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heriticklish · 3 years
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Oops
Laptop crashed and I lost all the progress on the Axel comic, so that’s fun.
I guess I’ll introduce you to these two instead??
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These are O and Shoal! They have no relation to each other or any other characters, but I made them both while I was gone and they have my whole heart. You guys can feel free to ask questions about or to these two as well! 
Yes they are both ticklish
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nikkzwrites · 4 years
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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 14
A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.
CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.
Word Count:  7.5k
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Jonas shot up in a field. He felt like a fish out of water. He took large breaths. He, then, buried his radiation suit. He couldn’t get too far though due to the bullet still wedged in his leg. He doubled over in pain and spit up. He watched as his coughing carried it to the ground. Two farmers approached him and started to question him, but his foggy mind couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He blinked and looked at them, “I just want to go home.”
His mind started to clear as one said, “Maybe a returned POW?”
The other one spoke directly to Jonas and commented, “Looks like you’ve been roughed up. I guess you could use something to eat.”
Jonas shook his head, “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Nonsense,” One of the farmers tol him, “Erna has a soft spot for fellas like you. Come along.”
Jonas ended up following the men gathering stares along the way. He stared at his surroundings feeling ill. He started to slowly realize what time period he might be in when the horse-drawn buggy passed with a small coffin. When they reached the inn, a small girl sat on its steps carving the end of a stick.
The farmer looked down at her and said, “Agnes, go and let Erna know. Run.”
The girl ran to go get the woman that they had asked for as they led him inside. It wasn’t long before a bowl of stew was placed in front of the boy. The smell hypnotized him. He had no idea how hungry he actually was until it was in front of him. He thanked the woman and then hurriedly shoveled the food down his throat.
“So,” the farmer asked, “Where were you stationed?”
Jonas slowly looked up from his food. He shook as he lied, “Eastern front.”
The farmer nodded, “labor camp.”
The other commented, “Those people aren’t human. We should have won the war.”
His shaking didn’t stop. His fear grew stronger every second he was there. Erna walked and placed beer in front of the men. She asked Jonas, “Do you have a place to sleep?” He looked up unable to speak. At his silence, she turned to Agnes and told her, “Go and tell your brother to get the chamber ready. He should be back with Johannes by now.” She looked at him and told him, “But just for a few days. Until you are back on your feet.”
Jonas’s lips trembled. His brow furrowed at the similar name. He started to slowly wonder. But he nodded at the woman. He commented, “I know this sounds strange, but what year is it?”
Erna commented, “They did quite a job on you, didn’t they? 1921.”
Back in 2020, it was 3 days until the apocalypse. Martha dreamed of Jonas and her’s first time and how he told her, “I think we’re a perfect match. Never believe anything else.” He slowly lowered himself again to kiss her causing Martha to shoot up. There sitting on her bed was Annalise. The girl stared at her. Martha turned ignoring her as if she were simply a figment of her imagination. She started to cry. Annalise tilted her head and held her hand out to dry her tears only for Martha to hit her hand away. Martha screamed at her, “What are you doing here?! Haven’t you done enough?!”
Annalise’s lips trembled trying to fight back tears. She nodded and stood up, “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much pain. I promise it will all be over soon.” She turned to walk out. The teenaged girl felt something hit her back hard, but she refused to turn around to hear what had made a loud thump onto the floor.
Angry, Martha grabbed a book from besides her bed and threw it at the other girl. She watched as Annalise froze when the book hit near her waist. The whole girl started to shake, but she still refused to look back at her. Martha instantly regretted the moment as soon as Annalise was down the stairs, but instead of trying to chase after her best friend, she screamed. She tore at her hair as giant tears rolled down her face. She not only had isolated herself from her family and her boyfriend...now her last friend. Annalise was probably the only person who could really understand how she was feeling. She was probably there to try and reconnect and to try to be there for each other, but instead she just pushed her away… Just like everyone else.
Clausen stared at the evidence board at the sketch of the Stranger. Woller walked in and informed the man, “Mrs. Doppler called in. She’s sick.”
