#alternate time

[nettleneopian]

Somewhere in an alternate time line

[midnightfire1222]

I need to redo some of these, like Amy and Sonic cuz I wanna change them a bit, and Tails cuz I've lost the flat color version and can't make a new one right now. For now though, these are the most accurate ones I have. I also don't have one for Shadow, as an outfit hasn't been settled on for him yet. Also, for Ursula's tail, it's hard to tell, but the end is split like a nekomata. Just look at Espeon's tail from pokemon. It's split like that.

Gareth here is a special case. He's been mentioned in Wars of the Heart but hasn't been introduced. The reason for this is, as it's mentioned above, is that he's deceased. He's not part of the main cast; I'd just wanted to draw him.

Oh yeah; Amy has this alt outfit too, for when she's chillin'.

[evenceflux18]

Laika x Monsters vs. Aliens Crossover be like

Mel: Oh geez there you are! The ceremony is about to begin! *gasps* are you backing out?

Coraline: I think I just got hit by a meteorite...

Mel: Oh Coraline, every bride feels that on her wedding day...

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Mel: Oh Charlie! It's her wedding Day!

Charlie: *screams in panic*

Ms. Spink: Here comes the bride!!!! *screams*

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Soldier: Sir, calm down, this is a normal occurence..!

Wybie: *looks at him while his giant fiancè destroyed the church and is literally being restrain by the government army*

Wybie: normal? NORMAL?! THIS IS NORMAL?!?!?!?!

Soldier: Okay, we gotta tranquilize him too.

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Coraline: I can't even knock out a single guy let alone a huge freaking robot!?!

Norman: Yeah, well we have no choice... I would prefer messing a mosnter over the goverment

Eggs: so should we go to the Are 5-

Kubo: *slaps Eggs*

Coraline: I need a giant paper bag...

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Wybie: Baby, I know you're upset but I think we could work this out...

Coraline: I don't think it could work for the both of us, just look at me...

Wybie: Sweatpea, I know... but I really don't care about it!

Wybie: Coraline? Hun? Sugar cube?

Coraline: STOP CALLING ME THOSE, I'm literally a giant woman, I felt so big *cries* that won't cut it!

Wybie: *scratches his head*

Wybie: I mean, I really don't care if you're big at all, you're still my fiancè...

Coraline: Really?

Wybie: Really, really...

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Coraline: *tries to use her body to deflect the large machine from crushing everyone*

Eggs, Norman and Kubo: Wooooow

Norman: woah! We don't see that everyday...

Coraline: I AM DOING EVERYTHING!!!

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Wybie: This is the weather forecast reminding you that tomorrow will be a sunny! Not too hot not to cold! A perfect gateaway to spend time with your friends and family! You can go an a roadtrip, go on a wedding or even held a perfect wedding...!

Wybie: .......

Wybie: A REALLY, perfect wedding...

Staff: Oh geez, pete get me some tissues, he's having another memory pass

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Lionel: For now, you should stay in the headquarters for a while, Miss Jones, we need to control your powers first

Coraline: I can handle my powers just fine sir!

Kubo: You're...crushing...me..!!!

Lionel: Oh and the government decides to change your name as Ginormica

Coraline: ?????

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News Report: News flash, a group of monsters once again saved the City

Wybie: YES!! HAHAHAHHAHAHA EAT THAT! YOU PLANET STEALING ALIENS!!

Wybie: MA! CORALINE DID IT AGAIN!

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Coraline: Wybie..! *panics* what's happening to me?!?!??!

Wybie: *panics as well* Okay okay, just don't move! Just calm down, We'll work this out

Army: Sir we advise to step back back and we'll handle this! *points guns at them*

Wybie: *Screams at them* THAT ISN'T HELPING TO CALM DOWN THE SITUATION!!

Wybie: Did you ate something?!

Coraline: What am I, a beanstalk?!

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Imagine if anyone draws this scene BAHAHAHHAHA😭

[densi-mber]

I Saw You Through the Smoke and Sadness

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A/N: I can’t believe another Densimber, and year, are almost behind us. Thanks so much to everyone who read and participated this year. I hope this helped keep the show alive in everyone’s hearts and minds a little bit longer.

