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MY GUYS HAD A BABY !!! IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THEIR CANON BABY !!!!

I REALLY LOVE UMID THANKS

Umid

His name means “hope” in Uzbek. 

Doesn’t lose hope when all the adults in Mosinnia (including his mother) fall asleep.

Approaches the scary-looking Targent men for help. 

Says he doesn’t trust grownups but he’s open and friendly to Layton and Co.

(Sure, Umid.)

A ‘brave and caring’ boy.

Loves his mum

Mom friend to everyone in town… including the village elder, Dana. 

Mehri and Temir adore him 

He’s ‘unfamiliar’ with the outside world and he clearly has an accent, but his English speaking skills are amazing? (It would’ve been cool to hear his native language too.) 

He’s the only Egg Hunt exclusive character to get a cutscene with a voiced line! Aside from Old Red

Professor Sycamore reminds him of his father. He reminds Professor Sycamore of his daughter.

“Umy”  

Very knowledgeable about the legends of Mosinnia.

Like puzzles, of course. 

Is he related to Randall Ascot?

Does he ever meet Crow and the other Black Ravens? 

Give this poor boy a break.

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

the squeakquel

Since I got nothing new for you, my fellow 2 fans, have this digitalized fanart I made for my good old friend @chantumati

(Album: Miren para allá! - El Cuarteto de Nos)

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

when life gives yo u lemonade. never kill yourself

finding a fanfic you really like somewhere in the most hidden corner in your native language with your favorite way of writing and your silly little characters and seeing like "oh its only 8 chapters !!! whatever can be made out of this !!" and then seeing they're all so short and you're by 3 and the story hasnt started and going "well they'll introduce the characters soon right? very quickly at it too! i like me a speedy fic" and then noticing its done and you still havent seen your blorbos and going "owh. well they'll update soon right????" and seeing it was made in 2016 by magicalunicorngirl123 and last updated christmas 2017 by just a few words and they have only posted that fic in that fandom and nothing more... it all falls down on you to find another thing to seek your dead fandom's comfort in

getting really excited because i'm getting so many notifications and

its just. my oc lore alt.