#maybe some other day

[sketchy-tour]

Oh I should share more of just little tidbits of myself here more. Show off my collections or give insights on the things I enjoy. I dunno, sometimes I forget I can blab about stuff on here!

Anyway! Yall wanna see the chatterphone I got for Wally??? Because it is the most delightful thing ever and having one fills me with such joy and whimsy!

LOOK AT THEM! A couple of sillies!!!! He was so MENACING in the box haha. Oh I always wanted one, especially after seeing his lovely acting skills in the movie Skinamarink!

Wanna gather items that remind me of Wally to put all together on the shelf with him along with any other official WH merch I get over time! Rearranged my whole shelf so Wally could have the top all to himself.

#a shrine area if you will #I was gonna give him an area by my vinyl record player #maybe some other day #but my shelf is close to my computer and I like having him close #he was on my bed for a while! its getting crowded with stuffies on my bed tho. he needed his own space #special guy #oh right but the chatterphone!!!!! #thats what this post is supposed to be about- #i love chatterphone!!! I didnt have one as a kid. at least not that I recall #i missed out on them #NOT ANYMORE!!!! #Now I have a beloved silly of my own #I love when he looks up. like hes watching me curiously. so many thoughts behind those eyes and yet not a word to say #just rambling

[mr-president]

more marxist michael

#was gonna draw him debating w N abt pokémon solidarity but that’d require like 3 hours of thinking plus 4 hours of counterarguments so #maybe some other day #pokemon #pokemon xd #pokemon xd gale of darkness #pokemon colosseum #my art

[darnellthefirestarter]

Pajama party! (With a bonus grouchy Pico!)

#friday night funkin #pico newgrounds #pico fnf #doodle #boyfriend fnf #boyfriend #gay men #fnf boyfriend #boyfriend x girlfriend #sesame street #elmo #cookie monster #oscar the grouch #this took way too long to make #i wish i had time to make nene and darnell #maybe some other day

[dailylowqualitycats]

Day 90

Cookie cat

Her name is Ruth

#cat #daily cats #poorly drawn cats #cats of tumblr #low quality #cute cats #cats #funny cats #artists on tumblr #orange cat #crap i should have made it steven universe #it would have been such a good reference #then all the steven universe fans would see it and it would be cool #maybe some other day #cookie run #this isnt actually a cookie run reference but whatever #chocolate #chocolate chips #dessert #cookies #treat #cookie cat #he left his family behind #cookie CATTT

[piro-piroooooo]

blue eye samurai feels made for this group of people i consider myself part of who had a specific type of awakening or realization when they watched mulan as children. five stars out of five. please watch it.

#blue eye samurai #i was going to make a post for my thoughts like the one i made for my sailor moon rewatch but i'm too lazy to do it #maybe some other day #textpost

[dinuxia-bhm]

Across the spiderverse...

Obsessed with this movie... Watched it the first day it came out... And now I can't get it out of my head...

Back from the dead with more fanart... And now I'm going back to my grave... Byeeee...

#across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles molares #gwen stacy #peter b parker #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #jessica drew #miguel o'hara #the spot #this took me way too long to make #im drained #my fanart #could've included more spideys but I'm too tired #Maybe some other day #absolutely loved it #obssessed #this movie ate and left no crumbs

[broken-slime-boi]

For @tmntaucompetition AUary prompt; Permanent

For context, Sakura is a mutant leatherback sea turtle who is about 6 years old here. Jennika is about 11.

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[Oroku Saki walks into the medbay. Sees Sakura in a bed with Jennika sitting at the end. Sakura has rough slashing injuries across her face that are being treated. Saki approaches.]

Saki, stern: What happened?

Jennika, nervously: I-It was… a training accident? Yes, a training accident!

Saki: Training accident? Who was her opponent?

[Saki glares at Jennika, almost untrusting.]

Sakura: No one! I- Uhm…. [She looks to the side] I tried to… uh… make a dagger in the forge. But it didn’t go so well.

[Saki hums and signals for Jennika to stand. Jennika moves to the other side of the bed. Saki takes her place. The doctor pauses. Saki gently examines one of the injuries.]

Saki: Hm. These scars will likely be permanent. You were fortunate to not have taken an eye out. From now on, you must have someone with you in the forge. At least, until you are skilled enough to not need help. Is that understood?

Sakura: Yes, father.

[Saki turns away, heading to the door.]

Saki, muttering to himself: Who let a six year old just walk into a forge by herself?

