I think we don’t consider enough, that Grian wanted to be a watcher. We always talk about, how he escaped them. But I think the whole story becomes a lot more interesting and terrifying when we take into consideration that Grian wanted the watcher life. He wanted that power, he wanted to leave his human life and become one of them.
At the end of Evo he choose to join the watchers. Which means the story is not one of a cult member escaping, but of a person joining something he probably didn’t know was a cult and slowly realizing all the fucked up things going on and then escaping.
Also just the act of realizing he made the wrong choice, that he traded his life for this. Hating himself for being this dumb and joining; and now having to deal with his choice, fully knowing it was all his own fault, his own greed for power.
It becomes even worse when we start thinking about this in terms of the life series. I mean, imagine escaping a cult and being happily out of it and out of its reach (hermitcraft) and then you‘re thrusted into their power again (life series).
The horror, the angst, the flashbacks of being one of them. All of that after thinking to have escaped for good.
Leader Era Lin.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhh, she’s so cute!!!!!!! I love her.
A little inaccurate, but hey, work with what you got.
Also, thought I’d be more Chaotic Good, but eh.
Tag game!!!
Do this quiz
And this picrew
And tag people(obviously)
Although anyone who wasn’t tagged here can of course join in, it’s open to anyone :3
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I kinda want to see either a fan comic or non canon official manga of main UC timeline’s White Base meeting GQUUUUUUX UC timeline’s White Base. And then Amuro and Char fighting with their Gundams. With Amuro knowing it’s Char, but Char having no idea who this man is and how he got an identical Gundam, and only having this feeling of familiarity thanks to Newtype Space Magic.
I think it’d just be neat
It will never come
I need a break from these two
Miscancelous doodles for the most recent chapter of "The Ideal Isekai Candidate" by @tsukithewolf
Link to the fic! (x) Please send Tsuki lots of love! Baby KDJ.... my beloved....
Bonus Art:
This is fantastic. I love it!
Finally finished the self indulgent orv comic i've been talking about... will post sex soon
ps. ignore the typo i'm too lazy to fix it rolls eyes
Man’s a weasel and we love him
Hmm...I'm seeing the vision.
Actively traveling around town reading this in several different parking lots when I need to go do things
Hey, is this McDonald's? Okay, I think I got the right address. Can I get a... Uh... *squints at menu* ORV Happy Meal with a lesbian McFlurry, if you're still selling that, and a side of fries and a milkshake? Thanks. If the lesbian McFlurries are sold out I wouldn't mind a gay one
Inarticulation
Asuka Ren x Han Sooyoung
(woah what’s that weird sprite with fries in it hahaha)
Sooyoung never liked Artists. Of course she was one.
Han Sooyoung had always been told she was special. The way she put words together always made sense, sentences lining themselves up in her brain before she could even think to speak them. The other kids at school found her slightly weird for always writing instead of playing.
It never really made sense to Han Sooyoung why the boys and girls wanted to rescue each other from the playground in make believe, when they could just write it down as actually happening. Of course, there were no knights in her story to save the princess from the tower.
There was only Han Sooyoung, who would never fail to save the princess and bring her home successfully. Maybe the dragon was a boy. That made it fair, right?
Besides writing, Han Sooyoung could also draw pretty well for a four year old.
As she got older, her writing skills got better. and better. Until she became a real author, publicizing her stories and getting traction online.
Her art skills on the other hand… did not. They stayed at the level of a four year olds. This made Han Sooyoung- safe to say- very jealous of artists.
She saw the fanart that her stories got online, liking and occasionally reposting particularly good pieces, but everytime she tried to draw one of her own, it looked exactly the same as it would have if her small baby body was clutching a crayon.
It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t envision pictures like everyone else. She just saw words. Words were fine. Words were great, even.
Han Sooyoung liked words, and she didn’t like artists. If she couldn’t draw, then she shouldn’t have to deal with anyone else being able to do what she couldn’t.
