#another answer

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waitt can I see your short hair susie 👉 👈

Of course!! Short hair Susie my beloved

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[anotherexistingbeing]

i got some Nezha angst for you being.

Nezha with demon features bc of the lotus body. its filled with magic and a soul. the lotus body isnt humanish like his previous body built to sustain him. it deforms due to his magic and shifts. not in a wierd way in a beautiful way actually. red spots around his eyes and cheeks along with his ears.

lotus petals along his shoudlers arms and legs. a few right beneath his eyes. he's a pretty little guy but he hides it all. the claws, the sharp fangs, and the bright red piercing eyes. all in favor of pleasing heaven. of being the "perfect god" he was "born" to be. expected to be by his parents.

he looks like a demon and might as well be one. he thinks as he stared into the mirror and remembers his actions in his youth. all for self defense? no his father said he is a terrible thing. so perhaps this form is much more fitting for a troublesome demon such as he.

also the lotus body cant completly handle all his power so if he uses all his godly power (war form) for to long then he litterally shatters (think when lbd said the hosts body was too weak) and turns into a lotus flower to regenerate and then when hes fine the lotus grows vines and expands into himself.

yeah no i love Nezha angst where he hides his true self bc he was always told he was a horrible little thing when in reality he's amazing. he's not a monster. he's just a kid.

-SHAKING YOU-

THANK YOU FOR THE ANGST BUT ALSO NOW I'M HEADCANNONING THAT A KID KITO WOULD CALL THEIR UNCLE LOTUS "PRETTY" REGARDLESS OF WHAT FORM HE TAKES TWT

[darkhorse-javert]

Another Answer 'Home From America- not quite yet- part 2

@kivrin- have a part two. Admittedly I can't quite rationalise Foyle staying with MI5, but maybe he can't quite resist a puzzle (and they play on his sense of duty too) this once.

Anyway, meet the unconventional cavalry

Miss Peirce is half-way through explaining why they need a policeman, why they need him, to study the files of the Eternity Ring and help them find the mole linked to it, when he becomes aware of a ruckus and hubbub echoing up to the room. Distant voices, sharpness in their tones, similar to a low rumble of thunder.  Sir William turns his head to the door and the noise, a flash of wariness flickering over his face. Then there is a knock on the door. In concert Miss Pierce and Valentine move to block the table from view.

“Yes?” Miss Peirce calls, her tone making it clear the unwelcomness of the interruption. The door opens a crack and one of the secretaries  just about pokes her head around the door. “Sorry, Sir Ma’am. There are individuals downstairs in the Foyer demanding to see Mr Foyle. Pennent tried to send them off, but they’re quite certain he’s here, and they aren’t moving.”

“Who are they?” Sir William asks in a slightly peeved tone.

Even from a distance Christopher can see her eyes flicker, the jitters of one who carries unwelcome news. “The senior one is Commander Charles Howard, from Naval Intelligence, Sir.”

Charles, how on eart

Sir William sighs, and he Miss Pierce and Valentine share looks. It’s Miss Peirce who looks to him and arches an eyebrow directly. He looks back at her

I said nothing, I did nothing to provoke this. Then she gives a stiff nod with an attitude of the weary, “You’d better go down there and prove we haven’t done anything to you Mr Foyle. Commander Howard is not one to be stalled.”

He inclines his head “Thank you.” Striding across to the door he turns to look back at them “I will be back of course.”

There is a glimmer of a sharp smile on Miss Peirce’s face, and he realises then that he’s played right into her hands.

‘They’ he discovers when he comes to one of the landings overlooking the Foyer, are three people. Charles, flanked by Andrew and Sam. Charles is in his full uniform, standing to every inch of his tall height and with a face alike to carven stone, a gaze fixed on the desk officer as he speaks firmly and forcefully. Sam’s head is shifting about, studying, assessing, and even from this distance he can recognise her stance of moral enragedness- screaming ‘this is not right!’ at the world.

Andrew looks rumpled and tugged about, an old and shabby coat over his arm- as though he dashed straight out the door, barely thinking and only remembered his appearance at the eleventh hour. Which is probably exactly what happened. But there’s fire there, and a set to his son’s feet and head he knows all to well, it’s the one which precedes Andrew doing something greatly gallant and very foolish.

His feet must make a noise as he comes down the flight of stairs, for they all look about and in almost unison relief floods all three faces. Charles is the first to move forwards, holding out an arm to clap him on the shoulder

“Christopher, there you are.” The warm eyes assess him, “Alright I hope?”

