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how come we got to see Kristen meeting Helio and Gorgug going to Orc heaven but we dunno where Riz went? Did he just swing by his dadâs office like lol oops i died haha my bad
#did we see that and i just forgot?#there was a lot goin on at the time#but i am curious#fantasy high#riz gukgak
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catch us if you can! â
#the drawings that made my ipad scream in agony#project sekai#polysho#polysho week 2024#emu otori#tsukasa tenma#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#pjsk#prsk#proseka#colorful stage#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#and tbh theyre pretty overt so#emukasa#ruinene#emks walk into a store in plain clothes and see rui and nene and emu goes Tsukasakun its the detectives we have to hide !!!!!#and tsukasa goes heh.. no need emu.. without our genius disguises snd hair extensions on they wont recognize a thing!!!#(both talking at 200db) (nene voice) Are they stupid?#ruis just a bit too happy about being consistently outsmarted to notice. emks is only winning at phantom thievery by looney tunes logic tho#Emukasa are just team rocket-ing it. and wxs miku much like the detestable Meowth#POLYSHOW WEEK IS KILLING ME AND I ONLY DID 2 DAYS#i drew this whole thing literally just bc i wanted emu in the phantom thief suit. everything else was secondary#my petition to abolish the costume gender lock#I NEVER WANT TO LOOK. AT ANY OF THESE FUCKING OUTFITS EVER AGAIN. EVERRRR. NIGHTMARE DRAWING.#COUGHS UP BLOOD AND GOES TO LESVE THE ROOM BUT I HIT MY HEAD ON THE DOORFRAME AND BLACK OUT.#this is gonna be a bitch to post on instagram with it's Stupid fucking Crop. Guh#FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT THE SHADOW ON THEIR STUPID HANDCUFF LINK dont care dont feel like it [coughs up more blood
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pursuing the unknown
( EPHEMERWEEK 2: curiosity )
#kh#kingdom hearts#khux#kingdom hearts union cross#ephemerweek2024#kh ephemer#ephemer#i need to lay down . good lord#i thought this was gonna be easier than day 3 but i forgot i had to do a background .#granted this is easily the best background ive ever done and i really like the lighting#but my god i was out of my depth LMAO#anyway on to the question: I WISH WE GOT TO SEE THE UNION LEADERS HANG OUT MORE OUGOHUGHGHG#i also wish we got to hang out more w ephemer too..... just doing friend things.........#i get why they didnt but they couldve had special events like the sewer crew did or something....... it wouldve been so cool oughgh#myart
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Sorry to bother you - I love your art sm! đ I had a quick question as a new-ish player. Does Book 7 immediately follow Book 6 the way Book 6 does for Book 5, or is there some space between them?
thank you! đđđ there is indeed a bit of a timeskip between 6 and 7 -- I don't remember if they say exactly how long, but it's a few days at least? (the end of 6 has its own little timeskip that I think is supposed to be at least a few weeks later, and then the beginning of 7 is sorta vaguely sometime after that.) but yeah, it's not a direct picking-up where the last scene left off type of thing like 5 to 6 was!
#twisted wonderland#joseimuke games are serious business#it's probably gonna turn out someone turns to the camera and goes 'by the way it's been x amount of time precisely' and i just forgot :')#i did do a quick look through the first few chapters but didn't see anything so i'm sticking with assumptions#i know some people have tried to put together timelines but. well.#the exact chronology of twst is a vague and ominous thing#we must not question it#(especially in regards to events)#(especially especially in regards to halloween events)#for down that pathway lies nothing but madness and screaming at your phone screen
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Jason Sudeikis as Ted Lasso Seasons 1-3 Âť T-shirts
#Ted Lasso#Theodore Lasso#Jason Sudeikis#*mine: gif#tedlassoedit#ugh you idiot with that face#stop staring at me swan#I think I got all the T-shirt moments for Ted. Can you guess the two scenes I forgot and had to go back and add???#I've also kept these in order of season/episode appearance and it feels kind of telling#not quite sure how I'm feeling about these and how they turned out#these are all from 2160p video files (I've only worked with 2160 one other time) and the timing of these frames looks off#I did my best to fix and readjust them#to the 5 to 8 people that read these tags let me know if I should keep trying/working with 2160p or just stick with 1080p#can we see a major difference in the image quality? I'm using all my same edit settings here#@chainofclovers I saw your tags about the black Joe Arthur shirt I was/have been thinking the same thing#I'm glad I got my o.g. laptop to power up to finish this gifset (definitely a power button issue)#will I ever make that mirror gifset idea??? probably not but I got a couple of mirror moments here#I almost used the other mirror moment from episode 7 but I wanted a different angle/view#this gifset could've been a lot more of Ted in bed wearing T-shirts tbh#ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
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sisyphus moanin about that boulder when he doesn't even have to write a research essay with three strangers
#shitpost#wish me luck chat i haven't looked at it over the weekend#i did my parts like friday. and then accidentally did an extra part#everyone else has been filling in over the weekend#and now i'm going back through to see what our essay is actually about#(i did previous research. data. and data analysis. i don't know what conclusions they took from it)#but i also LOVE editing. so i just know i'm gonna wanna alter a whole bunch#but I cannot. because. group project. i have to let them do their parts#oh wait i forgot to post this this has just been sitting open as i look through the essay for like 15 minutes#it's. it's okay. so far it's a little janky but. we can work on that
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im forcing you all to look shady-car-salesman erik
[What If Magneto Had Formed The X-Men With Professor X?]
#snap chats#DUDE WHAT IS THAT. I SCREAMED#also before any of you go read this dont it's so nothing. the title LIED it's the most nothing story ive read so far#thankfully this is only a one shot but man. i shouldve listened in that This Is Isn't Worth It#this is literally the only time erik's in the whole thing too btw bar a prologue recapping what happens in the og timeline#im so deadass like he also shows up in some bg shots but thats literally it he says nothing else beyond this page#'what if magneto formed the xmen with charles' god yeah what if. i sure wouldve loved to read that.#'what if they formed the xmen' genuinely yeah how did they do that. can we see that PLEASE.#the only perceivable difference is that erik lives at the x mansion and Probably isnt terrorizing people. and has this god forsaken look#i rescind my statement he's terrorizing ME with that beard and. //gestures everywhere else//#he looks like he's going to try to scam me into buying a shitty ferrari i cant ill take the viking beard just not this#also i think gaby and erik are just. inexplicably married????? they never cover that ???? thats just a thing to vaguely acknowledge#they dont even say it there's a book that's credited as 'erik magnus lehnsherr' and 'gabrielle haller lensherr' like ok. what.#they dont even properly tell us why eriks here or like. how erik and charles find the xmen. or why gaby's here vjeALKJEK#LIKE COOL HI GABS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE she's a mutant now. forgot about that. ???????????????#the weird plot did distract me from. Whatever This Is but now im focusing on it again and im dying#i think what's really killing me is the earrings like oh my god. wow ok. wow...... terrible choice !#if i squint i can imagine the ponytail's gone from his side profile and it's a lil better but ...... jljalKjalJA#anyway i said id read every xmen comic and. regretting some choices but we ball#for now im gonna go wind down ... maybe doodle a bit who's to say ..