[He exits]

#tmnt fan iteration #tmnt greyscale #tmnt shredder #tmnt jennika #I wanted to draw this but eh #maybe some other day

[fourphoenixfeathers]

What is Heretic Emmett's deal with Giratina? Is Giratina just like 'hey let me see what you have happening in Unova?' or is it something more sinister?

Oops, my hand slipped---

Sorry for the wait, but i felt compelled to write something in place of a short answer. I hope you like it!

Tw for Giratina being a bit mentally invasive and for discussion of loss of bodily autonomy.

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Emmet was definitely dreaming. That was the only explanation for what was going on with his bathroom mirror.

Instead of showing his reflection, like mirrors were supposed to do, there was a vast chasm. It was filled with floating landmasses unbound by gravity, covered in trees growing directionlessly with no sun to orient themselves by. The dark blue sky swirled with bright purple clouds. It hurt Emmet's eyes to look at.

The surreal cherry on top of all this was Giratina, who was staring at him from the other side of the mirror.

"I am Emmet. I would like to wake up now."

Negation. Stationary. Existent. Consciousness.

Emmet clutched his head as thoughts that weren't his own assaulted his mind. They were loud. Wordless but full of meaning. He tried to put words to the formless thoughts, and something clicked.

"I am Emmet. Are you trying to tell me I am awake?"

Affirmation. Stationary. Urgent.

"Fine. I will not leave. Yup! Staying right here."

Gratitude. Relief.

Emmet winced at the growing pressure. "Can you speak any verbal languages? If we continue like this, I will derail shortly."

Giratina tilted his head at Emmet and rumbled pensively. His response was quieter than before.

Attempt. Connection. Learn. Communication.

Emmet had to take a minute to parse that statement. "You want to learn Galarian through me?"

Giratina nodded.

"How?"

The moment he asked the question, Emmet felt an urge to touch the mirror. Emmet slowly brought his hand up to the glass. It felt exactly how a mirror should feel despite the fact that it was currently being used like some cross-dimensional zoom call. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine that there was nothing on the other side.

Permission.

"Granted."

Emmet braced himself for the painful pressure that he associated with Giratina's 'voice', but it never came. Instead, he was overcome by an opressive feeling of being watched. Giratinas's eyes seemed to bore into his, and Emmet dropped his head to stare at the sink. It didn’t help. Belatedly, Emmet realized he was still in his pajamas. He traced the cartoon trains on his sleeve with his eyes while he waited for Giratina to finish whatever it was that he was doing.

After what could have been hours or minutes, the feeling of being a bug under a microscope faded away. Emmet's arm fell to his side. He looked up again, but he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact.

"I am Giratina. I am sorry I caused you discomfort." The voice was deep and rumbling, exactly what you would imagine coming from something so large. There was something familiar about the intonation, though. Perhaps Giratina picked up Emmet’s manner of speech while rooting through his head.

"It is-" Emmet cut himself off before he could dismiss his discomfort. Ingo had always told him to stand up for himself more. "It is not fine. But if this is important, it might be acceptable. What do you want?"

"I need your help. And I believe I can help you in return." Giratina’s body language was unreadable, but Emmet might have heard a hint of remorse in his voice. It was hard to pick up on, but Emmet knew his own way of speaking. At the very least, he wasn't lying, and there was only one thing Emmet needed help with.

"You know where to find my brother?" Emmet could have rivalled Ingo’s inside voice as he leaned forward on the rim of the sink.

"Yes. I met your brother, once. He was in Sinnoh, three centuries ago."

"Giratina. Is my brother dead?" Emmet’s hands shook. He gripped the sink so hard he feared it would crack.

"I do not know. I was… out of commission shortly after I saw him. By the time I woke up, he was gone. But I know who would know. When I met your brother, his body was being inhabited by Arceus."

"What do you mean inhabited? What did Arceus do to him?"

"Arceus and Ingo were both conductors in Ingo’s body. From what I saw, the coupling was accidental. Ingo retained control most of the time, but when I faced Arceus, Ingo was merely a passenger."

Emmet let loose a sigh of relief. What Giratina told him was distressing, but it certainly could have been worse. Even with the issue of time travel, Arceus’ involvement meant there might be a chance to return Ingo to his proper time.

"So we need Arceus to get my brother back," Emmet concluded. "And you will help me. What are you getting out of this?"