He nods and smiles to assuage their concerns “Fine.” Charles holds his gaze for a moment, checking for a bluff, then steps back. Sam holds herself back, so it’s Andrew’s arms that wrap tight around him.

“Dad… what do they want with you?”

“An outsider’s viewpoint -and I can’t tell you anything more than that Andrew.”

Andrew looks at him with a searching expression so similar to his uncle’s, “This is your choice though?”

He nods “Yes it is, now.”

It’s as if a shutter goes down behind his son’s eyes, an extra dimension to their darkness. He speaks in a low-tone “Be careful with this lot” Andrew’s eyes flick up past him over his shoulder, as if he’s checking something, “Especially her.” And there’s an edge, a hardness to his son’s tone, which hints at something more than filial concern.

And then Sam, her eyes unable to mask her emotions, she hugs him very tightly.

“This is your doing?” He half-teases her.

She gives a quick nod, a brave, slightly proud smile. “I rang Mr Howard, then Andrew and got on the next train leaving Southampton to London.”

Quick work, and quicker thinking.  Sharp Girl.

“You’re coming home now?”

“Ah -Not just yet.” He senses eyes on them, casts a quick look back and catches a shadow on the staircase, “They do need me for something, useful.”

Sam huffs, “You’d think they’d let you have your feet on English soil for more than minutes before sweeping you away.”

It’s an accurate point, but he keeps his response to a “hmm.”, all to aware of watching eyes and ears.  He steps back, holds them all with his gaze “You should go.” Go now, stay away from this shadowy game. I won’t have you hostages to fortune.

Not one of them look remotely ameanable to this prospect, but it’s Andrew he looks at hardest. Andrew, who still looks as if he’s verging on throwing a punch at the next person who comes near them. Andrew looks straight back at him, unquelled

“Christopher-“ Charles’s voice is steady, but not hushed. “You know where to reach me me.” It’s not a question.

He nods, and slowly Rosalind’s brother moves, carefully impelling the other two across the Foyer towards the door. All those years in the Navy, Charles at least knows an exit cue when he get one. Andrew has taken Sam’s hand, but his son’s eyes are still locked upwards, glaring at whoever is watching and listening.

What- he wonders as he slowly turns to climb the stairs and face this next larger puzzle- has been going on there?

[anotheronecomic]

Since Tumblr is going through, say, "a rough patch", is there any other place where we can follow your story, just in case?

Yes! I just posted the prologue to Webtoons! 

You can find it here! Updates will be posted both to tumblr and webtoons from now on!

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*grabs you*

Tell me all your Neichel lore

/nf

Let's see...

(Lots of Neichel related thoughts under the cut)

I think that she wrote Welcome to the New World because of the future she foresaw, wanting to leave something for anyone who would find the new world after everyone was gone.

I think she has a very strong connection to the Lor Starcutter but I'm not 100% on what it might be aside from the clear text (I do somewhat believe the most popular theory, but rn it feels like there's a lot of build up and I wanna see where it goes. There's a few missing pieces and I could see it taking a different direction but overall it makes sense to me.)

Also, that line about "hope I don't meet me"... If Shiver Star is also earth, like a parallel earth that does exist in Kirby's Dimension thennnn could there have been a parallel Neichel? Perhaps? Maybe Shiver Star is more similar to our earth or another unique take on it like the New World.

Also, it never said she was the only one who stayed behind, I wonder who else did and for what reasons? Perhaps some of the scientists wanted to see the meteor and study it, believing they could contain it. And maybe some others stayed because they were too afraid to leave. Idk but it's interesting to consider who she was left with.

Well, for more you'll just have to wait for my big Neichel post ✨ but those are my thoughts for now.

[anothermention]

Hello! So.

I'm not actually sure what the ramifications of this happening would be, necessarily. One can surmise that it'd be really weird and mind-breaking/upsetting for NEICHEL, or something along those lines.

But! There is actually basis for something like that to happen. In fact, its yet another thing connecting her to the Lor! Could be more evidence for her being the Lor, could just be another example of foresight related to it and/or Magolor, but I myself like to believe the former. You see, since the Lor can travel through space and apparently time, it could theoretically meet a version of itself from another time! The basis for this comes directly from Kumazaki himself, in a Planet Robobot Screenshot Challenge Miiverse post!

So the idea has existed for quite some time, and been acknowledged by our director himself. Interesting, right?

Oooh yes that's so correct, you're a genius for connecting those dots!! The Lor connections increase!

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Pov Meta Knight for some reason

thought you would find this funny hehe :]

LMAO SKSJSJKSKA you are so right this is hilarious