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tri-shield · 5 months
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I'm trying, I'm grinding.
I don't know how much sonic stuff I'll draw but it's easy and I really want to draw again. I love art. So here I go. The background is a bit empty but it's better than nothing I guess.
Program used : Clip Studio EX
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tri-chiy · 1 year
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Silver and Blaze hanging out
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Here they be.
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fernsnailz · 2 days
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some sketches/doodles of my dnd character, Gorb :] my stupid lizard boy with a -1 intelligence modifier
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bluerosefox · 4 months
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A Sibling Sacrifice
The JL were having a normal, for them at least, meeting when suddenly a portal rips opens and spits out a young teen with snow white hair and glowing green eyes and he's carrying a bundle as he's stumbles out and lands on his knees in the meeting room.
The two main odd things about this kid was floating above the kid's head was a crown made of stars, ice, and the colors shifting like a aurora borealis and the bundle in his arms was strangely made of stars somehow, almost like a blanket of galaxies plucked out of the cosmos.
Before anyone of them could say or do anything, the kid turns around and screams towards the portal as he scrambles for it.
"JAZZ NO DON'T DO THIS! I CAN STILL FIGHT THEM! NONONONO!" but before he could reach the portal it snaps close.
The kid lands again onto the floor when he doesn't reach it in time, pleading for the damn thing to open again, and the bundle in his arms begins to cry from the jolting and noise.
The baby crying was the only thing that stopped the kid from pleading and instead focused his attention on the bundle in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm so damn sorry Ellie. I should had gotten us out of there sooner, I should had saved you bef- I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything..."
Those were the rushed, raw words the kid said down to the bundle. The kid curled inwards a bit, to both shield the baby, who was calming down somewhat into tiny cry hiccups, and for himself.
Those with advanced hearing could tell the kid was still whispering apologizes under his breath as he held the baby close.
"I'm sorry everyone, I'm so sorry. I tried, I tried so hard to save everyone but in the end... I'm sorry- everyone's gone... I'm sorry."
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[Pssst, read the tags, they clear everything up]
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#crossover#blue rambles#writing ideas#random idea#danny phantom dc#dpxdc#The GIW did something baddddd#basically it ended the DP world#and badly damaged the Infinite Realms in the process#Danny's family and friends and those in Amity Park all tried to stop the GIW#But in the end none were spared#Sam was accidentally killed when she spotted some GIW trying to unlawfully arrest and take a old woman and her ghost husband late one night#Tucker took out the GIW main base during a raid. He made sure to destroy their servers even as some agents were busting down his safe house#He also made sure none of them or himself left that house that night too.#The Fenton parents died during a raid to free their kids and Vlad. Jack died shielding them and Maddie stayed back to give them time#Vlad only held on enough to make sure Danielle and Danny could escape the GIW base alive. Before going out in a bang.#They escaped into the Infinite Realms but the damage done to Dani was too much and she started to destabilize#it was only thanks to both Frostbite and CW that they managed to figure a way to stabilize her. They had to deage her.#and feed her pure ectoplasim as a baby.#The upcoming months get worse with Danny still healing from the torture they put in him and Dani now a baby#Jazz decides they need to attack their main base and destroy their blueprints of ghost portals on their servers.#They needed to cut the GIW access to the Realms. Sadly only Jazz and a small handful of Amity Parkers and ghosts come back.#They thought it was finally over but they get word one of Vlad's portal is still open and the GIW are planning a all scale attack#By destroying the Realms in a single swoop#CW can't let that happen and calls in Jazz and Frostbite for a meeting and kept Danny in the dark. He can only see one good future#Because Danny is Ghost Prince he is connected to the Realms. if he lives and survives so does the Realms no matter how badly it gets hurt#Jazz makes the hard call of getting both Danny and baby Ellie out of the Realms into a new world. No matter what happens to her in the end.
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adobe-outdesign · 4 months
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GameFreak writing SV's plot: so the entire game is a big bootstrap paradox involving alternate timelines that likely contains other larger bootstrap paradoxes, making it a "turtles all the way down" infinite regress situation wherein every question answered just implies the existence of another timeline or bootstrap paradox
GameFreak writing SwSh's plot: haha Rose goes brrrrrrrr
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dailyayao · 3 months
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midnottart · 4 months
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Lorelei and Loki • it's a shame that these two never interacted with each other in the MCU. I like to think that Lorelei's magic does not work on Loki due to his feminine side and seiðr skills.
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timesnewfishcat · 6 months
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pringles can filled with stars
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months
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om gosh just- alister getting into some trouble with some mean people but then, out of no where- a odd looking & powerful Zoroark (Hisuian) comes out to protect them! and they're badass! they got one eye damaged, their body is littered in scars and maybe a arm is missing? they been through some tough stuff but they see Allister as one of their children. and surely, allister has them on their team now? also, what would the other gym leaders think of his new pal?
"How does a kid like him get a gym leader position?"
"It should've been me, I have way better ghost types!"
