#these are just little pieces of an idea

[mielicy]

do u believe in magic?

Do you believe in magic? It's something I've asked myself my whole life. The answer is always yes. How lifeless I would be without magic?

Well, when I was a teenager, I think I lost touch with it. I could never trust my own influence. I thought of myself so small, how could I impact the reality of anything around me, even myself? Feeling small makes you at the mercy of the changing tides around you. It doesn't make you powerless though. Which is dangerous, because if you are wielding power that you're unaware of, you are bound to do damage, and then blame everything besides yourself. How could I be the villain? I'm nothing, aren't I?

Who told you that? Do you trust them?

The thing about magic though, is that it's not good or bad. It's just the ability to alchemize what's happening within yourself, and turn it into material change. It's a want, a goal, and a journey. It's life. And sometimes, we don't know what we want. We don't know what to do, we don't know where to go. And the uncertainty of that can be difficult to trudge through. Why? 

I think it's because this culture is so fast paced, and looks down on you for looking back. Why pause and look back when everything new is in front of you? 

Well, it's the same reason we study history. To learn from our mistakes.

I think if we were allowed the time and grace to detangle our thoughts from our feelings, we would all be better equipped to carry more magic in our lives. Now it's just go go go, work work work, obey obey obey. Where is the time to cultivate a practice for yourself? There is none, and if you find it, you must be lazy. Not productive enough. Your worth is assigned to you based on how much you can contribute to society, don’t you remember? 

Who told you that? Do you trust them?

I like to say that time is change, and change is time. And magic is our ability to influence that change through our own desires. We access it through the power of choice. We don't always get what we want. Nothing is truly certain in this world, but that means that everything can be pushed, one way or another. It only takes time to see that change come in. And there's a fine balance between being comfortable in the inherent uncertainty of any situation, and knowing what you want. Because that knowing is comforting, but if we get too attached to it, we will start to feel a dissonance between our actions, and the world around us. We have to stay grounded in the time we’re in to see the change we want. Otherwise, that change becomes an unattainable fantasy, uprooted from reality.

It goes deeper than that though. Because of the fast paced nature of this culture, it becomes very easy to skip past important truths, and lessons in order to keep up with everybody else. So when I say we must stay grounded in the time we are in to see the change we want, that doesn't always mean we are seeing the time we are in authentically. And if we aren't seeing our foundation, our ground, authentically, the change we want, will always be an unattainable fantasy.

So what is magic without truth? What is change without truth? What are you without truth? An unattainable fantasy. It's like trying to climb stairs but the steps are made of rotten wood. With every step you take, you will find more decay. And if you never look down, you will never get to where you want to be, no matter how hard you try.

What's worse, I think, is when people do look down, and decide they are more comfortable with the decay that they know, than trying to forge a new path. Its fear, I get it. But at a certain point we must reckon with the death around us, and ask if it's worth it. If this complacency and comfort in rotten wood is worth the damage. We should also ask ourselves, what made us think that we can determine the worth of anything outside of ourselves? Probably the same thing that made us think our worth is assigned to us based on what we contribute to society. 

I think that's the lie that so many of us operate on. That we have to work to gain any sort of worth. That worth is assigned to us, not innate in our existence. Because working off of a lie, there is only so far we can go in seeing the change we want to see, regardless of the time it takes.

If you don't see the innate worth of yourself, you most definitely can't see it in other beings. What harm will you do when your focus is on attaining worthiness instead of seeing and valuing the inherent worth that is already abundant? What truths will you miss when you dismiss the time we’re in for the change you want? And what magic will you make if your power is inauthentic?

[suddenly-frankenstein]

his guardian angel

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[glasskoi]

he wasn't listening

[grailknightmonty]

upon the heart of magic mountain 🌸🗻

from the oceanic goddess revered in the cyberpunk city on its hillside, to the stories of the ochre-feathered canary who's song hasn't been heard in years, it has been long thought by theorists that perhaps the magic imbued into this mountain was no coincidence- but rather the creation of mystical beings seeking to make a haven of sorts, a home protected by the powers that lie within this volcanic formation.

