#and i couldn't leave him out

[micamone]

hewwo

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 8.3: Shines In The Darkness

The last of the Parallel World chapters a.k.a Ultimate +Anima.

Senri, along with some other guys, rob a dude in the desert! And Cooro has to save the dude!

Cooro "saves" him and puts on the whole starving orphan act when the guy is grateful. The guy gives him money and, flying back, Cooro shares it with Senri and the other "bandits", otherwise known as Husky and Nana. Operation Wild Things having succeeded, the guys head into town for food.

Specifically, the mining town of Antsmine. Exploring the town, Cooro runs off for food only to bump into the sheriff who had previously kicked the kids out three days earlier for having no money (because poverty is a crime...?)

His name's Mr. Hop and he hints that he knows what they're up to. Still no proof because that would involve actually working instead of bullying the poor so he walks off. All's well that ends well, right?

Uh, that guy they "rescued"? He's in town selling artwork. And he spots Cooro. Luckily, he doesn't spot the others as he calls Cooro over for a talk. He talks to him about his life as a +Anima, asking if it's hard. Turns out he's a +Anima fanboy and thinks they're cool (What do they call that in-universe? Aniboo? Feather Fever? Aigger?). Cooro's friends come over uncovered and thus, the man doesn't recognize them. However, he insists on talking to Cooro more. Later. Alone. In an area of the city where they won't be bothered.

Cooro agrees like the PSA bait he is and goes off with the others.

He meets with the guy later and he apparently wants to introduce Cooro to another +Anima. He takes him deep into the mines, not disclosing what type of +Anima he's supposed to be meeting.

(Run Cooro. Run like the girl should have run away when Thom Yorke saw her!)

The guy creepily goes on about how great +Anima are and how their limbs have incredible abilities...and how much he wants it. Then he puts on the most disturbing Batman villain costume this side of Professor Pyg.

See that? That's an Artificial Anima suit. He calls it "Art Anima". Cooro thinks its modeled after a wildcat but I think it's based on someone the guy found at Innsmouth. Either way, he says to make good "art", he has to study "Natural Anima". Officially done with this B-movie Creep, Cooro tries to fly off...only to bump his head on the ceiling. The guy chose the mines for a reason, you see: enclosed spaces mean Cooro's wings are useless. And it's too dark for Cooro to see, even though the guy can see Cooro just fine thanks to his goggles.

The guy pounces on him to tear apart his wings, trying to make him drink a liquid to drug him into sleep...until Cooro is saved by Senri who swipes the guy into a wall.

(Big Damn Bear.)

Realizing that Senri is a bear +Anima, he does Mortal Kombat with him. He uses the darkness to his advantage to get some hits in on him while Nana gives Cooro a rope to hold onto as she flies him and an also grabbed Senri out of the mines. The three make it out...only to bump into the sheriff, who has now added "fighting" to the list of things he takes care outside of actual crimes.

Husky points out that the guy chasing them might be a slave merchant but the guy denies it, taking off his helmet to reveal himself as human and saying that Senri and the others attacked him first (Typical aigger to throw the people he admires under the bus at the first chance like that.).

The group are expecting Mr. Hops to disbelieve them on account of them being +Anima and he doesn't dispel their notions, leading the guy back in the mines to "chat"...

That's when this happens.

He comes back out and says now it's "their turn"...

(I'd really like to leave the story off there but...here's what happened to the guy.)

He boots the group out of town with money and jerky. Turns out that not only is he a +Anima himself, he had a good reason for being so hard on their asses: their bandit stunt makes +Animas look bad. He tells them to be proud of what they have or they can't live as people.

Our suddenly not woke group leaves off, saying he talks a lot for an old person (Ageism!) and Nana reveals she knew the guy was a freak but let Cooro go off to get drugged and sold anyway to teach him a lesson.

And that's where the story ends.

