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been thinking about mice tea.
margaret turns into a mouse but peggy becomes a mink. so the default animal form varies between alters. quite cool
but what if its a Lot less distinct....
if youre confused about who's fronting can you take a sip of kemono tea and the animal the body changes into will tell you? will the tea get confused too?
i mean i dont think it will cause it cracks eggs when (im assuming) those eggs dont know of their transgender status but what if the tea is stupid and its magic gets fucked in this particular area.
hybrid animal?
#mice tea#plurality but im not gonna tag it that way#i mean i wouldnt want to see someones speculations on a fictional magical object from the niche visual novel series they like while scroll-#--ing through that tag#so i wont do that#ik that techhhnically#in sylvias therapissssst route she goes into felicias subconcious and there she (feli) knows shes a woman and knows her name#but that is The deepest corner of her brain. doesnt count#to me#i need to stop rambling#ill shut up and post the post now#actually one last note#paragraph breaks!!! use em#final final note (1)#i forgot does maggie have a specil animal
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The Hanged Man Aventurine for HSR Tarot Collab!🌌✨
#aventurine#hsr aventurine#hsr fanart#honkai star rail#my art#art#fanart#old art finally can post it now!!!#someone in the comments said they associate me with aventurine#i cried ugly guys#he means so much to me!!!!!!#ok ill shut up now
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WAKE UP BABE!!!!!ITS TLNM'S ANNIVERSARY TODAY!!!!! 22ND SEPTEMBER!!!!!LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOO happy 7th anniversary to THE movie ever 🫶🫶
Hq ver
#AHHGGGGGG TLNMMMMM!!!!!!ITS TLNM'S DAYTOFAY EVERYOEN SHHHHHHH#casually posting this at midnight how awesome is that#sorry if iuh. clog the tlnm tag today i have a bunvha things to post 😼😼😼#ouhhh how much this movie means to me....i have such a soft spot for it this movie means rhe WORLD to me😭😭ICNAT DOIT#ok ill shut up now#my art#ninjago#ninjago fanart#lego ninjago#tlnm#the lego ninjago movie#lloyd garmadon#cole brookstone#jay walker#kai smith#zane julien#nya smith#woah buddy tahtsa. lotta tags!!!!idc thooohchhxshxhc#gif#tlnm anniversary#ninjago movie#more exciting stuff to come soon jusy wait and see yalls
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Unprofessional yuri save me.. save me unprofessional yuri.. (image description in alt text)
#cithadol#cithis#pattadol#before anyone starts clowning the prison warden is Not a teen! seems to be the fanon for some people but respectfully i Strongly Disagree#anyway back to business - anyone else started shipping them after the modern AU company meal outing comic that kui posted some time ago ?#this ship is even funnier the longer i think about it because Pattadol is not even Cithis' warden ! thats mithrun !#i could see cithis wanting to do her 'seduce my warden' strategy twice (see her lore page) but then she gets mister depression man#so all she can do to amuse herself is focus her efforts on the other cop there as a little hobby. probably helps that pat is young & pretty#but also deeply annoying so finding ways to make her shut up and stop nagging the crew is a motivating endeavor#okay ill shut up now#dungeon meshi#just cooking my stew (art tag)
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☆ even the gods bleed
{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, injury, light angst {☆} word count 2.3k
What was justice?
Focalors had asked herself that question many times during the long nights she spends awake pouring over the prophecy of a dead God, words replaying in her mind like a broken record until the sun rose like a blooming flower.
She was the God of Justice, an Archon, yet she herself lacked the answer to such a simple and yet so very complex question.
How does one define what is just and what is not? How does she know that what she believes to be just is right? Is it justice if one being alone may sway the scales of justice on a whim? What justice is there to be found in the cold, watery grave that awaits her nation?
She does not know.
Perhaps she may never know.
What she does know, at least, is that this is not justice.
It is a mockery of it.
She stands before the bloodied, broken body like the judge, her sword held so tightly in her hand her fingers feel stiff, a dull ache adding to the weight of what she's seen. For a long, horrible moment she almost thinks they are dead – something she would have reveled in, only a day prior – before she sees the subtle rise and fall of their chest. Breathing, but barely.
