... I Don't Know Why I Love Seeing Pics Of These Two Asleep Together So Much.

Random LMK thoughts

So, I've been randomly thinking about a particular episode from LMK.

Shadow play

Particularly Mac's story of Wukong seemingly killing him.

And, I can't decide if the story is the truth.

Why you may ask?

Because we only ever really get Mac's side.

While Wukong does seem to have guilt related to Mac, there is one thing he never does. Tell his precise relations and back story with Mac. We only ever hear this story from Mac and Wukong only ever really says he and Mac use to be friends (as indicated in the scroll Brotherhood banquet scene) or rivals.

We only ever hear about Mac's death from the monkey himself initially, and later from Lady Bone Demon. As far as I know even Tang did not know about Mac having any relation to Wukong till he met him the first time. So the Six Eared Marquis must have never been mentioned in their version of the Journy to the West.

But, if the battle had been so major, why was it not a part of the journey's story in their universe?

If I had to guess, 3 major things come to mind for why.

The battle happened in seclusion and even the pilgrim's and gods didn't know what happened, and with Wukong being silent no one wrote about this event.

Something led to all accounts of Wukong and Mac's relations and battle being struck from the record.

The battle was not a major battle or was deemed to personal to Wukong by the group and it was never talked about. Which lead to it never being mentioned in legend.

All 3 are viable reasons, But all 3 put forth a problem of whether Wukong actually killed Mac. Why? Because Wukong's guilt could just be related to him hurting Mac instead of killing him or, just as likely, leaving Mac alone unconscious and unable to defend himself.

And what imagery I can find of Mac's scar (because the man seems to have a constant glamor up) Indicated it was more likely a sword or sharp slash wound than a blunt force skull crunch that did the damage.

And with Mac's story indicating Wokong was using the golden staff or the Ruyi Jingu Bang a slash wound would not make sense.

As such, I would like to say Mac is lying, or at least lying in the sense that he does not know the truth.

I think, Wukong possibly knocked Mac out and left him where he was before continuing the journey. And then, someone else came along and decided to use Mac as a puppet by lying to him. After all, we don't know when Wukong's group dealt with the Lady Bone Demon, so, if it happened after Wukong's battle with Mac and the false Mayor and LBD's spirit could show Mac a false set of events. (which she has been shown to manipulate people mentally). Then she could stage it like Wukong killed Mac and she revived him while leaving a bit of herself in him like she did with the fake mayor.

Another piece that gets me is LBD's use of those chains with a spell.

Other than the ghosts that appear at the beginning of the spell, there is no indication their chains are related to the Diern (the MLK universe's version of the underworld). The chains shown in the story Mac told don't count because we can not verify if it as the truth. Also, The ghosts could purely be related to the LBDs powers when activating the spell. Plus the ghost imagery appears also whenever she is possessing or mentally manipulating someone.

In conclusion, I don't think Wukong killed Mac, I think Mac was fed a lie about what happened and he believed it.

If this is true, then I hope either the season 4 specials or season 5 (if it happens) shows us the truth of what happened that day from Wukong's eyes.

I any case, what you all think?

The tale of two brothers and a tree that gives it's eternal gift.

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Do not forget that on March 5th, Dreamtale’s anniversary

Astronaut Aykroyd

Based off of this post by @floralflowerpower

Basically Danny changes his last name cuz science community thinks Fentons are crackpots when he goes to work for Nasa :) Also its like 1am right now so ill probably do a bit more editing in the morning

“Aykroyd.”

The administrator, Roger, raised his brow. “That’s a bit on the nose, isn’t it?”

Danny laughed. “You guys gave me permission to pick my new last name, and I pick Aykroyd.” If NASA wanted him to replace Fenton then of course Danny would have to make it fun.

Roger sighed and typed it into his computer. “If you were not such a record-breaking twat, I would have to tell you to pick something else.” He reached his hand across the table and shook Danny’s. “Congratulation Candidate Fenton, you are now Astronaut Aykroyd.” Roger frowned in disgust. “Why does it have to be an alliteration?”

“It’s fun and easier to remember,” Danny grinned and got out of his chair. “I'll take a picture of Earth and sign it for you. It’ll be worth something someday.”

Roger chuckled. “It’ll be worth something, all right.”