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cindy + studcoms compilation
#cindy the skull#steban the student communist#disco elysium#their dynamic is so funny to me. like as much as she ribs at them you can tell she still has a soft spot for them#and that they like her as well. or well i would say steban certainly moreso#steban also does mention getting cindy in the room regardless of whether she was mentioned earlier which i thought was nice#side note have you seen the disco elysium tvtropes page#like i found that first screenshot while looking for all the times cindy said communist#bc on her section it says that she supports communism âin spite of herselfâ so i was looking to see if she ever really mentioned it#in that sort of light but from what i was able to find (and from what you can see in the screenshots) she doesnt#and then it says TWICE on dros' page (among many many other things)#that he supports pederasty bc the commune legalized it#when he was calling gay people pederasts as a slur. & he uses it as a slur multiple more times in that same#conversation outside of that line#and they misspell dobreva's name as deobreva every single time its written (including in the section title)#and they listed her cause of death as being by firing squad#even though her suicide with abadanaiz is like#one of the two or three things we actually know about her#anyway i did actually create a tvtropes account because of this i hope you know that#just realized i forgot to tag ulixes#oh well
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Back in the present [(Jam Jar Syaoran)(Lava Lamp's Dad Syaoran)(Daddyaoran)] mentions CHOOSING which future they want to happen, and him and [(Jam Jar Sakura)(Lava Lamp's Mother Sakura)(Sakura Sakura Sakura Sakura)] pull out their magic circles.Â
OH actually that reminds me. Back when Lava Lamp was saved from the time compression I think I had wondered how his mother would have access to Cardcaptor Sakuraâs Magic Circle (â˘) if she was not Cardcaptor Sakura. And this answers it! She had her wand for a while. Just like Cardcaptor Sakura's magic circle was Clow Reed's when using his wand.
That was⌠a much simpler explanation than expected. Maybe.
Also I visually really enjoy how the Sun in Sakuraâs magic circle overlaps and almost perfectly aligns with the Sun in Syaoranâs magic circle. Thatâs a very fun touch.Â
It looks like the power of everything happening threatens to blow them all away, buy [(Jam Jar Syaoran)(Lava Lamp's Dad Syaoran)(Daddyaoran)] and [(Jam Jar Sakura)(Lava Lamp's Mother Sakura)(Sakura Sakura Sakura Sakura) grab Lava Lamp and Super Sakura to keep them safe. Meanwhile Fai protects Kurogane AND grabs Mokona with perfect timing.
IT'S THAT INSTANT MOKONA SAVE THAT I LOVE TO SEE!
Uh⌠Meanwhile! This is happening!
Whatever this is!
#Reality bending magic?#Magic circles bouncing through dimensions?#We just donât know!#BUT WEâLL SEE#Big Big Magic#Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle#Tsubasa#Vol 217#Lava Lamp Guy#Super Sakura#Mysterious Lava Lamp Family Figures#Mokona#Fai#Kurogane#I like how they very much did not address Watanukiâs disappearance#Or even show it at all#So that even I forgot until now
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RealAgeAU Drabble - The Tavern
*kicks in the door* HELLO! :D Guess three times who had an idea?! IT is me! Your homie!
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I am so excited because I finally got an idea on how I wanted to mention a few things! And It fits together! :D
Also, The mentioned OC is from @spotaus Who made a lovely drabble that I personally also consider canon for this AU <3 Give it some love and look at it okay? They are very talented!
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Dust looks up at the building as he tilts his skull. It looks nice enough and doesn't look like the general Grillby's building. It looks grander and like it has been expended a bunch. Dust can see some newer repairs around the fench and the walls and can only assume those had to be repaired.
Cross shuffles somewhere near him "Are we sure about this?"
Killer hums as he looks at the building himself "I mean. Dusty got that cash reward for that repair thing at the last market..." and he shrugs.
Dust nods "WAs a lot." and that is an understatement. When the mayor had said they would send a thank you for Dust repairing the generator and fridges he had figrued it would just be like some flowers.
That was usually with political people did. Send some weird present and a card about how good of a free service yoou did and all that crap.
Instead she just send a cash package that none of them had expected. As thank you for saving their market. Aparently it was the normal amount they payed for a emergancy service of this big with a nice tiny bonus. As a welcome to the community present!
It had been welcome mostly because it would help get them started after the winter and made sure they didn't need to keep getting by with tiny jobs here and there.
Horror nods in agreement "Crop said this would be a good way to get more friendly. Be seen less as hermits." Dust blinks back into the conversation and actually pays attention as he is suposed to be part of it.
Cross sounds deeply unhappy "I like being hermits..."
Dust hums as he keeps holding Nightmare. Nightmare stares slightly enchanted at the building before shaking his skull to snap himself out of it. Dust thinks they are doing a good job with helping him unlearn the bad and unhealthy habits he had from being forced into his guardian position.
But it will take more time, Nightmare still feels awkward and weird for being a child and childlike sometimes. They will eventually get that mindset out of his little skull.
More shuffles and Dust glances over. Yup. No Cross in sight. Dust doesn't point it out and just thrusts his elbow out into the general direction he last heard Cross. A groan and Cross sends him a glare as the weird invisibility starts to shift off of him.
That is another thing all four of them had silently decided to just... not talk about. Much like how he tended to now be more charged with actual electricity instead of just mana. How Killer's silver tongue has gone to the extreme and even the most stupid lies seem to be believed if he says it with enough confidence. How the very layout of their own farm shiftly slightly when Horror had been staring and nudging the area.
They just...
It is probably fine. Ngihtmare hadn't seemed alarmed by it and they just figure it is because of the apple situation. Nightmare is still slowly losing that old magic and they are nearby a lot. It would make sense they took it over slightly.