The rain felt heavier upon her shoulders at the realization – she was not sure if it was in relief or horror.
Her nails dig into her palm, mind stuck somewhere between that abject horror and confusion so palpable she swore she could hear the gears in her head turning.
For a long, silent moment as she stares upon the body beneath the heavy rain..she wonders if this is how it all ends instead. If the world itself will simply crumple in on itself and cease – without its heart, it will wither, after all – long before the waters ever swallow her nation whole.
Because, try as she might to rationalize it, for every drop of rain that hits her like pins and needles, soaking her down to the bone..the body of the imposter is completely dry. Even the water pooling along the stones dares not to leave so much as a splotch against their ragged, torn clothes.
She remembers the meeting so very clearly, and she thinks she is a fool to not have noticed sooner – the Creator upon their gilded throne, finger pointed in accusation at the visage far too similar to their own. The imposter. She remembers the lilt of their voice as they called for their death as easily as one would speak of the weather – and to no one other then herself would she admit the spark of fear it had ignited within her. Because beneath the divine charade there was a sick enjoyment in the way they looked upon the imposter – like a bug beneath their shoe.
She understands, now.
She had thought that perhaps finally – finally – she could do right by her people, by her Creator, if she rid Teyvat of this..intrusion.
Now she sees herself as what it all really is – blind lambs following the herder.
Perhaps she would be considered a heretic under the eyes of the law – beneath the weight of justice, heavy as the heart that bears its sins. Perhaps this is a mistake, one she would come to regret.
But for now, she sheathes her blade with unsteady hands, the sound making her ears ring – for what she had almost done, what she had already done – as she stumbles like a newborn lamb towards the broken body of..
..What, exactly? Human? Divine? She is not so sure what to call them. Creator? No. The name is bitter upon her tongue, now, burning like liquid flame down her throat.
Where once she had spoken it in reverence and admiration, it felt hollow and empty, now.
Her vision wavers as she kneels down against the rain soaked stones, the rain upon her back growing heavier as she reaches a shaky hand forth – and for a moment, however brief, she feels the weight of expectation, of a title she fears she may never live up to, wash away with the waters that fall from the heavens.
The bruises and blood smeared across their skin are like strokes of a paintbrush, their body the canvas from which such horrid art is created. It makes her ill.
Doubt wavers her composure briefly – her position is already unsteady. She has never been seen as an equal to many of the other Archons. Her own people do not see her as their Archon, but an actor in a grand play that they shall simply toss aside and replace like a broken doll the moment she bores them.
What does she have left to lose?
She reaches out again, her hand settling onto their shoulder and turning them onto their back. She..isn't sure what to do, actually. She's never been particularly physically capable – she tended to avoid fights, even if she oft provoked them – and she was certainly no healer.
Yet what choice does she have but to march on anyway? She is in the heart of the city, it is far more dangerous here then anywhere else..she had little time to make her move.
Fontaine was, after all, a nation founded on the principle of justice. To know an injustice has been made against the most Divine..the entire nation was in a frenzy.
Her eyes dart around nervously, hands clasped tight on their shoulders and her lips drawn into a taut line – someone would notice her absence. One of the Archons would point out her absence in the coordination of the search.
Her options were just as limited as her time – she couldn't just take them out of the city. Security was tight, and as much as she fancied herself an escape artist – Neuvillette could hardly keep her in one place for too long – she doubted she could do the same with the limp body of the imposter in tow.
..The Palais Mermonia it was, then.
Her room had a secret entrance that few knew about, and even fewer would dare to traverse. She just..had to hide them there for a bit and hope Neuvillette wouldn't notice anything different.
Probably.
Still, there was the problem of actually..transporting the body. As grim as it sounded. Her only solace was the fact she didn't have to worry about them catching a cold, at least, and their breaths were still audible, if only barely. So she had to resort to some..unexpected methods.
Seeing the limp form of, well, the imposter – she'd really have to ask for something else to call them when they woke up – stuck in a bubble of hydro wasn't exactly on her bucket list.
Then again, neither was treason.
Well, first time for everything, right?
