#nice story

[amypihcs]

Hello my friends! Today's Wake Watson Up day! Our dear doctor might be a bit grumpy!

Well, i'd be grumpy too if my partner woke me up at ass o'clock in a freezing morning. Holmes, i hope you kissed him good morning at the very least.

Poor Watson, cold, knocked out of bed early, no breakfast, even! Holmes, treat your darling a bit better, please!

Oh, apparently the note is from Hopkins calling them for a case! Here's why Holmes is happy and excited

AND STILL SHOULD STOP INSULTING WATSON'S WRITING. Good man Watson replying that way. Oh well, during the beeretirement WATSON will have occasion to criticize HOLMES' writing instead uwu. But back to their case, it's not a moment for bickering, now.

murder.

Uuuh! And an IMPORTANT one! And now that he warmed up with deducing the way Watson shaved with his eyes closed and being an ass to our good doctor, Holmes starts the deductions. Watson would just like to catch some sleep in the train. Can't fault him, toh.

Oh here's Hopkins! Nuu, no more care? You deny Holmes cases? No more case for Holmes? Oh! OH! Ja- No wait. Let's see anyway.

Watson...

this is right on the bistinguished path. Also ouchie, poor girl.

Abused i see. Holmes sees too but lets the topic drop. Not the time, but his spidey senses are tingling.

Holmes, muttering: don't you say Watson is stomping on his foot.

Poor girl again. She's so right. Also thanks acd for having denounced the way it was impossible or very difficult at the time for women to obtain a divorce in England.

Well, yeah, accounts of the mess follows and then a quick question to Theresa, the maid

WHOOOO has balls of steel. And tells our boys to be off. Well, to the dining room.

Poor Holmes. He wanted a nice CASE.

OOOH but he's interested! Well, for starters there's Pavarotti (thank @mostvaliantandmostpround for this) a body on the floor

Ouchie. Well, we can agree he's dead-dead.

And much better like this. An abuser. Great. Holmes' senses were right to tingle.

And Holmes isn't swallowing the burglars explanation.

weeeeird. Did they know someone?

MORE weird. Took few things. And seems UNLIKELY. And ooh? Three glasses? HALLOA!

He's INTERESTED. Very interested. Watson stop staring at him in that way, please, those are the original heart eyes™.

And a little deduction to raise the morning's morale, just to say!

But he's still Sad about the lack of interesting case for now... Poor Holmes, well, Hopkins is a nice man and knows how to do his job! Why shouldn't Holmes give him credit?

And now sorry... Watson has something to do

Like a detective to convince it's time for lunch (sent the letter around midday). He'll tell the rest of the story in another letter.

[dimalink]

Secret of the autumn – falling leaves and a star

Pixel art for today based on videogames Secret of the Stars for game console Super Nintendo. According to more simple graphics, game is from early period of console cycle. So, it is more colorful then a medium role playing game for Nes. But not so colorful as more late games for Super Nintendo.

But it does not make a game worse. It is something  8-16 bit direction. So, it is even more interesting this way. And what a name. What is it a secret of stars! So, it is so nice to go by field in adventure. To get to know about all of these!

And this is my drawing based on this theme. It is slowly, but with no turn back - it is starting autumn. Leaves are at the ground, they are yellow, orange, red. It is growing cabbage. And refreshing wind is blowing. But it is still warm. And everything is in green here. Beautiful place! And it is no reason to leave this place.

But, one day from the sky, a star to fall. It was a very bright. And it moves fast across the sky with a big speed. And you are get wonder! And you decide to go to the adventure and get the secret of the fallen star.

With you, will go a little dog. And he knows a some road to that place. In a forest. And you take with yourself a bag. And a wooden stuff for any case. You give a promise, you go back to the dinner time or until the evening, in a most critical case.

So, this is a start of your adventure! As a phrase from Final Fantasy 10 – this is your journey!

Enemies will be some slimes, a different colors. And somekind of big insects and bugs. And something a little secret in the end it will to be!

Maybe, in the end, it will be UFO sausage. And you with your little dog are there. Or, at the space station teleport some, and in space to make a final. And, maybe, without all of these. And you find there  some alien beautiful flower and bring it to your place. And it is a little secret! And maybe something else!

Dima Link is making retro videogames, apps, a little of music, write stories, and some retro more.