Clausen asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
“She didn’t say,” Woller told him then went to close the door again.
“Hold on,” Clausen told the other man. Woller opened the door once more. Clausen asked, “You are Mr. Woller, right?”
“Yes,” the man responded.
Clausen turned and said, “Then the pleasure is ours today. You do have a car, right?” When Woller nodded, he responded, “Wonderful.” He walked out with the other man who was dazed in confusion.
Charlotte continued going through her grandfather’s things trying to put everything together. Then she found the blueprints. Right when she did, she got a call from Hannah.
The older Jonas walked down the stairs still shirtless from his shower as Annalise tried to rush past him. He grabbed onto her and asked, “Darling, what happened?” He knew that face well enough now to know she was holding an army of sadness behind her eyes. He noticed her wince when his hands traced her sides. His brow furrowed and lifted her shirt to try and find what was going on. He knelt down to inspect the area better.
Annalise yelped at his touch. She turned her head away from his concerned face. She couldn’t look at him. The girl knew if she were to, she'd blabber about what had happened and just spill everything on the floor ruining everything she was trying to do.
“What’s this,” He looked up at her motioning to her bruising near her waist. He blinked as his heart raced. Tears filled his eyes. It was right near… He shook his head and looked up at her. He demanded, “Hey, what is this?”
“Nothing,” Annalise replied curtly. She looked down at him with a glare to try to solidify her attitude with him, but seeing his face made her soften. She let her hand down to caress his face. She watched as he leaned into her hand and she asked, “What is it Jonas? Tell me what’s bothering you.” She lowered herself into his lap.
Jonas wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into her neck, “I’m so sorry Lise. I’m so sorry I always choose her. Please forgive me.” His tears started to make her neck slick. “I just want you to know how much I love you,” he whimpered into her, pulling her close, “Please don’t leave me.”
Annalise forced a smile. She pulled him away so that he could look at her in the eye, “Oh my love. I’ll never leave you. Don’t forget that you were the one who told me that.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him for a second. 
He nodded as he held her close. He eventually let go and he watched as she placed a gentle kiss against his lips before walking up the stairs to go take a nap. He shadowed her movements holding onto her hand until he couldn’t any longer due to the fact she was going up the stairs and he was staying down. He sighed as he watched her go. His stomach grumbled. He walked to the fridge, grabbed himself a mug of milk, and walked over to the table. He looked at the picture of him and his family there. The man opened the small box next to it and found the gun. His heart started to race. His panic rose. The movement down the stairs made him turn his head to look at Hannah coming down the stairs. He held it out towards her and kept his voice low as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear, “Where did you get this?”
Hannah stared at him as he started to panicky look more in the box. He found the passport. She approached her son and tried to comfort him.
“Who is this,” his voice demanded.
Hannah lowered it and told him, “It’s complicated.” She put it back into the box and closed it.
“Mom, why do you have that,” Jonas demanded to know.
Hannah avoided the question and asked him, “Should I make us breakfast?” She turned and started to make food for them.
Martha looked up at the ceiling with her brother as they sat on the couch, “What are we going to do about Mom?”
Magnus shrugged, “I don’t know.” The doorbell rang prompting Magnus to go to the door to answer it. “What do you want,” he asked Franziska.
Franziska stormed into the house followed by Elisabeth and acknowledged his sister, “Martha.”
Martha nodded, “Franziska.”
Magnus asked again, “What do you want?”
The girl turned to the boy, “We have to talk.” She led Magnus away so that they could talk in private.
Elisabeth turned and smiled at Martha. She gave the older girl a small wave.
When Magnus and Franziska were properly away, he whispered to her, “What?”
“If you expect an apology, forget it,” she scolded him, “you fucked up. But I shouldn’t have said what I said. We’re even.” She held out her hand to him as a sign of truce.
Martha interrupted and asked, “Am I supposed to babysit while you two make out?”
“Why did you bring her along,” Magnus asked Franziska.