***

“This is a terrible idea,” Kensi hissed in between heated kisses. Marty Deeks lifted his head from her neck, his blue eyes wide and gleaming brightly under the street lamp’s glow.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, his lip lifting in that slightly mischievous smirk that Kensi loved.

It was one of the characteristics that had drawn her to him the first day he walked into the club. She’d look out into the audience as she sang a song about love and heartbreak, and their eyes had met through the smoke clouded room.

Kensi fiddled with the collar of his suit, tucked a curl that endlessly escaped his pomade back from his forehead. “No.”

Deeks’ mouth curved into a full-blown grin as she tugged his mouth back to hers. She slid her hands up his back, beneath his jacket, dragging the material of his shirt along the way, until she felt the tantalizing warmth of bare skin.

“Oh good lord, not again,” a perturbed voice sighed, and Kensi jerked out of Deeks’ arms at the same time he dragged her further into the darkness of provided by the trash cans nearby.

“Nell,” Kensi murmured awkwardly, brushing her hands through her hair.

Nell Jones stood with her hands balanced on her hips, cigarette case extending in front of her, and an unamused expression gracing her face.

“This is the third time this week,” Nell continued, sounding annoyed, but unsurprised.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault,” Deeks said at the same time.

“It’s not going to matter who started it if Sabatino finds out.” Nell rolled her eyes, adjusting her tray. “You need to be on stage in eight minutes. You might want to fix your makeup before then.”

With that, Nell turned and flounced off, her short hair bouncing underneath the ridiculous hat that comprised part of her uniform.

Kensi glanced at Deeks, who now leaned against the wall, his head tipped back as he inhaled slowly. Just one look at them and anyone would know what they’d been up to. His shirt was almost completely untucked from his pants, his hair ruffled beyond repair, and she didn’t need light to know her lipstick would be smeared across his lips and cheeks. Deeks had been more careful, yet she knew her appearance wasn’t as flawless as when she’d snuck out the back with him.

“I’m sorry,” Deeks repeated, his voice melancholy now. “I shouldn’t have pulled you out here. Again.”

“You didn’t exactly drag me out kicking and screaming,” Kensi reminded him wryly before she sobered again. She helped him tuck his shirt in against, smoothing out the wrinkles the best she could. His hair was a lost cause at this point.

When she was done, she pressed her face to his chest. They should be going in now; Kensi couldn’t find it in her to leave him just yet though.

“Why don’t we leave?” Deeks said it so quietly, Kensi barely heard him. “Run somewhere that no one knows us and start all over.”

“We’ve talked about this, baby,” Kensi told him, the pet name slipping out before she could catch herself. “If Sabatino caught us…” she left the statement unfinished, shaking her head.

She hated herself every day for not being strong enough to escape the man that all but held her prisoner. For getting in this situation in the first place. There was a point in her life where she would have fought to her last breath before anyone controlled her. She’d been different, more naive back then.

“I’ll get you out somehow,” Deeks promised, so fervently that it made Kensi pause and pull away from him.

“Deeks, don’t do anything foolish.”

“Careful, sweetheart, it almost sounds like you like me.”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing. She made it a point to never voice her affection for Marty Deeks. Necking like teenagers in the alley was perfectly acceptable; telling him she loved him beyond all reason would break her tenuous control.

“As if I would fall for a sweet-talking degenerate.” She closed her eyes and kissed Deeks one more time, swiping her thumb over his lips before she took a final step back. “Remember not to come in too soon.”

The chatter of voices and the band playing filtered into the back hallways when Kensi walked back inside. She ducked into the ladies’ room, reapplying her lipstick and fluffing her hair. It wasn’t perfect, but would have to do.

Her legs trembled slightly as she walked past happy, drunken couples. She saw Nell out on the floor, back to the sweet, innocent personality that helped charm patrons into buying overpriced cigarettes, cigars, and mints.