It didn’t take long to learn what the science community thought of his parents when he first started training. Pitiful looks and bouts of laughter when he mentioned his parents always came up.

“Dam, the crackpot scientists had a kid. Hopefully, they didn’t fill your head too much with all that ghost stuff.” An older candidate had poked fun of him. Danny learned quickly to keep his mouth shut about ghosts soon after. The Fenton name was a joke in the science communities. He didn’t quite blame NASA for asking him to change it.

NASA probably would have dropped him if it weren’t for his ghost half, funny enough. He excelled in all the physical training, speedrunning him through the ranks. The teachers had been flabbergasted when he ran the flight simulation almost perfectly. The spectra speeder was insanely close in operation, so it was like driving a new car to him. Weightlessness he mastered years ago, and strength was not a problem. The in-classroom training wasn’t that bad either. Danny was a fantastic astronaut if he did say so himself.

After his first mission, he gained a bit of a cult following. Officially, all records of NASA Danny Fenton had been changed to Danny Aykroyd. Nobody knew him as C student Fenton but instead kick-ass astronaut Aykroyd. His records were publicly available, and every mission he went on went well. So what if he used some ghostliness to keep his team safe. As far as they knew, lifting rocks that shouldn’t be humanly possible was one of those muscle flukes. Like a parent lifting a car to save their child. His team stayed safe, and that’s what mattered most.

He didn’t mind it so much that nobody knew. His parents understood and were proud of him. They kept quiet about Danny’s famous career as an astronaut, but Amity Park still knew. During the Christmas holidays last year, he saw Dash at Starbucks, who gaped at him like a fish. Danny simply raised his cup like a toast and headed back home. As long as only Amity Park knew about Danny Fenton, he would be fine. Sam’s parents had been so passive-aggressive once they realized that they couldn’t mention their connection to Danny without some NASA officials breathing down their necks. It was good, but sometimes he couldn’t miss the sadness in his parent’s eyes when they couldn’t announce their baby boy’s accomplishments to the world.

His last name went unnoticed by most. Sometimes interns and such would ask him questions, though.

“Danny Aykroyd? Like Dan Aykroyd?” Confusion and curiosity ripple their faces.

Danny would simply laugh and grin. “No, that’s the ghostbuster.” Sam and Tucker didn’t think it was as funny, unfortunately. It had grown on them the past couple of years, though. He was pretty sure he saw Tucker wearing a shirt on his Instagram one time with his response. Appropriately, the shirt was black with ‘No, that’s the ghostbuster’ written in curvy neon green letters. Danny tracked one down and posted a picture on his official account wearing it. He had to apologize for crashing the artist’s site a few hours later.

His popularity had grown to the point where people tried getting interviews with him. Danny did some after the PR team forced him to. In the first interview, he was a nervous wreck. PR never treated alternate Danny personas kindly. They got easier after a while, none were out to get him, really. Most just asked about the space stations, missions and sometimes his personal life.

Eventually, life and the PR team lead him to today’s interview. He sat backstage waiting for his cue. A blonde woman, Agatha, was a show host and begged to have him on the show. She rallied the audience up, getting them ready for his appearance.

“Now please welcome Astronaut, Danny Aykroyd!” The crowd cheered and he strolled across the stage. The lights blinded him at first, but adjusted as he took his seat on the love seat across from Agatha.

“Agatha, thanks for having me.” With a broad smile, he shook her hand.

She smiled at him devilishly. “No, thank you, Danny. Celebrities are in a thousand, but Astronauts are on in a million.”

“Don’t flatter me too much,” he laughed, “my ego can only stretch so far.” The audience laughed at his remark, along with Agatha. He was doing good.

“Now Danny, not to get personal right off the bat, but do you have a new beau by any chance.”

Great one of these kinds of interviews. He shook his head. “No.”

“Not even at home?”

“Sorry to disappoint Agatha, but my love stays for Cujo still.” He held a hand to his heart and the audience laughed again.

Agatha laughed, throwing her head back. “Not even in good old Amity Park?”

Danny’s mouth twitched. Amity Park was not allowed for questions during an interview. PR made sure of it. “No, parents would probably like me to have some secret partner stashed away though. Gotta have them grandkids, am I right.” He laughed along with the audience.

Agatha leaned forward as if she caught a canary as looked at him playfully. “Say your parents right?” Danny squirmed in the seat and his smile dropped. “As in Maddie and Jack Fenton?”

