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i don't know how to describe how much i love sonic battle's endings with words so i made a comic about it

epilogue:

#sonic the hedgehog

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WHO. WHO. WHO ARE THEY I LOVE THEM ALREADY

#metaphor refantazio #atlus #atlus games #atlus persona #shin megami tensei #shin megami tensai persona

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Love the collective headcannon that Cait is Reeve’s fursona.

love this animal

#cait sith #ff7

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sketches! twilight princess but with hylian midna and twili link

#twilight princess #legend of zelda #midna

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Right cause why can’t people just go “I wanna fuck that monster.” And when someone responds they shouldn’t respond with “Dude that’s not Monster.” They should go “Pussy, I’m more into this monster.�� And agree to disagree instead of arguing.

I wish monsterfuckers were nicer to each other. There's so much negativity about what does or doesn't count as monsters. People draw arbitrary lines and then fight over them. Can't we all just exist and love monsters?

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I need more shows/fics like captain laserhawk. And when I say that I don’t mean cyberpunk shows I mean I need something mashing up ALL of a company game characters into one nishe genre.

Put Nintendo characters in a western. Put Sony characters into a fantasy world. Put Square Enix characters into a steampunk world! The headcannons, the crossover friendships, the rarepairs, THE POTENTIAL IS THERE AND I HAVENT SEEN ANYONE DO THIS!

#captain lazerhawk blood dragon remix #clh #captain lazerhawk #ubisoft #nintendo #sony #squire enix #sega #captain lazerhawk spoilers #captain laserhawk

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Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

BE SURE TO FUND THIS PERSON ITS ON THEIR PAGE

#go fund me #fundrasier #fundraising

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Okay so I’ve been working on a fic based on @mistercesare Role swap AU. And it made me think how Fiona and Cake would work in it.

I can imagine, with Scarab being more serious, would never EVER think of even making a in a unauthorized universe. But… all of the other universes seemed to bore him immensely. There’s nothing interesting about it. There’s barely good drama or angst to any of them. So… maybe just a little self-indulgent writing wouldn’t hurt anyone. Just putting a little angst/ no comfort there, some major character death here. AND… he made an unauthorized universe.

Oh this is very unallowed…

If someone finds out not only might he be removed as wishmaseter, but he would be seen as a hypocrite. The number one suck up to the rules breaks one will forever be tarnish on his record. He can’t have that! He’s has to hide it somewhere. UH! UH! OH! That crazy old ice guy in that one universe. He could put it in his mind. Then no one will find his fic!

So it would stay the same, but instead of being a gender swap of the OG world, it’s also just one big GOT universe, all inside Ice King’s mind. I feel like if there was ever an episode based on this, the whole thing would just be a parody of GOT, and you can chalk it up to IK not fully understanding the angst or anything. And that would make Scarab so pissed but he can’t say anything about it because then people will know he made it.

And he would even be more pissed once Ice king became Simon again. Now all of his progress is lost and gone forever. Imagine you’ve been working on a dark angst fic for years and all of sudden it’s get’s removed. I would be salty as hell.

I can see the Fionna and Cake world turning into the one we see in the show exactly. And I guess the whole lesson of the show would be less of “Escapism into your self-indulgent world all of the time is bad” And more, “You don’t and shouldn’t want to live in the world of your Angst fic.”

The funniest thing I could think of it that, I feel like Scarab would STILL be the villain of the show. Less because of, “I need to get rid of the unauthorized universe.” and more, “ANYONE WHO’S KNOWS OR IS APART OF MY FIC NEEDS TO DIE” Because he’s so worried that he’ll get in trouble with the people upstairs. And dosen’t want anyone to know.

And Prismo would still be helping them except more throughout, and also trying to calm Scarab down.

“Scrabby, I don’t think anyone cares about what you did, but you don’t have to go this far-!”

“NO, SHUT UP! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! I DIDN’T EVEN MAKE THIS! I’M JUST DOING YOUR JOB OF DESTROYING UNAUTHRIZED UNIVERES! SO SHUT UP.”