They hadn't been actively bothered by it yet and while annoying and something to keep in mind it didn't seem dangerous.
Dust nods to the door "Lets go." and he walks forwards wiht Ngihtmae in his arms.
The inside is nicely lit and warm. People are all around and Dust recognises quite a few people from all of his trips to town to repair things. he also sees some of the people who came to help them with their new house. Dust still doesnt'quite know the names of them all as he never was the best with names. That is more of a Killer and Cross thing.
Dust looks around and spots a table which is empty and marches over there. By this point easily ignoring the curious glances. He also knows that Killer is shadowing him with most likely that same stupid challenging and charming grin on his stupid charming face.
Dust takes a seat and looks at the chairs around him. He ends up pulling one near and putting Nightmare in it. Nightmare manages to look over the edge but it is a near thing. Dust tilts his skull "That good?"
Nightmare thinks it over before nodding. Then he looks to the side as he takes in someone playing the guitar and singing live music. huh. Dust wonders if that is a regular thing.
The others join them and they all take a moment to really familiarise themselves with the area. It is different but small details are the same. The shade of the lighting. The colour of the shelves. Tiny things that make the scene more familiar.
Dust used to get disbalanced and well, fucked in the head by seeing things that reminded him of his own universe. He still gets missed up if it is too much alike but he likes to think he got a bit better at handling it all.
They look up when Light walks over to them. Their flames bright as they carry menu's in their multitude of arms. They greet them and gives everyone a menu before getting a small notepad out "Any ideas for drinks?"
Dust shrugs as he lokos at Ngihtmare. Nightmare reads the drink part of the menu wiht a serious and thoughtful look before looking up at the fire elemental. he pauses for a moment before speaking "Can I have a root beer float?"
Light's flames flicker happily as they note it down "One root beer float for the very polite skeleton." they looks at them and wait.
Dust hums and mutters "Same." Light nods nad notes it down.
Killer looks at the different drinks and settles for some latte coffee which he will probably put an unholy amount of sugar into. DUst would be worried about the caffeine if he didn't already know that caffeine just didn't affect Killer.
Horror ends up asking for some fresh mint tea and Cross just asks for sparkling water.
With those orders out of the way Light lets them be to look at the menu. Some items hit the guilt filled part of his soul as it reminds him of things of the past but he shakes it off. Those are normal menu items. Even so Dust decides to take the chicken and egg dish. Mostly because it seems like a this universe thing.
Horror ends up picking the same as Killer ends up going for an unholy amount of fries. Nightmare ends up picking pumpkin soup and Cross joins Nightmare with his order.
Light brings them their drinks, which honestly? Rather brave of the fire elemental to bring them liquids. They take their order and leave for a short while to get everything ready.
Nightmare goes back to listening to the live music as Dust and the other three make light conversation. They keep their conversation vague as they talk abotu old missions and stupid stuff that happened. They share chuckles and it is honestly nice to relax.
Their food is brought over and Light looks at them nervously "So... How is the flower doing?"
Horror looks up before answering "It is well. It stands in the window near the fire place."
They had ended up moving the burning flower there as it served as a nice night light for Nightmare. Nightmare denied being uncomfortable in the dark but Dust thinks the darkness still freaks him out a bit now that he lost his nightvision after becoming little again.
Dust can only imagine the panic he feels if he thinks he was left alone agian. Abandoned again.
It is also why Cross invested some of the hard earned cash into fairy lights and strung those up all along and above the nest. Light it up better.
Nightmare slept much more soundly and woke up less int he middle of the night now and for them it hardly mattered if it was dark out or not.
Light, heh, lights up as they say they are happy to hear that before happily skipping off.
Dust snorts and shoots Cross an amused grin "they are enchanted by you." and he snorts again when Cross sputters.
"Hardly!" Cross glares as he blushes and his arm disappears out of view again. Luckily Killer sees and nudges where the arm used to be, bringing it back into view.
Cross crosses his arms and huffs.
Killer grins and winks at Cross "I can see why. soldier boy is so strong and reliable and a true knight in shining armour." and he winks again.
Cross sputters and his blush grows even darker as he looks away from Killer "Stop being weird..." Killer laughs and hugs Cross.
Horror watches them with a fond look before turning his focus on Ngihtmare and getting him to eat his soup. Something about little babybones needing energy to heal and grow.
Dust gets to work on his own meal as he watches the others. Soul feeling warm and content to see them all here. He really likes not being alone anymore.
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And if you haven't check out Spotaus's lovely drabble !!
#utmv#realageau#nightmare sans#deaged nightmare#killer sans#cross sans#dust sans#Horror sans#We are back at it again! And look at that! Adopting a godling may have tiny tiny consequences.#just tiny ones though! I am sure it doesn't get out of hand or worse or stronger :3 *ignoring the storms that starts to form* No worries!#serious note. Look at the guys just doing a family thing and going out for dinner!#Also friend I really hope I did well with Light. And remembered it right with them also being a fire elemental <3#Also just a bit of joking around about the fact you said Light was enarmoured wiht the guys <3 They would see others having crushes on them#BUT NOT NOTICE IT FROM EACH OTHER!#It wrote itself and I hope it was like you had in mind as well <3#euh... I wanted to say more but i forgot. woops. oh well.
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I was rewatching kinnporsche on the plane and
Did Kim sign Wik for Ohm as well?? Bestie didn't even know who you were Kim đ
#kimchay#kim theerapanyakul#kpts#porchay kittisawasd#no one can tell me Kim doesnt love his fans like he just gave ohm a signature as well#why not#or was it beacuse he was distracted by the cute boy who had a disturbingly encyclopaedic knowledge of your work?#forgot what you were doing and was like signitures for everyone why not#the real reason is probably just jeff had to practice writing WIK on someone other than chay and Ohm was there?#surely he couldve done it to one of the other background charcaters we wouldnt see?#did he not have to do it three times for the winners of the quiz anyway?#idk#i just thought it was funny if theres an actual explanation and ive missed it rip#mine
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Hobie1610 pt. 3
part 3 has finally arrived!!! at a faster rate than part 2 but a bit of a wait nonetheless lol
not entirely sure how long this lil story will go on for but hope y'all are enjoying this ride regardless, whether it ends on the next part or in 3 more chapters ldfjkdhf
in this installment: thrilling action, a high stakes chase, and we get to learn more abt our beloved hobie jones! yippee!
>pt. 1 here<
>pt. 2 here<
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By some miracle, Hobie did not mention the suit to Miles once they started texting semi-regularly.