“I-”

“Is it true that your name is really Daniel James Fenton?”

“I-”

“Fenton as in the joke of the science community?”

“Agatha-”

“What was it that they study and claim is true? Do let the audience know, Mr. Aykroyd.” She leaned back in her chair with a triumphant smile. Hushed whispers aroused from the audience as Danny stayed silent. The damage was already done. Live shows were the worst.

“Paranormal studies and ecto-biology, ecto-physics, and ecto-chemistry.”

“What interesting fields of study. More of fields of fantasy, though, am I right?” A few nervous laughs came from the audience. Danny curled his hands into a fist. PR was going to kill him tomorrow.

He gave Agatha a cold glare. She immediately straightened in her seat. “I don’t take kindly to people making fun of my parents. They’re amazing scientists. Dad built a fuelless aircraft and so many gadgets ahead of our time. Mom created entirely new ways to pull things apart. Atom. By. Atom.” Agatha was beginning to look a bit scared now. Danny continued anyway and started creating an invisible clone. “Ancients even, they protected the entire town when it literally got sent to an alternate dimension. They are good people and good scientists. I don’t care what everyone else says. I know what they study is real. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’ve been to the ghost zone.” He closed his eyes and took a breath. The clone was at the lights now.

“Are you saying that you, a lead expert in space exploration and science, are endorsing the fact that the afterlife exists?” Agatha almost stumbled over her words. The crowd was silent.

Danny stood up from the love seat and glared at the camera. “Yes, and this interview is over.” The lights shut off, and the crown gasped with a few screams. Danny turned invisible and made his way out through the chaos of the crowd.

“Take back your statement,” Rodger demanded. “We can’t have you claiming that crackpot theories are real.” Danny felt like a child being scolded.

“This is a mess, Danny. The community is baffled and questioning whether you should still keep your job. The public is looking into your high school life too.” The PR head said worriedly. Danny cringed at the mention of high school.

“I guess they don’t want a delinquent C student, who believes in the supernatural leading up NASA missions, huh?”

“No Danny. They saw how cold you were last night, too. How can they trust you if you’ve secretly been a homewrecker all this time?”

“At least people get the joke behind Aykroyd now,” he said quietly. Well, some of the joke.

“Danny!” Roger sighed. “You’ve always been so adamant about finding proof before we make claims. Why does the supernatural not follow this?”

“I’ve seen proof-” he is proof-” that ghosts exist.”

“Danny, if your parents are telling you one thing from birth, of course you’re going to see proof. Confirmation bias.” Roger explained.

“No, Roger, it’s not that. There is a portal to hell in my basement Roger, my basement!” Danny stood up from his chair.

“Danny-”

“No-” he turned to the PR head- “If I can prove ghosts are real, can I keep my job? Ancients, I swear the job can be easier if I provide proof.”

The PR looked at their tablet and shrugged. “Maybe, it would have to be right away, though. No time to pull together some gimmick.”

“Good.”

“Danny, think about what you’re doing. You're risking your career,” Roger tried to reason.

Danny laughed. “No, Roger, even if NASA does fire me, I have other things to do. But-” he let the cool wrings wash over him- “I know what I am and that I exist.”

Roger and the PR head shut up after that. Their jaws hung open and stared at him, flabbergasted.

"There is this proof enough?"

So cute! I want to read something were Night has to do this now.

I also find it interesting that killer and Cross are the only two who kept something close to their normal clothes. I can under why they had to find something for Error, I mean, so tinny. But I am guessing for Horror and Dust it's because he needs to be able to tell each of them apart at a glance and Killer threw a fit not wanting to change into different clothes.

This was the last bit of art for 2020. It was for a secret santa that a bunch of my friends were a part of. I was lucky enough to get @sirsen​ ! I couldn’t choose one so I drew all of the babybones with Nightmare. Originally, it was going to be Twas the Night Before Christmas, but realizing they are all “bad sans”, the Grinch felt more appropriate.

Also just, his face cracks me up (removed overlays etc so easier to see)

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Sometimes people come from some place different.

Sometime they can't understand.

Sometimes they are going though problems.

Sometimes they need a hand.

In any case, they always need a friend.