It wasn't breaking the law if no one else knew about it.
..Neuvillette didn't have to know about it, really. It was fine.
She could, of course, technically try to talk some sense into Neuvillette – he'd listen to her, right? She thought she was pretty close with him..but he was also the one person more obsessed with justice then she was. Such a stickler for the law..so maybe she's breaking a few, it's fine.
But he was also pretty devout, as much as he tried to keep his worship private – with Focalors around, nothing was really secret. Maybe she could get him to settle down long enough to prove it.
..How was she going to prove it?
An exaggerated groan escaped her lips as she led the bubbled imposter – she really wished she didn't have to resort to that, it would be a lot a more awkward to explain then dragging the body around – through the winding streets of Fontaine. She's just glad she's already memorized the entire city like the back of her hand..and a little dramatics went a long way. People listened when the Hydro Archon spoke, and she was suddenly very, very glad for that fact, even if they treated her more like a mascot then a God.
And partially because she, maybe, just a little..stole a few documents detailing the layout and a little personal exploration of her own – but what Neuvillette didn't know couldn't hurt him!
After what felt like hours, though was really no more then half an hour at best, she'd managed to drag herself – soaked to the bone with rain – and the conveniently bubbled imposter up through the secret entrance and into her room.
The perceived safety, as flimsy as it was, was..comforting. Until she heard the rustle of fabric, the clearing of a throat and the pop of a bubble as she, in her surprise, popped it – and then the thud of the imposter hitting the floor.
She felt a bit of regret about that part, at least, wincing.
"Lady Furina." His voice was as sharp and cool as she remembered it always being – like fresh spring water, she'd heard it described. Soothing. It did not feeling very soothing right about now.
She turned sharply on her heel, a forced smile tugging at her lips on reflex, every muscle in her body tensed – she probably looked like a wet cat right about now, soaked with rain, but that was the last thing on her mind.
"Do you mind explaining what, exactly, you did?" Not what you're doing, she notes – what she did. He was mad. Oh, she was really in for a scolding now. She twiddled her thumbs, laughing weakly, though it quickly dies out at the awkward, tense silence.
"Well, you see – it's rather complicated! I can– I can explain." Her attempts to diffuse are met with a raised brow and the sharp tap of his cane. Every single thought is plagued with the urge to run, but the unsteady breathes of the 'imposter' keep her rooted in place. "Well?"
She was sweating bullets, her nails digging into her palm as she scrambled for any excuse that could warrant her not getting hauled off and scolded thoroughly at best – she was coming up empty. How was she supposed to prove that the 'imposter' was very much not what the 'Creator' said they were? Their unconscious body was doing no one any favors, certainly.
"The Creator is lying," She blurts out, immediately regretting her impulsiveness when she feels the sudden weight of his stare – the piercing hues of his eyes that remind her just who is the strongest between them. It is not her, she knows. It never has been. "You can see for yourself! Don't you trust me, Neuvillette–?"
Her voice is cut off by the sharp click of his cane as he strides across the room in only a few steps, his height making her feel like a child about to scolded. She hated it, but she grit her teeth through the exchange. She reminded herself that this was for the sake of the 'imposter' and any affront to her ego was..tolerable.
To her credit, too, she didn't immediately lash out when she saw him poke at their body with his cane, turning them onto their back – she wanted too, though. She considered it, but the thought was quickly shot down when his stare turned back upon her, and she felt frozen in place again, her tongue a heavy weight in her mouth.
Yet she couldn't shake the sudden tenseness to his shoulders, his brows furrowed and a distant look to his eyes. It was..haunting, in a way.
She knows it well, she realizes. The realization and acceptance, the crumbling of every solid foundation you've ever known – leaving you to flounder in the waves, alone and afraid.
The gentleness in which he picks up the limp body surprises her though, his cane set aside. The rain howls like a horrid storm outside, but she cannot focus on anything but the furrow of their brows, the soft noise that escapes their lips.
"I trust that you know that this must stay between us," His voice is soft, like the gentle lap of waves against the shore, as he sets their body down against the bed, his hand lingering against their cheek with something almost like reverence – and if her eyes do not deceive her, affection. "Lady Furina."
