Oct 10, 2025
Hii just posting Wordgirl here….
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Hii just posting Wordgirl here….
First Art Fight attack done!! I drew @neal-illustrator ‘s Apollo with Kharmion! I really like how this turned out 😌☀️
A Frozen Hedgehog.
Y'all already know the inspiration for this lol. Great casting choice imo!
And another one but with Anna's braided hairstyle
Basicalllyyy...
Mixing out two of my hyperfixations
Like a pjsk x tmnt
The reason why they don't have any weapons
It's just a fleeting thought
Dunno if I'll ever proceed with it XP. Even if I ever do it, I think the 2012 version would fit n25. Just a silly au haha >:)
Decided to do something for the @lanceappreciationblog's lance week for the prompts FUTURE and LAST DANCE and I wanted to do something special for this entry:
(this picture takes place around 40~ years after the events of scarlet and violet)
"The world was ending.
Two planets were colliding, one of pokemon and man, and one of monsters and beasts. The earth shook, regions collapsed and split apart from the collision of two worlds with the the volcanic blood of oozing from the planet's continental wounds. One of these regions hit gravely were the Kanto and Johto regions, the two once whole region now beginning to separate from one another as kaijumoprhs, monsters and titan, fled from their own world that had faced the same event fled into this new realm.
Lance, the former champion of Kanto, watched in horror as the region he swore to protect, was torn apart. He and his partner Pokémon Dragonite, tried to find and save as many people and Pokémon they could, but most had fallen during the events of the interplanetary catastrophe. During a flight past what was once Mount silver, Lance found himself face to face with an unseen monster. Like the ones he had fought during the catastrophe, it was from the parallel earth, though unlike the other, this one was far more powerful. And as the region He loved collapsed around him, LAnce fought one last battle against this final foe"
Waiting... Waiting....
Most of the Chain had experienced crossing boundaries between worlds. It was part of the Hero's Spirit almost, same as the Sword or breaking pots. They had crossed Time, Realms, Ages and Eras...some of them had crossed reality itself.
But until now, none of them had crossed the veil to the Netherworld. Frankly they could've done without it, Wild felt. But that option was taken from them, the moment this swirling vortex of souls appeared in his Hyrule, in the ruins of Castle Town every night. Flora had been receiving reports of Spirits wandering around, reenacting their last moments when the Calamity struck.
Searching. Waiting.
Waiting to die...waiting to live...waiting for mercy...that hadn't manifested.
Waiting for the Princess and the Hero who failed to save them.
Waiting....
Now it was Wild's turn, standing in the broken structures of life, from that day one century ago. The result of his own failure. The others were staying close to him - Twilight never more than two steps away.
It seems like it was his turn to be overprotected for the day. He was sure Wind didn't mind the change.
There wasn't much to be protected from, though. The spirits were not aware of them, stuck in an eternal loop of events. For some it was their everyday life. For others it was the moment life turned into horror. If the spoke, it was the same things, over and over again.
"What a lovely day...."
"He proposed....!"
"Their coming....!"
"Run for your lives....!"
They weren't dangerous...just heartbreaking.
"Purah believes that the whatever their last thoughts were when they...passed...is the main source of their Echo," Flora spoke in a hollow voice, without the joy researched and discovery normally brought to her tones. "And whether or not their peaceful..."
They carried on. Down roads that lead to the quarters where Knights lived with their families. Roads Wild didn't recall, couldn't remember -
"Waiting...."
Until one voice stopped him as dead as a Guardian's blast. Everything stopped, his boots, his blood, his body his bones. Wild's felt his Sheikah Slate slipping from his hand, clanging senseless to the charred ground.
That voice.
It couldn't...
"It can't be," he whispered, not seeing Flora cover her mouth in horror. Not feeling Twilight lay a hand on his shoulder, the rest of the Chain crowding close.
"Cub?" his mentor asked, low and concerned. "What is -"
"Waiting...."
Wild stared at flickering form of a woman, who was looking out the burnt doorway of what once had been her house - the house of her husband, captain of the guard. She was a slender woman in the blue day dress of a Knight's wife, with sandy blond hair tossed in a messy braid, her delicate features weary. She looked up towards the castle, as she had everyday she saw him.
Wild had no flashback. He didn't need one.
"Mama?" his voice cracked. Behind him, the Chain exclaimed, gasped, cursed.
"Waiting...." the Echo vibrated though them all, lovely as a wind-chime, just as haunting. "Link, when you come home I'll be waiting....even if you're the last thing I see, I'll be waiting...."
By that time, Wild had yanked himself free from Twilight's tightening grip, the fabric of his champion's tunic ripping. He didn't noticed. Nor did he care.
"I'm right here, Mom," he gasped, pleaded, trying to grasp her hands. But there was nothing solid to grab. His desperate clutching passed right through her. "Can't you see? I'm -"
"Waiting...." his mother Echoed, gazing sadly at the castle, with the same sky blue eyes she had passed onto her son.
Wild dropped to his knees, the breath torn out of him throat tight, gaze blurring.
He took too long...
"I'm sorry," he choked, wept. "I'm so s-sorry Mama -"
"I'll always love you...."
"I didn't mean to go so far -"
"I'll stay in your heart...."
"I didn't m-mean to keep you -"
"Waiting...." his mother whispered, her soft words thrumming like cricket wings: the same voice that hummed his lullabies, that taught him his letters, that kissed his bruises and blew raspberries on his stomach. "Waiting..."
Dawnlight began to creep over the roof of the world, signalling the time where the Spirits would vanish until the following night. Desperate to deny this, Wild's hands shot on, trying to hold his mother's skirts - even as they dissolve like mist through his fingers.
As though Allana, mother of the Hero, was never there all. Wild slumped, and did not resist as Twilight's arms wrapped around him, hauling him close to his chest, not letting go.
"Good-bye Mama," Wild whispered.
you wanna know how random my brain can be? I was finishing up dishes when an image of the gang watching Zootopia popped into my head. Abbachio is complaining that the movie's gonna be stupid before it's even started but when the scene of young Judy proclaiming how she wants to be a police officer, he's full on doing the "he just like me fr" meme pose at the TV, screaming "DON'T DO IT KID!!" startling everyone by how passionate he's being towards the talking animal movie he had been whining about, not even five minutes into it
i'm in the process of creating an F1 superhero (MCU + DC comics, mostly) AU (AKA my two (three) BIGGEST hyperfixations SO FAR combined). and like. the ADHD is too strong. i'm literally SO giddy i'm giggling and spinning on my chair every other minute