[crowiin]

[batshaped]

trick(xie) question

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[ruporas]

hotter than hell

[ID: Digital art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum in their alternative universe form based off an angel Vash and Devil Wolfwood illustration Nightow did. The both of them are sitting side by side, exhausted from the heat, Vash has his arms crossed, leaned against his knees and his head against his arms, eyes closed as sweat drips from his face. His wings spreads over the both of them to shield them from the sun. Wolfwood is sitting with his right leg extended and his left leg with the knee slightly up. His eyes are also closed with a clear grimacing expression. He uses one of his small devil wings to fan Vash, the text effect reads “flap flap”. Being in the shadows, the palette is cool, blues and purples. A sliver of light shines on the parts not covered by wings in a bright orange/yellow. END ID]

[neon-ufo]

✦ Ektor ✦ Miloš ✦ Huf ✦

[musubiki]

danmarch 🐉💎

[flicklikesstuff]

“Maybe the flash was to blame. Or maybe it’s his shrunken state that gave the looming witch the illusion of being exactly 10 feet tall.

Whatever it was, it had flicked something within. Suddenly, he was no longer a lizard. Nor a great, powerful wizard. Not even “Rick Shades.”

He was a little Gourami.

Only 12 years old. Eyes wide and unobscured. Skin smooth from the lack of scars. But most of all, untainted by the horrors.

And unlike that little Gourami, he was entirely aware of what’s coming for them. He could warn the 12 year old. Maybe save them even. Tell her that continuing this approach is a bad, BAD, VERY TERRIBLY BAD IDEA!!

…

But he couldn’t.”

My inspiration pieces: :)

[way2gosuperrstarr]

the world's most underqualified daycare team 😁🫶

i fear theyre cooked.

ignore moon and monday being in almost the same pose i noticed it too late to change it.

original au post w og refs and au explaination

my sun and moon designs w more 'detail elaboration' (not sdgo related post, just them in general)

i did want to make sun and moon's designs in sdgo different than my general personal designs that i use in my self insert au for easier differentiation for other people (i can tell them apart pretty easiy because i portray them personality-wise pretty differently in both aus), but . im too attached . to my current designs um 😔 /silly their designs r basically the same i just wanted to draw them in this lineup w monday/yn/mc/whathaveyou so they didnt look . sad and lonely. lol . theyve already got enough of that "sad and lonely" shit going on in the storyline ❤️

i probably shouldve written a bit more on the image itself but i didnt . want to crowd it.

closeups and a bit ....more..... yapping (not too much, but might interest some? maybe?) under cut 👍 + their all eye variations put onto their actual drawn faces, for funsies ^_^

moon doesnt get a security mode until later into the timeline ^_^ it's (spoilers i guess) actually how the virus gets passed onto him and sun! when his security mode gets added the virus comes with it.

moon's by far got the most eye variations god damn (i love him)

[firefly464]

And the universe said you are not alone

Close ups below the cut!

[kacievvbbbb]

I don’t know why, maybe because I’ve been on a Garp kick lately.

But I do really think that Garp kind of became like a surrogate Uncle to the Roger boys and by extension Mihawk. Like I can just imagine Roger telling them that if they were ever separated from the crew or if something ever happened to him or Ray and they needed help they should go to Garp (I mean he entrusted his own baby to him it makes sense he’d also entrust his boys)

(for whatever reason Mihawk got this talk too despite him already traveling by himself and not being officially part of Rogers crew. But since Ray adopted him he’s Roger’s brat as well)

All this to say that Garp takes his uncle duties very seriously and what is an uncle if not an inconvenience and an embarrassment?

So Ofcourse he pulls up to Kuriagina during the timeskip (Hawain shirt and all) to visit his new grand babies (read Perona and Zoro) that he’s heard so much about. (read shanks immediately gossiped with him abou mt after stumbling upon them last time he came to visit Mihawk)

And because Garp is essentially the one piece equivalent of Florida man, this goes well for absolutely nobody

Except Zoro who is nothing if not a troll. And game must recognize game.

The monkeys love him tho, he communicates with them on a wavelength nobody can quite understand least of all Garp.

[sergle]

i've been back in the pixel mines... working oh so hard. pixel redraw of my strawbebby girl from a few years back!