#hopefully it's enjoyed!

[oh-so-romantically-hopeless]

The slight weight in his hands is familiar. It's always been familiar, since the first time he'd managed to bring a suitable weapon into existence. The first time he could remember anyways.

The fizzling of magic against his gloved hands is almost like warmth. The sensation of his magic being drawn from his person into his only does to make it feel like another part of himself, another limb. Maybe it was, in an odd sort of way. It was his after all.

He'd tried other things, trying to gauge which would be the best for him. The best to complete his work.

-

First a bow. It'd be elegant, long ranged, and quick. His namesake used one, how hard could it possibly be?

Much harder than it'd looked initially. He'd ended up with bruised fingers from recoil, an arrow to the foot, and wounded pride. Maybe... The bow was more suited to others anyways.

Next had been a sword, summoned of his own magic (he'd learned since the first attempt that his own was far better suited). That had been too unwieldy, clumsy, and looked horrifying when he used it. He didn't want to stab anyone, even if it was harmless usually it looked... Weird.

Next, a javelin. Long range, but much too big for what he needed. He really needed to find something that didn't look like he was committing murder.

He couldn't quite understand how this came so easily to the others! Not everyone had access to standard skeleton magic, he knew that, he'd seen it with his own eyelights! Eyelight.

They usually made do with other things, and knew what to do with them instinctively. Almost beautifully, like a dance instead of weaponry.

Maybe a few of them were older than him... Much older... With centuries of practice. But even baby bones seemed to handle their magic better than he had in months of attempts!

The whispers of quitting had begun to linger in the back of his mind. It'd be far easier to give up than be thwarted at nearly every turn. Leave this behind, leave his purpose behind in favor of a comfier, less taxing existence.

An eternal failure.

Now... Cupid could let a lot of things pass. Being hunted for sport by other outcodes? He was faster, and had a decent enough hold on his other forms of magic to escape.

Strung up by the multiverse's most volatile destroyer? He'd managed to talk his way out! Sort of!

Stuck in an uncomfortable situation? He could always find the positive in it! The silver lining of any stormy cloud! A constant optimist of his own will and power!

But, he could not- No. He would not be a failure. After all. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again, right?

In the end it'd taken less effort than he thought to get him there. That instinct he'd watched come to the others. What'd he'd been so envious of.

The end of an exhausting day, curled up in the soft pile of blankets he called a bed, watching whisps of his magic flow around his fingers in some manner of sleepy entertainment.

He'd only closed his socket for a moment, letting the warm, familiar fizzle continue to rest in his palm. Only to open it when instead of flowing, it decided to settle into his palm. Heavier, with the same quality, familiar.

He never questioned why it'd formed that way, a firearm that looked like it came out of one of the various alternates of "Mew Mew Kissy Cutie". But he had it, and he loved it. The right weight, long range, and far subtler than anything else he'd tried.

He'd put it to good use.

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It hasn't been too long since then, but he's already become creative with it. A singular pistol to doubles, to a shotgun, to more. Channeling his more useful, and common, magic through it.

He keeps his hands steady, target right in view. The perfect shot! Pride settles in his chest, he'd gotten so far with it! Once he knew what he was doing of course!

It was only a pairing of friends, instilling platonic interest. Nothing that'd harm anyone, though his magic was rarely used for that. He'd done far too much study, enough to be sure that the two of them would be good for each other.

He lets the fizzling magic grow against his palms, warming up against him as it charged. Finger curling around the trigger in anticipation. Pulled back with the utmost caution.

The culmination of all his effort, his will.

A perfect shot.

[ionomycin]

my favorite pieces from 2024

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[aur0raaura]

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[sylvrndoodles]

[daeyumi]

Happy 1st anniversary to TotK!! 💛☁️✨

Even tho the game wasn’t what I hoped it would be, it still means so much to me.

[jakei95]

Gee what a wild day online. Let me be clear: If my work has X, Y, or Z in the official media, I don’t care if you headcanon smth as A, B, or C as long as it doesn’t harm real people. Don’t force others to give up their autonomy with fan work. Mine wouldn’t even exist without it.

[tetrabytez]

Something that I've personally wondered about for a long time.

You know the drill. Reblog for sample size.

Part Two

[otaku553]

Fire (part 3)

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[heuldoch7b]

SPARKLES FOR THE SPARKLE GOD!!! PIXELS FOR THE PIXEL THRONE!!!!!

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[sirenetica]

Session Six

[electrozeistyking]

"She's Gone"

This bad boy was started on the third of November, and finished on the seventh. In total, there are thirty panels (all of which were drawn separately).

A good chunk of N's dialogue near the end came to me after I did some improv to figure out what he should say. I have since dubbed it "N's Failure Monologue."

[ionomycin]

fishbone corset

[alalnsted]

[coquexari]

Don't tell me you're not the same person.

[tawnysoup]

Commission for @leafcaliber / @livesworthlivingau, a big Vanilla (Vale x Nille) sketchpage~