Ok, I Love This Idea.

Ok, this is just cute.

old enderwalk comic (enderwalk ranboo would never hurt micheal that’s just a fact)

A tale worth telling to all.

Just an idea I got for the beast from Over the Garden Wall.

in a loose fairytale stye.

- art by zelda c.w.

**I thought i should include the title of OTGW somewhere, so I revised the words to the last panel…  (although the first version was reblogged so many times already…Orz )

Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!

Umm...

Ok, adorable .

I've seen a post about Grian bringing Jellie to every season of Hermitcraft for Scar, and I wrote this without any thought behind it. I just started typing without thinking.

The season of Hermitcraft had come to an end. Scar said goodbye to Jellie, his precious cat who always seemed to find her way to him every season since. He always gave Grian weird theories about how Jellie did it, though Grian knew how she was traveling between seasons. In fact, he had a hand in it. Every season since meeting Scar and Jellie.

Seeing their bond made him smile. Like how he felt with any pesky bird he would have friended in the past. So he had decided that when a new season begins, he would retrieve the previous incarnation of that furry feline friend his fellow hermit loved so much, and bring her to her owner.

Like a broken clock that is right only twice a day, Grian would go to ask Xisuma for access to the previous season when everyone else would be offline or asleep. At this point though, he wouldn't even need to ask anymore. Xisuma would give the Watcher a knowing look and sigh before handing the access over. It was just a formality but now it was tradition. Asking for access.

The Watcher would enter the world full of nostalgic memories and collect the precious cargo, cradling it as he adjusted a small cloak around her neck to keep her protected from the travel to the new world. "Scar will be very happy to see you again Jellie, and remember our deal." He said softly with a smile.

Jellie, nuzzling in his arms, let out an all-knowing mreow that said, "Not a word to him." Grian opened a familiar rift and pulled the mask over the feline's eyes before stepping through. In the new world, where Jellie's collar had gone, she was set down with care and given extra pats. The cloak and mask taken off, revealing her pretty fur coat once more.

Then she was left, around in the woods or villages, knowing her owner or his friends would find her again and bring her home. All the while Grian watches, smiling at the warming scene. Listening to Scar's theories once again. His eyes meet the small cat's and they share a smile, and a knowing gleam.

It's simply a cat and her owner being reunited, seemingly to no end.

Well, this is interesting.

The Cats Favorite Toy p.2 Final

I can tell so much about you by what you've left unsaid...

Ink leaned back in his old rocking chair, listening to the old, beaten wood creak with the stretch of new pressure. He always used it whenever he couldn't sleep, when insomnia hit him hard, stapling his eyes open, making his body toss and turn, but tonight was different. No, tonight wasn't a night where he drew something and still had the energy for new pieces, but he had to go meet up with the Star Sanses in the morning, when he had just watched a fight in another au and was still riled up, tonight was worse.

Tonight was worry

There was a tightness in the painters chest that refused to go away. It made his hands shake, trembling in place, twitching every now and again from being so cramped. It made his stomach feel tight and knotted, the bitter taste of acid rising in his throat now and again, though he forced it back down. Sure, he was used to puking up Ink, but not real food. What food would even come up? He hasn't had the motivation to eat, it took a lot out of him to even roll out of bed this morning, but he knew that Error needed to be taken care of. Its not like skeletons needed to eat, even though it did strengthen their stanima, so he was just fine without it, and if that meant losing all his energy, so be it.

Ink looked across the room to the couch, Errors unconscious form bundled up in blankets and wires, pumping medicine into his soul that Sci had recommended. The glitchs break down made his core weak and cracked, so Ink had to keep a close eye on his chest. Not to mention the physical damage, a sprained ankle and chips among his skeleton from the rock fall. Being in the snow, in soaking wet clothes for hours on end, also gave Error a nasty case of frostbite. The tips of his bones, his toes and fingers, bits of rib and neck, they were all stained a bright pink color, swollen and sore. Ink had always found the others bruises interesting, how they needed to be a bright color to contrast over the dark bones. Is that why he left so many after battles? Maybe. Did that mean the guilt on his chest ever lightened? Absolutely not.

... Maybe he shouldn't have been so rough in fights. Error had already retreated down at Snowdin, but Ink was determined on having a bit more fun. Now he realized that this wasn't fun for Error, it wasn't joy he felt, it was fear. Fear of being hunted like some sort of wild animal, fear of being presented with all his failures for everyone to see, to laugh at and poke fun at for their own entertainment.

The protector takes a sip of his white paint, bouncing his knee anxiously, pumping his foot to and from the cold tiled floor. It was dulling his emotions, which he usually didn't like, but right now, he needed it. The anxiety and guilt was driving Ink insane, he felt both physically and mentally sick with the entire situation. The ticks from a clock on the wall was the only thing to keep himself grounded, each one making him flinch from the lack of background noise. Usually, he didn't even notice it, making a radio or the voices of the creators to drown it out, but now, it was like a gun being shot right next to his head, just barely missing, but still serving as a warning. Why did he even have a clock? With all the timelines and different timezones, this was a useless pice of junk. Still, it looked nice, and it made him feel like this little multiverse world had its own sense of individuality, so he kept it up. Did it even run on batteries? Or did it just hang over Ink, watching him with every click of a hand, prying into his thoughts with every tick of the minute, waiting for the artist to finally crack, to unfold just as Error did all those weeks ago.

