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Wohoo letsgoo new part! I really hope it'll gat AT LEAST half of that attention that first part got or i'll explodeđŹ
Alastor explores his new look and his abilitues and doesn't seem surprised by the fact that he has some... and it seems like he already used to it?
anyway have two jokes that appeared in my head while i was drawing (i think i forgot one...)
Next part soon?
*Dumps memes and leaps cackling out the window*
Bonus: have a floofy Vader:
He protec
he attac
but most importantlyâŚ
he wants his children bac
thanks @im-literally-just-sitting-here for the idea
The World Of Becca Blake
Art by Dan Schkade
International Asexuality Day!!
My favorite and least favorite version of Shadow the Hedgehog is the one from Sonic Boom. In Boom he's a terrible representation of Shadow as a whole character and what he initially represented. But he's a fun character to experiment with because, I can make Shadow's initial backstory 10 times worse.
Like imagine instead of the Space Colony Ark being nice at first and then rated by G.U.N., but now it was always supposed to be a government weapons facility. Maria's still in the picture cuz he needs her but she is the only redeeming aspect about his life.
And one day they deem him too dangerous too much effort to control (maybe he hurt Maria). So they put him in cryostasis. And he's woken up by Dr Eggman, Eggman not knowing how to control or work with Shadow, he just runs off and now he just lives in a cave trying to forget the horrific of Space Colony Ark.
He's angry at living beings for treating him nothing more than an object to experiment on. He's lived through the worst and still has yet to experience the good it has to offer besides those short moments with Maria.
is somebody gonna match my freak? (basically talking about star wars girlies 24/7)
I'm planning out a Drifting Stars fic rn, so here's a snippet of the first chapter because I need to post something about this fic. This is a first draft so it may change but I'm pretty happy with it for now
Stanley watched, anger melting to fear as his twin brother began to float backwards, as if being pulled by some invisible hand towards the glowing machine
âWoah, woah, hey whatâs going on? Stanford!â
He watched as his brothers face contorted into an expression of fear he had never seen on his face before. All those years, and Stanley had never seen his bother look so afraid. Not like this. Not even as a kid hiding himself from the other kids their age, as a teenager watching him out the window of a house no longer a home, not even just a few minutes prior, so overcome with paranoia that he would think Stanley would ever want to hurt him. No, Ford had never looked so scared in his life, and Stanley had never known a fear like this himself
âStanley! Stanley, help me!â
âHelp me!!â
His brother, his twin brother, was floating away too fast and too slow all at once. His brother, who had grown up with him, who had abandoned him, who had came to him for help when he didnât know who else to trust, was floating backwards into an oblivion of light, and Stanley felt powerless to do anything
âOh no, what do I do?â
âWhat do we do?â
âStanley! Stanley!â
Ford was thrashing in the air, desperately trying to push himself forward, but to no avail. He kept drifting backwards, and now he was beginning to submerge into the portal, the light around him rippling like he was being lowered into a pool
âDo something!â
âWe gotta do something!â
Stan looked around for something, anything that he could use. A rope, a pole, something for Ford to hold onto, to keep him out of whatever hell was on the other side of the portal, but there was nothing he could use. And his brother continued to drift backwards, slowly being consumed by swirling blue light
âStanley!â
âGrunkle Stan!â
Stan looked at his great-niece, his sweet great-niece who wore hand-made sweaters, and knitted him âOur Heroâ banners, who named a pig Waddles and was so excited to start highschool, and he saw the same fear in her eyes as his brother all those years ago
He was held back by more than his own uselessness this time, gravity crushing him into the pipe behind him, keeping him in place, keeping him from running forward, from shutting down the damn portal, keeping him from saving another piece of his world pulled into the unknown back by the same cruel hand that had held his brother
âGrunkle Stan, how do we stop it? How do we save her?â Dippers voice was so far away yet so clear, and yet Stan couldnât say a word
This wasnât how it was supposed to happen
She was just a kid
It was like 30 years had never passed, and he was still the same piece of shit who couldnât protect his family
She was looking straight at him, and the look on her face would be burnt into his mind for the rest of this life. Begging him to do something, anything, to help her somehow
âMabel, grab something! Anything!â
But he couldnât
âI canât!â
Goddamn it, he couldnât do anything
âWe gotta shut it down, we gotta shut it down!!â
Curse this stupid gravity, he had to help her!
âI canât move, dude!â
He couldnât take losing one more person
âHelp me!!â
Not her, please god not her
âMabel!â
No, no, no!!
âDipper!!â
Blinding light. Complete silence.
Then everything came crashing down at once. And Mabel was gone
"your ship will never be canon" you silly silly boi
I don't want my ship to be canon
I don't care what happens in canon
To me canon is just another fanfic that I really like
I'm here for the fanfics, the fanarts, the memes, the people and the vibe
My fav ship being canon is the last of my concern
very quick very messy sketch of an idea for penumbra shadow aka my dream sonic x shadow generations outcome. you go you funky alien boy you