#!! just in case

[shepscapades]

oh how the turn tables <3

[blimbo-buddy]

What gets me about the narrative possibility of Harriet being cursed when you encounter her at the door is imagine being Sophie in that situation:

Your mother is back, you lost each other but now she’s back. But something’s off, she doesn’t speak right, her gestures are off, it doesn’t feel like her; because it isn’t her, not anymore at least

She attacks, she wants her child, you can only be held back and cry in fear, horror and grief as you watch the people who have been looking after you be forced to mercilessly beat and kill your mother

You beg them to stop, and it’s not that they won’t, it’s that they can’t, they’re forced to. It’s to keep them all safe, it’s to keep you safe. You cry for them to stop, don’t hurt her mom, she wants to see her mom. She isn’t moving anymore.

[patch-of-roses]

Sam Reich, you twisted motherfucker

[hiyukikagari]

uruha should have come back a woman and totally oblivious to it when someone points it out

[yadchi-i-guess]

fancy seeing you again, digital Circus

Also who tf is that on the far right

[peachypeazz]

2:40 AM fem bkdk doodle

I might render this later if I feel like it but rn I need to sleeppp lmao

[aealzx]

Manic knew he was adopted- duh. His dad was a bug. Far as he knew, Farrell picked him up off the streets– Farrell held the underworld to standards and stealing kids wasn’t allowed. Someone had supposedly shown up with a kid in the market and Farrell had stepped in. He didn’t really know the details and he hadn’t really wanted to ask.  Underground Reunion Tour CH 2

I'm spoiled and Happ told me a few things about when Farrell picked up Manic, which got me thinking back on this mention in the fic, and I fixated and ended up drawing and writing a fan blurb for thoughts about it.

One extra drawing before the blurb, because Happ said he'd take Manic to Margo for help

And now the writing, partially motivated by Sonic and Tails mentioning they want to talk to Farrell in CH3:

“You want to talk to Farrell?” the old badger repeated, staring down at the kid in front of him with his only remaining eye before giving a mirthless harumph laugh. “Best give up on that idea kiddy. No one talks to Farrell. Not on their terms anyway.”

“Then how does he work?” Sonic pressed, not too put off by once again being told to give up on trying to contact the king of thieves. “It’s hard to believe the person who’s known to be ‘the guy who can get you anything’ does so without talking to any of his clients.”

“And yet that’s just what he does,” the badger chuckled again. “You’ve heard how it works. Just submit your request, and if he’s interested then it’ll be fulfilled. If you’re lucky you won’t even see the guy.”

“Sure. This guy that’s starting to seem like someone everyone just made up to mess with people,” Sonic huffed, rolling his eyes despite his smile never fading. “C’mon. Just give me a hint and I’ll leave you alone about it.”

That earned a slight squint from the badger, eyeing Sonic over as he weighed his choices. Eventually he ended up sighing, and leaned over the barrel between them, resting his weight on his elbows. “Look kid. There’s only two ways anyone talks to Farrell. The one you’d prefer is for him to take a real keen interest in the job you have for him. And from where you came from I doubt you have that.”

That part was at least proving to be true. No matter how many requests they sent to the hidden operator they never seemed to get a response. “And the other?” Sonic prodded, figuring he may as well gather what intel he could.

“You make him angry,” the badger huffed easily enough. “But if you manage that you better hope your will is all in order. Ain’t nobody survived having pissed off the king of thieves. There’s a reason no one ever wants to see him out and about anymore.”

“And yet you’ve seen him.”

The badger paused, narrowing his eye once again. This was a smart lad to have caught on to that.

“Care to add a little story to our transaction?” Sonic prodded, pulling out another roll of bills and resting it on the barrel.

The badger eyed the money, weighed his options again, and deemed it worth his while. “Yeah I seen him,” he admitted, lowering his head and voice. “Got right up in front of him. Dang well wish I hadn’t either.”

“...I’m listening,” Sonic encouraged.

“...I’m sure you’ve heard there are certain things that even this market won’t touch, yeah? A kind of living thing?”

Sonic nodded, well aware of the black market’s unexpected policy about children being off limits.

“Well, a good chunk of years ago some moron showed up with one. Tiny little thing in a basket. Not sure what he wanted, but he’d barely started squawking before Farrell was there, taking care of it….”

—---

If there was one sound that set the entire market on edge even more than the bustle of the police, it was the sound of a child crying. No one knew where this newcomer came from, squawking about an untapped market full of riches while he all but ignored the infant crying in his hands. Everyone gave him a wide berth, not wanting to risk being even considered an accomplice when the inevitable happened.

This time it came as spindly fingers wrapping fully around the man’s throat from behind, a small knife pinching under his chin as the king of thieves loomed behind him. Somehow an even more suffocating deathly hush fell over the market. The man’s wheezed gasp drowned out by the baby’s crying.

