#welcome to your new home

[reminiscingtonight]

NIKA COMING TO SEATTLE

[malamiteltd]

Day 1 – Sketch Arrives

After a long day of fighting off Dark Energy, Sketch and Heather decide to take a break. They decided to take an opportunity to visit their friends in Utopia, as they had been away from them for quite a while. Heather grabbed her Portal Charm from her pocket and made an opening for Utopia. “Meet you there!” she said to Sketch with a smile as she leapt into the opening, seconds before it closed.

Sketch just smiled. “Guess she’s excited for a break,” he said. With that, he grabbed the Portal Charm from his pocket and created his own opening for Utopia, which he promptly jumped into. He found himself whisked away in an transdimensional pathway, and it would only be a matter of seconds before he reached his destination.

But Sketch suddenly felt a strange force pulling at him. It was jarring, and it felt as though it were draining his life away. What’s going on? he thought to himself. This travel normally isn’t so taxing on the body… Soon the force became stronger, and Sketch found himself feeling dizzy. His eyesight became blurry, and he even began to see double. Within moments he suddenly fell unconscious…

. . . . .

Sketch slowly woke up, still a little tired from the trip…and a little sore from the landing. As he slowly stood up, he looked at his surroundings and noticed something was wrong. He found himself in what appeared to be a humble rural neighborhood – a few houses on each block, divided by nicely-paved streets. But this was not a normal environment. Sketch looked around and found no sign of life anywhere. He couldn’t even sense anyone within their houses.

“This isn’t Utopia,” he said to himself. “Something’s gone wrong.” He reached into his pocket for the Portal Charm in the hopes of retrying his travel…but it wasn’t there. He checked his pockets and frantically looked through his immediate surroundings. 

His Portal Charm was gone. 

Looking around in a panic, Sketch struggled to decipher what may have happened. “How— What happened?!” he said. “I’ve never lost the Charm before…it fit in my pocket perfectly! I know I put it back after I opened the portal!” Slowly his panic began to change into sad resignation. Without the Portal Charm, Sketch had no way to go back. Not to Utopia, not to his home in the Otherworld. His friends, his family, his wife… Sketch now found himself without any of them.

This realization started to hurt Sketch.

“So that’s it…” he said sadly. “It’s all over. I can’t go back, I can’t see my family again, the whole Dark Energy mission we had…” He rubbed his forehead. “Why was THIS the situation that ground everything to a halt?”

As he kept pondering his circumstances, he found himself frustrated. He kicked the dirt at his feet. “This isn’t fair! I get abandoned thanks to some random traveling mishap?! What even HAPPENED?! WHAT DO I DO?!” 

He then stood in silence for a minute. Normally his wife Heather would be there to comfort him and offer her input. But he no longer had that luxury.

As he struggled to come to grips with his situation, he decided to go to one of the houses. He knocked on the door, wondering if anyone would answer – just because he couldn’t sense anyone didn’t mean there was no one around. But no one answered. After a couple seconds he tried knocking again. “Anyone home?” he shouted. But there was still no answer. After a similar third attempt, Sketch decided to try opening the door.

It wasn’t locked; he looked inside for a moment. “Hello?” Then he stepped in and began to look around. The house was well-furnished as if someone indeed lived there, and with a flick of a light switch Sketch confirmed the electricity worked too. But as he roamed through each room there was no sign that anyone even touched the place.

“Jeez, this is actually kinda creepy,” Sketch said to himself. “I don’t know what the circumstances would be that would lead to a furnished home with no owner. I didn’t even see a ‘For Sale’ sign anywhere.”

After looking into the last room, he saw the sun setting through the window. He was still strangely tired after his interdimensional trip. He walked back to the main living room, glanced at the couch and sighed.

“So I guess this world is my new home…”

Deeply depressed, he took off his shirt and flopped onto the couch.

“…Might as well get comfy.”

