Okay So I Am Definitly Lost In A World Full Of Nonsense XD

A little draw, I tried so much to do good with coloring and texture so it took me a while ><

I am anxious about sharing this, I dunno why but hey, I can't get enough of crossovers with films of my childhood so here we go !

Also, Bloom's design as a child and the siblings relationships reffered to are from @mortallychaotickingdom so don't hesitate to check her art, marvellous as always ^^

Also here it is because I spend really almost a week for something not seen as much as I wanted X'3

Weeeeeell guess I'm back into my Gravity Falls phase soooo it's just a very silly little thing but damn I had fun doing it and it was keeping me away from anxiety and school stuff X'3

Anyway, cringe incoming !

( And sorry for the formatting, I'm doing this on my phone and I'm zero at making the pictures stay steady and normal >< )

The audio is a little montage from the english sitcom "Vicious", and since I now look at it I'll write down what is written because I realise I didn't know how to manage the size of the writing ahah ><

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*Everyone playing truth or dare at the Shack*

Bill : Oh, I've got a good question! Tell us Stanley, have you ever had sex with a man ?

Stanley : ..... can I change my go to "dare" ?

Bill : No~ You have to answer the question~

Ford : What the hell are you stalling for, Stanley ? The only man you ever shared a bedroom with was me when we were kids.

Stanley : *F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck, he's gonna kill me, don't say it, don't say it*

Ford : *Maybe the question is a sensitive topic... I should help him against Bill's tricky game* I'll answer for him. No.

Stanley : .... Yes. I have.

Ford : *he's like "wait, does he like women AND men ? Was my brother bi the whole time ?!"* I don't believe you !

Stanley : It's true !

Ford : you're lying-

Fiddleford : No he isn't.

Ford : *non verbal communication with his former muse : "Happy now ?"*

Bill : *Non verbal communication with his ex wife : "I didn't know it would be your ex assistant !"*

Ford : ... and how would YOU know ?

Stanley : *dying on the inside, non verbal communication with his... whatever these two had ? : "shut it shut it shut it shut it-"*

Fiddleford : Because it was with me.

*Awkward sibling moment*

Stanley : *chuckling awkwardly* Guess you should've taken better care of your man, Sixer, ahah-

Bill : *wheeze in Cipher* well I guess Stanley was right. There WAS something knew to learn about each other !

Stanley : well I don't see why you're getting so upset, it was ages ago ! We were both young and attractive... *yes, that hilly billy was nice-looking in the 80s*

Ford : *is surprisingly upset about the fact that his brother had a thing with his best friend*

Stanley : look, you just disappeared into that big portal... Fidds was alone -and a mess because he clearly had a big crush on you-... And it was only one night.

Fiddleford : Two nights.

Stanley : ..... ...... ..... Why is your memory so vivid all of the sudden ?

Fiddleford : *staring at Ford : "That's what you get for leaving me for a triangle, Stanford Pines"*

Chapter 2 : The man on the motorbike

Desmond was upstairs, in his room, reading a book he had borrowed to his father about archaeology and Azran stuff. Donald Rutledge was the only well-known expert as it seemed that had written a book so detailed and so complete about this civilisation, and it was incredibly thin regarding how advanced such people must have been. However, every information about them was good to take, and when he would grow up, he would be helpful to his father, he would find back his brother and his mother, and he would make sure his family would be complete again. So, while his father was out for groceries, he could borrow his books and look at his research a bit without worrying him too much.

However, the more the time was passing by and the more Desmond was beginning to worry since his father hadn’t come home yet. Each time he would go to London, the boy was always worried he would be caught by some undercover agents, or spotted, or lost, or worst, and since his father was the only family he had left, he was more than worried in fact, he was terrified that someone could take him away from him one more time.

Just when he thought he would go to the shop down the street, too afraid to stay alone again, he heard the sound of a motorbike running outside and then stop near the house, while two people seemed to be bickering about something.

–For God’s sake, you truly are insane when you ride that… that… that machine !

It was his father’s voice ! Without thinking twice, he quickly put the book back on the shelf in his father’s working room and he quickly came down the stairs to go to the hall, hearing things more clearly and suddenly pausing in front of the door. Wait, if his father was speaking to someone… then who would it be ? And why were they so angry at each other ?

–Oh, shet up, sassenach, A’m perfec’ly able to drive that beauty anywhere, with or without yer commentary !

Without waiting much longer, Leon sighed, got down the motorbike and quickly entered the house to look for his son… almost falling on him when he saw the youngest behind the door, anxiously looking at it.