"Human legends say that I am locked in the Distortion World as punishment. But that was not always the case. I was created to take care of this plane. But I resented this task." Giratina paused and looked away. Emmet would almost say he looked like he was trying to make himself smaller. "I allied myself with a human in a plot to rebel against Arceus. Ever since then, my domain has become my prison."

"You want me to fight Arceus for you?" Emmet asked. He did not want to fight a god, but if he had to for Ingo, he would.

"No. I want you to help me apologize."

"...Ah." Giratina wanted family counseling. Emmet didn’t know if he should feel underwhelmed or relieved.

"If this task is too much for you. I will be content if you let me experience your world through your eyes. However, if I do not reconcile with Arceus, getting your brother back will become verrry difficult."

Emmet let a hysterical laugh slip from his lips at hearing his own verbal tic coming from a legendary pokemon.

"I am Emmet. I think I need to sit down."

"Take your time. I can wait."

Emmet considered his options. This seemed good. Too good. Help from a legendary was invaluable, especially considering Ingo was displaced through time. On the other hand, Emmet couldn’t believe how easy it sounded.

"You mentioned 'experiencing my world'. What does that mean?"

"In order for us to help each other, we must establish a sort of connection. It is similar to the one Arceus made with your brother. But Theirs was accidental. Ours would be purposeful. If you allow it, I will be able to use your body like my own. We will be co-conductors in your train. In return, you will have my aid and my power."

Emmet was silent for a long time. A direct connection to a legendary? The world had its fair share of megalomaniacs who would jump on such a chance, but Emmet didn’t care for power. He liked his joltiks. He liked his subway. He liked a good, fair fight with passionate trainers. But he loved Ingo more than all of those combined. He could live with taking a backseat for a while if it meant he could see Ingo again. He grit his teeth and met Giratina’s eyes.

"I am Emmet. I will do it."

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So to answer your question: not that sinister actually. Giratina wants to fix his family issues and experience the not-distorted world. And unlike a certain someone-

*cough* Arceus *cough*

-he tries his best to make sure Emmet knows what he's getting into. It'll take a bit to get used to taking a backseat in his own head, but at least Emmet gets a new fren and spooky powers out of it. :>

#submas #emmet #giratina #prophet and heretic au #fic #no beta i die like twin spirits ingo #tadaa the origin story #i wanted to write a bit more for after emmet accepts #but my brain is goop #im done #maybe some other day #i think this is a rough draft? #rae writes

[laugh-of-the-medusa]

lorde maybe I’ll commission someone for this

u kno what I need in life? an AU where Azula runs away or gets banished (or anything involving her leaving the Fire Nation for “good” before the events of ATLA) and ends up in Hira’a before Ursa does (idk she got lost somewhere lmao).

Anyways, she’s a prickly menace but somehow finds a father figure in Ikem/Noren. For a while, she finds peace there. Like, she doesn’t lose her edge, but she learns what it’s like to be genuinely loved by someone, to have a parent whose approval you don’t have to win because it’s always freely given. And Ikem is patient and kind, even when he’s being firm about Azula not pushing him around.

Also, like, imagine a scene displaying Azula’s vulnerability? And her age. Like, her, acting like a child (which she was) and being terrified that Ikem would hurt her for disappointing him because Ozai had no qualms about doing it.

At some point she starts call him “father.” As a joke, mostly. One of those sarcastic things where Azula’s rolling her eyes, “okay, dad” moments even when she goes and does whatever it is Ikem asks her to do. Maybe insert a melodramatic scene with Azula having a fever (Zuko-style when he decided to turn over to the light side lmao), and she deliriously calls Ikem “father.” And afterwards, it’s just a thing that she does. Sarcastic or not. And even if she doesn’t do it often, and she still calls him by his name, sometimes she just call him dad in earnest.

Enter, at some point, Ursa. Maybe Azula wasn’t there when she returned.

Just like… imagine that scene:

Azula knows rage, knows how it burns; knows its fire intimately because she cradled in her chest for years, welcomed the way it coursed through her veins with dizzying intensity. She knows rage by the smell of burnt flesh, knows it by the scars Ozai left behind on her back whenever she disappointed him. (I was six, Azula remembers telling Ikem. He said it was his duty, as my father and as fire lord, to ensure I will not be a disappointment to my nation.)

It is only her respect for Ikem (and the genuine fondness hidden beneath the casual indifference she likes to wear) that stops her from unleashing that fury. It burns like acid beneath her skin, but she keeps herself still. Azula wonders what she would have have done if she had met this woman years ago, when the hurt was still a raw and aching thing. She would have burned her where she stood, with a dagger made of flame so the pain she inflicts is precise, because how else could she make this woman understand her own suffering if not by carving it onto her own flesh?