“Eric, give me something strong,” she told Eric, the bartender. He raised one eyebrow in concern, but wisely chose not to comment when she glared at him. He brought a shot glass back with some dark liquid and she drank it in a single gulp that burned her tongue and throat.

“Rough night, Miss Blye,” a man seated one of the barstools asked. He was a frequent patron, there almost every night with either a friend, or his wife.

“No more than usual, Mr. Hanna,” she responded with a tight smile.

“Sam, remember? And if you ever change your mind about that, I’m just a call away.” He stood up from the stool, holding out a five dollar bill. “Wonderful show tonight as always.”

Kensi took the money, feeling something less pliable in the folded paper. Sam nodded once, walking away towards one of the tables.

She saw Sabatino looking towards the stage, and hurried to get backstage before he noticed her standing there. She didn’t need him to start asking questions. Somehow there were a few seconds left before her next number, so she unfolded Sam’s tip, frowning when she found a business card inside. There wasn’t a note of any sort, but she remembered what Sam had told her before leaving.

The opening notes of the next song swelled suddenly, and Kensi jerked, hastily tucking both the money and card into the front of her dress. She pushed through the curtains, holding her arms wide as the audience applauded, offering a sultry smile.

Deeks slid back into the room, unobtrusively taking a seat towards the back. She ached to run off the stage and join him. To be brave enough to run away like he’d suggested.

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A/N: Yes, I kind of ripped off elements of “The Blue Butterfly” episode of Castle.

Also, Sabatino is the bad guy here.

[auckie]

https://x.com/MorePerfectUS/status/1765391777580912958?s=20

PLEASE GD IF YOU LOVE AND WANT TRAINS

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[guerramecanica123]

green antarctica tale

Where the idea come from

green Antarctica is a scenario from user divaldron detailing an imagined speculative world where Antarctica never was covered in ice and remained a habitable continent, leading to a whole separate world of various evolutions and eventually civilisation since the land would share a similar history with South America and Australia it's megafauna would be closely related; it's home to giant rat type Birds massive reptiles and marsupial mammals, the land would be populated by opportunistic grasses and plants that shift from season to season Humans would eventually come to the continent via Australia the most reasonable assumption is that humans do eventually come to the continent and they are descended from Polynesians the people who settle this land call it Tsala, Tsala becomes the noted namesake of this land mass instead of Simply Antarctica these people would scrounge for resources on such an unpredictable continent it's even assumed they made hard Resources by copying local monkeys when they can they hunt megaphone marsupials due to the extreme nature of the continent life is horrendous in the scenario cannibalism is an active part of daily life Parents choose to eat their own children in many ways. In this scenario, in its author imagines Antarctica as the most Deployable Place imaginable Some monkeys are domesticated and used as sex slaves These Hive monkeys somehow spread to the rest of the world and are more successful than racoons. The people live in dark underground cities and pretty much enjoy being outright evil and sadistic The longer the scenario goes on, the more these people evolve into what can only be described as the dark elves there's a culture of necrophiles, one of drunkards, one of zoo files one of people who are just so evil that other evil people hate them torture is a normal activity in this world and the tasala seem to have no human moral compass at all. Regardless a race and ethnicity, they collectively enjoy murder rape and torture

[gobbogoo]

A quick Analysis of Grown-Up Mylo and Claggor:

Mylo was always the insecure middle child looking for attention, and we see bits of those traits have survived in the slightly ostentatious way he dresses compared to his siblings, and the sarcastic way he greets Ekko. While everyone else is drinking from old steins, he's waving around a cocktail glass. And of course there's his weedy little moustache, which like all young men his age was grown mostly for the novelty, and because he thinks it makes him look older.

Claggor meanwhile was the awkward second-eldest sibling who often shared Vi's sense of responsibility, but not her confidence or authority. This changed when Vi died, and evidently Claggor has taken over her duties as the eldest. He's leading efforts to clean up the undercity, and was the one who tells Powder to help out Mylo, to give some examples. His manner of dress is also the most practical of his siblings, with accessories chosen not for style, but because they assist in his work.

