There Is Something So Crazy And Powerful About Having Art Of Your Oc That Was Made By Anyone Other Than

Doing an experiment: I have made a new nonfandomspecific blog for reblogs and conversations and etc. because I've come to be dissatisfied with my general internet persona being tied to the gimmick of 'LOTR character I didn't realize was quite that unpopular until it was too late'.* This blog will be reserved for its original gimmick from now on (such as: reblogging Grond), unless I give up. if you want the url to my new blog send an ask!

LOTR stuff will all stay here.

*there are things I saw when the game came out that I have never quite forgotten. Don't read YouTube comments

sparkFLAME Announced by Scrapnik Island Writer Daniel Barnes

excited to announce an all-new project from the IDW Sonic Comics Crew: sparkFLAME -- a black & white, Shonen Jump-flavored, comic book anthology featuring 11 all-new, original, 5-page stories created by the writers and artists of IDW Sonic! this project was started as a way of forcing all of us to develop and work on all of our original, non-Sonic concepts and ideas. all of us, on the book, love Sonic. but, we wanted to take this chance to really flex or comic booking muscles beyond just the blue hedgehog! more details to come, in the very near future! get hyped!

Currently known stories include:

Endless Fantasia: written by Daniel Barnes, art by Mike Luckas, screen tone by Reggie Graham

Drogune: written by Ian Flynn, art by Adam Bryce Thomas

The Nine Lives of Klaws McGee: written by Ian Flynn, art by Jonathan Griffiths (@greliz)

Ensouled: from Evan Stanley (@spiritsonic)

Virtuablu: from Aaron Hammerstrom (@aaronhamm)

Evalla: from Reggie Graham (@ziggyfin)

as well as stories from Miles Arq, Gigi Dutreix, Rik Mack (@rikdraws), Natalie Haines (@lightningstar1389), and Mauro Fonseca (@maurofonseca).

Logo Design by Tracker_TD

sparkFLAME is an independent project with no involvement from IDW

Happy early Birthday, Flighty!

Random ?- If, for whatever reason, Shadow worked at a hospital, what position do you think he'd have, and how long would he last on the job?

Thanks! I'm answering this on my birthday rn!

I think he has the right personality to last as a nurse for a long while.

just learned about golden bat, and my dad and i watched the 1966 movie recently. super excited to find your blog and see it’s active!!

glad you enjoyed the movie! it's a fun goofy time. I try to be as active as I can but with the series being more well known in Japan all I can do is keep an eye out for fanart to reblog, keep an eye on the fan sub being worked on for a new episode, see if there's any new news that's made it to the US, or come up with my own ideas. there's a lot I'd like to do in the future but it's things I don't think would happen for a long while. but perhaps some day.

Random crossover Q:

-If Shadow and Wario were somehow forced to be apartment roommates for two weeks, do you think they could manage it or not?

Absolutely not, Shadow would kill that man within the first day. It wouldn't even be a fart that makes him snap, I think Shadow would see him eat one whole clove of raw garlic and decide he absolutely needed Wario, mind, body, and soul, wiped off the face of the planet.

Concept: cursed blade rehabilitation center. Destroying a sentient weapon is expensive and highly unethical, so adventurers bring them to the center where highly trained staff can care for them and eventually find them forever homes. It turns out most cursed weapons are products of trauma and are not strictly evil themselves. Some blades turn out to be fiercely protective companions. Others don't even want to be weapons at all, finding joy in simple work like blacksmithing or farming. Most blades just need to be loved.

Have I ever shown you guys these weird late 80s Soviet Lord Of The Rings illustrations?

They were made by Sergei Iukhimov, who’s virtually unknown otherwise.

Idea for a Ratchet and Clank Spinoff game about Dr. Nefarious- Part 1/2

Imagine this: Takes place after Rift Apart and involves our beloved doctor trying to learn how to be a good babysitter for Lawrence's baby (Seeing as how he clearly cares about the child), as well as getting into various absurd shenanigans in the process.

Along the way, he re-encounters his dimensional counterpart, Emperor Nefarious, who bafflingly appears to have survived his final fate in the last game (And been spat back out into Doc's dimension), although now as a severely pitiful and broken shell of anything resembling who and what he once was, unsure if he wishes to live or die, but always remembering (Consciously or not) what our doctor told him about success.. Perhaps.. he could...try.. a different way to live? What else does he have left? Physically, imagine C-3PO in ESB after he was blasted apart on Cloud City (This will be important, later), except worse, and Emp. Nef's body, as damaged as it is, being generally held together by wiring, however loosely. Not much he can do, if anything, to defend himself.

By all the laws of the universe, he should be dead, and yet... Fate, however merciful or cruel, has brought and left him at the doctor's mercy. Not to mention, ALL of Doc's instincts should be screaming at him to finish this 'emperor' once and for all (For GOOD this time), as proper supervillain etiquette would dictate.. But, for whatever aggravating reason or inclination, he doesn't, ugh.. "Whatever", he tells himself, I can always kill or torture him later for catharsis or stress release, and, um... Maybe he could pacify the baby too while I'm gone, keephimfromwailinghisheadoff-" BAH, there's no time for this! He's on a tight schedule, and infant food as well as other supplies aren't going to simply appear out of thin air for necessity's sake (If only), so he drags the broken emperor back to his not-so-secret lair, still unsure what to do with him...

TO BE CONTINUED...

On this day, 11 August 1964, 18-year-old Scottish anarchist Stuart Christie was arrested in Madrid while carrying explosives to blow up Spain’s right-wing dictator general Francisco Franco. Christie was working with the underground anarchist resistance to the regime, which began after Franco’s victory in the Spanish civil war in 1939. However, unbeknownst to Christie at the time, the resistance group had been infiltrated and its plan betrayed. When Christie went to an American Express office in Madrid, he noticed a member of staff alerting undercover police, and promptly left. He later recounted to the Guardian newspaper: “I felt curiously detached as I took a deep breath and walked out of the office, trying to keep my face expressionless. Mustering all the confidence I could, I paused at the doorway to look at the group of five men now standing to one side of the entrance. Until I appeared at the doorway they had been deep in conversation. They stopped briefly, exchanging knowing looks with one another, and carried on. An empty taxi pulled in to the pavement beside me. But when the driver appeared to invite me to get in, I knew it was an undercover police car. I was being hemmed in. By this time I had reached the corner of the busy calle Cedaceros. As I steeled myself to make a dash through the crowds I was suddenly grabbed by both arms from behind, my face pushed to the wall and a gun barrel thrust into the small of my back. I tried to turn my head but I was handcuffed before I fully realised what had happened. It was all over in a matter of moments.” When arrested Christie was wearing a kilt, which confused the Spanish press in to describing him as “a Scottish transvestite.” He was sentenced to 20 years in prison but after an international campaign in his support he was released in 1968. Christie remained active supporting and helping record the history of the Spanish resistance movement until the end of his life in August 2020. https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/1781778678673941/?type=3