She does not hesitate to agree.
"Well– well of course!" She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning at the feeling of her wet clothes clinging to her skin, a heavy weight that feels like it's dragging her down. "Just what do you take me for?"
He doesn't deign to respond.
It only makes her fume more.
Not that he seems to notice, unbuttoning his heavy outerwear and tossing it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves and focusing on the injured– er..yeah, she really needed a new name for them. Calling them imposter felt wrong.
"So long as you understand, then we will have no problems." She huffs again, pouting and puffing up her cheeks, sitting down on the other end of the bed with only an occasional glance towards him as he worked at peeling away the ragged clothes and examining the injuries marring their skin.
She suddenly felt out of place.
..What was she supposed to be doing?
As if noticing her sudden quietness, Neuvillette sighed, his back turned to her though his attention very much falling upon her. She really hated the feeling like she was being dissected whenever he looked at her. It was unnerving. She doesn't know how anyone else handles it..
"If you are so eager to do something, Lady Furina, then please have something brought up for when our..guest awakens. They will need to recover their strength."
Finally! Something she can do. She perks up, her heels clicking on the floorboards as she darts out like a bullet, unable to stay still for so much as a moment.
Neuvillette, for his part..
Feels an odd sense of serenity as he stares upon the troubled features of the..guest. A peace that lessens the burdens upon his shoulders, the weight of a nation upon his back.
He cannot hear the rain, anymore.
..It must have stopped.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#imposter au#focalors#furina#neuvillete#a family can be a dragon an archon and his 300 other children who reverse adopted him#u date him its a package deal sorry#u now have like 300 children g-dspeed#also tagged spoilers on neuvi's part bc its kinda a spoiler??? sort of#also this can be read as platonic or romantic on neuvi's part#can u tell i like focalors btw :)#also gonna be swapping between focalors/furina bc SOMEONE sent me a theory and it sent me spiraling im gonna be ill#u know who u r and ur days r numbered#can be read as romantic between reader & neuvi but only bc i know focalors rubs it in his face she found the actual creator first#anyway can u tell focalors is my fav pt2 i wont shut up abt her its terminal atp#focalors..................#anyway *doesnt post fr months. randomly drops a 2k word fic. leaves and doesnt elaborate*#starts out v serious ends v silly#wrote this in one sitting im gonna go pass out now gn
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he was so casual about losing an arm.
d'yall think kim rok soo had his limbs blown off before????
???
#lout of the count’s family#trash of the count's family#tcf#kim rok soo#cale henituse#HE'S SO CASUAL ABOUT SEVERE INJURIES AND HIMSELF#kim rok soo looses a limb during a monster fight#and he's like#FINISH THE FIGHT ILL RECORD WHERE MY ARM IS AND GET SOMEBODY TO PUT IT BACK ON LATER#someone has prolly made a post about this before but i physically cannot shut up about kim rok soo right now
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They gave me this spoon at a restaurant and
I now refuse to believe Hezekiah wakely would use any other kind of spoon
#What do you mean#no the magnus archives does not have that mcuh of a hold on me#What are you talkingg aboutt (this is the sound of a LIAR)#Im sorry guys but its my job to spread the buried propaganda#Also i think hezekiah wakely is servely underrated (i am aware he was only in one episode shut up)#Anyway ill shut up abt my obsessions now#:3#the magnus archives#tma posting#tma#hezekiah wakely#the buried#tma the buried#tma podcast#tma headcanons
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sun and his itty bitty companion
#i dont think ive posted this here yet#merc flew to close to the sun just for a lil kiss#now his wings are burnt#or the sun went to him?#the former maybe#why is this reminding me of the story of icarus?#ill shut up now bye#solarballs#solarballs mercury#solarballs sun