And scarab would be even more pissed that his Fantasy dark/angst fic got turned into a Modern Slice of life AU. Like all of that hard work wasted just so you can make candy cakes? Fuck off.

#adventure time fionna and cake #adventure time #scarab the god auditor #scarab fionna and cake #scarab adventure time #fionna and cake #role swap au #fanfic #headcannons #prismo the wishmaster #prismo adventure time #prismo fionna and cake

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Oh copy/paste and desktop Tumblr, how I've missed you so XDD

I'm still unable to sit at my desk for as long as I'd like to.. but I can sit long enough to draw some comics here and there at least! One of which being a (somewhat) angsty comic with Grim and V! Did you really think they escaped my angst curse?? It was only a matter of time before I cursed them as well! XDD

But for real, I've wanted to draw something angsty with Grim and V for a while now. And I'm glad I was finally able to! Even if its kind'aaa more of a goofy comic with angsty undertones rather than full on angst. XDD

The more I draw these two, the more lore I start to build in the background... I wonder if I should explore Grim's more serious angst sometime.. 😈😈

#gengar #sylveon

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Happy late birthday to me! Here’s a cringe fic I made with my faves together in one fic to celebrate!

#monster prom #monster camp #monster roadtrip #metal sonic #envy fullmetal alchemist #fe hapi #hapi fire emblem #fe3h hapi #writting #my writing #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #monster roadtrip glitch #glitch #neo metal sonic #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3 #fullmetal alchemist #sth #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes

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THIS THIS THIS!!!

Comic done for the Hapi zine on twitter! I'm not sure if tumblr likes links so ummm look up Hapi Zine on bigcartel, leftover sales are still going. Check out the merch there's some cute stuff there!

#fe3h #fire emblem #edelgard von hresvelg #hapi fire emblem

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✨🖤

#ramattra #fanart #bunny girl

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Quotes for Palestine

You know what, I've seen now after my Ides of March post spread that the IQG community can do a lot if we really work toward it. I know a lot of you don't have a lot of money to donate. Neither do I, but we can all Click for Palestine.

Click for Palestine is a website that uses clicks from users to track user engagement, then shows that user engagement to advertisers on their site (so you'll need to turn off your adblock and accept cookies for the site) and recieves a certain amount of money from those advertisers for every click. Then, Click for Palestine donates that money to UNWRA (and they have the paperwork to prove it), who can then use it to help lobby for aid, and, if they can get past Isreal's blockages, feed Palestine

Reblog this post with screenshots proving you have clicked at Click for Palestine (or otherwise donated to or helped Palestine). If this post reaches 500 click/donation-proving reblogs before April, I'll process all the quotes in the inbox and open quote submissions again on April 2nd. You can reblog for every click you make, which is one per day (per device, if you're using multiple)

EDIT: I lowered the goal from 5,000 to 500 because I realized that I completely miscalculated how long we had until April (I sincerely apologize about that), BUT I'm adding this additional one.

If we get 5,000 clicks before May, I will once again process all the quotes in the inbox (yes, even if it opens again in April), then open the inbox on May 1st.

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Y’all ever get the urge to make a whole script of conversations based on Poker night in the inventory except with your favorite characters?

#writing ideas #writing inspiration #writing prompts #my writing #writting #creative writing #writers #writer #writing prompt #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writblr #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #poker night at the inventory #poker night 2 #ao3fic #ao3 author

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#father gregor #moloch #spooky month #spooky month fanart

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“I’ll give you anything. I’ll give you everything. All you have to do is ask.

    Ramattra studied Hana as she worked on his arm. Her hands were steady, fingers deftly working between delicate wiring, and twisted, broken metal slick with oil and other essential fluid. The flurry of worry, and anger that had greeted him when he’d first staggered through her door had disappeared, locked behind an intense focus that in that moment reminded him of the monks back in Nepal. A focus that he envied. His focus was different, ever moving, ever growing.

A future that fluctuated with every step he took.

Every choice he made and action he did.

Every moment spent with her.

