All shall love me and despair!
18 year old girl from DenmarkI'm here for my fandoms and all the beautiful art out there.
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About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty knew that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tail.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
OH MY LORD HELP
I can’t breathe
friedns
too much sadstuck theories and posts on my dash so i tried to happy
(Okay I give up, no matter how many times and forms I’ve tried to export it. youtube streched this goshdarned video, - even though I managed that all of my players on my laptop don’t. :T)
Anyways, this is the result of last week. I was kind of having a hard time to put my ass back to animate, so every day, I added a little piece for this audio. I would love to add decent animation and lipsync for this, but it depends hella a lot about other external factors - such as freetime, for example. Apparently, it looks more like an animatic than a real animation, but I hope it’s still enjoyable for you guys!
Voices made by Cancerousuniverse and Totalspiffage
In the land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel
Living in the garden of evil
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
vidya games.
omg Jason is either saying to himself “i’m sick of this shit” or he’s concentrating REALLY HARD to win
Omg. Damian strangling Tim with the controller! Perfect.
Tatterhood! A comic adaptation of the Norwegian fairytale written by Shaggy Shanahan and drawn by Katie (me!)
The print version is available in the “Cautionary Fables and Fairy Tales” comic anthology edited by Kel McDonald.