When her ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️ came to life in front of her, the only thing Han Sooyoung had to rely on were her words. That and the annoying squid bastard that somehow manage to fuck everything up, but regardless. Words.
Han Sooyoung was doing great in the scenarios. She had a good supporting constellation, she was strong, and she had… friends. Begrudging and slightly rude friends, but friends nonetheless. Han Sooyoung liked them.
She wouldn’t be caught dead saying that though, of course. Han Sooyoung liked her words, and she didn’t need anyone else’s company other than the characters she created. Especially not an artist’s.
Han Sooyoung did NOT like Asuka Ren. She was pretty, of course she was very pretty- but that didn’t mean she liked her. She had what Han Sooyoung wanted- words and a mind strong enough to draw them out. She knew this because the girl wouldn’t shut up about it. Han Sooyoung listened anyway, though. For fun, she kept telling herself. It was boring here.
She liked listening. It was a nice change from being the one to tell everyone for once.
The people of Peace Land called her a goddess. Han Sooyoung liked being called that. She had heard Kim Dokja tease her for it before, but she didn’t mind. That was what she was.
Asuka Ren seemed awfully curious about it too. She liked to question Han Sooyoung about how she managed to conquer so much so fast, how she became their goddess, and Han Sooyoung was more than willing to boast. It wasn’t her fault she was awfully good at what she did.
Lee Jihye asked about her combat skills, she deflected. She deflected comments from Kim Dokja’s kid, and from Lee Hyunsung and even Michio. Han Sooyoung only answered questions that she wanted to. (i.e: ones that Asuka Ren asked.)
When Kim Dokja offered to let her join the Korean group, Han Sooyoung felt no need to stop him. She didn’t like that. She was supposed to not want her here. But Han Sooyoung didn’t say a word. She let her stay.
When Kim Dokja told her they’d be traveling with Asuka Ren, she didn’t say anything. She just grumbled. It could be worse.
He explained to the women about Hiroma Izuki and the Japanese legends, and Asuka Ren told them about what had happened to their Absolute King. Han Sooyoung saw the forlorn look on her face and ignored it, and the pained feeling in her chest. It was fine. People cried. Not her business.
She marched on.
Kim Dokja told her that they’d be going to meet someone stronger than Yoo Joonghyuk. Han Sooyoung thought he was lying.
“Bah. Don’t you know how weak the people here are? There isn’t a single decent swordsman here, let alone a swordmaster!” She complained, hopping over rocks on a river. “And as for magic? Best they can do is start a fire.”
Was she being a bit rude? Maybe. But she needed to talk to stop thinking, so she kept talking.
“They’re like villagers from some antiquated fantasy novel. It’s as if someone gathered the weakest people in one place to screw with them.” Kim Dokja wasn’t listening to her. Han Sooyoung couldn’t make herself turn around and face Asuka Ren again. “I just don’t get it. Why have the dokkaebi set this place as the stage for the scenario when they like stimulating situations? Are they even trying?”
Han Sooyoung bitched on and on about Peace Land. She didn’t like it here at all.
“Calm down. This world wasn’t created by Dokkaebi,” Kim Dokja shushed her. Han Sooyoung’s mind stopped for a moment.
“What?”
Kim Dokja turned back to Asuka Ren, who was red faced and looking down. Oh. Good god.
She looked up, brown eyes filled with tears as her face was red. She clasped each hand within the other, a few tears slipping down her smooth cheek, “I’m sorry…”
Han Sooyoung’s mouth dropped open.
Of course. She was an artist.
“Peace land is a comic that I drew,” She spoke, and Han Sooyoung wanted to drown herself in the river like Gong Pildu.
Han Sooyoung really, really, hated artists. Even the pretty ones.
~~~
Han Sooyoung had been separated from Kim Dokja and the good for nothing artist pretty girl easily, and now the issue was what she was going to do when she got back. If, really.
If Asuka Ren was the creator and god of this world, what sense did it make for Han Sooyoung to be the goddess?
She continued in the way they had gone- and in the way of the tree roots- all the way back to them.