He watched her fingers dance amongst the damage, unbelievably delicate considering the strength he knew ran through her like iron. Unbearably gentle, as some distant part of him knew that there was danger in this moment; and there was a hesitance now as he lifted his gaze to her face. It was there that her focus revealed itself to be a lie, a shield against everything else. He had learned to read her expression in a way he had never done with any human, and now his gaze rested on the way she chewed on the inside of her cheek as though fighting to hold back words, the scowl that had settled into place. It was her eyes that told him the most though, a hint of moisture betraying her worry, and the fire in them as she sensed his gaze and met it for a moment, telling him that she was still angry.

At those who had hurt him, or at him for walking into danger, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t that good with human emotions, although studying her, he had a suspicion that it was both.

“You’ll live…” Her voice after an hour of intense silence startled him, and he reared back and looked down at his wrist. The worst of the damage had been patched up while he had been distracted, and if he had been anywhere else, he would have cursed himself for allowing himself to be so unaware of what was happening. But here, where there weas only the two of them, he felt…safe. And there was danger in that.

“Thank you,” he murmured, flexing his wrist. The metal grinded, not completely in place, but functional.

“I’ll fix the rest in the morning,” Hana said, following his gaze as she wiped some hair out of her face, smearing her cheek with oil.

“You don’t have to,” Ramattra said, even as he reached out to clear the smear away. His fingers lingering, as though magnetically drawn to the soft warmth of her skin. This is dangerous.

“I want to. If you promise not to get busted up again, for at least a month.” He could tell the last bit was added reluctantly, for all that she tried to inject her usual levity into the words. She was worried.

For him.

 About him.

 Because of Him.

“I promise.” He hadn’t meant to say it, the promise slipping out without his permission. Dangerous. He couldn’t promise that at the best of times, let alone now when pieces were falling into place, and the future he had dreamed of for so long loomed on the horizon. A future that hadn’t included Hana… a future…

“I’ll go clean up and then we can hang out, unless you need to rest?” Hana’s voice, the soft concern that had replaced the levity, shattered his image of the future and as she rose to her feet, he reached out and grasped her wrist. Gently. A  gentleness he had never thought he could possess after he had chosen to leave the  monastery and take the path that lay before him. A softness that had the potential to cut like a knife.

“Hana…” She turned to look at him, half-smile fading a little as she tilted her head in question and for a moment he was lost. Caught between this moment and the future he had always envisioned. It was like being stood on a knife edge, and if either of them moved wrong it would slice deep. He needed to let the moment go, to let her go, but she stood there, at ease with his hand on her, comfortable in his present. Revelling in it, the softness in her eyes his undoing. “I’ll give you anything, I’ll give you everything,” he unravelled, laying himself open for her. “All you have to do is ask.”

Hana blinked at the words, at the way his touch tightened as though afraid she would flee before his words.

“Have you been in the holovids again?” She asked.

“No, I…” He fell silent, recognising her teasing for a defensive mechanism. Hana always turned to levity when she was hurting or unsure, just as he subsided into silence. Two sides of the same coin. “I mean it.” The words were steady, not reflecting the splintering that was occurring deep inside himself. He meant it, and that scared him.

There was silence for a moment, Hana staring up at him, only the slight widening of her eyes betraying the fact that he had caught her by surprise. Then she was pulling slightly, tugging her hand out of his grasp, and he let her go. He would always let her go if that was what she wanted, just as he had always come back, because she had asked him to in a rare moment of vulnerability.

She stepped back, and he let her go. Watching as her arms started to creep up, ready to wrap around herself in a hug – retreating from him, from the world, from his words… Then she paused and lowered her arms and took a deep breath and just smiled at him and shook her head.

“Hana?” He asked, confused.

“The one thing I want to ask, is the one thing you can’t give,” Hana said,  and she sounded so old. So, world weary for a moment, that he ached for her in a way he had never thought possible. She closed the distance between them, coming back to him, her hands steady as she reached up to cup his face, staring up at him. Her smile sad but full of promise. “So, I’m not going to ask.”

#dvattra #drabble