Sketch Commission | Rooftop Heroes

For RedStarryNight on dA of his idea for a Miraculous Ladybug/Danny Phantom crossover! Here’s a snippet he wrote to create the atmosphere for this piece:

“Chat Noir doesn’t know where their new friend comes from. He speaks no French–when he speaks at all, fades into the air after every shining butterfly flaps away, and as they discover when they have to help him stagger away from one particularly onerous fight, he’s apparently sleeping in the dark corners of Paris’s opera house, or meditating among the skeletons in the catacombs.

Wherever he comes from, he’s obviously fleeing it–and dying with every step away from home.

Chat’s heart bleeds for his new friend; beaten down as he is, this Phantom still shrugs off his cares and heartache to help them protect Paris. Ladybug agonizes over Phantom; she wants to help–they both do–but Phantom only smiles and shakes his head. But at least it IS a smile.

So, they seek him out. Talk to him. Treat him like a friend (because he is). Like they’re happy he’s there (because they are). They bring him food, tell him about their days and their adventures. He doesn’t send them away, and sometimes he laughs. Someday soon, they’ll know what they can do; being heroes, they’re always happy to save someone.”

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Ok, I like the QSMP, and I've been watching it from Phil and recently Tubbo's point of view, and what I can say about the current goings on of the events today is that it feels... Sad and sour.

Let me explain, it is sad because the eggs are gone in such a way that there is no clue if they will return. It is sad because we can see all the people on the server, new and old, deeply love the eggs and were desperately looking for answers. It is sad because there are no clues of what is currently happening.

I say this is also sour because there are completely no leads at the end of all streams today and Cucarucho, and by extension the Federation, tried to push the people (or at the least Tubbo) to go back about their daily lives like the eggs don't matter.

That is what is sour. The federation is treating the eggs like they are nothing. Like they don't matter, and people should be happy and go about their daily lives without these sweet characters that the people know so well. This is sour because there are no clues on what happened; we are ambiguous on whether the Eggs are alive, and we have no clues on what happened to them. Their beds are still there and have each egg that was still "alive"'s identifier item on them. It makes us ask questions and worry. But a good cliffhanger shouldn't leave the watchers or characters with 0 clues of what is going on or what will happen next. Even in real-life stories with cases like this, there are at least clues on what might have happened, something to start an investigation, even if it goes cold. In this case, there is none of that. All we and the SMP members have is the knowledge that something happened to the eggs between Thursday and today and that something happened to further crack the eggs between Wednesday and Thursday. We don't even know if any of this was the Federation's doing or not; the last time the Federation messed with the eggs, they made it clear something was going to happen; this time, there was no warning, and they blatantly refused to answer questions or deal with anything "illegal" that was going on directly. They were blatantly ignoring the player's request for any information at all, even when Tubbo held Cucarucho at none answer point. That all feels sour and makes my ambivalence for the federation turn entirely to "I will anarchist against the federation and fully support Phil Lamanberging the island."

And I sincerely hope that answers will come before the federation realizes they have angered the people they kidnapped enough that the "world eater" Tubbo tried to build, was small talk in comparison to the Lamanhole or 2B2T's spawn chunks.

Unless they want to turn the whole server to adventure mode, they better give some answers, because I will fully support the call for blood the crows and other chats will call for.

I love this, because it feels to true withing the Minecraft multiverse.

[attempts to communicate my mulitverse spanning species lore]

ah damn it i've just made more inhuman keralis propaganda

Wow! People are really getting into "Our Tangled Web" and I am loving it!

.:~Ink’s Sketchbook “Error #2″~:.

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tfw a chapter of your current favorite fan fic has a part where the characters are looking through a sketchbook and it lists a bunch of sketch descriptions and you go like “challenge accepted”.

Okay, so no one was actually challenging me, but it was free drawing prompts and it felt like the universe was daring me so I immediately jumped for it.

I like Error’s hobo outfit much more, but since the Ink in the story has known Error for about a thousand years and has nine total sketchbooks full of nothing but the glitchy cutie pie plus another 6 full of Ruru erotica I figure in “Error #2″ he’d have his classic outfit.

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Page 1

“A collection of Error’s face with varying expressions…”

Hate the top left expression.  Looks weird, but since it was my first go drawing an Error face without a reference I feel I can forgive myself for that.  Hate the bottom right expression too but only because that peaceful face doesn’t feel like Error.  And because I couldn’t figure out how to do peaceful with a Sans mouth.  It was my first attempt for Page 5 and in the end I admitted that I just don’t have the expression skills needed to pull what I wanted off for that picture.  It was still a nice looking face though so I included it in Page 1.