"And he's always wearing that creepy mask. What's he hiding from us?"
Allister could feel his heart hammering in his chest every minute he was out in public. All he wanted to do was take a quiet walk through the Slumbering Weald and not draw too much attention to himself.
He really didn't want to be seen by anyone right now.
It's already been a bad enough day for him; the last thing he needed were cameras and phones being shoved into his face--he's gotten enough of that during today's interview.
He was asked how he felt about Victor/Gloria defeating him in the championship tournament, and he didn't have a solid answer. He only found himself getting upset over the whole thing again.
Even though Leon always told him to take his defeats in stride..it was still hard.
So he cut the interview short and ran away, making it clear he wanted to be alone without the company of bodyguards.
Why would he need them when he had Pokémon like Gengar? They're the only ones who really understood him. They never gave him weird looks for talking to the dead.
Yet he suddenly began to second-guess his decision, considering he now had no shelter from the comments of passerbys.
They doubted him all because he was the youngest of the gym leaders and wasn't as confident as the rest of them..and it wasn't right. They didn't know him like the others did.
He worked so hard to get to where he is now....not to be heckled and ridiculed for just being a kid.
Luckily, the Slumbering Weald was rather quiet at this hour-
"Use Thief!"
A flash of black and orange suddenly dashed in front of Allister, causing him to help as he stumbled forwards and collapsed to his knees, scraping them hard into the stone. The shock of the surprise attack led to his mask falling off and clattering to the ground.
Before he could reach for it, a Thievul snatched it up in its jaws, darting back to someone who was whistling for it.
He looked up, a hand over his face as he stared at the duo who attacked him: a teenaged trainer boring a smug grin, and their dark type by their side, holding his mask hostage.
And they weren't alone, as another trainer showed up with their Obstagoon, who took the mask from Thievul and wore it on its own face as mockery, laughing.
"You better give that back!" He cried out, horrified and angry. "Y-You two don't know..who you're messing with.."
"I think we already know." The Thievul's trainer sneered cruelly. "You're just a weak little kid. Did you know that you're the most unpopular gym leader in this week's poll?" They waved around their rotomphone
"..I-I don't care about popularity.."
"Pssh. That's a bloody lie if I've ever heard one." Obstagoon's trainer huffed. "Ya really showed your fans how selfish you actually are. Ya wouldn't stick around for autographs and just ran off...how do ya think Leon and the rest of 'em will feel when they hear about that?"
"Stop it..please." Allister begged, his hand grasping Gengar's dusk ball in preparation.
"I doubt they'd want someone like you representin' the-"
"VUL!!"
Out of nowhere, a blast of dark purplish energy careened into Theivul, causing it to slam into the nearest tree and flop to the ground like a ragdoll. Its trainer looked bewildered, confused as to where that shot came from.
Then a blur of white appeared and snatched the mask straight out of Obstagoon's hands, much to its shock as it looked all around...unable to see who it was.
But soon they all heard a spine-chilling howl, spinning their heads to find out that the source was you.
A white Zoroark standing in the fog.
Yet while you certainly looked like one, your hair was drastically different compared to the usual tied-back look of normal Zoroarks. Instead, it appeared as long shaggy wisps with red streaks waving all over the place and covering one of your eyes.
Not only that, but your whole body looked as though it's been through the toughest of battles: scars littered your torso, some patches of fur were entirely missing, and--to Allister's shock and sadness--you only had one arm. The other was nothing more than a stump.
Even so, you weren't backing down as you stalked towards him, the bullies, and their Pokémon, teeth gnashed in anticipation.
Thievul and Obstagoon both took up protective stances, ready to attack on their trainers' commands.
Except..
No commands were uttered for a few long moments, and they looked back to see the sheer horror plastered on each of the humans' faces.
"I-It's...a...a....IT'S A ZOMBIE!!!" Thievul's trainer shrieked, forcing their fox partner back into its ball. "So the rumors are true..y-you really CAN summon the dead!!"
"...huh..?" Allister blinked in immense confusion.
He didn't summon you..
"W-We were just kiddin'. You're great!! You're worthy of wearin' that ghost badge!!" The other stammered, recalling Obstagoon. "We won't bother ya..e-ever again...just...."
They took one look at you, and as you growled lowly, the two trainers screamed and ran away.
"WAAAAAAHHH!!!!"
"DON'T EAT OUR BRAINS!!!"
After their voices faded and Allister watched them disappear for good, he looked back up at you in wonder. No longer was he covering his face, so you could see his eyes practically sparkling.
"They were wrong." He whispered. "You're no zombie. You're...the Hisuian Zoroark I've read about."
Of course you were. He's heard about this variant from what he believed were just myths of the Hisui region that existed long before Sinnoh. From what he knew about them, and judging by your current appearance...the agony you suffered in life was also reflected in your death.
Had he not been a ghost trainer with such a unique connection to the type, he would've thought you were a zombie, too.
