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DEJA VU
I THINK I’VE BEEN IN THIS PLACE BEFORE
My last post, but I attempted to get better quality. Here goes
★ Emmm | FMA Major Arcana collection ☆ ✔ republished w/permission
‘Cause I feel like when you truly love others, that love- the universe just gives it back to you.
Can you PLEASE draw somebody from ouaw gang just eating comically large pizza
Well, it's not a comically large pizza, but it might look like one because of the perspective, but I had to draw the canon dad himself
Here you go and I hope you enjoy it!
Here’s to hoping we see something like THIS before the manga wraps up!
Am i the only one who got pissed by the fact she didn’t got to fight in the tournament and instead did the chearleader? I don’t do fan arts often, but i want to get better at handling japanese model sheets
I may animate her again with less Twices…
tired: mermaids are all women
wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty
Aziraphale, hanging out on Noah’s Ark watching the flood waters rise. Hears a noise down in the hull and goes to investigate.
Finds Crowley stowed away in the hull along with several hundred Mesopotamian children ranging in age from infants to late teens.
Crowley, in the middle of passing around a bread basket that endlessly refills itself, looks up like a deer in headlights. “Okay, I can explain this…”
—Later that day—
Crowley, while bottle feeding one of the infants: I mean clearly the Almighty wants these children dead, what with their capacity for evil and stuff, so by saving them all, I’m actually going against the Ineffable Plan.
Aziraphale, hiding a smile: Right. Makes perfect sense.
Crowley: I’m being very evil here.
Aziraphale: Of course you are.
Crowley: …you’re not about to throw them all overboard, are you? Because I will fight you.
Aziraphale: Oh, no. You’ve clearly outwitted me this time. I must accept my defeat with grace. And Noah has enough on his plate with the animals, I shouldn’t burden him with this. You’ve won this round, wily serpent.
Crowley, getting choked up: Y-Yes, that’s right. I’m very wily. And evil. Don’t forget that.
tbh I’ve always found it very funny that Elrond is like “there’s no point bringing Glorfindel on the quest, even though he’s a balrog-slayer. You won’t need balrog-slayers” and then thirty pages later they run into a balrog
Rural Finland gothic
the asphalt road you are driving has been cut through the woods. the sky is clouded and grey, the asphalt is grey, the forest on both sides of you is green. no other colour exists other than green and shades of grey. sometimes blue roadsigns point towards places whose names you've never heard. you don't google them. it's none of your business.
sometimes you drive past a house, a wooden house painted white, yellow or red. the paint is faded and chipping, there is moss growing on the roof tiles. there are lace curtains in the windows and a bench on the yard, but you cannot tell by the quick glance you get whether the house is abandoned or not. the residents don't want you to know. it's none of your business.
you pause at a gas station. it seems to be a part of a chain that you thought went bankrupt in the 90s. a handful of those wooden houses are settled around it, and you wonder if any of the people living there work at the station. not that it matters. it's none of your business.
there are a handful of locals gathered inside the gas station, drinking coffee at the table. They smell like pine soap, resin and mosquito repellent, and you can't tell whether paused their conversation to silently stare at you when you stepped in, or whether they had been sitting in silence to begin with. you don't ask. it's none of your business.
the station cashier doesn't talk to you save for a greeting and a few quick nods. you can't tell whether it's because they assume you don't speak finnish. they don't ask where you came from, or where you're going. it's none of their business.
the road leads you somewhere with more houses and buildings. the locals don't call the town by the name. it's just church town, the church is there. people don't say they're going to the town to buy their groceries, they say they'll be at the church. you're not sure whether the town was built around the church or the church was built into the town. It's none of your business.
people talk of going to the church when they're going to the town, but nobody seems to go in the church. people only go there to be christened, for confirmation, to get married and to be buried. a child has not been officially named before they're christened, and no-one will tell you the name of their baby before the child has been given their name by a priest. most of them don't seem to know why, and you don't ask. it's none of your business.
even the town is strangely quiet. you see seven people altogether, and half of that number is a family of four. besides the sound of a car rumbling by, and the occasional barking of a dog, you hear nothing. you're standing in the parking lot of a grocery store, across the street from a library, in a walking distance from the town square, and it's so quiet you hear the sound of wind whispering in nearby trees.
there is a dog barking somewhere. of course they are barking, they are guard dogs and hunting dogs. they're supposed to do that. they bark to alert their masters of game, of intruders, of strangers and outsiders. sometimes they bark at the woods, when it doesn't look like there's anything there. the locals don't go investigate it. it's none of their business.
you see the same symbol drawn, doodled and carved anywhere that graffiti accumulates to. an oval divided in the middle, with rays like a sun. it's called the "church boat", though everyone knows it's meant to be a cunt. you remember reading somewhere that it's an ancient symbol, from the time of the Old Gods before the christians came, when the inherent power of the woman of the house was considered stronger than even death magic. you don't ask what the people here know about this. it's none of your business.
the locals can tell you're an outsider here because you don't look like anyone they know. if you were someone's visiting grandchild, they could tell by your face which clan you belong to. they don't ask you what other business you could possibly have here. it's none of their business.
Finally finished the first part of gai’s 8 gates coma and how kakashi dealt with it rewrite people have been requesting. [tw blood, injury, coma, death discussions, grief]
Keep reading
-rotates them in my mind-
Picture I did for a BH6 fanart contest powered by MDP-event
Waiting for the results now ;v;;;;
i drew wing au Discowing in like... 2021? i stumbled upon it in my files and went "i can do better" and i Did. i did do better. its 4 am but its worth it for this stretchy showoff
idk when this progress shot is from lol
I swear I do digital art sometimes. Here’s tucker and junior as Madonna and Child if someone has already done this I’ll download malware and brick my phone
1: Kabu is SERVING in that Scorbunny outfit, oh my god.
2: A literal mafia leader has no right looking that fucking coy, bro WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO KANTO
3: It's a regular tuesday for Larry. He does not care. He's only thinking about the paperwork waiting for him.
bro was speaking the gospel and i was their scribe
So, I’m awkward with actual humans. It’s not paranoia about my hacked governor module, and it’s not them; it’s me. I know I’m a horrifying murderbot, and they know it, and it makes both of us nervous, which makes me even more nervous. Also, if I’m not in the armor then it’s because I’m wounded and one of my organic parts may fall off and plop on the floor at any moment and no one wants to see that.
one last fancomic to finish off the year, from asr this time!!