But Azula doesn’t wish her harm. It isn’t the besotted look Ikem wears for this woman that stays her hand (it isn’t even her knowledge of the past they shared). Even from this angle, Azula can see that the woman is not Ursa. At least, this woman is not wearing her mother’s face. Her chi is startlingly familiar though, and Azula knows it like her own even after all these years. She reaches for it, brushing against it with a softness foreign to her. The woman startles, and finally turns to look at her.

“Oh, hello,” she says with a smile. Her expression is kind, and her eyes hold no fear or contempt. She speaks with a rasp Azula has never heard in her childhood, but the voice remains unmistakeable.

Azula clenches her jaw, swallows harshly. She tears her eyes away from the woman’s face to look at Ikem. “Did you catch another stray while I was gone?”

“Azula,” Ikem says, his tone is light despite the warning in it. The woman doesn’t flinch at her name, Azula doesn’t expect her too, there is no dawning recognition in her eyes either. “This is Noriko.”

—

And just, like, imagine Azula always being so torn about “Noriko.” Because there’s a part of her that wants so desperately to lash out, but her newfound conscience tells her this woman doesn’t deserve it. Oh, Ursa would have understood every quip and barb Azula would deliver with scathing carelessness; but Noriko wouldn’t. Noriko who is kind to her, who laughs at her jokes even when they are callous, who is affectionate in a way she doesn’t remember Ursa ever being (to Zuko, maybe, but never her; she was always her father’s daughter. Maybe, this time around she’s simply lucky enough to have someone better to call father.)

—

Also, a scene where like:

“Did you tell her about me?”

“I did.”

“And she still chose this.” (Azula looking obviously hurt, and so, so, so young.)

“Azula.”

“Does she hate me that much she would rather forget me?” (Tightness in her chest, the back of her throat burning.)

(Ikem drawing her into a hug she tries to resist at first.) “She didn’t think you would have wanted to see her.”

No, Azula thinks. She didn’t but… “That doesn’t mean she can take that choice away from me.” (Then, clearly hurting.) “But she was a coward and she ran away instead of facing me.” She left me, she thinks. Again.

(Azula leaving. Noriko overhearing everything. Talking with Ikem about her memories. More angst and resolution happens along the way. Kiyi is born knowing Ursa as her mother.)

—

But also something more wholesome like Azula holding Kiyi when she’s born, Kiyi having her wrapped around her lil finger even when she pretends this isn’t the case. Azula being a better older sibling to Kiyi than Zuko ever was to her because she has the benefit of being in a healthier environment. (Also something about her newfound relationship with Kiyi making her think about her relationship with Zuko, how to patch things up with him.)

I mean. Idk where the fuck this is going or whatever else is happening.

Maybe, something to the effect of Azula spending some years in Hira’a with Ikem until after the threat of whatever she was running away from more or less disappears. Timeline is pushed forward a bit so everyone’s just a tad bit older when the events of canon starts.

Azula eventually venturing out of Hira’a to offer her services as some sort of mercenary or spy (being in an acting troupe earned her a few skills, including being decent with a sword; plus brushing up on old skills taught to her by Mai and Ty Lee, trying to “perfect” what she remembers and searching out texts and teachers to bridge that. At first she tells herself it’s because she needs to know how to fight without her bending, blue flame is recognizable after all, but the truth of it is, really, is that she misses them and this is the only way she knows how to keep their memory alive.)

I guess she’d return to Hira’a sporadically, and what have you. But for the most part, traveling as a mercenary for hire is how she meets Gaang.

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ALSO. Imagine: Azula being all “pro-fire nation” as a product of her seeing the Fire Nation through the eyes of its people (and it’s colonies) rather than something ingrained in her as Princess. Like. I want her time in Hira’a unlearning Ozai’s imparted shittiness to be a way of her also, at first, losing faith in the throne and being disenchanted by their supposed greatness. And then just, learning how to love her people because she sees them from a whole new perspective. Yeah. That. I want that growth too.

