO, an idea like a Tinker Academy seems to hold less weight because before the events of Tinker Bell fairies couldn't go to the mainland to spread nature, and it's implied they always stay. It is also implied in GFR that Tinker fairies don't typically go to the mainland even if TB's inventions help them in the intensive summer season (the song implies that's why she's there- it's implied in the first movie she goes there whenever she has a job) Vidia is dismayed by this and says "this is why Tinker fairies don't go to the mainland" whilst TB is checking out the car. In a deleted storyboard for Tinker Academy it is implied that it is a prestigious academy that FM gets into before the events of Tinker Bell, yet to me the idea of underground London tinkers makes more sense to me than the academy. Think about it, it's implied that TB and FM are some of the most brilliant Tinkers in pixie hollow and yet the Tinker population is small. (only Clank and Bobble greet her and we see no one in green outfits) Why do you think that is? I personally like the idea of rogue Tinkers who would scavenge on the mainland for parts and self-exile themselves from Pixie Hollow. It explains why FM calls the lost things junk, if the difference in mindset between the mainland tinkers and the pixie hollow tinkers was that the mainland Tinkers are considered "scraps" (get it) while the PH tinkers are considered more put together and community driven. It makes sense that TB being a brilliant Tinker that outshines even Vidia gets such an audience if brilliant Tinkers do not normally last in PH because they are seen as too curious and ambitious, opting to start their own community of outcast Tinkers in the mainland. Vidia's talent switch in The Pirate Fairy also implies that Tinkers have the gift of thought, and literally think differently (regardless of personality) then their non-tinker peers because it's their talent. There is much potential for this storyline as it adds more nuance to the Tinker Bell movie and the dynamic between the nature and non nature talents, something I think it would benefit from. It makes a lot of sense if the edgier steampunk designs came from a secret Tinker counterculture and not a secret academy imo.
The implication of this book suggest revitalizing the Disney Fairies franchise, possibly not just as a "brand". Not sure what that could mean but it's interesting
IMO, Wings of Starlight has more of a "booktok" vibe I'm getting from it. I'm not just saying that because it's YA, but given the (beautiful) cover design it feels more targeted for what Disney thinks grown fans of Disney Fairies might like based on whatever market research was done (and you know it was). WoS has been receiving better marketing and there are people out here that don't even know two books exist. I'm not saying the book looks lazy, slapped together, or unoriginal- or it will just be corporate and bland, I mean I'm a Disney Fairies fan I don't believe that everything is corporate greed lol and like to see creativity in the "unexpected". But I hope that future Disney Fairies books won't just be going for what is "trendy" to reel people in and instead invest in creative storytelling *in general*, in other words I hope they keep concepts and genres broad and inclusive enough so we have the potential for more creative stories. Not just expanded stories on specific characters and stories like the Twisted Tales series, or sticking to specific genres for this specific niche audience in a way that feels too specific. I feel like there has to be some sort of balance struck, or DF may be a little stuck for a while and may still have "missed potential".
On expanded stories, like I said, Disney has done a lot of that and there is an audience for that. However, I prefer the idea of post canon more than a backstory or expansion. From what I know, we know some details of the Milarion backstory and it will be adding more layers and expanding on the dynamics of the existing characters, where the new book seems to be more lore driven in focus.
I don't like Secret of the Wings that much in terms of lore as a lore fanatic. I feel like this book could also retcon other things when possibly trying to explain things that make sense in SOTW. If BWC is good, I can imagine myself thinking about it more after it releases but I can just imagine myself thinking more of how I felt and my emotional reaction after WoS with fading interest afterward, it just sort of feels like the book could resonate with me more y'know? and I got a pretty good gut feeling for that sort of thing.
Underdog bias, just acknowledge it's existence. Do that with the NG graphic novels from 2022, heck the whole Never Girls series. Do that with the whole DF franchise if you are new here somehow. That's it, that's the post.
The mystery. What is the mysterious pocketwatch and who's on the cover?
Copy and pasted plot summary- Tinker Bell loves nothing more than solving a problem. For her, red buttons demand to be pushed, treasure maps need to be followed, and lost things ought to be found. So when a strange fairy crash lands in Pixie Hollow and leaves Tinker Bell two clues to find a mysterious necklace on the Mainland, she really doesn’t have a choice but to help. However, her journey takes an unexpected turn when she discovers a hidden city of fairies living below the streets of London.