As your gaze pierced through his soul, he remained on the ground, feeling as though he got hit by a frozen status effect. He didn't dare to move, knowing that a Hisuian Zoroark's anger was not to be trifled with.
Perhaps you saw him as just another human to take your rage out on.
For you likely held the same grudge as all the others of your kind...
One that was bitter, eternal, and cold as the frost that took your life after you've spent all your energy and hatred in battle; your scars and lost arm were simply the products of you flinging yourself into vicious fights with humans and Pokémon alike--no self-preservation instincts to be found.
Allister had no clue what you were thinking, but as you suddenly crouched down in front of him, he flinched back, arms shielding his face in fear of what you might do.
"Zo...."
"..wh-what..?" Uncovering his face, he was stunned to see something familiar in your grasp being handed over to him:
His own mask.
Of course. He forgot you swiped it from that mean Obstagoon earlier.
Yet he didn't take it back right away, instead looking up at you and seeing nothing but warmth in your eyes. He noticed the one covered by your hair was blind, given the milky look and the deep scar that went through it.
Despite seeing how you've suffered countless hardships, likely endured an agonizing death, and came back out of pure spite and hatred for humans...
You reached deep into your cold, dead heart and rediscovered strength and kindness--both of which you used to protect this young ghost trainer when he needed it most.
You knew he wasn't like those who exiled you.
No.
He was a friend.
He reminded you of all your children back at home: the Zoruas who followed you in life, death, and the after..fearful of what they've become, but feeling safe when you were around.
You couldn't reach them anymore, yet you wanted to protect someone. Anyone.
And you found Allister.
A small sniffle and whimper snapped you out of your thoughts, noticing the tears rolling down the young boy's face. You frowned a little, looking down at the mask.
Was this not his?
"D-Don't worry, I'm....so happy, Z-Zoroark..thank you.." He whispered shakily, smiling as he took it back, putting it on to hide the rest of his tears. "I..d-don't know how you got here, but you saved me. You put those bullies in their place. Nobody takes me seriously as a ghost type gym leader..much less a trainer..but you do, don't you?"
"Ark-ark.." Nodding, your gaze went to the dusk ball clipped to his belt, and you tapped on it with a rugged claw.
At first, he flinched at the sudden motion, before realizing you just wanted to see the pokeball. "Oh, this? I-It's a dusk ball..a version of a pokeball that helps me catch Pokémon at night. Or in caves.." He showed it to you, allowing you to sniff it curiously-
Only to accidentally boop your nose against the button, causing it to open and capture you.
At first Allister panicked, dropping the dusk ball to the ground as he watched it shake several times, scared out of his mind.
A million thoughts were running through his head right now:
Was it going to break?
Were you going to be angry?
Did you want to be captured?
What if-
*click*
'Huh...?' Bewildered, he looked down to see that the accidental catch was successful. And he picked up the dusk ball, opening it and letting you back out, expecting you to be enraged.
Yet..you seemed content.
You looked surprised, sure, but you soon smiled upon seeing him and nodded your head.
Indeed, you wished to become his partner Pokémon.
"O-Okay..I guess you're coming with me from now on." Allister quietly laughed, brimming with joy on the inside. "But first you should meet Gengar. I think..you two will get along well."
"Zor...ark, ark!"
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rex101111 · 8 months
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Swinburn: “HEY! C’mon just wait a second! Look, I know I’m a worthless low life who openly speaks about re-educating those I deem lesser, and that I take perverse pleasure in killing people who are just fighting for their home planet not to be callously exploited by the company I work for, but surely I can buy my life if I grease your hands with a bit more blood money, right?” C4-621, not listening because they were too busy wearing his shield down:
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sbd-laytall · 6 months
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Don't mind me, I just have a lot of thoughts about Helena Sandsmark and motherhood.
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Young Justice (1998) #16
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Young Justice (1998) #18
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Young Justice (1998) #19
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tri-shield · 6 months
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just something quick to maybe get me back into art. Here's hoping!
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tapakah0 · 21 days
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With recent events I have a feeling like it deeply goes for the "for Tapa", because depending on how it will go I will annihilate my music folder
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smallblueandloud · 3 months
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honestly one of my biggest disappointments with the black widow movie was how they tried to make kiddo!natasha into this, like, ~quirky~ blue-haired kid with a fairly normal childhood before they had to go back to the red room. when like. aren't you guys interested in a natasha who has never once known a normal life and yet can parody it perfectly? don't you remember the horrified delight of seeing the red room girls learning american english from copying snow white? why are you so insistent on giving natasha "real parents" and an attachment to yelena based on a childhood in OHIO when you can instead talk about natasha living in ohio as just as much of an undercover agent as her "parents". don't you see that the best horror of natasha pointing a gun at her handlers is not that she's holding a gun but that she knows how to use it???
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taffingspy · 8 days
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sometimes i go to arch glacor just to hear azzanadra speak
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cotgar2 · 6 months
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As an apology for being late with halloween drawings, have 2! Happy (late) spooky day!! :D🎃🎃
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