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…..im wolfwood pilled atm 😆🤞
#trigun#trigun maximum#wolfwood#nicholas d. wolfwood#the original caption for this was GOOD WOLFWOOD MORNING but then i forgot to post here and now its 2pm ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i finished reading trigun maximum earlier this week and it CHANGED ME#LIKE. MAN. speechless yet 1000000 thoughts running thru my head all at once#his character arc is so peak in the manga… i hope they do him justice later in stampede……..#IF YOU’RE A FIRST TIME TRIGUN ENJOYER VIA TRISTAMP PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU TO READ THE MANGA ITS SO WORTH IT#ok ill shut up now have a good one wolfwood nation
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Octo and sea snakey🐙🐍
#twst#twisted wonderland#fem twst#jamil viper#azul ashengrotto#azujami#jamiazu#im lowkey embarrassed to post it anywhere else so now its a tmblr exclusive#(for now)#more of azul showing jamil his hometown NOW🗣#brushing hair with a fork is a custom or something#and what jamil is wearing is mermaid outfit made from magically weaved seaweed#theyre usually designed after sea animals usually#in jamils case. a sea snake#technically a coral sea snake (not a sea animal) but stay with me here#dropping my coral sea headcanon here sorry ill shut up now 🏃♂️
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like i'm so fucking ill about it. the (shipped) gold standard was the last song they needed to play to have performed every single song off of folie à deux live at least once. the record that has caused them the most pain. the one that they avoided like the plague for over a decade after its release, save for i don't care and the occasional instances of disloyal order, what a catch, or 20 dollar nose bleed when they toured with panic! that one time. the one that patrick wouldn't even talk about, for the longest time. it got them booed visciously, it got them dissected by critics, it got them pelted with garbage and glowsticks at shows, it got them stressed and strained to the point of needing to pause all efforts as a band to make sure they could still stay FRIENDS in the wake of it, and now it is the only fall out boy record that they have played 100% of, INCLUDING lullabye and fucking pavlove. and the last song left was (shipped).
you can only blame your problems on the world for so long. i want to scream "i love you" from the top of my lungs, but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me.
(or, they used to be afraid. evidently, not anymore.)
#shut up kell#tourdust#IM ILL IM UNWELL I AM IN DISTRESS#TRULY. TOO MUCH . tooooooooOOOOO MUCH.#THEY LOVE HER. THEY LOVE HER AND NOW THEY FEEL OKAY TO SAY SO.#SHE'S THE ONLY RECORD TO HAVE THIS DISTINCTION. BECAUSE. THEY. LOVE. HER.#sorry if anybody else made a post like this but the shrimplications of tsgs being the last one just got me BAD#fob#fall out boy#hall of shame
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Wild should be weirder /pos
Why do I say this, you ask? Because HE DIED. LET HIM BE A PARANORMAL FREAK OF NATURE.
It’s called the shrine of RESURRECTION for a reason, people!!
Let Wild have such a slow heartbeat it seems almost nonexistent. Let Wild speak to ghosts, not just the ghosts of his dead friends/fellow champions. Let Wild’s eyes glow in the dark. Let Wild be a freak of nature and I genuinely mean that in the utmost positive way possible.
Give Wild a couple ghostly attributes and let the chain freak out over them.
In fact, give me post totk Wild with long lasting effects from being LITERALLY DEAD FOR A CENTURY please and thank you. Because post totk Wild just gives that an extra level of weirdness and cool ghostly vibes and I love that for him and also then you can throw in post totk Flora who kept some of her dragon-y attributes.
They can be freaks (/pos!!!) together, and furthermore I think they deserve to be. Let Wild and Flora weird people out while they’re just there being the most lovable selves they always are. Creatures. I love them.