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[jolikmc-thoughts]

The Great Wolf Pack: A Call To Adventure Trailer By Great Wolf Pack on YouTube

I just got done watching a little movie by the name of The Great Wolf Pack: A Call To Adventure.  It's probably pretty obviously what drew me in, just from looking at the trailer.  The cute cartoon animals.  Hee hee.

So, a group of kids find each other and go on a grand adventure which leads them to some problem-solving, and they learn a lot about each other and about life, along the way. 

Anyway, it's a movie that's in the style of old, Saturday morning cartoons like Silverwing or Toad Patrol.  The pacing is a little rushed – probably because they had a lot to pack into 48 minutes – but the movie definitely gives me the warm fuzzies.  All of the characters are really good and each has a unique personality and traits, the art is lovely, some of the writing is really clever, and I just generally enjoyed watching this.  I'd love to see it turned into an actual weekly series, but alas… I'm not sure it's ever going to be popular enough for the parent company, Great Wolf Lodge, to fund that sort of thing.

Regardless, I definitely recommend giving it a watch.  I'm very glad that I finally did!

[writing4fun21]

The artist and the writer.

Somewhere in a small library a tall young dragon was sitting in a comfortable chair and casually drawing in a sketchbook. Carefully they were drawing a character from something they had recently read about.

They were a regular at the library and were often asked what it was like to be a dragon by humans. Silently they kept drawing while quietly listening to an audiobook.

A few minutes later, they are tapped on the shoulder they blinked and looked beside them, there is a smaller human with long brown hair and blue eyes. "You like The dragon and the vending machine?" They asked.

"Yeah, it's funny, I enjoyed it a great deal." They answered. "Heh, cool! the drawing is really pretty." Replies the human. Quietly they share their interests and soon they became friends. "What's your name?" Asked the girl. "My name is Vale." Says Vale. "That's a pretty name." Says the girl. "What's your name?" Asked Vale.

"My name is Vivian." "That's a really pretty name." Answers Vale. Soon they both decide to doodle together and soon Vale found out she was talking to the author of the book soon they both would work together on stories and they learned that they were neighbors, so they'd go to each other's houses and lived happily ever after.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[thatboreddrake]

So y’all know the classic edge trope of “my blade cannot be sheathed until it has tasted blood”? What if a magic sword that has that requirement, except it’s sort of inverted. A sword that, instead of being inhabited by an evil spirit which once awakened cannot be lulled back to sleep except by blood sacrifice, was inhabited by a benevolent spirit who would not allow the sword to be drawn unless bloodshed were the only possible solution. A sword whose power could never be misused because it would only allow itself to be used in situations where it was justified. What about a Paladin who spends their entire journey fighting with a sheathed sword, incapacitating but never killing or maiming. The party believes that the Paladin has taken an oath of no killing, until they face the big villain. And it is in that moment, and that moment alone, that the sword will allow itself to be drawn.

Idk, this image set my mindwheels a-turning.

But do y’all see the vision?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[hislittleraincloud]

Wanna hear a funny story? Yes? Okay.

My sister came across your blog and I guess despises you. Then again, she despises everything. She also talks about everything. To me. Long story short, she told me about you and I was kinda sitting there like.... "This isn't even... close to the kinds of things criminals are out here doing... and you're hating on this guy?"

Then anyways disagreement blah blah blah I secretly skimmed your blog and now I have a little internet crush on you. Yay.

Huh. I wonder who this hater is, and what makes her despise me. Certainly isn't a Wenvier or Miller's Girler. Perhaps an FtM (Fuck that Monster💩/Wyler), or angry little Wenclair that I know I've pissed off before (one quite recently by reminding her that Ajax still exists in Season 2...oopsies 🥹).

As for the rest, well. Ciao, bellissima. Sono felice di conoscerla. Sai in cosa ti stai imbarcando?

[counting-stars-gayly]

I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

WHAT DO I DO NOW??

[egophiliac]

was this anyone else's first thought, or

[chloesimaginationthings]

Those were Vanessa's friends too in the FNAF movie

[foldingfittedsheets]

In one misfortunate year I ended up getting into several car accidents. It cemented my general fear and anxiety in cars, because in each case I was either in the car but not driving or driving safely when suddenly something hit me.

One was my ex driving in an unfamiliar city and cutting someone off on accident that resulted in a sideswipe. Another was getting rear ended when I came to a required stop.

The last was when I had a green arrow at an intersection. I turned and was smashed into by someone running a red light, T-boning my little car.