–Hershel- !

He kneeled and took his son in his arms before hugging him tight, relieved to see that he was doing fine. Since Targent first came to their house, he has had some sleepless nights making sure they were never around their location, and the whole event left him almost paranoid about it. Losing his son would be the last strike of a dagger inside his poor broken heart.

–I’m sorry, I was so worried… Everything is alright my boy ?

Desmond was getting more worried himself since his father’s behaviour was everything but normal.

–Dad ?… What happened ?

But, as soon as he saw the other man getting down the motorbike, he took a few steps back and looked less of a child all of the sudden, completely analysing the manners of this new face. The same age his father, approximatively, not so tall, not a friend, a perfect stranger, strong Scottish accent, not really serious right now, and too much at ease. How could he be so relaxed and how on earth could his father be coming home with such an individual ?

–Who is he, dad ?

The Scottish man looked at the young boy, with a puzzled expression engraved on his face. He didn’t know exactly why but he had been driving this strange English man to his home because he heard him called his son. He had done it because of the light tremolo in his voice, because of the worry of this man for his child, because Targent was everything but merciful with children, and because somehow this man seemed truly pathetic. Of course.

–Hey, balach beag, how’s yer day ?

–Who are you ?

Desmond snapped before getting in front of his father, between both men, not ready to let anyone enter their home to take anyone away. His little hands were trembling like crazy but he stood his ground and was trying to look as intimidating as possible.

–I-If you’re there to hurt my dad, t-then you’ll have to go… to go through me f-first !

–Hershel…

Leon sighed and his expression grew more guilty. It was because of him if Hershel was behaving like this, trying to put all that pressure on his shoulder rather than just letting his father bear it. It was because he hadn’t been able to protect either Rachel nor Theodore. Because of Targent, they were forced to live like outcasts, always hiding, never trusting anyone but themselves, and moving from place to place to make sure never to be caught since that bloody organisation knew he was the archaeologist with the most extended comprehension of this bloody Azran civilisation. All of this, it was because of him.

Slowly, he took Hershel’s arm and stood up to ask him silently to do or say nothing too harsh.

–It’s fine, my boy, he helped me coming home.

–Aye, and we met at-

–We met at the grocery shop, interrupted Leon before the lad could finish his sentence.

It was not necessary to worry Hershel more than he already was. But the boy looked at his father, then stared at the man and at his motorbike. Then she shook his head with a very sad expression.

–Dad, you brought no groceries… And you were way too shaken when you hugged me. Please, tell me the truth… Do we have to move out again ?

This was also a subtle way to ask, in front of that stranger, if Targent had found them again. Leon sighed again, deeply ashamed of himself and how bad of a father he was.

–I… I think so… But it would just be a precaution, to be sure-

The Scottish man, however, was still there and he was a bit embarrassed, because it was somehow a very good delusion if the English man would hope to stay near London while having been spotted so close to his location.

–Hum, A don’t mean to int’rupt ye but… Ye better go far from London. In the deep countryside, mate. Because they’ve found ye around, and they won’t give up. It's as braid as it's lang, ye can’t stay here.

Leon stared at the man and his dark red eyes seemed even darker.

–I think we had an agreement. I thank you for the help but as you remember, you have to go back to your place already.

The man in leather jacket raised an eyebrow, then sighed and rolled his eyes.

–A've no jist come up the Clyde on a bike, ye know ? Targent never gives up, do they ?

Desmond opened wide eyes.

–Wait- you know about them ? Dad, what’s going on here ?

–Nothing Hershel, our friend was on the departure anyway, right, « mate » ?

The man sighed again. They were off their heid, no doubt, but anyway he couldn’t get involved with them. For how much he would hate a child to get into troubles, he couldn’t allow himself to be close to people. He almost paid it too highly years ago. But for now he had at least to spend the night in this little town since it was beginning to be late and his motorbike had run out of gas.

–Ok, ok… A’ll leave, but… at least, do ye know where A can take some rest ? A didna get a blink o sleep last nicht. Is there an inn ? a hotel ? something ? where A can spend the nicht ?

Despite not being very fund of the idea to help a total stranger, Leon gave him an address down the street of a very good inn ready to find him a room for the night. However, the salutations were short and quick. Once alone in their house, Hershel and his father were staring at each other with guilty frowns, knowing perfectly well that tomorrow they would have to move out again, as soon as possible. Even if Leon didn’t know nor like that Ray guy, he was right at some point. They couldn’t stay here and certainly not so close to London if some agents have had spotted them. Without another word, they went to the kitchen to prepare something to eat, but the silence filling up the air was way heavier than a lead ceiling.