Lastly, I feel I should touch on how Powder is so quick to play wingman for Mylo. Obviously everyone's matured since they were kids, but this specifically tells me two things:

1. Mylo must have stopped bullying Powder after Vi died, and she now views him quite fondly.

2. Powder understands her brother's bravado is an act, and actively helps him with his lack of confidence.

If I had to guess, Vi's death hit Mylo almost as hard as it hit Powder. Grief often leaves us vulnerable, which is probably what allowed the pair to properly share their feelings and bond as siblings. Nothing builds empathy like personal tragedy, after all.

[fruity-blogs]

GUYS.

GUYS.

I'M NOT DOING OKAY.

THEY REALLY CHANGED THE VINYL DISC INTRO TO EKKO AND POWDER. THIS IS THEIR "WHAT COULD'VE BEEN" 😭💔

[starmagnets]

catharsis.

[midnightfire1222]

Guess what I just dropped!~ New Wars of the Heart chapter!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28074276/chapters/140951539#workskin

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/midnightfire1222/art/Wars-of-the-Heart-Chapter-75-1046750526

Hope you enjoy!

[evenceflux18]

When your fam can't take you seriously because you still have a duty for your baby girl😭

Pls don't mind the ribbon, he just tied it on cause Gardenia likes them to look the same😭

[hollis-art]

au idea... tng but it's set in the 80s and the enterprise is an apartment building rather than a ship

other tenants of the building include: -Picard (the head of the college that Data attends) and Q (no one really knows what he does, he just pops in and out whenever he pleases) -Troi (high school guidance counselor) and Riker (personal trainer) and Worf used to live here too but he moved out -Beverly (still a doctor) and Wesley (burnt out college freshman) -Barclay (works at Blockbusters w/ Data and Geordi) -Guinan (bartender of a secretly gay bar)

the ds9 apartment is a whole other story

[midydoof]

soulmate marks are out, shitty drunken back-alley tattoos you forget you've gotten like 20 years ago are so in.

[whos-the-seme]

Shen Qingqiu was doomed.

He stood still, fluttering his fan nervously and trying to avoid catching his counterpart's, the real Shen Qingqiu, glaring eyes from across the room. Instead, he idly observed the other Cang Qiong Mountain Peak Lords, trying to spot the differences between the ones he knew and their alternates.

Liu Qingge had brought back a strange artifact from one of his hunts to the monthly Peak Lord meeting. It was a mirror, rimmed an ugly tarnished gold, topped with a decoration that was shaped into an unidentifiable creature with ruby red eyes.

[Important Artifact Detected: Red-Eyed Sphinx's Mirror! Quest starting...]

Shen Qingqiu had been trying to remember where it might have appeared in PIDW when the surface of the mirror suddenly began to glow a dull yellow. It quickly brightened until it obscured everyone's vision.

And then, there stood another set of peak lords across the room, facing them down.

System, what on earth is going on???

[Quest started: Lost Long Spirit in My Reflection! Other characters have been transported to this universe. Host must find a way to send them back without revealing his identity as a transmigrator.]

WTF? I didn't agree to this!

[Good luck!]

System??? Get back here!

While the two Yue Qingyuans and Xu Qinglis conversed together to try to understand what had happened, the other peak lords had begun to mingle with each other, curious about their counterparts.

Shen Qingqiu tried to suppress his panic, sticking close to Shang Qinghua. His Yue Qingyuan occasionally flicked his softened gaze towards the alternate Shen Qingqiu, likely noticing that the other still acted as he used to before his qi deviation. In fact, several of the peak lords he had gotten to know over the years were sending some looks at the other Shen Qingqiu.

With the original goods right there, how long would it be before something exposed him as a fraud?? What if he was confronted about why he acted so differently?

[Host must avoid having his identity exposed. Being revealed as a transmigrator will result in Host being immediately sent back to his old body.]

Yeah, yeah, same shit as always!

Looking to his side, Shang Qinghua seemed to be experiencing the same threats, desperately looking away from the more dead-eyed Shang Qinghua across the room who, luckily, was barely paying him any attention.

