He Felt Ill. He Felt Cold. He Didn’t Feel Anything At All. The Mystic Spear He’d Taken From The Hidden

OK I REALLY LIKE HOW IT TURNED OUT-

And there it is! This was my first time doing anything like this and honestly not only was it lots of fun, but the response was amazing! I was really surprised at how much people liked it. It’s a little late unfortunately, but that’s what I get for taking on something this big haha.

I wanted to take on this topic for week two because for a long time Stanley didn’t have anyone he could look to to protect him. The authority figures in his life treated him like garbage, and no one ever spoke on his behalf or intervened. Not even when his teacher bad mouthed him directly to his family’s face. The fact that a teacher could speak about him that way to his parents without any hesitation is horrifying. It’s no wonder Stanley has self esteem issues.

I went with the idea of using the tattoo because Ford would essentially be taking a scar that represents a particularly painful memory in their history, and turning it into a symbol of protection and family, mimicking their relationship in the show. You can’t erase the scars of your past, but you can change how you view them.

I’m thinking I might start doing more comics in the future, since I ended up enjoying it more than I thought I would. Thank you very much for reading my comic!

Part 1, Part 2

Oh damn 👀

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Delirious’ laugh 🤧

Well well. After a long hiatus, new pages of Instinct are here. I know I shouldn't have to apologize for not posting new pages in so long but I can't help but feel bad. Hopefully I'll get the motivation to make more. For now, enjoy TwT

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Request - First Kiss , I didn’t know the type that was hoped for so I made my own , I still hope its good hehe

Aww

Redraw of this glorious scene from avatar: x

You know what boy they’re talking about ;D (or not)

I apologise thoroughly for the bad handwriting

Reincarnation au

Potatoes ( Or how Tyler got a black eye)

A/N: So, funny story. I want to write 1 one shot each day, so today I asked my friend, @abanime-zuki , for a story prompt. She just looked at me and said “ Potato”. So that’s my story prompt. Please enjoy XD

Ship: Daithidewildcat

Warnings: cursing

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When Tyler walked through the front door, he was met with blaring music and the smell of cooking food. Smiling to himself, he kicked off his shoes and made his way toward the kitchen where he knew his beautiful Irish boyfriend would be making dinner.

When Tyler entered the kitchen he was pleased to see Nogla standing at the sink with his back to the door. As the Irishman sways his hips to the music, Tyler crept up behind him and wrapped his arms around the man’s middle.

Though Tyler wasn’t expecting to be hit in the face with a potato as a result.

“Ahh fuck!” He screeched as pain exploded from his left eye, blinding him momentarily. Stumbling back, Tyler pressed his hand against his eye and let out a string of curses.

“What the hell David!?” Tyler yelled when a pair of hands gripped his face and pried his hand away from his eye. A blurry Nogla came into view as he tried to open both watering eyes.

“Well, if ya hadn’t snuck up on meh, I wouldn’t ‘ave hit ch’a; now would I ‘ave?” Nogla snapped, tilting Tyler head side to side gently, to better examine the now black eye. “Stop bein’ a little bitch an’ hold stil!”

“Well let me hit you in the face with a fucking potato and see how you act!” Tyler growled, turning his head away, rubbing the wetness from his eyes.

“ Stop it ya idiot, ya gonna make it worse than it already is.” Nogla said, gently turning Tyler’s face back toward him. “ Put some ice on it, so it don’t swell. Then go sit down till I finish dinner, I’ll look at it more after.” Tyler nodded and did as Nogla suggested,

but not before slapping the man’s rear as payback.

“ Go sit in da damn living room ya American fuck boy!” He shouted, face turning a deep shade of red as he quickly turned back to finish the food so it wouldn’t burn.

Tyler snorted, grinning to himself as he sat on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table and pressing the ice pack to his eye.

“ Whatever, you love me either way you Irish bitch.”

“ Sadly,” was the reply from said Irish man.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot and please thank @abanime-zuki for the prompt again because I honestly love what I just created XD.

I hope you all have a fantastic day! Until tomorrow!

*Branch, Ablaze, Hype, and Trickee sitting around in the bunker*

Boom *walks in*: If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands

*nobody clapping*

Boom: Dang, you all are depressed as heck.

Branch: You didn’t clap either

Boom: Shut up.