here's a philosophical conundrum for you, siffrin.
if you don't have a home to go back to, what kind of person does that make you?
if you don't have memories of your own childhood, can you still consider yourself human?
if you have forgotten something as important as your country, your childhood, your family, your own name, then are you even a person?
if something is forgotten by everyone, then has that thing ever existed?
(effect works best when zoomed in!)
teehee :3
sorry odile’s part of the mdp fight has been pinging around in my brain for like. months now. i’ve had the idea for this drawing for a while. this is also partially based on isa’s act 4 friendquest (without doing bad touch) where siffrin mentions that they didn’t really have an identity before they met the party!! i wanted to play around with transparency :3333
also, for once, i’m actually putting the colored version down here! idk! i felt like the greyscale version kinda conveys the Mood a little better?? i like both tho!!
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Quality time with the eldest (Earth) and the youngest (Minus One)!
Whatever could go wrong??
Yet again, another cat moment for Minus One. He likes Legendary the most out of all the brothers
Goodbye, Minus One... you will be missed :'(
(Pro tip! Be careful with your belongings at the beach. You never know what might happen to it)
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To the next adventure...
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[A drawing of Nicky, Joe, Quynh, and Andy from The Old Guard. They are all in profile, walking in a straight line facing the sun. They are dressed in medieval clothing and armour, and each carry their own weapons and bags. Nicky has his sword, a crossbow, a quiver of bolts, a dagger at his belt and another strapped to his ankle. Joe is holding his sword, a bag, and a coin purse. Quynh's bow is over her back, and her quiver is at her hip. Two daggers are strapped to her belt, one of them matching Nicky's. Andy is holding her axe, two bags, and a dagger. They each have serene expressions and closed eyes, as if they're not in a hurry. In the background, the seasons change from winter to spring, summer, fall. There is an old tree behind them, and its branches change with the seasons.]
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Shaak Ti and her tiny charges join the Hades AU, complete, with colourful little highlights and a dialogue box this time (and an alternate version under the cut where I tried my hand at taking the shade/Force-ghost aspect a little further than I did with Fives)
"There is no doubt that Grogu is an exceptional youngling, but I cannot take him on as a Padawan no matter how much I may wish that I could. My duty is to look after the clones as they grow and learn - we cannot just abandon them once their war is over. As a Mandalorian you must understand this. However, I would gladlyassist in your quest in any other way I can."
Linear timeline who? Rex can have a mighty white beard and then look spry and blond simultaneously, there is teenager Omega and Boba sitting on his throne on Tatooine, so just don't worry about it XD Have three of my clone OCs as baby cadets and enjoy how cute they are instead.
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Steve passes Eddie sleeping on his couch. The faint morning light making him softer. Sounds of early Chicago creep through the window that never seems to entirely shut.
Steve sips on his coffee and stares. He knows it’s weird, that normal people don’t stare at their friends like this. That they don’t ache before making their commute to work. And if they do—it’s yearning for their beds and not a man crashing at their apartment.
But Steve isn’t good at normal, and well—neither is Eddie. So, it doesn’t seem like much of a problem.
Eddie’s snores try to compete with the honks from four stories below. Steve laughs quietly to himself; it shouldn’t be as endearing as it is.
Steve sets the coffee carefully down and hesitates towards the door. He should let Eddie sleep in. Eddie has had a hard time lately, and only now found his footing staying at Steve’s for the time being. But Steve can’t help but want. He wants to brush the curls that have fallen carefully in front of Eddie’s face, and tuck them gently behind his ear. Steve wants to rub a soothing hand down his back. Steve wants to kiss him softly on the forehead, wants to whisper, “see you later,” before making his way out.
Steve hesitates, but decides against it. Even though he has spent years aching for it, feeling like he can never do a thing about it, Steve knows deep inside him that this time, it will happen eventually. He just needs to give Eddie time, time to heal, time to grow.
Steve thinks he would wait forever if he needed to. So he smiles in the direction of Eddie’s peaceful snores, and heads out the door.
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