I Got Invited To Do A Digimon 02 Piece For A Zine :) This Was A Fun One :)

I got invited to do a Digimon 02 piece for a zine :) This was a fun one :)

He's an asshole i love him sm <3333333

“…what the actual fuck- PUT IT BACK!” Alex exclaimed, hands flying everywhere around them. They‘d done enough things today that could make them criminals back in her hometown, and the same was probably true here, alternate universe or timeline or whatever! Honestly, Alex was getting really tired of this job already, and the Lieutenant wasn’t making any of it easier.

“Pft-“ The maniac in question cawed, spinning the bloody sword with a crazed giddiness. It made the other uneasy. “Why would I do that, mi amiga, when he’s already dead?” The bloodied silver of the blade was pointed right in Alex’s face, almost grazing the very tip of her nose. The girl shrieked, falling backwards onto the dusty, rocky ground.

“D-don’t point it at me!” She choked out rather squeakily, glaring daggers as the other cackles.

“Alright, alright, I will!” Phoenix waved a hand as she responded, spinning the sword one more time. Soon enough, she tossed it over her head. They heard it whistling flying through the air for a moment, until a shriek of pain echoed it. The blonde’s almost bat-like ears fell a bit, clawed hands grabbing Alex’s as they fell into a run. “Rápida, to the avian city!”

“To the what?!”

“Luego; I’ll explain after my shortcut!”

“That doesn’t-“ Her frustration was silenced by her own shriek as she was dragged head first into a portal. The golden glow disoriented everything, ears buzzing and ringing in tune with every single sensation of the universe. It was like being pulled like taffy and torn apart, only put back together by tape; All for a god damn shortcut! They should’ve kept that sword, so Alex could chop that cocky, careless head off it’s immortal pedestal.

Oh, right. Immortal.

God damn this job.

“Where did you get a sword?!”

“Found it.”

“Where?!”

“Dead body.”

THEM!!!

Cuties 🤍💜

Headcanon that because elves aren’t great about time, and tend to have their heads in the literal stars, it is not unheard of for food to rot without them being aware that enough time could possibly have passed since it was harvested for it to no longer be good; it’s only been what like five minutes, maybe five years…? can’t possibly have gone bad yet. And since it’s not like eating food that’s gone bad actually hurts them, they just kind of…do. Not all the time, or anything. But sometimes. Without noticing. And worse (especially in the opinion of Hobbits, but also in the opinion of really anything non-elven that has ever sat at an elvish feast-table, although they’re generally better about food that they serve to guests because they specifically cook stuff to impress then, which makes it a lot more likely that whomever is doing the apple-tart will go “oh hey these apples are all squishy, let’s get some new ones” than they do when they’re just cooking for themselves) without caring.

Headcanon that this is also because ever since the Two Trees fell, everything in the world has tasted a little bit of death and ashes anyway so how can they be expected to notice if that apple has a bit of brown on it, when everything already tastes like the bitterness of fading to their tongue? Everything except the absolute freshest, newest, ripest fruits of a new spring, anyway. So the first harvest-fest of the year is a big deal to elves, and it’s not entirely because they just really like it when the flowers come back. It’s also the only time they can eat anything without tasting the ashes of Morgoth’s treachery against their lips and it’s not something they really talk about or even consciously notice….

But they do.

Doesn’t stop the Hobbits complaining, of course.