Yet Farrell’s voice almost echoed in the stillness.

“Return the child to the basket. Gently.”

A small prick of the blade warned the man not to try anything. So he complied. Shakily resting the infant back in the well made basket he had been brought there in.

When the man’s hands rose to show they were empty, Farrell’s gaze flicked up to the badger standing frozen in his run down shop doorway, trying to pretend he didn’t see anything.

“Take the child inside and wait.”

Farrell’s next command wasn’t to be ignored either. The badger scrambled to comply, forcing his hands to be steady as he picked the basket up with the utmost care and backed up into his enclosure.

Not a second after the curtain fell the badger heard something heavy being hefted, the sound of a body colliding against stone, and a scream of pain. The badger all but held his breath, standing rooted at the half broken entrance, listening to the man give all the wrong answers.

“I DUNNO MAN! I DIDN’T PAY ATTENTION- SOMEONE JUST LEFT IT IN THE OPEN-”

Another scream.

The badger couldn’t hear Farrell’s words.

Not that he wanted to hear the conversation.

Especially since it quickly shifted into nothing more than frantic begging and more screams.

The badger wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he’d started bobbing the basket gently some time during this. As though his subconscious convinced him to try to calm the baby as some attempt to buy his own safety. If he was kind to the child then maybe Farrell’s anger wouldn’t carry over to him as well.

He didn’t notice Farrell approaching; the huge scarab suddenly standing in front of him with an unreadable expression.

“Hand them here.”

Another command that the badger was inclined to obey. Only hesitating when he noticed the spatter of red over the one ordering him.

“....Sir, you have a spot of blood…”

The badger wasn’t sure how he managed to speak at all, let alone with any manner of steadiness. But after glancing down Farrell merely sliced the dirtied part of his scarf off and tucked it away.

There was nothing stopping the badger from holding the basket with the nested child out to Farrell now. Barely keeping from sagging to his knees when the minimal weight left his arms.

As Farrell left the badger watched him lift the baby in one hand, raising him up against his chest, hidden behind his collar. Somehow the baby’s cries calmed, leaving the market in a stressed silence as Farrell vanished as easily as he’d appeared.

—---

“....Never seen the guy since. And I count myself lucky for that,” the badger concluded, plucking the roll of bills off the barrel and tucking it away.

“And the kid?” Sonic prodded.

“Dunno. Not my business. As far as I’m concerned Farrell took care of them, and that’s all that matters,” the badger deflected with a shrug, nudging the bag of trade goods over to his client. “Now scram. You’ve already overstayed your welcome as it is, little scrap.”

[cassandrabooks]

I’m usually pretty inactive in my DMs, so if I don’t reply after a few days, please don’t take it personally. I mostly use Tumblr just to post, and I’m trying to focus more on real life. Plus, I have a really low social battery.

[stygeanbluebasilsprout]

Who wants to see the sketch of my entry for the parabolan elegance neathy fashion zine before i do the lineart and cover all the details and pretty colors

[azurecanary]

After almost 12 years, it’s my sweet dog’s final night tonight, and i have no way to cope other than laying next to her singing hymns and trying my very best to keep myself together

[uppy-lun4]

While this situation sucks ass, but there is a mod to keep his skin tone consistent so there are ppl doing things about this

I have one that works for gio, ram and nagoriyuki but on gamebanana I'm finding only ones that the skin tone consistent for all of the cast up to johnny/testament

A tenth of my melanin looking ass

Follow me for more bangers

(Please give him his skin back PPEASE)

[candyje11yfish]

nacho ahhahaha (i hope this looks cool)

[clowns0up-felix]

Sighs and twirls hair …. Jayvik……………. This isn’t fun I am rotting !!!!!

I don’t know man I don’t know I man okay I don’t k now I

I HAVE to stop I am giving myself 1 more arcane post after this and then I have to get back to loz somehow

[moonbugggy]

Hope is a powerful thing

[gnarly-websurfer]

Ok. So. Playing Chapter 3. No spoilers. But. That feeling I described in the first paragraph? EXTREMELY intentional. It is very clear to me now that those are the exact feelings that toby is trying to play with. God I'm excited

There was a time in which I couldn't fully understand what Deltarune was going for, the idea that the Dark World could simultaneously be an allegory for escapism and also very real things within the fiction of Deltaruen confounded me. The idea that by opening a Dark World history was created in an instant rather than it simply opening a portal to place that had already been there was made me uncomfortable because in my mind it would render all the narratives told in them inherently less "real"

Then I read Homestuck, and to be completely and totally honest going back to the game after having read it actually feels so enlightening. Oh this fantastical world of magical creatures that seem strangely aware of the game structure around them appeared spontaneously when x event happened and yet still manages to contain it's own detailed history that informs the present moment? I understand perfectly. When does Kris find their quest bed?