Goldfrog - Goldie

You are the paladin of a kind god. The god's followers have become corrupt, taking over the government and using their religious doctrine as tools to condemn others. Your god is angry and you are here to bring hell.

He is him!

Shocked that ashswag actually uploaded twice within two weeks. There is hope 👏👏

Go my scarabs

Guess who made opera designs again bc I'm a one trick pony when it comes to fanart /lhj

I'm actually quite proud of these bc I feel like my design skills have improved; these are a lot more detailed compared to my swk/macaque opera designs

Anygays yea I still haven't recovered from nezha 2 and probably won't

And ao bing design notes

Was too lazy to make a design notes sheet for nezha but basically

Warned to combine the strength/power of bigzha with the elegance of the 79 nezha -> ended up with li yunxiang?????

Lots of lotus and fire imagery cause like. Gestures at him.

Dialogue from the 79 animation (slightly altered) w opera designs (made before I finalized either of them)

"Who was it that fought the sea yaksha?"

"It was this young master, chengtang guan li jing's son, ne zha!"

beautiful stunning amazing yes

once more, with feeling

876 words

it's not exactly the same every time. it's altered by what they went through, and why they’re asking, and how it all ended. but it's always close enough that it may as well be the same. 

100% inspired by this incredible post by @thirdtimed! it had me by a chokehold i had to do something about it

it's not exactly the same every time. it's altered by what they went through, and why they’re asking, and how it all ended. but it's always close enough that it may as well be the same. 

the first time, it was unprecedented. 

blood on his hands, tears in his eyes, we expected it to be over—a failed experiment, one that only he would ever remember to save the others the pain. too much grief wracked his body for him to even choke out the words for a long while, but we waited. it isn't an unusual thing for us to do, to wait.

smearing sand on his sunburned face, he wiped away his tears and said,

"give me another chance."

the second time, we were curious.

shaken and silent, he stared into our face for a long while, as if trying to decipher what in void we were. the crown of crystals were still and a kind of grey that isn’t truly grey, but every colour at once, and his breathing was shallow. the bloodlust drained from his eyes, leaving them as grey as the crown.

we asked, because he would not have thought to answer otherwise. he flinched, and hesitated. 

"i.. can i see them again?"

the third time, it was almost expected.

still smoking from the explosion, she sunk to her knees, sobbing and clutching herself as if she feared literally falling apart. it took a long while for her screams of grief subsided, and longer still for the weeping to fade into sniffing and hiccups. she hadn't looked at us once, as if she didn't know we were there, but we did not wish to interrupt—she was entitled to her unraveling in private.

wiping her eyes, she didn’t bother to compose herself much more. she lifted her face, littered with gashes and scars, and with agony in her voice-

"i want my friends."

the fourth time.. well, it was a little surprising.

a victor had not yet arrived so high on adrenaline and confidence, and the blood that stained even his mouth seemed to be a trophy. the sword had not left his hand, and still dripped with what remained of the last two, the drops vanishing into the abyss below. he was grinning, and this was the most surprising part.

not needing any persuasion or suggestion, he looked us right in the eye—as none had done before, crowing,

"come on, give us another go!"

the fifth time, it wasn't the request that was new.

alone in a field of sunflowers is where we eventually found him, after waiting fruitlessly for his arrival. he startled a little as he realised we were there, but soon calmed at the understanding of what we meant for him. after all, it had been almost a year since he became stranded—and stranded was the word for it. the shawl was still the red and purple of the flowers he had once given to his partner, and we suppose one could say they started this whole chain of events.

setting aside his gardening tools, he smiled almost sadly. perhaps he would miss what had become his prison, despite everything it signified. he sighed,

"i think i’d like a better try at companionship."

the sixth time.. it almost didn’t count.

surprised to have even been considered for a crown, they laughed in delight when the paper version settled on her head, clearly pleased with our creative flair. we were pleased as well—it isn’t often creative flair ends up being a positive part of our abilities.  they looked around, as if deciding whether or not the place was real, and seemingly settled on an answer. we didn’t ask what the answer was. 

adjusting the paper crown, she laughed, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. when we asked, they seemed to be even more surprised.

"i get to choose? well- let's do it again!"

the seventh time, it became amusing. they did know they could choose something else, did they not?

whooping and throwing his arms around in celebration, came the second victor to be genuinely pleased by his victory and subsequent death. he spent a considerable amount of time pretending he was at an awards show, thanking his family, his wife, his best friend and so on. it was refreshing, after all that misery we witnessed at the beginning of the games, to see the tides changing. especially with him; rage used to be his fuel. now it seemed to be love.

grinning up at us, he waited for something. perhaps one of the others had mentioned it, but he did not seem surprised when we asked.

"what do i want? of course i want more!"

the eighth time, we don’t have to even introduce ourselves.

considerably more pleased than he had been the first time, he seems to think that taking his own life was the ultimate show of power against us. of course, we have changed our ways since his game, but he is not to know that. like his predecessor, he too seems amused by the paper crown. 

cracking his knuckles, and stretching his neck, we already know what he’s going to say, but we let him ask it.

"one more time."

I really wanted to know why Oda and Toei changed Ace's old actor and yassified him, so I made an edit with his old design (maintaining its striking physical characteristics), because I really like crack Ace of Alabasta

The original sinners

Prints available from 1/27-2/2 only

Green Faction should submerge the entire cathedral just to be petty about the water. Just a cube of water around the entire building (with a glass dome around the garden to protect the flowers ofc). Idk I thought it would be a funny idea if Yellow just looks over from the castle and sees just a wall of water after what tr!Ros and tr!Aimsey

I'm imagining Joel gets to the winners lounge, and immediately no hesitation runs Scott over with his car (it's payback- but also for fun.)

They all expect Scott to respawn, after all you can't kill other players in the winners lounge; trust me, they've tried. But no, apparently that only counts for PVP kills, and Joel's car is a separate entity. So, Scott's just dead now.

Joel wakes up after the April Fools series, ready to take a nap after whatever the hell that was. Then the door slams open and well I guess Scott's back now, so much for that.

the sudden cut to jimmy has me crying laughing on the floor

Currently rewatching some old Squiddo videos cause they popped up on my YT page.

Now with the context that Squiddo and Ashswag have been dating the entire time I'm realizing how blind I was. Like the MCC video she legit said 'I love you' at full volume multiple times after Ashswag's 1v4 (which was so epic, loved rewatching that!) and I just went- 'Ah yes, platonic friendship' LIKE BRO- NO PAST ME, THAT'S NOT!

Very happy for them and wish them the best :D