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critterbitter · 4 months
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Local pachirisu child attempts to befriend two patrats (because they know the chopsticks game, and therefore must be cool, right???)
Alas. The children do not know how to communicate. (Want comics that aren't sad child hours? Check out the masterpost for my submas content!)
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scipunk · 21 days
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Alita Battle Angel (1993)
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vizreef · 7 months
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Vizreef's 1st button & knobs experience
Fisher Price // Activity Center (US, 1973)
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vertigoartgore · 29 days
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1987's Batman: Year One house ad art by David Mazzucchelli.
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ladyvictoriadiana · 5 months
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Something which always gets me about Damian Wayne's origin story is how uprooted he must have felt.
Once he moves to his father/ Gotham, so many things change.... his position within society, the dominant language spoken around him, his name, his alias. He, with one stroke, loses all those he was close to before and has to change himself, not only speaking a different language almost exclusively but also changing his entire system of morality in order to be accepted by his father, whom he has been told to worship as one of the strongest and most intelligent people in the world, if not the universe.
What does that do to a child's psyche? Does Damian sometimes speak Arabic to himself just so he doesn't lose the language? Does he sometimes flinch while training, expecting his sparring partner to deal the final blow? Does he have to be conscious of every breath, step, motion he makes so he can hide his League training? Does he constantly second-guess himself every time he makes a decision? Does he feel like he lost himself entirely?
What does he see when he looks in the mirror?
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evilhorse · 2 months
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House ad for Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn from November 1989
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wealmostaneckbeard · 6 months
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 year
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Fairy au question:
What was it like for Sun and Moon when they were first born/created? Idk how being born as a fairy works, aside from all the Tinkerbell movies I've seen, lol.
Did they know each other and their jobs immediately or did it take some time?
The light of the first dawn shines upon and enchants a dew drop with its magic--effectively becoming a "sun drop". It then falls onto a flowering bud.
The bud glows with the sun drop's magic and it blossoms. Curled up inside, new as the dawn, is a tiny sleeping Sundrop fairy.
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It's both nature and nurture when it comes to their tasks. Some, they know instinctively; Sun knows to help with the flowers. Some they learn, like their fairy dust having an effect on other living things.
As for Moon's origins, it's the same as Sun's. Instead, it takes place at night, with the light of a blue moon (the second full moon of a month). Both of their origins are meant to be extremely rare occurrences.
also, just wanna point out, they have no genitalia, so not technically naked. But they didn't just emerge with their clothes.
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redspringstudio · 1 year
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Your origin affects your interactions with the characters, and may reveal unique information and choices 👀
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mon-petit-cabbages · 7 months
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I bet you Transformers One (2024) is just going to be Orion Pax spouting some philosophical shit and Megatronus is trying so hard to understand it but they both function on one braincell
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Khem Val, underrated king
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callimara · 4 months
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Wildward ; animal-themed magical girls for mature audiences by callimara. In which being secret magical girls in your mid-20s is way harder than you think.
[ supernatural, horror, action, mystery, romance, angst, slice-of-life, enemies-to-lovers ]
Chapter 1: “I’ll do it.”
(4,992 words | may 12, 2023)
“A day in the life of a burnt-out nurse who definitely does not need anything more on her plate right now.”
watch it here!
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phoebepheebsphibs · 9 months
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Story #2 is posted! SAVAGE RAPH ORIGINS
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I hope you enjoy :)
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wembleygoodboy · 10 days
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Wembley, may I ask where you got your name? Were you named after the puppet?
itis actuolly kindof a Lomg Storey, so iwill let dadmom tellit! 😊👍 (it also doubols as My Orogin Storey!)
