When it was revealed in @zarla-s’ handplates that Doctor Gaster was using the bros’ plates to track them, some folks wondered if they couldn’t just remove their hands to avoid detection when they escape. This comic shows why that would be a terrible idea, but let’s just handwave that for a minute and imagine what would happen if that plan actually worked. I just kept getting this scene in my head and cracking up so I had to draw it. Where did Sans even learn that gesture…
I’m sure if Papyrus had thought of it, he would’ve fashioned his hand into a thumbs up to show there’s no hard feelings. :P
(Alright, here it is. The unedited, unfinished mer!Stiles fic. Warnings include: assholes, angst, violence, people being specist, and references to canon deaths.)
Their journey begins with the usual amount of pomp and ceremony expected for a trade ship.
It’s the Triskelion’s forty second voyage from the colder, northern channels of Bæyan to the warm waters of Coca-Machu, and the crew means to make it a good one. Nothing too dangerous—they’re going to actually try trading this time—and everything will go smoothly. Even the weather has been fair to them since they left Port Duke with the morning tide. Many of the crew had waved goodbye to the few friends they’d made over the years, and perhaps a few enemies too. Others were more than glad to leave the port as quickly as they did.
I really want to talk about the conclusion of the Lost Children arc, and Jill’s importance as a character.
One thing I see a lot of Berserk fans wish for is that the series could go back to the darker tones of arcs like Lost Children, the latter half of the Golden Age, and of course, the Black Swordsman arc. But the lighter mood is something that’s actually been developing since the manga’s beginning - it’s been gradual but it’s been consistent, and all the different characters Guts has encountered on his travels have been meeting better and kinder fates. Colette died horribly and had her corpse desecrated, then Vargas died cleanly and with hope of being avenged, then Theresia survived and carried physical and psychological scars as the price…and now Jill lives too; not undamaged, but she makes it out clean and strong and hopeful. And even though the Lost Children arc contains piles of dead children and shows Guts at one of his lowest points morally, this is the moment where the light breaks through at last.
And Jill is the character who brings this light into the story, and an incredible amount of hope too.
“We’re the forgotten kids of Willow Isles.” - Carina Way aka Lost
Meet my characters from a story I’m actually writing when not posting on tumblr lol. Made them as sims to test out how I think they’d look. @cat-nerd-sims‘s riverdale posts made me wanna try this so I did xD
From left to right: Isabell ‘Wishes’ Jole, Devon ‘Wolf’ Hedrick, Lloyd ‘Junior’ Patrick Jr., and Carina ‘Lost’ Way.
“Brrrr, it’s really freezing out there!”, your boyfriend said, shaking off tiny bits of snow from his dark hair.
It really was cold out, and it was snowing…Snowing in March. Absolutely ridiculous, you thought. All you wanted was the sweet warmth of spring to come and envelope you immediately, but until then Jun was your source of warmth and you were his.
You followed him into the comfort of your apartment, holding onto his hand.
“I’ll make us some tea, okay?” you smiled and pecked him on the lips a couple of times.
He flashed you one of his sweetest smiles in return and took off his coat, hanging it up on one of the wall hooks.
“I’ll help,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You shook your head quietly and continued fiddling with the tea bags, while Jun refused to let go of you, following you around the small kitchen like a little kid.
With his chin now buried in the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “I’m still cold.”
“Tea’s almost ready,” you said and turned to ruffle his hair lightly.
“No,” he mumbled again, this time raising his head to meet your eyes. “Your lips are really warm.”
A puzzled look washed over you, “M-my lips? Are warm?” You didn’t even notice the shade of red that burned on your cheeks. Somehow Jun always had a way with words that would leave you speechless and blushing.
He grinned and nodded in return, turning you to face him.
“Can I just kiss you a couple more times? I promise I’ll feel warmer then.”
You shook your head, letting out a little laugh, before placing your lips onto his.
In a few moments, he pulled back. With a giant smirk on his lips, he said, “Way better than any tea.”