In this city called Bleakwatch, she’ll meet the Flutterpunks, the most infamous band of trinket scavengers around. Helping her may just give them their biggest score yet. But when the Flutterpunks’ plan goes haywire, they’ll be forced to choose between a big payday or saving their new friend.
When their adventure takes them inside the glittering Clockwork Capital, Tinker Bell and the Flutterpunks will uncover a villainous secret that threatens all the fairies in Bleakwatch. It turns out there’s more at stake than just finding a missing necklace, and it’ll be up to Tinker Bell to set things right. Luckily, that’s what tinker fairies do best!
#disney fairies#bleakwatch chronicles#bleakwatch chronicles: tink and the lost city#tinker academy#never girls#tink#quin#ozwald#wings of starlight#underrated disney fairies media#opinion#dessa's thoughts#long post#text post#yes something can be underrated before it even comes out i will stand on that hill even if its just me and another mutual#also i just dont really like “what if” stories#like this might be an unpopular opinon considering how much peter pan fans follow but i could care less about tink meets peter as a df fan#there was this weird promo(?) from the disney23 convention of tb and the “unknown season” and i would much prefer it to tmp as the 8th#like i want more to a tb movie than a origin story if you couldnt tell like a lorey b plot- based in more than “how did this come to be”#it was this weird blurry photo and it said it releases in 2020#like what???#think it might have been linked to the christmasy elena and olivia art#milarion#secret of the wings#discussions: df franchise#tinker bell#gfr#great fairy rescue#clarion#lord milori
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new stickers 💖 all the red on kris + their sword is holographic
#deltarune#kris#kris dreemurr#valentines day#character design#original character#stickers#lovecore#vinyl stickers#etsy#etsy shop#small business#pinup#art#yes even their hair and eye highlights. i am very impressed with stickerapp's precision#also these are Matte stickers so they feel like flower petals#i bought a sticker from another artist who uses this company and its been over a year and i cant stop touching it#its Sooooft#its velvety....#if you like good textures you should buy one of these#also they're super durable. slap these bitches on your car#or on a mug! i cannot sell mugs due to weight and equipment reasons but you can buy my stickers#and slap them on a blank mug yourself!!!#plug to survive plug to survive plug to survive p
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Thinking thoughts again guys.
Thinking about Ganke (42)
More SPECIFICALLY thinking about Ganke as Doc Oct. Or at least, a variant.
I MEAN COME ON!!! TRYING TO GET ACROSS DIMENSIONS?? STUDYING THAT SHIT? That may be more of a 1610 Miles thing but I like to think that both Ganke"s are REALLY interested in it too. Or at least 42 is.
I feel like with the way their world is too, 42 Ganke is more likely to get a position at Alchemax. At the very LEAST for their science and tech and ease of access to stuff for his own projects.
But like. Come on. Look at him.
I just wanted to show that picture...
Assuming we know nothing(or little) about this Ganke's parents, is it too daring to think that, perhamps, his mother is Doc Oct? Or father, if we're being different. Just A PARENT in general?
And maybe I just like projecting onto them, but also maybe like... do you see what I'm getting at. Her ass probably hates kids. And isn't easily impressed. So imagine having a kid you probably don't even want (for science? Maybe.... more angst potential..) and he grows up absolutely DESPERATE to please you and get told that you're proud of him and that he's enough. And then he gets to an age where he no longer has to rely on you (or other people, her ass did nothing to raise him), and he starts thinking for himself, and since you're all bad and evil and stuff you realize something.
This whole entire time, the past thirteen long, dreadful years of your life, you haven't been using your full potential.
You have a pawn right at your fingertips.
A young mind full of turmoil and the overwhelming need to please you.
Someone who can be easily molded.
Manipulated.
Shaped.
Formed.
You have a tool.
Just sitting on the couch right in front of you. An entire person of just wasted potential. One who was sat on his ass for his entire life and done nothing (in her opinion)
And if you're all evil and bad, what are you gonna do with that information?
You're going to use it.
"Hey son I know I haven't really talked to you since your birthday three years ago but how would you like an opportunity to get close to the very grand and very loving mother that I suddenly am?"
He's going to say yes. That's like giving a mouse a cookie.
The chance to be with his mom some more? To finally get the chance to prove to her that he is worth loving? The answer might as well be a flashing neon green sign. Capital letters. Y-E-S. Because why wouldn't he
So she starts training him, in small ways at first, going easy on him since he's still just a boy, really, but gradually working him up with harder and harder tasks and missions until he's finally earned himself a pair of his own robotic octopus arms (that he had to engineer and build himself)
And FINALLY for ONCE in his fucking LIFE he is making his mom PROUD OF HIM. He finally gets the love, the praise, the appreciation he's craved ever since he was a toddler.