[story time! this is gonna be a long one, so strap in, ahaha
so, i went to college for music (education and performance; flute performance, specifically. i can wipe my ass w that degree now tho lol), so i was in a couple different ensembles at any given time. in 2013, we were playing a multi-movement piece called "3 Ayres from Gloucester" by Hugh Stuart. the 3rd movement is called "The Fiefs of Wembley." you can listen to a performance of it here. wembley is apparently a location within london. think "wembley stadium!"
i always joked with my fellow flutist friend (we'll call her M) who i shared a stand with that Wembley sounded like the name of a mischievous cat. "wembley get off the counter!!!" "UGH NO why always on the carpet, wembley?!" etc. it helped that the tune itself totally sounds like the theme song of a somewhat skittish yet naughty little cat, parading around causing chaos until he's spotted, then darting away.
on october 3rd, 2013, i came into rehearsal and find M looking pretty distraught. i ask whats up, and shes like "i think i saw a kitten in the middle of the club lawn, it was just laying there, maybe its hurt, idk what to do!" im like okay lets check it out together, and our conductor (huge sweetheart) gives us the okay to go investigate.
sure enough, theres a tiny black blob just laying there in the middle of the lawn; not hidden away in the bushes where a mama cat wouldve left him. as we approached, the blob got up and awkwardly darted away towards the lil decorative pine shrubs dividing the lawn from a small parking lot. we followed it, and there he was: a small black kitten, crouched in terror, hiding in the shelter of the shrubbery.
i dont remember when exactly it happened, but it suddenly dawned on me. i turned to my friend. "M... its WEMBLEY..."
we tried to coax him out to no avail- not even food would persuade him, and he looked very thin- and he was a bit too close to the road for our comfort, so i asked my roommate to keep an eye on the lil guy while M and i went back to rehearsal. after it ended, we recruited a small gaggle of band geeks to capture the kitten. it was the bassoon player who finally caught him, plucking him out of a miniature shrub he'd tried to climb.
i swaddled wembley up in a black bandana i kept in my back pocket (for the Fashion™️), hopped into my roommate's car with my stuff, and headed back with my roommate to our little on-campus apartment. as i stood in the living room, waiting for him to bring our stuff from the car, wembley began to purr in my arms :,)
(to be fair, cats may purr to self-soothe when theyre stressed; its not exclusively an indicator of pleasure. but. Still, lol.)
turns out lil wembley was only a month old: just old enough for solid food, thankfully, but much younger than the age at which kittens are generally separated from their mothers for adoption, which generally occurs after 3 months. he also had a sprained leg, which made walking very difficult and painful for him. the leg was likely the reason he was abandoned by his feral mother, as if he couldnt keep up, she couldnt afford to stop for him when she likely had a whole litter to care for. understandable, but her loss was my (and wembley's!) gain. 💚
i had to tame him, as he was feral, and EXTREMELY fearful of humans, but i spent hours that night sitting on the opposite side of the bathroom, slowly earning his trust until, little by little, i was able to scoot close enough to him to pet him. he'd obviously never been petted before; the look on his little face was pure magic. he completely opened up to me after that moment.
i totally had myself fooled, thinking id find a home for him once his leg was all healed up (my vet major pal showed me how to make him a splint), but... then he started sleeping with me and... well..... yeah. nope. he was my son, and i was his dadmom.
and i always will be. 💚
BONUS PICTURES:
the first picture i ever took of Wembley (thats the bottom of a red solo cup i sewed fabric around so he could drink water from it without risking him getting cut on the plastic):
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baby's first petting 💚:
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he relaxed a lot after discovering the joy of Petting :)
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settling down for his first night with us, too sleepy for this world 💚:
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days later, with his lil foot in a splint, sitting in his temporary makeshift litterbox. the Poopie Prince!
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...TL;DR, its the name of a part of london, and i chose it because of an instrumental piece of music. coulda just said that, i suppose, but I'll ALWAYS jump at the chance to tell wembley's Origin Story and share baby pics, ahaha 💚
-dadmom]
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jumezart · 7 months
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Made a little comic of my dnd character's first spell. She learned druid magic only so she could talk to her future best friend (also future chew toy :^) Mr Tassium! He is supposed to be a baby ferret but after the lineart process i realized that i've never seen a baby ferret before, and after some googling; it shows! I love him though. He looks so squishable.
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klina12 · 6 months
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@byk23
Bedelia Cat's origin story 😺
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