Fuck, what do we do?

---

Shen Qingqiu continued to glare at the Other Shen Qingqiu in the room. The other Shen Qingqiu was so obviously a fraud, he could tell within minutes of being here. While his alternate seemed somewhat familiar, he didn't act like him at all, his mannerisms were all off, and despite the attempt at keeping a poker face, Shen Qingqiu could tell that he was nervous. Probably at being caught out.

His alternate self had likely been replaced with a bodysnatcher or some sort of spirt, if they truly were supposed to be the same person. Was everyone else stupid, or had they had their brains sucked out by a Heart Mouthed Lobster-Squid?

Or maybe they simply like the bodysnatcher better and didn't bother to investigate.

Shen Qingqiu's face became stormier, turning his glare to the Other Yue Qingyuan, wondering if he had felt happier once his precious Xiao-Jiu had vanished. The other Yue Qingyuan's face grew even more pathetic. Tch. Typical.

"That stupid System--" Shen Qingqiu nearly snapped his neck in looking at the bodysnatcher upon hearing his murmur. The fraud, upon noticing his sudden attention, clammed back up and looked away. But Shen Qingqiu knew what he heard.

Xi Tong.

He hadn't heard those words in years, not since--

He stepped forward, scanning the other once more. Upon a second, more thorough look, Shen Qingqiu realized that he grew more familiar. He wore his hair in the way that Shen Qingqiu wore it, but looser and less severe. His eyes were clearer and lighter, with hints of a smile, despite his nerves. He occasionally quickly glanced up and to his left, as if seeing something there, before bringing his attention back to the room at large.

No. It couldn't be. He was long dead, despite Shen Qingqiu's best efforts. Even if the fake had some similar things about him, that doesn't mean--

Shen Jiu had once had a brother, besides Qi-ge. Slightly smaller than him, despite the fact that Shen Jiu passed him along as much food as he could when on the streets. He smiled so much despite their circumstances, and was so kind despite Shen Jiu constantly telling him that he was making himself a target. But he looked so, so similar to Shen Jiu himself. They could have switched their clothes and looked exactly the same, if one didn't notice the difference in their demeanors.

His brother has also always been a little odd, talking to himself and arguing with an imaginary friend that only he could see named Xi Tong. One of the reasons that they survived as long as they did on the streets was due to the inexplicable knowledge that his brother seemed to have. Somehow, his brother knew about the various plants or small animals that they could hunt and sell for a pretty coin in the markets. Shen Jiu never asked, not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

But his brother was dead. He had died years ago, in the time during when they were in Qiu's manor. During a punishment for Shen Jiu's attempt to get them both to join Wu Yanzi; he had switched their clothes and taken Shen Jiu's place and died for it. That had been the final catalyst that made him set the manor ablaze and escape, mourning his brother's death as his fault for daring to be free. Cursing Qi-ge for not coming back for them.

Dazed and his vision dim, Shen Jiu took another step forward, and another. Hope, something he thought he had killed off long ago, slowly rose in his chest.

Had his brother survived in this world? Had he managed to escape alongside Shen Jiu? Or had Shen Jiu died in his place? Dimly, he can't help but think that the world would be far kinder if that were the case. If his brother had made it to Cang Qiong Mountain and became a peak lord all on his own and still managed to keep his smile. If he didn't have Shen Jiu dragging him down with him.

The other Shen Qingqiu, not having noticed his approach, laughed at something the other Shang Qinghua said ("Wonder if Shang Qinghua is a traitor here, too," Shen Jiu thought dimly). His laugh was the same. He rose his fan to hide his face, but Shen Jiu noticed how his nose crinkled, and his eyes nearly closed in delight, exactly like--

"A-Yuan?"

[returntosunder]

Helloooo greetings, hey I was wondering if you could make a drawing of The Groovy Trio (Fresh! Sans, Fresh! Ink and Fresh! Error)

Honestly this came out better then I thought it was gonna

FRESH FANS COME GET YOUR FOOD

CHAT U DONT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN I WAS IN WHILE DRAWING THIS HOLY-