ANIMA RATING

Artificial Anima: Fucking weirdo aside, the suit seems to be very efficient and, based on the wildcat, has various combat and exploration advantages. 9/10

[ursulanoodles]

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[demaparbat-hp]

The Painted Lady turned around slowly, deliberately, and stared right through each ghost present in the room. Then, she raised her hands in a graceful arc, pointed loosely at the ceiling, and chanted, “Well, off you go.” She made a shoo, go away gesture, the spirits disappeared, and—wait. The spirits disappeared.

Izumi comes back in For the Spirits Chapter VI: Dream of You. Zuko has a mild panic attack and her upbeat attitude does not help him (or does it?).

Just what is she up to? And what is the meaning behind the blue eyes from Zuko's dream?

[valcove]

Okay, hear me out

Imagine with me. Batman, pedaling as fast as he physically can, on this children's bike, chasing a rogue. It was the only option he had, and he knows he'll be made fun of later by his kids, but he has a mission at the moment, so he can't be bothered to care

And then passing him is Nightwing riding a segway (Nightwing themed, of course), Red Hood wearing heelies, Red Robin on his normal motorbike, and then Damian on a little classic child tricycle.

As it turns out, someone (Alfred) had hidden all the normal vehicles for a prank war, left only Red Robin's motorbike to frame him (because who would suspect Alfred??), and was currently receiving pictures from Barbara to add to a photo album.

Alfred knows he's safe from retaliation, even when they figure out who did it.

[kwillow]

Winter Coat Theo AU.

The people of Northcrest have long been living dreary lives controlled by the cruel and miserly North family. However, then one day, a shooting star passed over Northcrest! IT WAS A WISHING STAR!!! Everyone was amazed, but no one who spoke to anyone else discovered whose wish came true.

Everyone was disappointed and figured that whoever had their wish granted was probably like, a lone flea (non-sapient) or something equally lame and non-deserving. The hopeless people gave up hope.

However, the following winter something Amazing happened! A strange visitor appeared in Northcrest. He looked exactly like Baron Theopolis North but nice with beautiful white fur! His charisma made him friends all over town and he sang and danced his way through the season befriending more friendly friends and teaching orphans the meaning of Christmas.

Not a single soul noticed that this gorgeous, fluffy white stranger was never seen in the same room as Baron Theopolis North, because pretty much no one was ever seen in the same room as Baron Theopolis North, because whenever someone entered the same room as him he would leave.

When spring came, the mysterious and generous stranger vanished, and Theo had no memory of his reverse Jekyll and Hyde experience. He forgot the true meaning of Christmas and went back to being a sour bitch the moment spring broke. Still, every year, the people of Northcrest would leave a seat for the mysterious stranger at the table, and every year, he would grace them with his jolly good presence.

Finally, you've done it. You've Fixed the Theo (temporarily anyway).

[ratwithhands]

I had this AU archived off my accounts for a few years, but I'm thinking about it a lot more these days so I'm digging it up for sketches.

This is Kudari from Codebreaker, functionally the starting antagonist for the story when Emmet accidentally collides with him and takes parts of his body.

For a little debrief, the main idea of Codebreaker is that Emmet discovers that he exists in a false reality, and that there is a parallel plane where all of the instructions for his reality exist. He finds his way to this plane by accident after walking back from another lonely day at work, and is hellbent on learning how to manipulate it in the hopes that he can recover Ingo with that knowledge. Kudari is his own set of instructions, who he partly dismantles, allowing him to actually interact with the code. This leaves a hollowed out shell that starts trying to find his own way to get his body back from Emmet.

I'd been thinking about the Beta Submas leaks which lead me to sketching him again. Here's the first rough warmup sketch I did with a fight between him and Emmet.

From there I just started reworking his old design to be worse 💀

Let me know if you guys want more of this freak, he's honestly really fun to sketch.

[sysig]

Can I request a pokemon drawing? Was thinking mewtwo but idk whoever whatever!