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In town, “Ray” had found the address of the inn the “legal grave-digger” had told him about, and once he was certain his motorbike was already full of gas, he parked it somewhere in the street -just below the window of the room he had been given for the night- and finally sit in front of a desk on which there were a bottle of single malt whiskey, a pen and a blank sheet of paper. He looked at it for a few minutes while taking a pipe out of his jacket inner pocket, filling it with tobacco before lighting it up and taking a few puffs. After some other long minutes during which he wasn't certain to agree wih his own mind, he finally decided to take the pen to write something down but, as soon as he wrote the name of a person on the top of it, he stopped and let go of the pen with an upset little snappy move of the wrist.

–Feck...

He dropped his head back and closed his eyes, reflecting on the past few years and on his choices. Things were hardly nice these days. First, he had thought he could win over a bunch of idiots a few amount of money by cheating at card games and drinking a bit in a town he wasn't supposed to be. But then that man came here in a Scottish pub to get wasted even though he was supposed to... go get some groceries ? for his little boy ? How was it even possible that such coincidence and such ill omen were disposed to be put like this on his way ? And now Targent was back. And they have noticed someone, and now no matter whoever it was, him or the sassenach, now they were both involved because they had fled together. This was suspect enough, and when these assholes would look into their archives, they would remember those faces. His, and the sassenach's.

He sighed and took another puff from his pipe before folding the paper and make it come closer to a lighten match before looking at the paper burn to ashes into the ashtray. When the name on it disappeared, he stood up, went to his window and opened it to lean on the threshold and look at the starsky while smoking. The night wouldn't be long...

....

Or maybe not.

What were these shadows running behind the houses and in the streets ?

The Scottish man frowned. A few years ago he would never have noticed this kind of details but now he was more than aware this was everything but a nice thing and even more... it was a very worrying thing. He looked at them crawling in the shadows and then opened wide eyes.

-Oh feck !

He grabbed his jacket, turned off his pipe in a hurry and rushed out of the Inn. These people were heading to the sassenach's house.

-> First chapter

-> Next chapter

Professors of the Caribbean again X3

Still tired and having no time to focus on drawing but I will keep going with some facts I think of.

OK so :

Bill Hawks is Cutler Beckett ! I know, it's not the first film but I want a trilogy X'3 he is despicable af and has no moral compass so he is the perfect asshole for this

Bronev needed Hershel to break the Azran Curse. The Azran warned the ones looking for the treasure : "This treasure thou take but thy heart shall break : for one piece glittering, the blood of thy most precious thing". He tried once with Desmond only to fail because each time he sees him, that reminds him that his elder son has his dark-red eyes. He sees everything he hates about himself. But Hershel has his mother's eyes, the eyes of Rachel, and he is kind and gentle like her. The most precious thing Bronev ever got for me is Rachel, who he can see when he looks at his younger son. May sounds strange, sorry, but it's just my point ^^"

I need a cursed relationship between Randall and Angela : Randall, the cursed captain feeling betrayed by his love, bounding her into one single human form and wandering the seas on his damned ship.

Some of you will hate me after this but keep in mind I like grim stuff and drama : Raymond is now a sailor on the Revenge ( let's say it is the name of the Dutchman and the ship of Randall, even though I KNOW it is BlackBeard's ship in a fourth movie but this one doesn't exist in this crossover >< ) after having been sent to the depths by Bronev after the mutiny. I know, it's horrible but I think this could create a good drama and I just want to picture him at night in the ship, and saying "Time's run out, boy" with some pain in his voice because he knows Desmond will be in trouble ><

The WEDDING for God's sake ! Imagine Hershel : "Claire, do you want to marry me ?" And Claire be like "0/////0" and Desmond, in the background: "OMG FINALLY !"

Hershel : I've made my choice. What's yours ?

Claire : ... Bronev !

*Both Desmond and Bronev, fighting back to back, stopping and fixing Claire like: WHOT ?!*

Claire : Marry us !

Bronev : I'm A LITTLE busy at the moment ! *frenetically striking his enemies with his sword*

So here are some thoughts about the subject but I dunno what to do with this at the moment, exams are tiring X'3 hope you enjoy this kind of post ^^"

Weeeeeell I fell again for a very good videogame ! Undertale has been part of a good portion of my teenage / young adult years and it has come back to me in the past few weeks so I play it again and I appreciate it even more, with sometimes calm ambiance and relaxing musics.