Unfortunately, they also couldn't really make their lunch date (date? God, get it together, Morales. It is not a dateâŚ) as soon as Miles would have liked, due to a million different things getting in the way of them setting a solid day aside to chill together.
Just his luck, of course.
But in the hallways, Hobie actually deigned to give Miles a passing smile every now and then. They didnât ever get to hang out like they did for those precious few moments on the first day of school, but Miles didnât feel the crushing weight of guilt every time he saw Hobie in his same classroom anymore. What a relief!
So Miles was mostly okay with how things were going anyhow, even if the hangout ended up falling through and they both decided not to go in the end. He was able to patrol and do his homework in blissful peace for the first time in months.
⌠Kind of.
That look on Hobieâs handsome face as he looked down past Milesâ coat collar thoughâŚ
That still ate away at an anxious part of Milesâ brain whenever he had the time to sit down and really let his worries manifest.
No time to think about that now, though. Miles was suited up again on a school night, hoping to get at least an hourâs worth of patrolling in before security at Visions noticed he was absent from his dorm room. He hoped Ganke would be able to cover for him like he always did.
It was yet another cold evening out in New York City, and Miles was steadily covering the edges of Brooklyn, heading towards Manhattan to do a quick sweep through Central Park like he did on occasion. There was always something going on in Manhattan, especially during the evening.
Miles decided it wouldnât hurt to take a quick peek before calling it a night and heading back to Visions.
So away he went-- now fully in his Spiderman element-- vaulting and soaring over buildings, showing off every now and then by doing silly flips and tricks mid-air for the opportunistic New Yorkers looking to snap their Spiderman Sighting of the day. A little social media promo never hurt anyone, after allâŚ
Spiderman finally swung down onto a tree branch on the western side of the park from a street lamp and was just about to lower himself down as inconspicuously as he could, before immediately feeling the tingling electricity of his Spider Senses race up and down his spine, giving him the usual headache along with it.
He crouched down quietly on a branch and watched as a familiar lanky figure streaked across the path underneath him onto the grass and beyond.
Whoever this runner was, he was fast. And hot on his trail was a gang of burly bumbling assholes cursing up a blue streak as they gave chase.
Spidermanâs eyes stayed glued to the fast runner like they were a lifeline. His senses honed in on the person and he erupted out of the leaves of the tree with one mighty leap, sailing through the air to shoot a web out and swing his way on over to the excitement.
Several joggers, people walking dogs after work, and mothers with baby carriages exclaimed and shouted as they were barreled into by the gang of men trying to keep up with their moving target. The runner didnât seem to be giving up, though, as their long legs sent them flying over bushes and rocks and lounging people as gracefully as a ribbon in the air.
It was indeed getting dark soon again, but the darkness didnât really affect Spidermanâs senses at all. His mask helped him fine-tune his powerful vision and anticipate the runnerâs next moves.
It looked as though they were trying to make their way up towards the Great Lawn from Cedar Hill, but whether the person was planning to make a break for the now-empty Delacorte Theatre or the Metropolitan Museum Of Art⌠or beyond? That was the million dollar question.
Spiderman didnât want to lose the person in case they happened to just be a petty thief, since that would be a quick and easy problem to fix. But as he silently chased down the runner alongside (and unbeknownst) to the gang, his suspicions gave way to some other... ideas.
Namely, that the runner seemed young, a bit too young for someone to be pissing off this many fully-grown gang members.
He pushed through his confusion and made a break for the theatre the second he guessed that the runner was pivoting in that direction.
The trees were getting thicker the closer they got to the Belvedere Castle and Spiderman eventually resorted himself to hoofing it, mindful of sticking to the shadows of the foliage that surrounded them on all sides.
He was super grateful now more than ever that his suit happened to be his signature sleek black and red, rather than the tacky and hyper-visible reds and blues of many of his Spider counterparts (sorry Peter!)
Once he confirmed that the suspicious target was indeed planning on hiding in the bleachers of the massive amphitheatre, he shot up a web to hoist himself into the infrastructure from the tall stadium lights. From there, he positioned himself a bit closer to the fray, hearing the loud and heavy boots of the gang following the runner, not far behind.
Then, he squinted into the dusk as he watched one of the entrances from his perch up high... and almost choked on his own saliva!
In comes none other than Hobie Motherfucking Jones, streaking down several steps like a shooting star, clutching onto⌠something tucked under one of his arms. He was breathless, panting loudly, and heading straight for the Belvedere Lake.
Upon hearing the heavy bootfalls get ever closer with every passing second, it seemed that Hobie got the idea to attempt a last-minute juke by throwing himself underneath the stairs that faced the lake, tucking himself as tightly as he could under the massive stage at the center.
Spiderman watched all of this happening with wide eyes, holding his own breath in. He prayed that the ugly thugs didnât see Hobieâs sneaky last-second move, but climbed up high onto the stadium lights and prepared to swing down anyhow, just in case.
What was Hobie even doing here, out at this hour? And what the hell did he manage to steal that was so important to these men anyways? It was quite a chase they were caught up in, running nearly two entire miles all the way up to the amphitheatre just to catch him, and that was only from what he could see when he swung into action.
The group split up and pulled out flashlights, determinedly searching the bleachers and corners as best they could while the sky rapidly darkened above them.
From right below the webbed crime-fighter, Hobie poked his head out from the shadows and took a peek.
No, no, duck back down! Spiderman wanted to shout, but he couldnât.
No one knew he had followed them and he was safe high above the action where he balanced himself on the metal bars that housed the bulbs. His muscles tensed as the bright beam of light from one guyâs flashlight swept a little too close to Hobieâs head. Damnit.
Spiderman couldnât just sit there all day! He had a friend to save, stolen item be damned!
He rechecked his web shooters furtively and took aim.
He set his sights on another stadium light pole across from the stage, figuring that if he was quick and agile enough, he could time his swing well enough to scoop Hobie up from where he was hidden and avoid any detection. Hopefully.
Seemed like a solid enough plan though, until Hobie just. Shot out from his hiding place all of a sudden, the heels of his boots rapping loudly against the cement and echoing all around the stage as he made a beeline for the lakefront.
Shit!!!
Miles wanted to kill him. Those guys didnât even suspect he was hiding where we was in the first place!
... Okay, plan B!
Spidermanâs brain whirred at breakneck speeds as he watched the thugs exclaim loudly and give chase yet again, this time much closer to Hobie than they ever were before.
Without thinking, he swung down from his perch and bowled over a couple of men in his haste to simply just⌠grab Hobie like a damsel in distress and fireman-carry him back around the gang to get a good line of web onto a nearby pole.
The men all cursed and shouted in surprise of course, flashlight beams waving around everywhere.
One of them even yelled, âwhat the hell was that?!â like a character in one of his dadâs favorite cheesy slasher movies.
Spiderman was too fast for them, a black blur simply whizzing by as he grabbed Hobie and hoisted the both of them up into the air with a mighty leap. Hobie yelped in surprise, grunting from the effort, and seemed to let whatever he stole slip out of his hands which then clattered loudly onto the ground below.
The thugs rejoiced then, shaking fists at Hobie and his rescuer as they flew up to the top of a tree and detached themselves so they could fall onto the stadium light opposite from Spidermanâs initial hiding spot.
Spiderman didnât stop until he attached another web up to the lights and dangled there for a bit. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins as he shifted Hobie off of his shoulders and let him slide slowly onto his side, his friendâs wiry arms clutching him tightly.
They both watched with rapt attention at the goings-on several feet below them.
The thugs congregated around the fallen item, picking it up and turning it this way and that. It looked like a briefcase, though with the low lighting it really couldâve been anything. It was only when one of them-- the biggest and burliest of them all-- shouted out another colorful swear word that Hobie then seemed to come back to himself again.
He squeezed Spidermanâs shoulders with his arms and kicked at him. They swung a bit from the wiggling.
âOuch!â Spiderman hissed, as quietly as he could. He was hoping the dark dusk would conceal their position now as long as they made No Noises, but even that wasnât guaranteed.
âGo, go, go, go, man! Letâs get out of here!!â Hobie hissed right back into his ear, his face mere centimeters away from Spidermanâs mask.
Spiderman stubbornly ignored the heat radiating out from his face at that realization and jerked this way and that, looking for an easy escape from their conundrum.
Flashlight beams danced around the ground before finally swinging up to the trees and catching sight of a pair of shoes dangling in the sky.
The biggest and meanest one of the bunch pulled something out of his pocket and took aim.
Bullet! Spidermanâs senses screamed into his cerebellum.
âGoddamn,â he huffed ruefully as the shots rang out. Hobie panicked. âBullets for us? Thatâs a little harsh, isnât it?â
Hobie clung onto his hero for dear life. âBrother, if you do not get a move on from here, we are both gonna get turned into fish filets!â He shouted into Spidermanâs ear.
âOw. Okay,â Spiderman grumbled, sticking himself to the side of the pole they dangled from and readjusting Hobie so that he clung onto his back instead.
He took a deep breath and narrowly dodged a bullet that whizzed unnervingly close to their heads. Hobie yelled again.
âOkay, okay, okay,â Spiderman began, speaking quickly. âHold on, okay? Hold on tight. Just hold on and do not let me go for even a second!â
âOn it!â Hobie shouted back, legs kicking a bit before wrapping themselves tightly around Spidermanâs torso.
They both took a breath and then Spiderman jumped, gaining some air before twin webs erupted from his web shooters-- aimed directly towards the seating area entrance.
Together, he and Hobie rocketed from their airborne position towards their escape route once the fluids connected to solid architecture. To his credit, Hobie only whimpered a little bit through the ride.
The thugs had no chance! They stumbled on tired, aching legs towards the very door the two teens had left out of, complaining and cursing some more as they searched through the steps and made their way out onto the theatreâs general admission and concessions area.
They searched and searched through the bushes and trees, going so far as to even check the sculptures near the structure.
After several tense moments of gruff shouting back-and-forth, the search eventually died down until only a couple of the men were left sweeping the area once more. The others had already given up their fruitless endeavor and called it a night.
âFucking kids, man. What the hell,â Spiderman heard one of them grumble before kicking at the Romeo and Juliet statue angrily and following the rest of his cohorts down the path towards the Great Lawn again.
Hobie and Spiderman let out matching sighs of relief then, happy to have given the men the slip by managing to hide behind the giant 3D Delacorte Theatre sign right above the box offices. Lucky for them, most people donât think to search behind lit-up signs, so they went completely undetected.
â⌠Wanna let me know what you were doing here this whole time? You couldâve gotten killed!â Spiderman breathed. He wanted his tone to be sharper, more authoritative⌠but he was just so glad to see his new friend still in one piece instead of riddled with more holes than a chunk of swiss cheese!
Hobie scoffed, tucking a loc behind his ear and sitting back. Thanks to the lighting of the sign and the other park lights in the area, Spiderman could see him digging around in his coat pocket and fishing out-- a USB drive?
Hobie held it up triumphantly, sleepy down-turned eyes glistening with pride.
âI got it! Suckers! Screw them by the way, Iâm not the thief, if thatâs what youâre wondering,â
Well. He was sneaky, alright. Spiderman had to hand that to him, at the very least.
He sat back on his heels as well and exhaled. âFine. I believe you. Whatâs on that drive?â
Hobie squinted at him then, really giving him a good once-over now that the excitement had officially died down. ââŚDamn. Youâre Spiderman,â
âYeah, yeah. Hey, hi, nice to meet you, Iâm your friendly neighborhood Sp-- ugh, seriously man, just tell me what all of that was back there or else Iâm webbing you up and calling the cops.â
âHey!â Hobie objected. âLike I said already, Iâm the good guy here. I snagged this from those guys because I caught them snoopinâ around the museum over that way. I followed them and found out they were stealing this!â
Spiderman bobbed his head. âOkay? And whatâs on it?â
Hobie turned the drive over a bit in his hands, admiring it. âMost likely? Security codes, schedules, maps. Iâve been uh⌠investigating those dudes for a while after watching them sniff around the museum for a few days now. It looks like they were just art thieves plannin' a heist, so I jumped on the opportunity to deliver justice myself.â
Hobieâs mischievous grin was met by Spidermanâs disapproving stare.
âAnd why didnât you just call security and let them know? Like I said, super dangerous thing you did back there! If I wasnât there to save you, you couldâve died, man.â
Hobie pocketed his USB drive again and rolled his eyes. âYâknow, for a vigilante hero with cool superpowers, you sure are a square.â
Spiderman sat up and placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. âOof, ow. Thatâs mean,â
âYeah, it is, but you know Iâm right. If a kid like me walked up to some cops and tried to warn them of a possible art heist, you just know those pricksâll laugh in my face and do literally nothing about it. I had to take matters into my own hands!â Hobie jutted his chin out defiantly.
Well. Couldn't really argue with that, especially considering PDNYâs less-than-stellar track record of taking preventative measures most times. All that they would most likely do is nod along to whatever Hobie was telling them and chuckle, shaking their heads as they walk away. Not their problem.
Spiderman rubbed his chin. âPoint taken," he conceded. "So whatâs your plan now?â
Hobie glanced around, as if he was checking for any eavesdroppers. âIâm gonna submit some photos to a journalist I met online before turning this in back to the museum. The journalistâll help get those guys behind bars once a story's published and some actual adults talk to the cops. I am going to go collect my reward,â
Spiderman blinked. He had a bunch of questions swimming in his head, but the first question out of his mouth was, âwhat reward?â
âThe reward for turning in precious security info, genius!â Hobie tapped at his forehead with a finger and grinned. âIf I get to negotiate with them, I can get some money to save up and-- uh. Nevermind. Listen, are you gonna rat me out or not?â
Milesâ brow creased behind his mask. â⌠I donât think I will. Sounds like youâre doing the right thing⌠mostly.â
Hobie cheered silently. âYes! Okay, I take it back, Spidey. You are cool!â
Spiderman sighed. âBut first, I need to know youâre gonna be safe. Like, actually, and that youâre not gonna get followed home.â
Hobie shrugged nonchalantly and pushed more locs out of his face again. âYeah, you can walk me home if you want,â
âNo, thatâs not what I mean. I mean, thatâs not the only thing I mean. I need you to promise me that youâre not gonna get into stupid stunts like this again. That was so dangerous and you really couldâve gotten hurt!â
Hobie exhaled as well. He stared intensely into the maskâs giant white lenses for a beat, making Spiderman shift uncomfortably.
Then, he held up his pinkie. â⌠Fine. I wonât do stupid shit like this again. I promise.â
Spiderman blinked a few more times and hooked his pinkie onto Hobieâs. âUh. Okay, cool! Cool, thatâs what I wanna hear, considering keeping New Yorkers safe is my job! I just wanna see you safe, thatâs all. No more art heists, you gotta leave that to the professionals to handle,â
âWhat, professionals like you? You mightâve not even gotten to them in time before they snuck off with like millions of dollars worth of art, bro.â
âAnyone ever tell you you are just so mean? Dontcha have a little faith in me? The âvigilante hero with cool superpowersâ?â Spiderman shot back.
They both laughed.
âSeriously, though. I do appreciate the fact that you saved my ass back there,â Hobie admitted, eyes cast downwards for a second. âI was actually gonna throw this thing into the lake and hope this drive got eaten by like⌠a fish or something.â
âAnd what about you?â Spiderman smiled despite himself.
âWell,â Hobie shrugged. âIf I died, I died. I guess,â
It was Spidermanâs turn to scoff now. âYou have a family, man. Donât be ridiculous. You have friends and family that would miss you!â
Hobieâs expression turned dark, his entire face shadowing for a second before being replaced by cool detached nonchalance. A slight hint of annoyance stayed put underneath.
â⌠My familyâs barely my family. I donât have any friends, either. Don't worry about me.â Hobie admitted in a clipped tone. He stood up abruptly and started doing some casual stretches.
Spiderman stood up as well, knowing fully well how this song and dance was going to go.
He would never admit it out loud, but heâd seen his fair share of self-destructive citizens throwing themselves into the middle of danger in the short time heâd been doing this whole vigilante thing. He had talked many a melancholy or manic person from tossing themselves off of multiple different buildings, different bridges, stopped them from âfallingâ onto train tracks.
And as loath as he is to admit it, this Hobieâs particular brand of cool detachment was entirely too familiar to him as well.
A flash of his uncle Aaronâs face lit up a part of his brain that he hadnât really allowed himself to acknowledge since that fateful day. He quickly stamped that out.
He cleared his throat and rubbed at his neck. â⌠Well. That sounds pretty depressing, man.â
He didnât notice Hobieâs shoulders hitch at that phrase.
âBut,â Spiderman continued, âYou got people out here who care about you, even if you donât know it. Youâre still so young, you could be ending your life before you even meet, like, your favoritest person in the whole world, right? So just do me a quick favor, take care of yourself. For me. Live long enough to meet your favorite person, alright?â
Spiderman put on his best comforting expression that he could despite the mask most likely getting in the way of Hobie fully seeing it. He hoped his words were enough to convince him not to dive off the deep end, at least not anytime soon.
It seemed to work at least a little bit, because Hobie looked back at him with a much warmer-- albeit hesitant-- expression.
âCan I ask you something?â Hobie finally said after a few moments of silence.
âUh, sure.â Spiderman replied.
âDo you know about a kid named Miles Morales at all?â
The air was sucked out of Spidermanâs lungs right then as he floundered like a fish for a minute, brain working into overdrive to make his answer sound both intelligent and convincing.
âU-uh, maaaybeee? I dunno, I meet a lot of New Yorkers everyday and I donât get many names, yanno? S-sounds familiar, but sorr--â
âI knew it,â Hobie exhaled a laugh and surged forward to embrace Spiderman with both arms.
Spiderman stood frozen in his place, arms held in mid-air as he worked to process this.
âUh. What--â
Spiderman felt Hobieâs chin dig into the side of his cheek a little as he turned his lips to his ear. âYour secretâs safe with me, by the way. Iâm not telling anyone,â
Miles felt his whole world turn on its axis before shattering completely.
Oh no, no, no, no, no! Goddamnit!
Miles pushed Hobie off and stepped back, holding his hands up. âOh hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I dunno what youâre thinking or who you think I am, but--!â
Hobie sighed loudly. âMiles, I saw your suit.â
The world screeched to a halt.
Hobie picked his gaze back up off of his feet and even seemed apologetic, almost. âI, uhm. Like, back on the roof. At Visions. I wasnât⌠a hundred percent sure I saw it, since it couldâve been any logo at all, but. Well, youâre a pretty bad liar too, yâknow that, right?â
Miles sucked in a slightly shaky breath, gulping loudly. âUh. W-well,â
Hobie smiled shyly. âYou, uh⌠youâre like around the same height as Miles Morales, anyways. And you sure sound a lot like him, too.â
Damn. Damn it all.
Miles spun this way and that, placing his hands atop his head as he panicked slightly. âH-Hobie, you cannot tell anyone else about this, whatsoever. Do you understand? No one. At all. Or weâre both dead!â
Hobie held his hands up, lines creasing in his face. âLook bro, youâve got secrets of mine too. We pinkie promised, remember? I donât break promises.â
Miles didnât point out that the promise was so that Hobie would stop getting himself into stupidly dangerous situations, but he accepted it anyways, albeit reluctantly.
âD-do⌠do you actually, like actually promise me youâll never breathe a word about this to anyone? Ever? At all?â
Hobie held up his right hand into the air, as if taking an oath. âI, MJ, solemnly swear to never breathe a single word to anyone about your super secret identity, so help me god.â
Miles planted his fists on his hip and shook his head. âOh my god,â he exhales on a shaky laugh.
âDonât you believe me? What would I have to gain by selling you out? Oh,â Hobie stops suddenly, perking up. âWe could even work together! I got me my sweet camera and my extensive connects, man. Think about it!â
âNo, no. Hobie. Stop that, man. Iâm not putting you into any danger after I just saved your skinny butt. Spiderman doesnât do sidekicks anyways,â
Hobie looked a bit put out, but shrugged anyways. âWell, I mean⌠think about it sometime. We could seriously take down criminal activity around here, if youâre down! And, uh. You do have my number,â
Miles looked up and took a deep breath. âMmnyes, I do. I do have your number. Thatâs⌠I mean youâre not wrong about that. Listen, I think itâs getting pretty late and we should both be heading back home now, though.â
The corners of Hobieâs mouth curled up mischievously. âTrue, true. It is a school night, after all.â
Miles couldnât stop grinning despite the heavy anvil that threatened to burst out of his chest. âYep, yes it is! Okay, time to get you home now. Câmon, letâs go.â
Miles moved to step into Hobieâs space and carry him on his back again so he could lower the both of them down from the lip of the theatre roof.
But before that happened, he felt Hobie place a cold but strong hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Miles looked up inquisitively and felt his breath catch in his throat as he felt those same hands slowly slide up the smooth spandex of his suit, up his shoulders, and then they stopped at his neck, at the seam of where his suit and mask met.
The entire thing probably only took a few seconds to do, but to Miles it felt like eons passed as he felt every single muscle twitch and the pulse beating underneath Hobieâs skin while he ran those fingers up his arms.
He was standing so close to him! Oh god!
The entire ordeal was unbearably intimate, and Miles could barely stop the shudder that wracked his body suddenly.
Hobieâs soft lips were slightly parted, the lighting of the sign next to them caught in the dark brown portals that were his eyes.
âU-uhm. Sorry, this is weird...â he mumbled quietly. But his hands didn't move.
All around them, crickets started their soothing chorus.
Here they were, right behind the giant lettering of the Delacorte Theatre, intertwined in each otherâs arms on a cold night-- and Milesâ core body temperature has never felt hotter before. He felt like he could melt steel, the way this night was going. He didnât know when his hands raised to grasp onto Hobieâs arms, but they mustâve done it of their own accord because Miles then felt himself squeezing softly onto Hobieâs biceps.
Slowly, painstakingly, and carefully⌠Hobie made his move.
Every centimeter of the mask being pushed up was accompanied by a soft look that asked-- no, it begged-- for permission to continue. His hands seemed to move on their own eventually, as he slid the mask up over the back of Miles' head and then eased it up off of his nose.
Hobie wore a soft look of determination then, that fully came into view again once Miles felt his mask slide right up off of his eyes. Hobieâs soft hands eventually fell away, mask in one hand, no sounds in the air except for the wildlife of the park starting to wake now that the night has officially fallen.
Miles wasnât sure why he did, but he held his breath.
After a few seconds of appraising gazes from each other, pupils meeting pupils, exchanging a million words a second with just a few looks⌠Hobie grinned beautifully.
âDamn. There you are,â
Miles felt a plume of heat erupt from his gut and rush up to his face. âUh. Hm, y-yep. Here I am,â he blinked back at Hobie with his big brown eyes.
Hobie had a look of pure joy on his face before it started to melt away suddenly. âYou know⌠I should backstab you for abandoning me out of nowhere that one time, though⌠I really should...â
The moment collapsed like an undone web, a delicate thing now completely destroyed as Miles leaped up in indignation.
âHobie!â
Hobie stepped back and laughed loudly. âRe-lax! Iâm not gonna actually do it. But. Yâknow.â
âAnd if you do, Iâll leave you webbed up to that billboard near Visions,â Miles threatened, mostly light-heartedly.
âPsshh, and then get my momâs two million lawyers on your ass? Good luck,â
âAs if they could ever catch me! Iâm Spiderman!â
Just as easily as they had stepped out of being just kids for a moment, they stepped right back into it, bickering like they'd been friends since forever.
Miles lowered the both of them from the sign and they headed towards the eastern side of the park, making their way over to Hunterâs Gate. They bickered and bantered back and forth the entire way there, and it was only once they made it to the outer gates of the park that Miles stopped them both.
With his mask back on and other New Yorkers now milling nearby, Miles made it a point to lower his voice as he turned to Hobie and puffed his chest out heroically.
âSo, random citizen. Where are we off to today? I told you Iâd take you back home safely, and thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â
ââCause you promised, right?â Hobie smirked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.
âUhm. Yeah, yeah. I did. So, lead the way!â Spiderman made a grand ushering gesture, and Hobie chuckled good-naturedly as he stepped aside and exited Central Park.
âYou gonna walk me home, Spiderman?â Hobie threw him a side-long glance.
âYyyeahâŚ? Why? Youâd rather swing home?â
âI liked swinging, actually. Yeah,â Hobie stopped where he was on the sidewalk and nodded with an air of finality. âYeah⌠letâs swing!â
Spiderman felt his heart do a few somersaults in his chest before he gestured towards his shoulders. Hobie quickly assumed the position, long lanky arms wrapping around him and leaning his body weight against Spidermanâs side.
Spiderman shot up a web to a nearby street lamp and gave his friend one more glance.
âYou sure?â He asked again, really making sure that Hobie was okay with this. Not many people really liked swinging, which was understandable. Even Miles wasn't the biggest fan of it at times.
Hobie chuckled and ignored the onlookers as they slowly ambled past the two, throwing the teens questioning glances as they made their way past them.
âYeah, I am! Letâs go,â
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Miles: Do you actually actually really like on your LIFE promise that youâre not ginna tell a soul about⌠wellâŚ
Miles: gonna*
MJ: Yes, Miles. I PROMISE [eyeroll emoji]
Miles: I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
MJ: Do you actually, though? ;)
Miles: No. But I can find out⌠I got connects
MJ: Uh huh. Iâll tell your âconnectsâ that if you donât take me out on that promised lunch date, our friendly neighborhood Spiderman just might be the next trending topic on ALL social media apps again very soonâŚâŚ..