Ooh, and he's doing such a good job hacking into top secret shit and files and such a good job stealing and doing his mother's dirty work and-- what's this?
There's this new kid on the block.
Apparently, the old Prowler's retired. His alliance fell through. And the new Prowler? His loyalty has completely flipped. Motives, too.
Instead of aiding them in raids and taking out enemies, he's now actively ATTACKING them and foiling their missions.
Instead of being a villain like the rest of them, he's suddenly trying to get RID of the villains?
The fuck is this guy's problem.
Who does he think he IS suddenly poking his nose into shit he DOESNT belong in?? SCREWING UP GANKE'S CHANCE WITH HIS MOM!!! The chance he's been waiting SIXTEEN YEARS FOR! Oh, he's pissed.
He overhears hears his mom talking at a meeting about a plan to try and lure and trap this kid to get him off their asses (he's a master at sneaking and eavesdropping at this point.. even just to hear his mother's voice and think up ways he can make her like him) and he decided that this is his moment. His calling. His purpose.
That very night, he decides to make the Prowler (junior, as they're calling him) his very own personal mortal enemy.
But little does he know
The guy he's constantly trying to kill every night?
His roommate.
Yeah, The Prowler Junior(™️) is his high school roommate and (soon to be) certified best friend.
Blah blah blah they fight all the time oh but now they're chill and- I just blinked why are you guys kissing and holy hell your mother found out and tells you that you don't deserve your last name and will never live up to your potential (which, she claims she knew this, which is why she gave him his father's last name and not her own. Lee.) and you're fighting with Miles again and yet oh God now you've been disowned and have to go to him for help Oh No That's Bad What.
:3
Do you see the appeal. I need to draw him. And make more of this AU. What should I call it? I'll be thinking.. also open to suggestions I'm Bad at naming stuff......
OKAY BYE
#across the spiderverse#prowler party#ganke lee#miles 42#miles morales#clawcode#prowler miles#milesganke#talkaholic#yappinghour#ganke 42#doctor octavius#au#can you guys tell that im crazy yet#you shoukd be able to now#you should be able to by now#i have so many thoughts on this#YES i just re watched parts of ITSV which is why im thinking about this at 11:16 at night#NO i cannot and will not be stopped#im gonna brand this with a hot iron (its probably not my original idea but i havent seen anyone talk about it so...)#GIVE ME VIOLENCE OR GIVE ME DEATH!!!!!!#yet another fanfic idea that i NEED TO WRITE#whoever has writer juices hand them over i need a sip#me i am the fly on the wall#i kind of like that actually.. hmm... a fly on a wall......#might keep that in mind.....#OK BYE<333
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Just thought of a scene for Amnesia!Jay and I'm so gonna plug it in right here :)
(Think of this as a scene for a random ah fanfic or as a minific or something)
His computer screen glows brightly in the dimly lit office. A man sat slouched, his face resting on his hand as he scrolled through the Ninjago News of the past. He has no clue how long or how far down he's gotten. Just that he knew he was searching for something.
Who was he? Before....all this?
He scrolled, looking like he hadn't been looking for anything at all. He'd been used to doing that by now, knowing the trouble he'd get in if he ever got caught searching for things outside the administration's approval.
His finger stopped scrolling.
Thats him. He sat up a bit, staring intensely at the screen infront of him.
He studied the picture he was looking at.
Him. Wearing what looked like a party hat. It had blue and orange stripes on it. There was another blue and orange striped hat, this one however, sat atop a metal...no, titanium...person? Robot? Droid? Their outfit was white and gray.
Then there was another hat type, this one green with red dots around it. Someone with brown, spiked hair and a red outfit wore it. So did another person with black, long-ish hair and a black and orange outfit. And another...a woman. Her black hair tied up in a pony tail, her outfit gray with bits of blue.
She smiled at him.
Jay stared at her picture, her smile, she was so...perfect.
But...who, are these people? Who was the little toddler who danced infront of them as they sung into a microphone?
He read the caption. The Ninja having saved ninjago once again, dance and sing to their victory!
Ninja...
The word rung in his head. Was that who he was? Who he used to be?
The word sounded so familiar. The picture replayed in his mind. The scene felt so familiar in on it's own. She felt so damn familiar, they felt so familiar but who are they?!