#lu wild#lu flora#post totk#post totk wild#post totk flora#legend of zelda#linked universe#let them be freaks#let us all remember that wild DIED#he was very very very DEAD#for a WHOLE CENTURY#MAKE THERE BE LASTING EFFECTS#please i’m begging#pretty please#i just think they're really neat#they’re my silly little guys#ill shut up now#but i am willing to die on this hill#just for the record
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Suddenly remembers their dark experiences with an alternate version of their counterpart
#dreamtale#swapdream#swapdream dream#nightmare sans#dreamswap#dreamswap dream#The Mawwied Saga#Toasty Cinematic Universe#polarity#Damien polarity#What a trauma#If you know you know#Swapdream is a bitch#You guys know what im talking about#I was never meant to post this#the two having similarities i swear—#I FELT BAD FOR THEM LMAO#Okay ill shut up for now#nebula doodles
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DAY 2: Romance
Consistency??? Sorry I've never met her, she sounds nice @owl-bones
#badsansuary#horrortale#horrortale sans#undertale fanart#undertale au#self insert#self ship#x reader#y/n#sorry for the redacted those are spoilers for the fic I'm working on (ir's gonna take me 3848374 years to finish it)#why does he look so different to the literal first post I have of him? None of your business- *sweats*#uhh click for better quality???? tumblr you never was this fickle with photo quality what happened babygirl#once again#sorry for the doodle#it's all i could muster#rendering this looks like a nightmare#hes so baby girl i need him (delusional)#btw this uses a different brush bc I drew this first and i had no idea how to use the program i'm using rn#Graye Draws#program is called krita btw its free and for PC#looks like photoshop#ok ill shut up now#Graye's Art
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You know, I can't ever get over the scene where V and Urizen merge. And it's not what you're thinking. It's not cause I was shell-shocked by it (I had it spoiled before playing tee-hee). It's not cause V and Urizen are (basically) never gonna show up again- IT'S BECAUSE VERGIL LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING NURSING HOME PATIENT THAT IS SUFFERING MEMORY LOSS.
THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO IS CONFUSED AND UNSURE OF WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. Vergil was out here thinking he was gonna die but fate said, for the 8000nth time, "Fuck you bitch; live goddamnit~✨!"
Tell me I'm not the only one who just dies laughing every time I see this.
"What- Where am I? Huh, our house looks a lot different than I remember... Why do I remember being dressed like an emo stripper- what is happening---- Oh hey, Dante and *probably* Dante's son." (100% believe that Vergil thought Nero was Dante's)
MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR
#I'm not nuts am I?#Like he looks so confused and like it makes me laugh#He's so adorably stupid looking here#I mean-#he is processing 2 different sets of memories right now and is fully himself for the first time in 20+ years so... Guess I'd be confused to#lmfao#okay ill shut up now#✨ Vergil appreciation post ✨#devil may cry 5#dmc 5#dmc#devil may cry#Devil may cry Vergil#Vergil#Vergil devil may cry#dmc Vergil#Vergil dmc#Also I love the last phot with his partially agape lips--#My reaction:#“Come here and kiss me on my hot mouth. I'm feeling ✨romantical✨”#Okay I'll stop lmfaooo
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"[high pitched and tinny] Let’s dive in. Let’s dive in. It’s time to dive in. Get ready to [audio distorts and slows] dive. Diiive. Diiiiie…" (The Road to PALISADE 20: City Planning Department)
so that's what i've been working on for the past 2 weeks! i wanted to draw something for this intro ever since i first listened to it (as a companion piece to my other gur drawing, though it of course ended up being way bigger in scale), but it only really gripped me about halfway through PALISADE ep 18. the next morning after that i listened to this narration on repeat for about 45 minutes and then made a big sketch on 4 sheets of paper at my desk at work.
anyways, i haven't listened to the new episode yet but i think i'm probably ready for whatever they're gonna throw at us with the next sortie. i'm gonna believe, against it all, in millennium break. for gur
(i recommend listening along while scrolling! + transcript btw. if anything is hard to read)
#road to palisade#road to palisade spoilers#palisade#fatt#friends at the table#gur sevraq#<- yuore everything btw.#long post#and good god. it sure as fuck is#rosa art#the full file for this? that i had to split up? its 30000 pixel tall. thats 218cm#im so proud of this & it was a ton of fun. ooohhh my free floating panels i love them#i posted about my progress (theres some earlier sketches n lineart too) on cohost to be like well.#maybe i wont talk so fucking much on the actual post but noooo i cant shut up#love that for me.shoutout if you read all this#if you find a typo please. dont even mention it#a fun thing about this is that i almost know the intro by heart now. theres like 3 lines i get stuck on but mostly. its all there#ill link the cohost if i reblog this again. personally i think its interesting stuff but i love to hear myself talk abt shit i make soooo#anyways i have art class tomorrow & should sleep soon : ) but im happy im finally able to show this off. it rules sooo much
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