#in case it isnt clear:

[zarvasace]

Me to myself: this is just a doodle to get your angst out, don't spend very long on it

Myself: but sunflower background and shading :) but only the fun shading parts

[tsunosagun]

smoke and mirrors

[wizard-finix]

LU Star Wars AU: Part 5

LAST BUT NOT LEAST ITS TIME AND SKY LETS GO

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Time

Time is a direct survivor of Order 66. He was a child living in one of the more remote temples when everything happened, and was able to escape alive by fleeing into the dense forests of the planet.

Time spent many years after that traveling on his own and not getting close to anyone out of fear of being found out, or worse, left behind. He holds a certain bitterness towards everything that's happened, and when he was a teenager, he was involved in a major incident on the planet Termina. Time finally decided to bury his saber on a remote planet after that, unwilling to take on the responsibility that comes with it.

Time actually ended up meeting Sheik and donning Mandalorian armor some time after that in his teenage years. He doesnt always gel with Mandalorian warrior ideaology, but he doesn’t truly fit the Jedi way of his childhood anymore either, after all the war and death he’s seen. He's determined to be strong enough to protect those he cares about, like Malon.

Time doesn't entirely get along with the Chain at first. (Especially Warriors and Twilight; Warriors reminds him of his old Jedi master, who wore a red scarf, and Twilight's saber looks suspiciously familiar.) The boys eventually grew on him anyway, and he counts them among the people he cares about.

Sky

Sky comes from a gaseous planet in the Outer Rim with settlements that float in the clouds, constructed far above its surface.

Sky's planet is a bit of a cosmic mystery, since it should be impossible for islands of solid rock to float; some theorize that it was constructed instead of naturally occurring, or that there is a unique combination of magnetic fields and orbits that make it possible, but no one knows for certain. Loftwings are part of the planet's ecosystem of impossible floating islands, and are an important part of the culture there.

Being so remote, the Empire didn't show much interest in Sky's home planet until Ghirahim showed up. The Empire hasn’t taken over his home yet, and he is determined to keep it that way, along with the rest of the Knights of Skyloft (including Sun). Ghirahim's interest in the planet involved rumors that there was an old Jedi temple hidden on its surface, and the secrets that were hidden within it.

Those rumors turned out to be true; there was an ancient abandoned temple on one of the floating islands, and Sky and Sun ended up discovering it before Ghirahim did. Sky also found a protocol droid named F1, and with Fi's help he and Sun managed to forge their own sabers with the only remaining kyber crystals there.

Sky's connection to the Force manifests mostly as visions, and he occasionally experiences strange, cryptic dreams as a result.

Linked Universe AU belongs to @ linkeduniverse!

[poopystain]

short animation intended as a fun little remake of one i made a whole 5 years ago

old underneath cut

[vellichorsdesire]

messily drawn ragapom i am so sorry for the inconsistencies…

extra:

[squiretilde]

My Scott (Scout) Pilgrim Brainrot is back in full fucking force.

INTRODUCING: THEM!

(Descriptions under the Cut!)

[punkxcalibur]

beloved regicide-commiter

[fayzart136]

This is not for you.

[quaintpanic]

[sixteenth-days]

Maybe a Watcher Scar? His Secret Life finale had very similar vibes to Grians Evo finale

Scar assumes that hitting the button, here at the end of everything, will send him home.

It just feels like it makes sense, right? That's how it should go. He's completed his task, so he gets his reward. And with nobody left to kill or fool or betray, what other reward could the secret-keeper possibly offer him? He's Dorothy with the slippers, Alice waking up on the riverbank. He played by the rules, and he won!

The secret-keeper is impassive, as stone as always, as he approaches. That's kind of a weird thought- why wouldn't it be? But there's something uneasy, here, with no sound in the world but his footsteps and no heartbeat in the world but his. It creeps him out, puts him on edge. He wants, abruptly, to not be here anymore, thanks very much.

Well.

"There's no place like home!" he says to himself, to the secret-keeper, and to the world.

He hits the button.

The world folds out of existence around him, everything goes black, and he's falling. It happens instantly, or at least instantly enough that he doesn't have a chance to scream before his teeth snap shut with the momentum of the drop.

He can't see anything. Not himself, not anything around him. It's all black, or something deeper than black, and cold, even with the heavy fabric of his shawl around his shoulders.