Why were they so close yet so far? Why couldn't he just remember? They felt so familiar yet so strange to him.
He scrolled a touch farther down the article. There was a video. Reluctantly, he clicked it.
He stared at it as it played, sounds of singing and toddler babbling played, music in the background.
Then it stopped, it was over. Jay sat in silence for a moment.
His face scrunched up, his eyes seeming to gloss over as he clicked it again, and again, and again.
He was so frustrated! Why couldn't he remember?! Why was his mind so...so, insistent on forgetting?!
He wanted so badly to remember who he was, Where he came from, who his friends and family were.
But....
He couldn't. He couldn't remember.
As his frustration lingered, his gut churned, he lay his head in his arms on the desk and cried. Quietly, but he cried. He was so tired. Exhausted. He just wanted to know who he was...who he used to be.
.......
Calm once again he sat back up and studied the faces in the picture intently. He knew them at one point, and now he was going to find them.
The administration isn't going to stop him anymore. Not if he makes it out at least. If he knew these people, maybe they're important. Maybe they know his family, maybe they were his friends. Maybe the toddler in the picture is grown up a bit now. It couldn't have been that long right? He still looked almost exactly the same as he did in the picture.
He packed up a few things in a small backpack, food, water, money that he got from the administration. (Hopefully it worked outside the administration...)
He left. Didn't even turn back. Snuck through the doors and left.
He was going to find these people. Or at least...he hoped too. If they weren't gone or too far lost.
He shook his head at the thought. No time for that he thought as he ran as far as he could from the place he'd lived for...well, as long as he could remember.
......
He made it (Undetected, as far as he was aware) to a place people called 'The Cross Roads'. Maybe he'd find them here.
He took a look around, unsure where to go. (He did think he seemed a bit out of place though...still wearing his formal attire) His look of confusion shifted a bit to suspicion as he noticed a boy pointing at him as he talked to the girl next to him. The boy wore an orange hoodie with blue jeans. The hoodie had a dragon imprinted on it. His hair was black and curly. The girl wore her hair in a ponytail, it was pink with cat-ear headphones on her head. Her left arm looked to be prosthetic. Her white outfit held pink and golds and dark blues. A cat key-chain as well.
It reminded him of the white gi he saw on the titanium droid in the picture. The two stared at him a bit wide eyed. It...kinda freaked him out a bit.
The boy began to run towards him. He froze unsure what to do.
"HEY!" The boy shouted as he ran up. Jay smiled awkwardly, as he stood perfectly still, as if it'd make him invisible.
As the boy made his way up, he slowed to a stop and bent over to catch his breath a bit. The girl now appeared behind the other.
"Uhm...Hi?..." Jay paused for a moment. "Do I...know, you?" He awkwardly smiled again.
The curly haired guy stood up again, (He was a lot taller than Jay expected) his hands curled into fists infront of his chest. His eyes seemed to *literally* shine like stars as he smiled breathlessly.
"Are you Jay Walker?!"
#Eheh I'm so gonna put this on ao3 as well#Maybe I should make another short chapter to it idk#Yes I'm gonna end it on dialog deal with it its already longer than I wanted it to be/originally anticipated it to be-#Eheh#I'm like#So evil 🤭#ninjago#lego ninjago#Ninjago minific#Fanfiction#Short write up#ninjago jay#Ninjago dr#dragons rising
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guys if i wrote hcs/fics for azrael, michael, uriel, leo, etc (basically the heaven OC's from hazbin hotel, a lot of them are from the journey to the light au that was really popular on twitter between the time period of the pilot and the official show) would u guys read it?
#rose rambling#trying to gauge whether or not people would be interested in me writing for them#cuz ive been on a HUGE azrael kick as of late#and i really want to write for all of them#i normally don't write for people's ocs but i the entire like heaven au was sooooo popular over the yrs between the pilot and official show#i feel like it's practically canon at this point- plus with the journey to the light wiki and all#yes ik its all fanmade but it still interests me#and aalso theyre hot. thats just another part of my motivation sorry#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin hotel poll#hazbin poll#hazbin hotel archangels#hazbin hotel oc#hazbin hotel original character#hazbin hotel michael#hazbin hotel azrael#hazbin hotel leo#hazbin hotel uriel#hazbin hotel angel oc#hazbin hotel heaven#hazbin hotel god
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I’m just saying. I think the man is this close to choosing violence
#good omens#yes this was originally an addition to another post but I thought it was funny enough to make its own post#I do not care if you agree#good omens 2
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