OOOH lastly: Azula seeing Zuko again for the first time and seeing his scar and then immediately feeling angry because what the fuck did he do to you?! and she doesn’t have to ask who did it, she knows because she has her own scars to match beneath her clothes. But she’s still angry, and she wants Ozai to pay for hurting her brother. Her mother’s son. (Azula, at some point, telling him about Ursa and Kiyi and Ikem… Zuko’s redemption arc in part being brought by Azula as much as it is Iroh. Azula still butting heads with Iroh because Iroh, wise as he is, still sees her as Ozai’s golden child even after all these years. Because he doesn’t understand Azula’s sharp sense of humor the way Ikem did, the way Ursa-as-Noriko learned it. Iroh and Azula developing a better relationship through Zuko, or because of Zuko, because they both care about him.)

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(I mean. Azula’s still gonna be gay as fuck here too. Maybe not the focus, but she’s gonna be gay af. It’s a toss up between long lost childhood friends to lovers with Ty Lee (or Mai or both of them lmao) or something with more rivals to lovers vibes with Katara OR even something unexpectedly dangerous with Toph, damn that’s bound to be chaotic OR actual rivals to lovers with Suki because Azula the mercenary has had run ins with the Kyoshi warrior OR heck Yue lives in this one because gdi I say so. cue “When the Sun Loves the Moon”)

#i am too lazy to fix the atriocious formatting of tumblr mobile #maybe some other day #Azula #redemption arc before a redemption arc #Ikem #Ursa #Kiyi #Katara #Ty Lee #Mai #Suki #Yue #Toph #Sokka #Aang #Zuko #ATLA

[derangedthots]

made a new twitter acc specifically for jacemond, finished setting up everything, posted one tweet, and then deactivated two mins later bc my brain started panicking on me

#my anxiety got set off and i just couldn't #engaging with fandom on twitter is a different kind of terrifiying #maybe some other day #it got overwhelming real fast🥲

[totentnz]

thought about playing inquisition, looked a mods, realised i have to use frosty, abandoned the idea of playing inquisition

#sammy says shit #listen im sure frosty is great #but i remember the last time i tried to do it and i wanted to rip my eyes out #and im not playing unmodded im sorry #maybe some other day

[starpros-sunshine]

No Wataru fs2 for me :(

#spent my last savings just now and got nothing sobsob #maybe some other day #I am not continuing to farm I hate farming like the plague #not doing that unless i have to

[justhereforeskel]

I return briefly to throw whatever this nonsense is at you 💜🐺

#geralt #outfits #i don't know #i'm overtired and in a weird mood so you get whatever this is #there was a matching Eskel but I can't get his face to work #maybe some other day #tw3 fanart #my art

[whywalkwhenyoucanride]

i’ve spent two hours to get battlespire to work so me and @olibavee can play but alas......................................

#maybe some other day

[bettyweir]

my brain is 90% how the my babysitters a vampire universe would look like if they were ponies. so.

Ethan would be an earth pony 100%, being the ‘normal guy’ contrasted with a bunch of supernatural friends + visions are very earthly magic 2 me. Benny would be an unicorn, hes a magic user what else can I say

Of course Sarah, Rory and Erica would all be bat ponies but I like to think what they were originally. I think Rory and Erica pre-vamp were just pegasuses but Sarah would have been an earth pony.

V.P. Stern would be a unicorn, but Jesse would be an alicorn. Not a true alicorn but he would have horns and wings from being a unicorn pre-vampirism.

#i also have cutie mark headcanons #maybe some other day #maybe once i finish drawing all of them as ponies digitally >> #anakin posts

[ruumiinlaulaja]

I just finished the tour of Anne Frank House. It wasn’t quite what I expected; the rooms were no longer furnished (due to Anne’s father’s wish, which is understandable), but some bits were original.

I’m still thinking about the rooms Anne and her family were hiding in. Idk, I guess I couldn’t concentrate on the ”feeling” of those haunting places; these sort of audio tours are bad for me because I have audio processing issues, and while I try to focus on listening, I can’t focus on anything else (or vice versa). Although, these was no audio description in the secret rooms where they lived, but because it was very crowded it was still hard to concentrate. The spaces were obviously small. I couldn’t really get the sense that this is where Anne and here family hid and lived. I guess she could hardly believe it too.

Anne’s original diaries were also on display. She had quite a pretty handwriting.

But yes, Anne Frank’s story is tragic and interesting and touches many people around the world. It’s a privilege to have visited the house where the well-known story of Anne Frank began. (Even if the experience was ruined a little by other people and my dumb brain.)

#ruumiipersonal #i kind of want to go through the house again #but this time without any devices #maybe some other day #i did stand there thinking #’so this is where they lived. the space is so small.’