So I have seen some challenges based on months, mainly on @xtaleunderverse and @loverofpiggies so I have decided to make a challenge for my darling daughter (since she calls me Mop mum on stream) @xedramon
So here we go, the Maytal Challenge! Fatal Error belongs to @xedramon, Cross belongs to @jakei95, Geno, Error and Fresh all belong to @loverofpiggies. Make sure to credit the owners of any characters you draw (and credit me for making the challenge), and make sure you use the tag Maytal_Challenge so that both myself and the creators of these characters can find your attempts at the challenge.
Fatal be Cray Day! It’s Bank Holiday Monday, and
Fatal does NOT like Mondays. Draw a Crazy Fatal_Error! Anything will do!
How would Fatal react to Cross and his recent
transformation? (See Underverse 0.3)
It’s Mop Mother’s birthday, and Fatal has had a
little too much snowcone syrup! Draw something to represent this!
May the forth be with Fatal Blog! Celebrate the
Grey text day! Speculate who/what the voice is,
perhaps even draw them!
Say what? Fatal’s freaking out, draw him
What if Fatal actually DID find his Papyrus?
CPAU Fatal. Go wild!
Fatal meets Kid!Fatal!
What would Fatal dream about?
Fatal in your favourite AU – let’s hope he
leaves it in a better state than Outertale eyyyyyyy!
Fatal in your favourite game – let’s hope he
doesn’t glitch out your save.
Human Fatal. Have fun!
Who would Fatal consider as his family?
AuntXed – how to deal with a glitching ball of
anxiety and cuteness.
Fatal finds Error. On a scale of ‘glitchy mess’
to *warning system error* how doomed are our computers and eyes for this fight?
The Peeper. Fatal finds the UVStudio. What does
Movie night! Draw Fatal’s reaction to a movie!
What’s Fatal’s Pokemon team?
Fatal’s reaction to Nintendo Switch and the red
and blue controllers.
(I have a lot of feelings about the fact that Captain Hook gave Snow and Charming safe passage aboard the Jolly Roger before Emma was born in 6x20 and they were all still under the singing enchantment at the time)
The princess was with child.
It hadn’t been obvious at first, her garments loose enough to conceal the swell of her belly beneath the folds of leather as snowy white as her famed complexion. He’d heard the tales, he knew them on sight from the moment they stepped into the tavern while he watched unseen from the shadows. Captain Hook had no time for anything but his vengeance, but he was an observant man and he noted the way she rested her hand on the babe within when the bargain was struck between them. He’d had an urge to hold a knife to her throat and demand the Dark One be delivered to him at once, deal be damned, their quarrel with the Evil Queen was none of his concern and he’d waited so long (too long) to skin himself a crocodile…but even he was not so far gone as to threaten a pregnant woman and risk her miscarrying on the deck of his ship.
There was blood enough on his hand already.
The moon was bright over the wine-dark sea and the stars were like the diamonds he’d spurned as payment. He held their course steady, sailing the Jolly through the treacherous waters that led to the queen’s castle. It was a journey of only one night, but the nights were long when his bed was empty and the space in his chest where his heart should be ached for what was lost so long (too long) ago. The refrain echoed on the wind as the song refused to fade, whatever enchantment had befallen the land followed them out to sea and with the crash of the waves on the hull he kept singing low under his breath, “Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”
She came up on deck, alone, her tall, blond prince still tucked away down below. The few crew still awake gave her a wide berth, Captain Hook had promised the princess safe passage, and safe passage was what she would get, she was in no danger from his men. Her long dark hair reminded him of another woman, another time, another life, when he’d loved and been loved, a man instead of a villain, Killian instead of Hook. When happiness had been his for the taking and the horizon was full of promise, new adventures waiting to be discovered.
“Until that croc destroyed my life and filled me with hate unabating,”
It roared in his ears so loud that it almost drowned out the sweet sound that had the rest of the men all turning to look, heads cocked and old memories making hard faces soft, for a moment.
Snow White was singing to her child.
A mother’s lullaby, a promise to “My darling daughter so fair, so beloved you are, with my smile and your father’s hair.”
Hook felt his shoulders hunch under the heavy leather, turning the collar up to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. He had no time for this, no space for softness in a hard world when all that mattered was the destiny waiting for him just over the horizon.
“Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”
“And her name is the song in our hearts, the melody of the love that will always be true. With our daughter’s fate at stake.”
Their voices mixed on the wind as the sails snapped and the ship rode the waves, rising and falling like the music that continued to play across the stars.
Look, if the only thing you have to say about shojo is “it’s abusive and bad” and the only thing you have to say about manga written by LGBT people is… well, nothing, while you’re scrambling desperately to argue that your newest favorite moe anime is So Progressive and even Revolutionary, I’m not going to take you seriously.
Those are the lay of the land.
P.S. Also this latest trend of “josei is like shojo… but GOOD” needs to stop, since if you actually had access to the general output of josei in Japan and/or you took off your “this is new to me and therefore awesome” rose-colored goggles you’d realize that josei can be just as awful as any other demographic, and also if you think it’s feminist to generalize wildly about the qualities of shojo in order to shit on it, you’re sadly mistaken.
Asexual Awareness Week Day 1: A canonically asexual character | Liraz, Daughter of Smoke and Bone
She had said she didn’t feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one thing she was certain, and it was that she could never love, not like that. Trust a stranger with her flesh? The closeness, the quiet. She couldn’t imagine it. Breathing someone else’s breath as they breathed yours, touching someone, opening for them? The vulnerability of it made her flush. It would mean submission, letting down her guard, and she wouldn’t. Ever. Just the thought made her feel small and weak as a child—and Liraz did not like to feel small and weak.
“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep.
When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl?
When you see how slow I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way… remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through.
If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you.
And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked.
When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love.
I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you… my darling daughter.”