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[shotmrmiller]

i need simon to be the one neighbor with a generator when the light's been out for days and when you shakily ask him if he can let you at least charge your phone he just drags you into his home and tells you that you can stay if you pull your weight ie. feed him and wash his ripe work clothes.

sure. you don't know how to cook but he eats it like gordon ramsey made it, doesn't even leave crumbs on the table.

you mix colors with whites, dark with light, but luckily for you, all he wears is black. (not like it matters. if you stained a wife beater pink, he'd blame it on his girl mixing her red thready knickers in with his own clothes)

it works, you suppose, but then he tells you that yall are about to have company so make plenty of food. it's 3 others but they all eat like a family of four.

and this is where things take a turn. where he always left you alone before, his hands are on your shoulders. waist. hips. curling around your ankle, thumb digging into your foot beneath the table. the scottish one notices and tells you both to keep it PG. ye're in decent company, he grumbles.

he helps pick up the dishes once everyone's happy and full of whatever you threw in the oven. stands so close he's pining you against the sink, counter digging painfully into your skin.

"they like ya," he says. well yes, you rather noticed when they kept complimenting the science experiment you called dinner. you also noticed that they called you missus. or maybe you misheard. their accents are pretty thick.

after a nightcap, he sends them on their merry way. "the missus is tired. off with ya." so you hadn't misheard.

you aren't sure how one thing led to another. how you'd been aimlessly drying dishes with a rag to having his head between your thighs, tongue dragging between your folds, fingers pressed into you up to the knuckle.

what do you know is that where he bit your neck as you came still aches. he'd been talking filth that would have even a sailor apple cheeked as he used his spit slick thumb to rub your stiff pearl in tight little circles, feeling you felt your peak approaching at a speed that almost frightened you when he sunk his crooked teeth into the junction of your neck. hard.

enough to feel a bit of a stinging tearing of skin.

ouch. you'd ask if this is also a part of pulling your weight but he's doing it for you as he drags you toward his bedroom.

[logicpng]

how does he make these anyway

[speckled-biscut]

help the puppets got me again

[clownsuu]

TOMORROW'S MY BIRTHDAY AND IM HYPED I'M TURNING 21 TOMORROW RAAAHHHHHHHHH

Which reminds me, out of all the Mob WH cast, who would actually remember someone's birthday? I have a feeling they don't really celebrate much unless they're celebrating a victory against a rival gang or something

YOOO MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW TOO GAMER YAAAAAAA

However iv given some thought about this topic lately actually, and iv come to terms with: Nobody remembers their birthday, and even if they did, Wally wouldn’t care about it. Instead, Wally would reassign their birthday to the day they joined the mob. He would even make it as special as any other birthday, because nothing is more important than the day they’ve united and finally became family.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

and then everyone had nightmares for a month. the end

[tinukis]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SABO SANO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABO SABOFJHAIQHDOWJDLQJOFJQABHAAAAAAGHHHDQJDKJWKFHWKFHQOFHWKWQA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[retirement-home-rumble]

Retirement Home Rumble: Semifinals

Side A

*DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ):

TFC was a beloved youtuber who sadly passed away last year. He was submitted and then included in this tournament as a way to honor his memory. I do not want to see anyone being toxic or disrespectful to his memory. Feel free to spread propaganda and vote for who you want, but anyone crossing a line will be blocked

Why they would crush the other geezers under the cut:

WARNING: There may be spoilers

Old Queens Propaganda:

Iroh and TFC Propaganda:

[posalis]

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

2.09 — Bitter Work || 3.12 — The Western Air Temple

Zuko experiencing the different and opposite sides of the water tribe people having "a deep sense of community and love that holds them together through anything" one after the other.

[themandolinscrimblo]

One of the best things I've ever drawn. Please note that this created nearly 1 or 2 years ago. I have better, more up-to-date art coming soon.

[indigopoptart]

gonna get back into the swing of things with!! some faces I did a bit ago!!!

+ closeups and oc creds under the cut!

the welcome home guys ofc <3

some of my guys!

(Niebla belongs to both me and @akemima ! <3)

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And now, some friends’ ocs!

Lady belongs to @gremliinsart, Keira belongs to @funonion001 !!! :3

Sundown belongs to @carnivalcarrion !! <3

Damon belongs to @sammysun , Wizard belongs to @akemima !! :33 <3<3

[beginnerblueglass]

I was telling my sister about Titans, and she was like, “the whole Bruce/Dick/Jason storyline is like the prodigal son story, with the older and younger brothers' positions switched,” and I was like ohhhh???

[the-meme-monarch]

the welcome home website almost bricked my phone i think