Day 11 - Quiet pls

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe, This is the full original image:

According to the Tumblr post I originally snagged it from, it's an early piece of promotional artwork, meant to depict Keith as the series's central character. Shiro is shoved into the background, presumably to illustrate that he was intended to fulfill a Doomed Mentor role.

[ritterdoodles]

Dragalia 60 min challenge art dump, Part 2

I've been trying pretty hard to incorporate colour into these but i feel like every new one is taking longer and longer to do o-oh...

[deathbypufferfish]

Just a few hours into the kids stay at Ume's this WOMAN decided to SHOVE HER SON?????? LITERALLY SHOVED HIM????? The twins immediately started conspiring against her and Haru, local nerd, went to the park and got drunk with his friends just to piss her off. ☺

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

i think i spike a fever as soon as i think about chrisker in any capacity

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

I'm not even 15 minutes into rewatching Interstellar and I think there is a chance my imagination is running wild again . . .

I have at least half a loose fic plot already hELP.

[kevingorg]

today's insane concept to keep my mind off of other matters: will smith hockey getting a gay little earring.

i think it could go something like: mack's just fucking rambling again, of course, always going on about something, and will tunes in just in time to hear, 'would look good on you, smitty, like hot i think. girls love that pretty shit.' and will has to do a little mental reset before he can laugh awkwardly and go, 'mack. what.'

mack's like, 'i'm telling you dude, you've got the face for it i swear.'

'no,' says will, 'what the fuck are you talking about.'

mack rolls his eyes. 'you're such a shitty listener. you should get your ears pierced, dude.' frowns. 'or ear. less --' waves his hand around as if to indicate the broad, nebulous idea of homo that he doesn't like to actually put into words. will appreciates that about him.

'hmm,' says will. 'i don't know.' but mack starts up right where he left off -- it'd be so hot, smitty, and what's your problem anyway, no way you're afraid of needles, lmao (pronounced luh-maow). and will's like prepared to just forget this entire conversation happened, and mack forgets about it pretty much as soon as he gets on the subject of their boston game, which is coming up, and he's got ideas for how they should be on the same line for it. but will catches himself in the mirror a couple days later and thinks, mack said it'd be hot. and, he reasons, he can always just take it out if he doesn't like it. duh.

cue will showing up to practice with a diamond stud because he thought it was like, showy but not too feminine. it's like, a classic. diamonds are always classic. and mack's like HOLY SHIT DUDE. I TOLD YOU. will has to stop him from poking at it, because now that he's got it he's at least gonna make sure it heals properly, and mack's hands are all grimy like a toddler's. but when the rest of the team starts filtering in it's this weird mix of guys who think it's neat, guys who don't bring it up at all, and maybe one or two guys going 'what the hell's this all about, dude?' which is, you know. will's not insecure or anything, that's a girl thing, but he doesn't love that reaction.

so will revisits himself in the mirror later and thinks aw shit, maybe a hoop would've been better. maybe the diamond IS gay. maybe it's too sparkly and i fucked this up and i should just take it out and be done with it and, oh shit, what happens if i get hit in the fucking head and my ear starts bleeding and everyone on the ice knows that i went out and got a PIERCING on PURPOSE which is just SUCH a gayass thing to do, oh my god. and will's like convinced himself fully to take it out, it was a stupid idea anyway, but there's a very, very small part of him that's thinking about mack reaching for him in the room that morning, mouth open in this fascinated little o, going, 'did it hurt? can i -- it looks so good, bud, wow, just like i thought. sick, dude, i --' like he's trying to figure out how to ask for something he doesn't even know he wants. so will leaves the earring in.

[storfulsten]

Whitty And Bf Personality Swap? Lovely Art By The Way, Truly Inspiring. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

hm I guess k, not feeling the most creative but here lol

idk lol

mostly based on this bc idk thought the vibes looked fitting in theory lmao: