#future timeline

[traceytries]

💕 ~ Happy Anniversary ~ 💕

[darius-1]

[grimmcheems]

More Future Chichi👊🏽💥

This has been in my drafts for so long🗿💀👩🏽‍🦯anywayssss, just future timeline shenanigans. I’ve made a couple of arts about this future chichi timeline but I don’t think I’ve ever rly provided much context or story for those. Don’t mind her she just hates Goku Black and he terrorizes her unnecessarily bc yeah…….

she has muscles but the jacket hides it (I hate drawing clothes on buff characters bc it ends up hiding most of it😩)

I also thought of Zamasu developing a thing for Chichi bc Goku’s body literally doesn’t allow him to hurt her or their direct family (in this au he had to kill their sons indirectly bc Goku’s muscle memory? just wouldn’t allow it) but like, not rly??!? It’s complicated🙏🏽🗿 he hates humans but his interactions with her confuse him for the most part and since it will never fully be his body there’s always a lingering unknown feeling at the back of his head. Chichi hates his ASS tho. She ain’t holding back fr. I’ve tried to make arts of Chichi and trunks and mai but they never come out good so that’s why I haven’t had any yet.

I will try to get to drawing parts of this au though, at some point…..👩🏽‍🦯Chichi basically raises Trunks and Mai in this btw.

Also the world ends but dw bc a lot of background characters left her things to use and she helps save what’s left of humanity and maybe becomes a goddess for centuries to come but who knows(every time I revisit this au in my head I go insane)🤭

[pocketseizure]

The young prince Ganon is taken as a hostage after Hyrule emerges victorious from a war with the Gerudo. Trapped within Hyrule castle, Ganon must navigate a gauntlet of danger, but he finds an unlikely ally in the princess he is destined to destroy. Years later, as Ganon comes into his power as a leader of a newly industrialized Hyrule, the destruction he envisions may be Zelda’s only hope of salvation.

21k words . ( on AO3 here ) . illustration by @maegraeth

[its-wabby-stuff]

Krang Will Rise

I have a couple theories, regarding the Krang.

There is such little evidence for it, that I don’t even think there’s evidence against it. But hear me out.

I think only Krang prime can abolish mystics. It’s not an ability tied to every Krang, only to him.

Thé Krang value strength above all else, putting no remorse into losing those deemed weak. As such, wouldn’t that make Krang Prime, their leader, the strongest? And what better way to deem yourself the strongest than carrying a unique ability that takes away your enemies greatest potential threat.

Another reason: it seems there are three types of krang. The biotech, the warrior, and the interrogator. I’m not sure how much they overlap, but I do think they carry specialities. Given krang brother is most often asked to- spread their krangness. He is responsible for krangification, domain expansion, and manipulating the technology they have (Nevermind how all these abilities make him the perfect match for Donnie)(also think Krang Brother is mute). Krang sister is the most skilled and best fighter. I’m sure she outclasses the boys in that regard. I’d go as far to say she’s second in command, leading the charge while brother krang stays behind (her role as commander matches as Commander O’Niels opposite in war, hence their quarrel). Leaving Krang Prime, who has the ability to dig into a persons mind, manipulate their captives, control the hive mind, and abolish mystic powers. Perhaps rare amongst Krang, this makes them the perfect leader (do I even need to explain why he’s Leo’s main antagonist, his opposite in every way?).

I mentioned how krang brother is likely responsible for krangification, which leads me to a second point. Clearly, from the start of the invasion to the end in the bad timeline, the krangs numbers increased 100 fold. From 3 lone survivors to hundreds if not more. Which has led me to wonder how krang are created. I have two theories: 1) in the bad timeline, the krang in the prison dimension didn’t die. Meaning that when Leo grabbed the key in the movie, and altered time, the resulting explosion caused the krang to be wiped out. 2) the probably more likely one- they repopulated.

Thé krang are clearly parasitic creatures. Meaning their reproduction is likely from a source, that source being humans. “Recreating this world in the image of krang.” Krang possession is simple, and any krang can do it, latch a bit of themselves to a human and start the battle of wills. Krang dogs are amother easier way to make more, a quick process that mangles the hosts body. We see this happen with the foot clan. But if you want powerful krang, with no chance to turn on you, and to truly become one with krang, you transform them.

Raph was found in a bubble. In a slimy krang cocoon stuck to the ceiling and filled with glowing yellow goop. He was going to be turned, transformed into Krang. And he was going to be powerful, his source material being stronger than most. He was- until the process was interrupted. Notice how the krangification didn’t come from the outside, it wasn’t attached, it was growing inside him. And, unlike the other krangified peoples we saw, his eye turned purple. It wasn’t just covered in hoop with the yellow hive mind eye, it was purple. Let it be a testament to Raphs inner strength cause he very well may have accomplished a feat deemed impossible to overcome. The process wasn’t supposed to be reversible, he wasn’t supposed to be able to break free, he was krang now. Krang Prime could feel his struggle, sense his resistance, and hear his thoughts as the turtle fought it off.

Once you turned, there was no going back. You were krang. Your old life didn’t matter. Your old friends didn’t matter. You had a new family. A new purpose to fulfill. New powers to explore. And given treasures for the hunt. The mark of a krang and a fucking massive piece of armor. This way of reproduction was useful when hunting new prey, as their knowledge of the species past through, truly allowing them to know their enemies and conquer planets. Krang can never die.

Then again. I could be wrong.

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Thanks for reading! Likes and Reblogs appreciated! Other related theories and stories:

Resistance to Krang; The Shredder armor; Emperym Life Blood

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That is April's body.

[staerplatinum]

Shin and Turnip's first meeting in the future timeline was... totally different!

[itz-pandora]

Mephiles & baby Silver doodle

He just stole this kid

[renisrandom]

Present and future Renaissance! Somehow I drew this in one day. I legitimately don’t know how it turned out this good lol. It’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever drawn.

P!🧡: (sees F!💚) Woah! You look amazing! What the heck happened to me?!

🩵: You look great! You look like you’re twenty!

F!💚: I am twenty.

🩵: Oh.

🩵: … OH.

[intotheelliwoods]

Ok guys. Where is the arm cut off point on your Future Leo. Because I have seen quite the range as of late and I am curious.

[lednet-sorrow-au-blog]

"Nexus..Why are you here?..."(ABIT IN THE FUTURE OF OP AU)

Earth glace at her formal and used to be dead brother in the eyes,one eye belonged to the reckless person she had in the family tree,and the other unknown,but named Starscream.

Earth questions about why is he- they- why in general is Nexus here,at her door step,infront of Monty and her house at the middle of the evening, the sun was setting in rich,froish water colours in the sky. The tall animatronic organism fused cybertrain stood tall,Nexus's optic glare down,stoic.

"Hi,Earth,I just wanted to see my sister..."They finally open a sentence to the female animatronic,their gaze soulless almost.Earth put her hand on the wheelchair's wheel as she stroll it closer to them

"Why are you here,Nexus...and,pardon other person there,I forgot your name,"She softly reply,her voice tired and a mix of annoyance of the guest she would preferably not meet at the current time.

"Excuse us,organism---"

"She isn't a organism,she is a type of robot,Starscream"Nexus butted in,correcting the cybertrain.

"uh- little femme robot,one of us wanted to have a....conversation with you."They said in a horse,raspy voice.They try to have a friendly demeanor.

[katie-wants-donut]

I love old ppl

[spirit-of-the-westao3]

For context, this drawing was loosely inspired by a small part of Chapter 9, All Roads Lead Home…this moment takes place 75 days after Class died.

75 DAYS AFTER

Leo didn’t really sleep, he kind of just micro napped or took real naps without meaning to. He’d always been an insomniac, but the crumbling world kind of solidified all of it. Sleep meant nightmares, and his life was nightmare enough, so sleeping was not something he liked doing if he could avoid it.