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Page 2

“Error scowling on his bean bag with his game boy. Error arguing with a less distinct other person.” 

My favorite page!  These prompts were the most fun to draw.  Error makes for the most adorable grump and I love him for it. <3 The “less distinct other person” is an Anonymous voice!  I thought the idea of Error feeding a troll to be hilarious and ran with it.  At least one of them seems like they’re having a good time. xD

Also, fuck the paper I drew these on.  The book has some pages that are colored grey instead of white and that messes with things.  Gave the drawings a dark tint that I can’t do anything about, so I’m a bit salty about that.

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Page 3

“A notable one of Error standing as if in triumph over the viewer of the image, one fist clenched and pulling a collection of strings taught.”

Not exactly how I first pictured it but it will do.  Also I forgot that Error was supposed to be standing instead of kneeling until I was pretty much finished with it.  Oops.

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Page 4

“Error laughing, hands in pockets, as an arrow labelled Killer pointed down into a collection of muck and marsh plants.”

So. I drew all of these sketches in my 365 drawing book.  You know, the one with the ruled lining in it because it’s supposed to be a book for writing prompts.

So imagine me, initially thinking I’d just draw a few plants, getting carried away and drawing the whole dang swamp, and then realizing when I was done that I was going to have to edit out all those damn lines.  I went “oh fuck” and then proceeded to spend two hours on clean up for this sketch alone.  Cleaning up each sketch already took a long time so holy hell.

Oh well, at least it looks neat.  Just wish Killer’s booty didn’t get lost in all the details. :(

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“Finally, Ink stopped on a page near the end that had clearly been looked at a lot. The top corner was a little crumpled and dog-eared as if Ink fiddled with that section of the paper often. This one was of Error smiling. Not the smirking grin, not his crazy smile, but his normal smile. The one usually only seen in private by very few beings. Ink smiled back at it. The image had been delicately painted with watercolors making it even softer than the expression had been.”

*flips a table*

Could have been better. Could have been worse. I found a great digital watercolor tutorial but in the end I still didn’t know what I was doing.  Maybe someday I’ll try redoing this when I level up my arting skills but for now it looks nice, it looks soft, it fits the prompt, I’m done.

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Whew… well that’s one big project done.  A major “Our Tangled Web” itch has been scratched.  Maybe now I can go back to working on some of my own stuff.  Or do fanart for other fanfics.  =w=

……………Pfffffff… yeah right, maybe.  We’ll see how long I last. xD

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“Our Tangled Web” by: @raithwin and @avatarkayla

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Error © @loverofpiggies Ink(’s hands) © @comyet

He good papa

Papa exdee and baby dream pls!!!! 🙏🏽😭

Ah yes! Sorry~ didn't mean to deprive you of the babs. So when I say that Exdee was a hands on dad - I sure do mean it. For the first bit of Dream's existence he did not leave his father's side. He's a bit of a papa's boy because of that, and when he goes under the care of the Endermen it was a bit of an adjustment, poor thing had separation axienty for a hot bit. Till Exdee explained (in age appropriate words) that he is the End and that he's never actually too far away. Dream holds that close while he's living with Techno and then later on with Phil - unfortunately papa's a little further away this time.

small rant but i sometimes think it’s kind of strange how dark sonic or fleetway super sonic have taken the spot of darkspine personality wise

probably because barely anyone played secret rings including myself but eh

because like. in animations or fics or fangames or whatever it is..

if the creator needs some darker variant of Sonic or some edgy super sonic form they just yoink Dark Sonic or Fleetway and it’s just. why??

it’s honestly dark sonic that baffles me more because it’s just (no hate to dark sonic i love him)

he got like less than a minute of screentime while Darkspine is the conclusion to an entire game?? and he has way more personality and interesting backstory put into him than just fake chaos emeralds

but instead he’s just another form that people slap into sprite animations or “ew why does he have his hands and feet out”

honestly the only reason i can think of that he’s not used is because it’s hard to slip the world rings into a story which is just kind of lame to me

anyway. i love all of the evil sonic forms no hate to any of them i just wish they were more of a trio instead of just dark sonic or fleetway on occasion