Dazed and in shock I tottered out of the car to behold a crusty older man eating a donut step out of the offending vehicle. A fire truck arrived to block us off from traffic since my car could no longer move under its own power.

��Were you on your way home from work?” The firemen asked me.

I shook my head, struggling to focus on them, “No,” I said vaguely, “I was on my way home from volunteering at the animal shelter.”

In an instant they were closing ranks around me, glaring at the ambivalent donut man who would dare to hit a tiny frail angel who volunteered at the animal shelter. They asked if I needed to get anything out of my car. I did.

“It’s… uh. It’s a little weird though.”

They gestured for me to proceed. I grabbed a bag with snacks and books and filled it with things I couldn’t just leave in my car. Last out I pulled my cutlass.

“Is that a sword?!”

It was. They were instantly like giant puppy dogs, excited and delighted but trying to mind their manners. The bravest said, “Can we…?” I held out the sword. They whooped with delight, unsheathing and marveling at it.

“Why do you have that in your car?”

“I honestly don’t remember, it’s just a fun thing to have at a party now.”

“Is your wrist okay?”

My shock was wearing off and I realized I was cradling my wrist to my chest. “Oh.” I rummaged into my bag and pulled out a wrist brace.

“Wh….why do you already have that?” I was starting to confuse the firemen. I volunteered with cats, had a sword offhand, and kept a wrist brace in my car bag.

“Sometimes I try to hold books in a way that sprains my wrist? So I have this in my car just in case.”

They stared at me. Maybe, like my wife, they assumed it was for masturbation induced injuries. They handed my sword back as the tow truck arrived and thanked me for letting them play with it. They gave donut man one last glare and drove their big truck away.

[inkiedraws]

"LOL this flip-flop wearing loser thinks he's gonna kick my ass and destroy my whole kingdom in the span of an afternoon. What an idiot"

I didn't intend for this to be a full comic, which is why it just kinda ends. Sowwy

[healthlover24]

A Tapestry of Friendship: Unbreakable Bonds

In a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and glistening rivers, lived two kindred spirits named Lily and Emily. From the moment they met on the first day of kindergarten, an unbreakable bond formed between them, a bond that would withstand the tests of time and life's unpredictable twists.

Lily was the embodiment of sunshine, her radiant smile brightening up even the cloudiest of days. Her heart overflowed with compassion, and she had an uncanny ability to make anyone feel valued and heard. Emily, on the other hand, was the calm to Lily's storm, her quiet strength and unwavering support providing a steady anchor in their ever-changing world.

Their friendship flourished as they embarked on countless adventures together. From building tree forts in the woods to sharing secrets under the stars, Lily and Emily were inseparable. As they grew older, their interests diverged, yet their connection remained steadfast. Lily pursued her passion for painting, while Emily delved into the world of literature. They celebrated each other's victories and lent a shoulder to cry on during moments of defeat.

Life, however, had its own plans. After high school, Lily's family moved to a different city, and Emily decided to pursue a degree in a distant university. Despite the miles that separated them, their bond remained unbroken. They exchanged letters, poured their hearts onto the pages, and made time for late-night phone calls, sharing stories of new experiences and the challenges they faced.

Years went by, and their paths led them down different roads. Lily became a renowned artist, her vibrant canvases capturing the essence of emotions. Emily, with her penchant for words, had her novels touching hearts around the world. Amid their individual successes, they never forgot the foundation of their friendship—the unwavering support, the genuine laughter, and the shared dreams that had always bound them together.

One fateful day, a call came that would change their lives once again. Lily had been diagnosed with a serious illness. Emily didn't hesitate. She packed her bags and journeyed to Lily's side, determined to be the rock that Lily had always been for her. Together, they faced the challenges that lay ahead, drawing strength from their shared memories and the unbreakable threads of their friendship.

As Lily battled her illness, Emily stood by her side, reminding her of the countless sunsets they had witnessed, the dreams they had nurtured, and the laughter they had shared. And in those moments of vulnerability, their bond deepened even further, a testament to the extraordinary power of friendship.

Eventually, Lily's health improved, and they returned to their respective lives. Their friendship had weathered yet another storm, emerging stronger than ever. They continued to support each other through life's ups and downs, knowing that no matter where their paths led, their friendship would forever be a tapestry woven with love, trust, and an unbreakable bond.

And so, the story of Lily and Emily serves as a reminder that true friendship is a treasure that transcends time and distance, a beacon of light that guides us through the darkest moments and celebrates the brightest joys.