Yeah... Weeks....

Glitchy had gone into a coma from all the cold to his body, sending him into shock. Or, at least that's what Sci said. Ink didn't really know what that meant, but it definitely wasn't good, the lack of knowledge only adding bricks to his already endless wall of anxiety.

A crash in the room almost made Ink scream in fear, though it only came out as a soft wheeze, instead gripping the arms of his rocker to try and stable himself once again. Turning his head from his hands folded on his lap, he was surprised to see Errors body... Rolled off the couch. There was a grumble from the pile as it shifted around, obviously annoyed by its prison of blankets, trying to break free, but it was kinda hard when your limbs were all numb and cramped. His counterpart rushed over to help, nearly flying out of his chair in the moment of adrenaline, pulling at the blanket until it came loose, looking down at the other

"Hey Ru... You're awake..."

Inks voice was small, something uncharacteristic for the usually annoying guardian, but the look in Errors eyes told him that things weren't all well again. The red tainted sockets looked like they were sunk into his skull, making gray bags ring around his eyes. Even though it was hard to see with the black bones, Ink could regonize it from the almost gray pupils, the usually warm color pattern drained into a ghost of once they once were, A ghost of Error. A ghost of his determined attitude, almost smug as he bickered with anyone and everyone, his pride refusing to submit into another's ideas. A ghost from his usually wide rested smile, or that jagged frown when he got upset over something small, cursing and stomping his foot like a cat who was pet at the wrong time. A ghost of the usual bright navy strings dripping down his cheeks. They weren't even glowing now, starting to mix into his skull, almost like they were invisible to his character. Ink forced himself to gulp down another bit of white paint, shuttering at the lack of taste, unlike his other vials that bursted with flavor. How long has this been piling up on Error for? The skeleton looked half dead, staring up at Ink with glossy eyelights, almost like his entire personality was broken.

The artist pulled Error back up to the couch, laying the blanket on his lap instead of bundling him up again, going to the kitchen to start up on some hot chocolate. Error always liked the food, anything chocolate really, it was like a drug to him at this point. Maybe it would cheer him up, with a bit of whipped cream and carmel draped over the top? Yeah. That sounded nice. Ink decided to make himself a mug as well, his stomach tightening from his lack of food all week.

He walked back to the couch after about 10 minutes, sighing in relief at the sight. Error had his knitting needles in his hands, strings wrapped in his fingers, making a pattern as he pulled and looped the thread. His body still looked tired, but at least he could move his fingers. At least he had the motivation to do something he loved again.

The cup of coco was set on the living room table, which was piled up with papers and art supplies, but the painter moved all that to the side, careful not to knock anything over. He was surprised that Error didn't rip up his project or destroy it as he usually did, but he could tell now wasn't the time to bright up work stuff.

Error didn't touch the coco. Not that it was stubborn and didn't want Inks help, mostly because he was too caught up in relaxing himself in his strings of fabric, letting the clock tick away. No words were exchanged, only the small background noise as Ink clicked the TV on to listen to, grabbing his notebook as well, starting to doodle things in it. It was a comfortable silence. No one moved to get away, no one bickered or screamed, the two skeletons just needed eachother right now to let the other know everything was okay, everything was normal again. In all due time, it would be, including fights and battles, the war still ranging on. But for now, it was too late to care about those things. The ticking was all that they needed to feel at peace again, relaxing in eachothers presence, letting the night soothe their souls as they enjoyed eachothers company once again

Ok, the entirety of Purgatory for the QSMP is now officially over, so I am going to talk about it and the Cucurucho streams and related media that has poped up! I'm not going to give a day to day rundown of Pergatory, so if you came for that I suggest instead going for the vods. Personally there was to much fighting, sound, and general chaos (along side the fact that the majority of the streams were long) for me to give a good recap of all the days.

However, I will give a timeline of events outside Purgatory; if you do not want to be spoiled about Cucurucho's actions or any related news, I suggest you look at the QSMP Twitter and Cucuruchos streams!

Ok, so timeline of the events on Pergatory and QSMP.

QSMP Islanders wake up on Egg island and are split into 3 teams: Bolas!?! Headed by Philza, Soulfire headed by Tubbo, and the Green Gay Ninjas headed by Etoiles. Where the teams would spend 2 weeks competing to try and save some of the eggs.

