The year’s over and I’m hoppin on the bandwagon. I’ve always wanted to do one of these so let’s see how it goes (if you don’t see your name here I probably messed up because Idk what im doing also tumblr is broken af)
First off thank all of you so much for making this year so great. I’ve been on tumblr for about 7 years and this has been one of the best! I hit 7k and made some amazing friends so let’s honor them!
Mutuals, Everyone’s my fave why else would they be on the list?
Le Squad (AKA the reason why 2016 was so great and made me insane):
Hoppin’ on the pokemon variations bandwagon. Here are some of my contributions to the tag. (Excuse my sh*tty drawing. I’m a little rusty)
The standard Honedge is the most common.
The Gladius Honedge is often found in the ruins of of old coliseums or gladiator arenas. If a killed gladiator’s spirit is strong enough, it will latch onto the sword that he was killed with and seek revenge on his opponent. Gladius Honedge are more aggressive than a standard Honedge.>
The Katana Honedge is rare as it can only be found near the bodies of slain samurai or ronin. The samurai’s spirit will latch on to its sword after death. Retaining its principles and loyalty to the way of the samurai, Katana Honedge are passive and will only attack when they are in danger or if disrespected.
The Falchion Honedge is less common than the standard honedge but can be found almost anywhere there are Honedge too. Is easily a more powerful variant than the standard honedge, but is also slower and posseses a weak spot as it is only a single edged sword.
- An old fisherman once told you, “When you wander these woods, it’s like being lost in your own soul.” Maybe that’s why you feel dead eyes watching you from behind the trees.
- Visitors complain that the sun rarely unveils itself from the clouds and mist, and you laugh quietly. The fools. They do not understand that there are certain things not meant to be seen by the light of day.
- The morning fog slowly covers your campsite. When it dissipates, your friend’s tent is missing. How many came on this camping trip? it was always one, wasn’t it? …Wasn’t it?
- The mountain is out. It is closer today. Try not to wonder how many homes it had to swallow to get there.
- The crows gather on the trees and buildings. You start counting, 1, 2, 3, 4, but there are too many to count. They gather as one, they fly off as one. That is why they will survive and you will not. Their feathers block out the light.
- “Have you been to the Seattle Art Museum?” Someone asks. You pretend not to have heard. What a strange thing to hear from one of the exhibits.
- At the farmer’s markets, there is a reason we are drawn to vintage furniture, scarves, jewelry. Things that hold so many memories always have space for a few more secrets.
- The ocean bores holes through the cliffs, crushes stones beneath its waves. It will erode you, too, given enough time.
- The streets of Seattle are built on the bones of a much older city. And beneath that, a city older still.
- The sheds on the interstate are an admission that we cannot hold back the encroaching snow. "Hazardous conditions for travelers", the signs say. "Warning! Collapsing snowfields". When and if you emerge from the pass, will you still be the same person who went in?
Sketch dump–literally, it’s trash worthy–of a bunch of fallout OCs and Hancock. Complimentary back view of a bald dude in a birthday hat (fuggin brought on by that damned jelly bean song from the fuxedos, demented as hell, and yet it STILL gives me an Ohrwurm. Argh. WHY.)
Ocs in no particular order: Lee, Kate the thief–and her dad–Harry the ghoul, Gramma Paige, and some mercenary I am working on.
: ) Yeah, I’m totally hoppin’ on that OC ghoul bandwagon.