New point redeem I just finished from my channel, this time around someone wanted me to draw a Jack Frost cosplaying as Haseo from .Hack. All this so they could call it a Hase-HeeHo lol
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Suletta from Mercury’s First 24 Hours on Planet Earth
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Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”
Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.
Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.
That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.
(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)
South Park is a funny case of a show because they truly do make jokes about everything. Nothing is off the table for them. So you’ll see people saying how they’re happy they’re making fun of the woke mind virus before turning around and claiming South Park was taken by the woke mind virus from a different episode.
Like if they make fun of Trump in another episode you know these people are going to flip flop and get mad.
In the time that the Toa Mata split up to stay safe and go help other beings while Teridax was in control of Mata Nui's body, I like to picture them introducing themselves to other Toa and other Toa just laughing at them or rolling their eyes. Yeah. Sure. You're Mata Pohatu Nuva, uh-huh. A Toa the Matoran tell legends about who should have woken up thousands of years ago if he was going to help with all this Mata Nui being poisoned stuff, and now you're here to help us. Riiiight. now Pohatu is realizing he's never had to prove he's a Toa Mata before now. ummm
The orange Toa stood still and blinked for a moment.
"Yup, that's right! It was a joke," he said finally in a somewhat stilted manner as he propped his propellers on his hips: "It's been a tough half-minute out there, so I've been trying to lift some spirits however I can. Even just the illusion of something big being at work helps morale, usually."
"We don't need morale," Sabata bit back, the electrified bolas floating at his side sparking and drawing closer to his body as his magnetic field rapidly shrunk in irritation. "We need Toa who can help us contain the Rahkshi situation."
"Which is why I'm here," the stranger nodded.
"Are you now? Or is it another joke?"
"I swear upon my Turaga, I will not make any more of those."
The Fa-Toa huffed, distrustful.
With no other real option but to believe him, he gave in and sneered: "What's your real name?"
After a pause, the other sighed: "Hafu."
"Go with Vograhn, then. You'll be on the lookout for the cave the Kraata keep spawning from."
The being in question regarded the newcomer with a modicum of pity as he hurriedly moved away from his leader with a resigned expression sullying his face behind the visor of his weirdly shaped Kanohi Kakama.
Once they were far enough from Sabata's earshot, he patted his wide back reassuringly: "It's an admirable gesture, by all means - Mata Nui knows the Matoran could use some reassurance in a time like this," he noted, "But you should at least read a couple Po-scripts on the matter first if you want to be believable. From what I remember, they describe him as rather bottom heavy."
The Toa grimaced, pulling his shoulders as far into himself as possible to make them smaller in any way: "Yeah," he groaned forlornly, "I've heard so."
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After something like half an hour of dragging his easily distracted companion all over the mountain, Vograhn felt his arm gently tugged and turned around.
"Ok, I've got it," Hafu told him chipperly: "We need to get off before it blows up."
The Toa blinked: "What?"
"This place, it's exploding in a minute."
"This- what?!"
"One literal minute, I mean," the other specified in case he had any doubts on the matter, "We need to get down or we're gonna get dragged down with the terrain and everything inside the mountain. Give me your hand-"
"You mean we stumbled into a trap?!"
"Oh no, don't worry! I just reasoned that the cave is probably too deep for us to find it like this, so we're just going to collapse the whole thing on their heads. It's probably gonna get wherever they're keeping the suits too, so that's two Husi with one boulder."
Vograhn felt extremely faint: "You- how- you've set explosives on the mountain? While we were surveying it?"
"No? I've just rigged the stone. We should really go, by the way."
"How can a Toa of Plasma rig Stone to explode?!?"
Hafu blinked.
He tilted his head, completely dumbfounded: "Because I'm a Toa of Stone," he replied as if that was abundantly obvious: "Why would you think I was of Plasma?"
This had to be another joke.
Either that, or he had gotten hit by some weird Rahkshi power and was hallucinating the pauldrons off his armor.
"We're orange!!" Vograhn cried out, gesturing at the both of them.
The other Toa looked him up and down: "Huh!" he just said, and grasped his Su-brother's hand with a big smile: "Sorry, I've never met someone of this element before!"
Then his Kanohi glowed brightly, and the power of Speed coursed through Vograhn's entire frame: before he could notice it his legs had broken out into a sprint to keep up with his new confouding sibling, watching as a blur of vistas passed by him in barely the blink of an eye - and then stopping just as suddenly, almost scraping himself flat on the ground if not for Hafu's strong grip, stumbling in place to prevent his momentum from launching him any further.
After a few interminable seconds, the mountain puffed wider as something like the strangled half of an explosion stuttered inside it, gave a horrible rumble, and collapsed on itself.
"And that's why they call it 'pulling a Pohatu'," the Po-Toa chuckled satisfied to himself.
Vograhn just let himself fall on his ass, gobsmacked.
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