At the half way point (day 7 or 8) the Green Gay Ninjas team were eliminated, and roughly the same day we got the first of 2 streams with Cucurucho as our main actor. The stream at the beginning was just Cucurucho at his home going about his normal life outside of being in charge of the local Federation branch. However, during this we get the actual timeline of when this happened in the flow of Purgatory. The video that played while sending the islanders off the island played before Cucurucho's eyes and the bear was from the sounds of it confused on what was going on. Pointing to the fact that Cucurucho was either not kept in the loop, or that potential the broadcast was not actually the federations doing. After which Cucurucho gets an island report from a federation worker with glasses (which, cute) that points to a huge problem involving what we later learn is called the "shadow virus" before calling for a meeting with all available federation workers.

During this meeting we learn a few things (this is I no particular order). 1. The workers and guards are definitely scared from Cellbit's murder spree, but do not known it was him. 2. The coffee machine is broken and a federation worker is not happy about this fact or the fact they have to drink tea instead. 3. A worker reports that while the islanders were sent off because of matanance, they have lost complete contact with them likely due to a third party (-cough cough-eyeball man -cough cough-). And as such suggested sending someone off to try and gain contact and return the islanders to the island. 4. The scientific team has yet to figure out anything involving the black concrete 5. Fred is still missing and the federation workers are worried. 6. The code entities were trying to send out a signal... And the reporting federation member also mention a plan to fource all federation members to drink apple juice?

Honestly part of what the initial meeting showed along side all that was revealed was the individual personalities of all the federation workers. Something Cucurucho does not reprimand them for, instead just seeming to sigh at.

After this Cucurucho sets all but one federation worker/guard to go clean up the black concrete, with the last member being sent off to Egg island. Cucurucho also left a note for Forever asking to talk.

After this we a stream showing us the federation worker that was sent off on Egg island, infected by the shadow virus and seemingly being forced to help direct the team allocation of green between the two remaining teams, before the worker promptly drops dead.

We don't see the last Cucurucho stream till either the 17th or the 18th where in we are given a tour of part of the upper level of Cucuruchos home before He sets of back to the federation office for an update meeting with all workers not in the med bay or in a good enough state to preform tasks and talk.

We see that the office has been mostly cleaned up, but the shadow virus now infects the majority of the federation workers with one worker being infected by something else. Once in the meeting room, where a table had been set up closer to the podium a new set of reports was given (interrupted on occasion by Cucurucho getting distracted by lizards that are somehow in the facility.)

(also, new Cucuruchovoice lines!) the updated reports are: 1. There is still no progress on the murders, but it is very likely an Island member conducting the action. 2. All actions to try and trace the islanders have failed, and the worker sent off was also lost. While mentioning that the islanders left by a non-official route. 3. The eggs are still missing, and they have no apparent leads on what happened to them. As well as mentioning that the Eggs should not have been able to leave on their own... Also, the apple juice worker again says a plan to get all to drink it. 4. ... The coffee maker is still broken, and the worker seems to be going insane from the tea... 5. As well as a report of while cleaning resident homes of the black concrete finding code monster residual.

The last report was an unofficial one while the group checked out the progress on removing the black concrete... During this, Cucurucho fell into a deep hole that was left unfixed in front of the bridge to the president's office, leading to Cucurucho giving an exasperated sigh before saying "it's tough to be a boss sometimes". The unofficial report reports the biggest spot of the second virus problem, this time relating back to the code monsters and the code egg. Leading to samples being taken.

After this, while Cucurucho went to leave a note to Foolish with a guard and a single worker once of the little eyeball creatures from Pergatory (Luffy) sails into the area and Cucurucho has a brief interaction with them as the child reveals "purgatory" that something is happening with the residents, as well as the instigator of Pergatory. Eventually leading Luffy to be taken into custody to gain more information before Cucurucho goes home with the picture of the purgatory man as he questions who they are in relation to this incident.

After this the end of predatory happens where a tie is broken between the Bolas and soulfire team in Bolas's favor. After which the predatory man reveals they have a spy in their talks and tells them to play hide and seek with him. Bringing them to an area with a federation worker with a single eye before the eggs are revealed, as well as El Quackity being the spy. It is then revealed that the egg "choice" was a single egg chosen by luck, before a confrintation leads to the island creator setting off a nuke timber. That leads to most of the islanders not making it off? (certain. Need official channal information that might not be available till wensdsy if Phil can't get on QSMP tomorrow.)

Also, on the official twitter a video of Richarlison having survived the bomb is shown as well as a missing poster for... Cucurucho...

Whatever is going on has just made everything much more confusing.

Also, just an odd note, has the QSMP info canal logo changed to a black cucurucho face for anyone else (or... A white shirted man screaming?)? Or is this just me...

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I really like drawing quiet, human scenes, of characters being alone, doing their own thing. Not performing for anyone, or being on guard in any way, just existing. I think it can add a lot of depth to characters. And its just fun to draw subtle stuff like that.

Hope you enjoy! And I also wanted to say, thank you so much EVERYONE for all your comments, and reblogs!! Comments go a long way in keeping me motivated to work on things, and reblogs are the same! I'm glad people seem to be enjoying this work, but just wait, because this story is *just* getting started. :D

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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?