But the way he worked his body, the way he tormented his mind, he had to snap at some point.

He woke with a start, panting as he took in his surroundings, remembering where he was. He was curled up in their bed, he could feel Usagi’s warm chest and belly spooning against his shell. He’d laid down after he choked down his dinner and apparently he was tired enough to pass out…for several hours, if he had to guess.

He began to shift around, considering what work he could find once he got out of bed when he paused- his arms were clutching something to his chest, tight and warm.

When he looked down, he saw a familiar mop of grimy black hair.

His breath hitched as two bright eyes looked back up at him. Casey was hugging Leo with one arm, his cheek squished into his plastron. In the other arm was the stuffed bear that Raph had given him for his first birthday.

Casey gave a shy smile when he saw Leo’s open eyes and whispered up to him. “Mama says it’s okay to be sad, but you can’t stay sad for too long.”

Leo huffed a small puff of air out of his nose, smiling down for the first time in…who knows how long, at the kid attached to him. His eyes watered and he nodded, and then Casey nuzzled into him and closed his eyes.

Leo clamped one of his hands over his mouth, his nails digging into his cheek as he held his breath, trying to silence the sobs in his chest. With his other arm, he held Casey to his chest.

He was so sure that Casey would hate him. That he’d never see the kid smile again, that he’d lost every right and privilege to be a part of his life anymore. And yet, he was clinging to Leo’s plastron like he…like he loved him anyways. Like he’d forgiven Leo already, somehow.

He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve this kid’s affection; he hadn’t earned his love. But…he held Casey anyway. He held him like he was scared he might float away.

He swore then and there to never let him go.

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I hope you liked it! Check out the link if you want the whole story ;)

[grimmcheems]

Wrong Timeline Trunks!

For some reason I managed to draw this entire mini comic at midnight oop. Rip my sleep bc I work tmr. Anyways. This is my Future!Chichi AU with a dash of my dead!Chichi AU.🤭 Trunks didn’t set the coordinates right and landed them in the wrong timeline. They still decide to stop by to restock supplies and Chichi goes out to hydrate. I have a whole fic for this (the future timeline with chichi and trunks and mai) and it even has a dash of GokuBlack! POV.(ref back to my past arts about Goku Black and Chichi.). This is also a reference to my previous art of Chichi dying of the heart virus instead of Goku, so it’s basically a world without Chichi or Goten.

Goku and Chichi panic at seeing each other overall bc they think they are imagining things, Chichi has trauma from Goku Black and Goku fully accepted her death and that he’d never see her again but this interaction really throws them in for a loop. Poor baby Gohan is trying to understand what’s going on and Trunks arrives a second too late and now they have to explain themselves oop.

Man I rly gotta finish writing this fic lmao🗿💀👩🏽‍🦯✍🏽

[topperflop]

ITS WIZARD TIME MOTHERFUCKER🧙‍♂️‼️FIREBALL🔥🔥💥

[lusilly]

A DIY zine for Lilah Young, Momma, Auntie, the seventh daughter, the seventh mother, practitioner of kitchen witchery and granny magic. Maker of deals, taker of firstborn children. Scold’s daughter.

All text within the zine from Courtney Love Prays to Oregon.

Lilah learned by watching her mother’s hands, disassembling dead rattlers, darning socks and mending dresses. Butchering a buck in the lean season, peeling the skin, saving the velvet which hung from its antlers. She felt sick but she felt alive. This is what she was made for. This is what she received, in return for surrendering her own freedom. She learned how to make a deal. She learned how to take a child when they were not immediately given, and she learned of pretend deals, by desperate young women heavy in pregnancy begging for any small spell which would require a child as payment.          “We take these children,” was all Agnes told her.          “And the mothers?” asked Lilah. “What do they get in return?”          “Nothing,” answered Agnes flatly. “Which is the only thing they want.”