To cope with stress and finals, to feel a bit more at peace, I offer you a Riverperson and a nice little trip on their boat.

*The Riverperson is humming a tune, you can hear some rythm but no distinguishable lyrics. It helps you relax and enjoy the trip while the Echo Flowers are repeating the same tune over and over again.

*The boat slightly slipping on the bright water of Waterfall fills you with determination.

Listening to the music ?

○[YES] [NO]

I really like the way you put it so clearly despite the fact that it is a character very hard to analyse >~<

Well it is a random scheme I thought about a few days ago so I didn't take time to go further into details but I think it could be possible if Bronev were really shocked by something happening, making him realise that there is more important things than the Azran.

Let's imagine that Rachel's death is less peaceful than in the original game : she wouldn't be so calm and reassuring after a long time of captivity, but rather shocked, scared, worried about their sons because it would have been less time spend at Targent and so less time used by Targent to influence Bronev so they wouldnt really have as much influence on him. It wouldn't be something like "follow your dream" but rather something like "Help me, I don't wanna die, save our children" or something, maybe while they try to escape together but finally only one succeeds.

I am not a professional analyst of Bronev such as you, @targentis , but I think Rachel's death could be the major event that could make him have even the slightest move toward vengeance without being part of Targent.

I think he would try to look for both his sons X3 learning that "Hershel" would have been adopted by a family after he and Rachel disappeared. So he would have been mistaken and would have looked for Theodore, thinking it was probably safer for one of his son to be out of his life, away from troubles.

Then he would learn than his second son would have been taken care of by, if I remember well, "the Widgers" (? Sorry I'm French and dunno, unfortunately, about the english version >< ), who could appear to have a certain butler we all love here X3

I dunno exactly how it could go, and I am too tired tonight to try to focus on this more, but I have to take the time to develop the idea X3

I just wanna see Raymond and a less bad Brinev team up together to raise a child and take down Targent X3 ( Raymond's a ninja, convince me otherwise, and Bronev knows martial arts XD best team ever XD )

Let's see if I keep going with this concept again X'3

OK folks so I am tired tonight and have to much thoughts to share that are not really necessary but they just flop into my mind sooo...

I was rewatching Azran Legacy's let's play recently and I am more and more interested in the fact that there is literally only flashbacks to describe how the life of the Bronev family was perfect before the evil TARGENT showed up aaaaaaand.... there is literally not a single development part where it is explained how Bronev became evil, how Desmond grew up and met Raymond, how Desmond had a family of his own etc.

That is the main complain I have about the game. It is really good but important things are a bit thrown as if unimportant ><

And so, growing attached to this lack of development, my mind had to play with contexts and inventing things and so I ended up wondering...

What if Bronev had escaped from TARGENT ?

What if his wife had been killed by them ?

What if he found his elder son and took care of him alone, ready to avenge Rachel and take down TARGENT ?

What if Bronev and Raymond had to take care of a growing young man progressively understanding that his mother will never come back and wanting to help his father getting revenge, then having himself a family, losing them and being 100% ready to take TARGENT down ?

What if they were together, father, son and butler, to solve the Azran's mysteries ?

It would be a sort of a reverse arc for Bronev : before TARGENT, he was beginning to be obsessed by the Azran civilization, possibly leading him to be less here for his family, what he regrets after Rachel's death. After this, he has to take care of his son without his wife and find some balance between revenge, and so the Azran, and life as a lonely father ( even if he is helped by a devoted butler X3 ).

I think somehow I would like to explore this, because I really think that could be cool X3 also, the lack of explanations and development in the games is useful for this because it allows to fantasising about all the "what if" and the "reasons why".

I dunno if I will keep that idea but hey, maybe I will if I don't forget about it tomorrow already ahaha

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I am in love ❤️😍💖 I ADORE IT, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR TIME AND ART MARTY ! ♡♡♡♡

Pirate-Des? Pirate-Des. 

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Here’s the prize for the lovely artist @mirza-majoris who often blesses us all with gorgeous artworks inspired by my silly concepts  💕

A little gift for @mortallychaotickingdom because everyone needs a bit of sweetness in their life and her in particular !

Check her artwork because she deserves it a lot more than I can say ! ♡♡♡

Because we all need some old Scottish butler !

Stupid drawing tonight X3 dialogue from an old french film

For french people, I hope they all know the reference XD Buuut anyway, here is the translation if you don't know french at all XD

Bronev : regarding our job, it's better to be seen as a mad man more than as an idiot.

Descole : then don't worry, you're not fit for a straightjacket =_=

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