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i’ve been thinking about this edit idea all day so i had to make it before i went to bed or i’d go goddamn bananas
anyway in case you haven’t heard, lumber axe & max jägerman are the same guy and this theory is my roman empire
“‘abigail,’ Eleanor says, and the setting sun frames her like a halo. she steps forward on the roof and i see her clearer now. ‘it’s me, it’s Eleanor.’
of course i know who she is.”
inktober day 9: sun PLUS a bit from a thing i wrote about this character :3
i’m really happy with this tbh
The Next Generation Delivery Vehicle that the USPS ordered is legit the most fucked up thing you'll ever see in your life.
no but seriously imagine it
Holy hell. I love this. Charlie shut up. Just stop the jealousy and 🎶 HUG THEM BRING IT IN! WOOOOOH! WOULD YOU LOOSEN UP WOULD YA?! 🎶
idk felt like sharin' this drawing from my last post as a standalone pic just 'cause I'm really proud of the joke lol
i drew wing au Discowing in like... 2021? i stumbled upon it in my files and went "i can do better" and i Did. i did do better. its 4 am but its worth it for this stretchy showoff
The Observants finally tell Danny that's he's a baby Ancient. And he needs to decide what he's going to be the Ancient of.
Danny does not like this. Does not want this. Absolutely hates it.
He can't say the Ancient of the Living, because that'd apparently make him a God of Life, with the ability to command all things living. He'd never know if asking his friends to hang out with him would be of their own volition if he does that.
He can't say Ancient of Space, because that'd be way too powerful and he'd be scared shitless of fucking it up. What if he sneezes and moves the Milky Way five hundred thousand lightyears to the left?
But if he doesn't chose an aspect, then his core is just gonna choose one at random.
(Clockwork confided that it's very likely to choose space)
It's Sam who gives him an idea, as she's reading Odysseus. She's on the part with the cyclops, when Odysseus tells him that his name is "Nobody", so when he cried out in pain and said Nobody was attacking him, no one thought to do anything.
Somehow, this thought led to another though, and Danny finally figured out how to get out of the whole "Ancient" thing.
"Nothing."
"...Excuse us?"
"I'm the Ancient of Nothing."
Problem solved! Can't get OP powers and become a demigod if there's nothing to rule over!
Danny did not anticipate his "easy" solution leading to being interpreted as the Ancient of the Void, Guardian to the Eternal and Eldritch, Keeper of the Hungry Emptiness That Circles the Universe.
Sam won't take responsibility for his actions.
Life (and death) are so fucking unfair.
(He manages to coax the Hungry Emptiness into a much smaller and more manageable size. It took the shape of a Ferret with too many legs, and it likes eating deodorant.)
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
FANART OF WHEN SEBASTIAN FIRST TURNS INTO LIKE THE SEA SERPENT HYBRID ANGLERFISH THING
"What was in that shot?"
If I was him tho I'd be thinking where my brows are at lmao 💀 since he loses them 😭
HES SILLY
hey. psst. had a fucked up (read: brilliant) fic idea. can be a nightmare, can be real, but it's basically jay facing off against captain widow and then the captain's image shifts to lizzie, who's trying to get jay to donate her body so ava can be revived. just some fucked up toxic jay and lizzie dynamic stuff. don't mind me
tim is a dog that chose, chooses, and will forever choose his master. he’s a guard dog. he would be allowed on the bed, if and when he ever asks. he rarely does, keeps himself curled up in his bed at the fire. he isn’t kept close to heel once he grows enough to be comfortable wandering, because when his master whistles, he comes. he’s loyal—the hand that feeds him and pats him is the same as the one chokes him and hurts him, but he will never bite it. he eyes it, wary, but doesn’t flinch from it. he chooses this. he will take it all as it comes. he knows his master hurts him because he’s sick. he is a guard dog, but before that, he’s his master's dog. he’s a support animal. he’s a pet. he guards, because that’s what his master’s pets do. he’s loyal. he cannot blame a sick man for being sick.
kon is a work dog, a sheepdog. he guards. his master, the shepherd, isn’t around. he has handlers. they are not kind, but kon is not a family dog. he expects this, and to him they are kind. he knows no better. kon doesn’t know the warmth of a fire, except when his master's parents allow him in when he comes with the sheep. he takes his lack of supervision as trust, as freedom, wears it as pride. he still comes when he’s whistled for. he doesn’t like how his handlers turned him into a showdog, he wants to work, but he is forced to like it. it gives him purpose. when his master, or no, the shepherd comes, he tells him he did a good job, he takes him into town. then he is glad to act as a show dog. then he is happy. but the moments are fleeting. he doesn’t let himself mind. he’s a worker. there are sheep to be guarded.
I wonder how many people remember if you attack the cuccoos in twilight princess you possess the cuccoo.
What was that even about, like why