Han Sooyoung was a master at plans. So she made one then.
She avoided Asuka Ren like the black plague.
~~~
Two weeks. That was how long she had managed to go without speaking- or really looking at- Asuka Ren.
She could tell that the girl seemed hurt because of it, but she didn’t care. Not her circus. Not her monkey.
It got worse when they left. She couldn’t avoid her anymore, not when they had this battle to fight. She could feel the unsettle in her bones sinking as she looked at the sovereign of eight heads, a twisting, squirming, moving creature connected to a limp, almost lifeless human.
The first thing Han Sooyoung did to break the silence was to cover Asuka Ren’s eyes. That had been her friend. She didn’t deserve to see this.
Asuka Ren was almost attacked. She didn’t move. Han Sooyoung defended her.
“Fight, you fool! Do you want all your hard work on this world to go to waste?” She shouted, and Asuka snapped out of her trance, before giving the faintest smile and raising her hands. Han Sooyoung had done her job.
She left again, when Yoo Joonghyuk showed up to help Kim Dokja fight. Han Sooyoung’s current plan was simple.
Fight. Save a peace land citizen. Hide.
She repeated this over and over. They were winning now, and- Han Sooyoung choked on her own blood.
She knew what this was, looking up at the sky. A probability storm. This was dangerous, but she couldn’t help but fight. She could barely move at the moment.
Han Sooyoung wished she could have done more. She looked up at a tower on Veronica Castle, content to let it be the last thing she saw. She never really was the knight- not even in her own stories.
There was a figure, however. Han Sooyoung noticed it one second, recognized it the next.
Asuka Ren. She was fighting as hard as she could, but the storm was getting to her too, and she was backing up to the ledge of the tower, and Han Sooyoung stood up.
Then, she ran.
She didn’t know where the strength came from, but it was all she could do. She needed to save her. She ran and ran, until Asuka Ren was falling.
[Your Exclusive Skill ‘Avatars’ has been activated.]
Han Sooyoung let the avatars take off their clothes, throwing them into a pile. Then herself. She jumped in, not caring that half of her memories were missing- just noticing the sudden hard weight of another person in her arms.
Han Sooyoung reeled from the pressure. She collapsed, and she could hear Asuka Ren calling out her name, but it was going to take her a second to continue. She could faintly see the red sky clear up as her vision died.
The pieces of red hair falling into her face.
“I don’t think I meant fall off a tower when I said fight,” She mumbled, her avatars disappearing as she sat up.
Asuka Ren looked at her for a moment, eyes shaking with fear, before grabbing her by the collar and connecting their lips in a kiss.
Han Sooyoung was beginning to think artists weren’t so bad after all.
The amount I want to pour love on everything about this because it hits everything I love.
Gundam? Check.
A Ground Type Gundam at that?? Check.
Abandoned, overgrown city? Check.
It’s beautiful
Gundam rest
Patreon // inprint
I saw this, thought, cool, tepid has now gone up in status for me. Then…
I legitimately can’t stop thinking about it. This has been on my mind all day…
johto pokemon vs pokemon from new york
bonus: that phenomenon where japanese tourists visit paris and have a breakdown bc of how shit it is
"Joel doesnt have a celestial counterpart!" this and "joel doesnt mat h any celestial being" that- shut the flip up, actually. Y'all just haven't locked in.
Now I'm not saying that I don't like the car, cause I love the idea
BUT
Joel does have a celestial counterparts
A supernova
Hear me out okay???
They're both wild, chaotic and unpredictable. They're both beautiful and dangerous, and have the potential for either beauty and rebirth (nebula) or pain and destruction (black holes). They're massive, bright, and impossible to ignore.
Also, his car exploded. So.
So yeah, Joel is a car but his celestial counterpart is a supernova.
Trans Woman She/Her. Is 29Likes other women.Is Autistic, also has ADHD.Likes Gundam, Hermitcraft/Life Series, Elder Scrolls and Fallout, and ORV.Writer of TWAHM, though doubt anyone cares about that here.That’s about it.
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