Franziska sneered at him, “My parents haven’t been home in two days. I can’t leave her alone.” She turned toward Martha then asked the group, “Why is everyone acting so weird?”
Magnus turned to his bag and grabbed the map out of it. He grabbed his bag as well as he approached the group again, “I want to know what’s up.”
Martha shook her head, “What? You want to go into the caves?”
Magnus put on his bag and told her, “You can stay here.”
Martha looked around for a second debating what she was going to do.
Jonas sat up gasping for breath. He reached for his neck to feel it covered and looked down to see his leg was also bandaged up. He panted then heard another boy’s voice.
“You slept nearly 24 hours,” the young Noah commented.
Jonas panted and asked him, “Who are you?”
Hanno was cleaning under his dirt covered fingernails with a knife. Instead of addressing the question he said, “People say Erna can’t say no to any stray dogs.” He looked up at the boy.
Jonas shook his head and told himself, “I’m in the wrong place.” He looked up at Hanno and said, “This isn’t right.”
He tilted his head and scoffed. He furrowed his brow then relaxed again, “I pictured you differently.” He stood up and started to walk away.
“Why did you just say that,” Jonas asked, “What does it mean?”
Hanno turned unimpressed with Jonas. Then gave him a small smirk and left.
This caused Jonas to study the room. He ended up limping to the wall. There was a picture there with writing. He limped over to read it. Words stuck out at him forcing him to read them aloud, “‘Sic Mundus Creatus Est!’” Jonas looked around him and grabbed the spare clothes. He looked back at the picture knowing what he needed to do. He grabbed the flint, steel, and lantern then headed out.
Agnes looked up from her sweeping at him as he limped away.
Jonas limped through the town trying to make his way towards the caves, but there was another rumble growing from his stomach. There was a delicious smell of baking bread. His legs listened to his gut bringing him in front of the bakery. He looked inside seeing a familiar looking girl around his age rushing around helping her family. Sweat was beaded against her forehead as she opened more of the windows to let the heat out. When she opened the window, she was left face to face with the boy. Slowly it dawned on him when they made eye contact. Her eyes were the exact same. “Annalise,” He whispered questioningly at the girl.
The girl smiled. Her smile reminded him more of his which confused him. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “Hello there stranger. Looking for some food? I think my Johannes told me that you were staying with Erna.” She giggled and reached towards a shelf and handed the boy a loaf of bread, “Now you better shoo off before Hanno or Johannes catch you looking at me like that. Those two are closer than any two boys I’ve ever seen and they would both be angry if they caught you staring.”
Right then, another slightly familiar face walked over. He had a very stern looking face. He seemed cold and distant. More like the moon versus the girl being sunny and warm. Yet something nagged at him. Why was he so familiar? The boy his age smiled once he saw the girl. That’s when Jonas put together the dots. His smile reminded him of a gorgeous sunset. His throat became dry as he heard the boy speak, “Hey there Annalise? How are you doing, love?”
The girl giggled and said, “Very well Johannes. I was just talking to the fellow here. I cannot believe you’ve already started to spread rumors about me with him. That isn’t very nice you know.”
Johannes shook his head, “I have done no such thing. I haven’t even introduced myself to em yet.” He turned to Jonas and held out a hand. His face became stoic again. That’s where her grandfather got it from, Jonas reasoned with himself. “Johannes Dahlheim. It is very nice to meet you sir. Miss Boker is taking real good care of you I see.”
She leaned out the window and giggled, “Johannes lay off of him. He’s just getting back on his feet. You know maybe he can help you and Hanno out with what you two are doing since…”
Johannes sent the girl a glare then looked back at Jonas. Jonas looked between the two of them. He swallowed hard realizing more of who he just met. He bowed his head and said, “Thank you. It was nice meeting you. I should go.”
The girl smiled, “Please stay safe.” She started to untie the top of her dress and cowl to let out some of her heat. The Tree of Life necklace glistened in the light causing Jonas to stop and turn. He stared at it. It looked no older than when it was with Annalise. That was strange.