And then he hits something, and it all stops.

His fingers scrabble at the- ground? The ground beneath him, he decides. There's what's probably dirt, what must be grass. His cheek is pressed against the ground, reassuringly solid, and he lies still for a moment, catching his breath, orienting himself.

He thinks he can feel the sun on the back of his head.

...He still can't see anything.

It's, at first, almost more baffling than alarming. He reaches up to feel at his face, cautious, and finds his eyes open. He can't find any blood, any damage, at least not with this rudimentary investigation. Everything seems fine, aside from the fact that he can't see.

Well. That's not ideal.

Something is... itching at him. He can't place it, or articulate it. There's just a strange, directionless aching, like a limb that's been cramped in one position and needs to be stretched, lurking somewhere in the back of his skull.

He starts to unsteadily shove himself into a sitting position- he doesn't trust himself to stand, not in this darkness, but he doesn't think he needs to spend any longer with his face in the dirt. He still doesn't know where he is. He could still be in front of the secret-keeper. He could also be absolutely anywhere else.

He moves his head, experimentally, half-consciously trying to work out the ache in the back of his skull like it's a crick in his neck, and all at once the world explodes into color.

It's so bright and so sudden that he flinches, almost slams the eye that's just opened shut again on instinct. And it is just one eye- he's sure of that, somehow.

For some reason, though, there's no impulse to squint- only to stare. Everything is so colorful. He can see blue skies, green hills, a jagged rock formation rising into the sky- he's back on Hermitcraft, he realizes after a moment, and the relief at the realization is almost overwhelming. He is, undeniably, outside the front gate of Scarland. He's looking at...

No, wait. Something's not right. What is he looking at?

His field of vision is too high off the ground. He thinks it and then he's sure of it. He can still feel the dirt beneath his palms. He isn't standing. The view of Grian's base he has isn't right. He's sure it's not.

He looks down, and sees himself. Kneeling on the ground, staring blankly off into the middle distance, wind-ruffled and lost-looking. Him-on-the-ground is not looking at Grian's base. He doesn't look like he's looking at anything.

"Oh," Scar says aloud, giggles, presses his hand to his mouth, watches himself do that. "Oh, this is really bad."

[bludgeoningbutch]

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Angel of Death.

In the medical field. Some people with a pathological interest in the power of life and death can be attracted to medical or related professions.

Killers who occupy the role of a professional carer are sometimes referred to as "angels of death" or "angels of mercy".

Really proud of this one :)

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And a bonus version with all the layers on, because of course I didn't do this on a new canvas:

[simplydnp]

what's your opinion on fanfics about dnp? (more in a way of do you think that it's crossing boundaries and/or being parasocial)

i'm of the same mind of dnp in that phanfic is fucking incredible. it's an important and valid way to express yourself, as well as a building block of our community. i don't think it's crossing boundaries, as it's fiction. i don't see it as parasocial either--you're writing for you and others like you. most people don't want dnp reading their fics, it's not for them in a sense, it's for us.

i think dnp are extremely aware of fanfic and its value and place in community. they've always encouraged it, appreciated the support, and given us space about it. they're not ones to make videos about it and mock fans for it (which happened to some of our lovely fic writers here writing for other yt fandoms, and i'm so sorry about it). dnp are fandom culture people. they've written fic themselves! and published it in their book!

the word parasocial has been twisted lately to imply any fan support is unnatural and should be shamed, which is complete fucking bullshit. making art is always important and valued. and it is necessary for your existence as a human, but also for the thing you're a fan of to thrive.

the parasocial side comes in once you start believing you know this person. and that you're their real friend. when in reality, they do not know you specifically, and you are not their friend, you are an audience member.

so a parasocial relationship only occurs when people start crossing boundaries (digging for not publicly available information, contacting people in their personal life, showing up to their house, etc). which, is absolutely nowhere close to real fan behaviour.

tl;dr: phanfic is great, i love you fic writers, parasociality is a problem but not one that we have

[lokh]

the idea of some white guy assuming my favorite food is rice is such harmless but ridiculous nonsense. and is water my favorite drink for having it all the time too

[probablybadrpgideas]

Character named Rocks. Whenever they die, they entire party does as well.

[dwellsinthebog]

he better not be throwing that old man around