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[babacomic]

COMIC 100

I keep calling it the finale, but there's probably more to come after this! It took forever, but I hope it's been worth the wait!

comic 100, part 1

comic 100, part 2

comic 100, part 3

transcript in the alt text

[campfire-collective]

how long do we think this cat will leave me alone (affectionate)

[every-shintaro]

Shintaro 111 from volume 1 chapter 2, Artificial Enemy II

[xyliane]

AU-gust 1: fantasy au

some wonderful soul: hey what if we throw together a prompt list entirely dedicated to AUs and we do it in august so it’s AUgust

me: I love you forever but in no way will I be writing something beyond stream-of-consciousness idea splatters

PROMPT THE FIRST: FANTASY AU (it’s hxh, because. look. it’s me. and I’ve been pondering dragons lately for reasons.) special thanks to @trashsketch because I was bemoaning not being able to do dragons AND a city that eats people and she, being a brilliant genius, suggested, “why don’t you just write about a dragon city?” 

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Long ago, dragons were the size of hills, of mountains, flying on magic barely decipherable and entirely unknowable. They lived as winged nightmares, if mortal ones, emerging from an egg that, having grown for a thousand years with care and love and warmth, can create an unspeakable godly horror. They hatched from eggs that gestated for hundreds of years, a thousand years of warmth and love and life and growth, cared for by magic and life beneath mountains and atop clouds.

The dragons ruled the world for a long time (if ruled is the correct word--they feared dragons, attempted to placate them as best they could, fed and watered and worshiped and begged, but these were dragons, and they had grown from life itself, so what use had they for the tiny things of the world). But as with all reigns, the time of dragons too came to an end. Not immediately, not all at once. but eggs are fragile things, even those of dragons, and if you break them, then nothing more can be born.

Thus it was, hundreds of years before, that the last dragon died, or fled, or went to sleep, and the world began to rule itself.

So of course Gon’s off looking for dragons.

There are marks of dragons even now, time passed such that no one truly remembers the sheer size or scope of these practically mythical things, save for ancient figures and old elaborate illustrations left hanging in museums and the halls of the wealthy. Some do not even believe in dragons, in the way that some do not believe in dinosaurs, that their massive skeletal remains and fractured eggs are but ruses. Gon, of course, finds these people foolish beyond belief. but he also finds the rich incredibly, easily gullible, and if you’re looking for dragons, sometimes it’s best to not ask before taking.

Someone once told Gon that Ging found a dragon. That he spends his days off in the clouds, riding with a winged beast the size of houses, of mountains. Gon doesn’t know if that’s true. But he knows in his gut that the only way to find out if Ging did what they say, is to find dragons himself.

The Cackleberry City practically draws him in as if by magic: built up out of a rounded, pale mountainside hundreds of years past, it carries with it the years of civilization and growth since the end of dragons. And Gon’s target is in the mansion practically as old as the city itself, built of a near-identical-colored stone as though it was intended to protrude out of the very rock it sits upon. And within the mansion...

Well, what Gon had hoped to find was a collection of dragon statues, small and intricately carved, each with eyes a different color, one for each of the last Great Dragons.

Instead, he finds the sharp end of a white-haired boy’s blade, expression full of contrasts in the moonlit shadows--his scowl says he’s trying to be righteously angry, but his blue eyes are sharp and bright with delighted curiosity.

“I have something better,” the boy says, and leads Gon outside.

Someone more cautious than Gon would have fled. Taken what he could and run right back down the curling slopes of the city’s streets, gone back to the dirt-packed base and sold what he could. come back another night even.

But Gon came here for dragons.

The boy takes Gon down down down, past the edges of the gardens and down stairs that go deep beneath the too-thin layers of earth, to a rough stone chamber unlit by anything except for the ground itself. Down here, cleared of all debris and dirt from hundreds of years of living city, the foundation of the city is slightly pebbled stone, eggshell-white, and glowing faintly like starlight. And when the boy presses Gon’s hand to its surface, it is warm.

“The dragons aren’t gone,” the boy says, and his smile gleams with anticipation. “They’re just waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Gon asks.

And the ground beneath his hand--the dragon egg upon which the city is built, rumbles faintly.

(AUgust tag)

[peppermintquartz]

i found this pic in my collection and i know it’s in the Louvre, but i have no idea what this exact artifact is, i just remember how delighted i was by its expression

if you know what it is, please enlighten me :)

[aiiaiiiyo]

The early 70s were gorgeous. My family was no exception. Check this blog!

[not-my-brain]

.......honk

No yelly...

[catssuggest]

Flattering pic of Star yawning