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Anders + Looking at Hawke



It was going to be a happy sketch but then I re-watched the season 2 finale and it was not happy so I thought I would share the unhappy. 

IDK what happened here.  Maybe for whatever reason Marco couldn’t use his dimensional scissors to find Star and he spent the entire summer looking for her. 
Star got in a big battle with Toffee some place in Mewni and barely escaped with her life… and that’s when Marco finally manages to find her.  Disheveled and hurt, but alive. 


Also I’m gonna fucking fight Sir for telling Izuku that Mirio should have been All Might’s successor like?? FUCK YOU BUDDY?? YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW HIM???? YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S BEEN THROUGH?????


Ok, after 3 days of work, (with breaks and school in mind of course) I’ve FINALLY finished this. This is to show my appreciation for all of these users, for being the best!

Here are the lovelies’ objectsonas/object ocs from top left to the bottom:

Mae from Night in the Woods (represents Nik but I don’t know their tumblr)

Pitcher- @mochazuki

Flowerpot- @undeaddog

Diospyro kaki (Persimmon)- @kimboster

Sketchbook- Me

Hourglass- @ii-hath-consumed

Egg- @gethacoolshoeshine

Lava lamp- @icemintfreeze

Book/King- @transrollcake

Glue- @papiomikes–warehouse (oc)

MP3 player- @zealzealous

Diffy the defuser- @wubwubwoobs

Camera Obscuro- @redmist108

Book(?)- @thanksdunkel

Hat/Top hat (is supposed to represent @toonirl, but I didn’t know what their objectsona was)

Moon (is supposed to represent @plantaplants, couldn’t find their oc)

Jaw- @squidplzplz

Finder- @papiomikes–warehouse (objectsona)

Mushroom- @gameover101 (I couldn’t find an oc or objectsona from them so I just took their hat and turned it into an object)

Ink well- @toonirl (past objectsona)

Tea bag- @mmahinadraws

Tarot deck- @plantaplants

Edit: Gave credit to transrollcake

Edit 2: Gave credit to kimboster

Writing multiple fics like...
  • Me: *writing new fic - really in the zone* Wow, this is coming along nicely. Actually, this part reminds me of... *remembers scene from another show*
  • Brain: Oh! Hey! Hey! Remember how you started a fic for that?! You should write it!
  • Me: Yeah, I really should...
  • Brain: Now! You need to write it now!
  • Me: What? Now? But... but, this fic?
  • Brain: Write the other one!
  • Me: But... I'm doing so well with this one...
  • Me: *opens other fic, full of fear and guilt* Okay.

the moral of this story is “i make up new aus when i get stuck in Songs for Bitter Children.” i’m not even going to apologize, i’m just going to blame Swan. (fair warning: if for some reason you dislike kitsune, go no further.)

Let’s get something straight: Hercules Mulligan is Irish, and he knows faeries.

His Gran taught him the signs, told him the rules. Don’t give your true name to strangers; a favor holds more value than cash; when in doubt, look at their shadow. Others might call it superstition, but Gran’s advice has kept him out of trouble, the kind he doesn’t cause on his own.

At least, it has until this evening. Because the kid on his doorstep is most certainly faerie.

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  • me: -beating that lil shit with a broom- NOT!! WITH!! THAT!! ATTITUDE!! JUST!! KEEP!! WORKING!! HARD!!