Miles: Oh my god. You are Evil. I canât believe this. My next arch nemesis⌠damn
Miles: What a killer plot twist. The greatest foe I have yet to face happens to be none other than one of my very own classmates
Miles: It be ya own people
From his familyâs Lower Manhattan penthouse, Hobie laughs out loud as he reads the text messages, ignoring all of the curious glances thrown his way by various members of his team.
From Milesâ own humble dorm room at Visions, he laughs aloud as well.
#spiderverse#mine#miles morales#hobie brown#<- well i mean not really but yall know what i mean#hope u guys enjoyed this lil installment! <3#i tried to make the action as entertaining as possible but y'all must know.... that it really is my weak spot so if you guys read all that#and went 'huh'#well then.... Understandable Have A Nice Day!#but listen mj is more often than not a total bamf in the comics and so to make 1610's mj not nearly as cool#esp when this is HOBIE we're talkin abt here... that would be criminal. so i did what i had to do#and i'm trying to like uuhhhh not do an Exposition Dump on hobie jones' character all at once#just sorta drip feeding y'all his backstory before we Get Into It ya feel me#also @ everyone leaving nice comments so far. I LOV YOU :) <3#thank u!#sorry abt the messy ass art on this chapter. i rushed it as i'm sure y'all can tell#they also dont match up 1:1 on the story bc i did the sketches initially before i wrote all this#just as concept art before sitting down to write so i meannnn! but! they came out p close to the finished product#so i was like 'ok close enough lets just ink it and be done'#hope yall still like them anyhow LOL oops#anyways..... i gotta quit my yappin'#see yall on the next one <3#punkflower#â almost forgot to tag oof
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it's weird how in the flashback episodes we never really see sam as an angry kid when we hear so much about how he argued with john nonstop and how vocal he was about hating the life throughout the show, he's always portrayed as kinda timid and quiet.
the only time we see him act out like that (that i remember right now anyway) is in after school special and he spends the entire episode pushing it down and swallowing everything he wants to say until he is finally pushed too far
its almost like sam wasn't a horribly angry child (or adult)
#this goes doubly for early seasons sam who kept getting told he was so filled with rage#i also just think that its kinda bad writing. i feel like the writers forgot that sam was constantly standing up for him and dean never did#im also reading weechesters fics rn and the most frustraiting thing is reading a fic that portrays dean as the rebelious one who stood up t#john for sam#you literally have never watched the show ever#we also never really get to see teen sam which is so hurtful to me personally :(#i know it would have been difficult because sam was 22 in the pilot so people kinda know what teen him and early 20s dean look like#but i prommy people woyld have suspended their disbelief
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at some point if you are a female sun seeker and no one ever beats your dad nunh do you just have to like. leave?? or does this not happen.
#a female sun seeker who wants kids i mean#also i have questions about shtolaâs family bc we see siblings in limsa and sharlayan#but where are her parents. like just physically where are they i want to know ahdjdksk#presumably somewhere in sharlayan???#i need to go on the hunt for y siblings again i canât remember where they all are#i need a text post tag#tbf i donât think it would be a stretch to say shtola isnât close to her parents like she did leave at 7. and i donât think she regrets it#but also kinda weird to send your 7 year old to live in a cave with an old woman. even if that 7 year old is shtola#idk!!! iâm just thinking. the differences and similarities in her and coriâs childhoods#are fascinating to me#okay ngl i kinda forgot what the actual body of this post said when i hit post. this is a shtola post now
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me: waiting for shoe(s) to drop
Personified Alan Becker YouTube Icon: oh... buddy...
#me reassuring myself like#it's okay. look see? they can speedrun the genuine apology process too. see? yeah i know#i know#--/ art#L1_CAT#subpixels#alan becker#green influencer arc#ava influencer arc#(OHMYGO D BRIAN MADE IT??????? NO WONDER IT'S GLORIOUS?!?!?!?)#i don't think there will be- well no. that's a lie there will totally be more great works with these specific themes in the future . . .#because there will probably be these specific problems in the future. but W0w does it hit now.#not that long ago i know i was dealing with angst online. and that just. permeates everything. for *months*#what a shot to the heart !!! new weakness unlocked ! ! ! !#/pos ... yeah no it's. you know what i mean#ghhhhghh the imperfect files feeling defensive about not being included hhhhhhhhhhhhhh kindness to snarling creatures hhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!#gonna need to rewatch this a few more times. at Least. hooh#ps: i have a vivid memory of reading a fic on ao3 that emotionally compromised me and i saw in the notes that the author said...#''[please trust me. i know what im doing c: ]'' or something that that's what they meant. it was either a doctor who or a good omens one.#and i did trust them. and the story continued being amazing. and they didn't let me drown in that space i found myself in.#i feel responsible for not letting myself get too far underwater like that- and i have succeeded.#and i also trusted Them (scriptors directors animators etc etc etc). and i am. safe#it feels like there was a wound here i forgot about that is only now beginning to heal. . . ... . . . . . .#i think ill be 100% ready to laugh about it in like. a year. for now we roll catharsis gang#a year is maybe too long. you know what i mean. arbitrary time unit. laundry minutes.
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ID: a digital drawing of marcia overstrand as an apprentice. She is wearing a green cloak and a tunic with a purple ribbon around the neckline, as well as gold star shaped earrings. She is looking to the right and smiling slightly. Her hair is in braids that end in a bun. /end ID
Playing with my marcia design.....probably best to turn ur brightness up for this one if u r like me and have it super low all the time. Otherwise her features all just vanish abdhdbjdnd. Anyway. Shout out to @lesbianmarciaoverstrand for her apprentice marcia design who I am always stealing bits and pieces from
#my art#art#septimus heap#I DID change her hair. It is not a bun made of braids it is just her regular hair unbraided at the end bc um. I can never resist drawing it#is it a practical hairstyle. Idk probably not. But consider. She probably uses magyk to do hair#anyway!!!! Idk if I'm going to continue drawing marcia like this. With the darker skin. But I like it so we will see#it might end up somewhere between here and where it's been before. And then probably I'll change it again at some point!!!#marcia gets to be my test doll for literally every other thing I draw. Septimus is for everything else#marcia overstrand#CAN'T BELIEVE I NEARLY FORGOT TO TAG HER. GOOD LORD#potentially her colours r weird but I can't rlly tell so. Idk
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