The girl blushed at the boy’s attention and said, “It was a gift from the church.” She gently placed a hand over it and commented tenderly, “A nice man gave it to me to celebrate Johannes and I’s soon-to-be marriage.”
Jonas nodded and turned, “Oh. Well. Thank you.” He limped his way back towards the caves again taking a bite off the loaf of bread.
In 2020, Claudia walked to the power plant. She tried to get in but was very confused on how to get in. When she spoke to the gentleman up front he explained to her that there was only one Tiedermann that worked there and his name was Aleksander Tiedemann.
Clausen sat with the man in his office. He asked, “So that’s why you didn’t want to let Ulrich Nielsen onto the grounds?”
Aleksander explained, “After Fukushima safety standards were raised. I can’t just let anyone stroll in here. His suspicion that his son might be on the grounds was totally unfounded.”
“You know about the door in the caves,” Clausen asked leaning forward.
Aleksander nodded, “It was installed in the 1980s. It was already welded shut back then, as a security measure. It’s still sealed shut.”
Clausen looked at the man, “You know what I find strange? Everyone who was born here stays. Seems odd, in a town of this size. What do you think? Why is that?”
Aleksander threw up his hands, “The nuclear power plant always took care of people. There’s work. Prosperity, security. That’ll probably change now.” He stood up seeing Clausen mess with his laptop. He walked towards the officer and continued, “When the plant closes.”
Clausen picked up the picture of the Tiedemann’s all together and said, “You’re not from here.”
“No,” Aleksander replied, “Why?”
“You came to Winden in 1986,” Clausen told the man, “At the same time the boy disappeared. Mads Nielsen. Ulrich Nielsen’s brother.”
Aleksander replied, “No. It was a bit later. A few weeks. Why does that matter?”
Clausen looked up and smiled, “It probably doesn’t.” He put the picture away. He was just about to leave before he turned and spoke to Aleksander again, “Just one more question, Why did you take your wife’s name?”
“I don’t understand,” He asked.
Clausen tilted his head to the side in a half shrug, “Pretty unusual for the time.”
“The Tiedemanns shaped this town,” Aleksander replied, “Especially Regina’s mother. Regina has no siblings. We wanted to keep the name alive.”
“What’s your real name,” Clausen asked the man.
“Kohler,” He replied, “Aleksander Kohler.”
Clausen’s mouth twitched and he asked, “Who’s next on the list?”
Woller looked at the notebook and said, “Hannah Kahnwald and Annalise Dahlheim.” Clausen looked at the man confused until Woller explained, “Annalise has stayed with her since Ulrich’s son went missing.”
Clausen nodded and walked out without another word.
Jonas asked his mother, “Why do you have a gun and someone else’s passport?”
“It’s insurance,” Hannah explained.
“What do you mean,” Jonas asked.
Hannah waited for a moment hearing Annalise scream in her sleep. She looked at her son and told him, “Someone needs to keep both things hidden.”
Jonas pushed himself away from the counter he was leaning on and asked her, “You’re blackmailing someone? Who are you?”
“Who am I,” Hannah sighed to herself listening to the younger girl thrash upstairs in her sleep. She looked up at him and asked, “Who are you?”
Charlotte called Hannah. She knocked on the door. Jonas put his finger towards his lips to make sure Hannah was quiet as he peeked out the window. 
Hannah stood up and looked at her son, “I’m sorry. But we have to tell someone more than the girl up there.” Jonas started to look around. He wasn’t ready for this. Hannah answered the door and walked Charlotte inside, “Thanks for getting here so soon. I know none of this makes sense, but… This is Jonas. He… He’s much older and he knows where my Jonas is and where Ulrich is.”
Charlotte stared at him and approached him. She reached into her jacket and told him, “You’re the man from the hotel Regina talked about.” She held out the picture of Sic Mundus to him and asked, “Who are these people?” Jonas looked at the picture and Charlotte pointed out the specific person she wanted to know about, “That man. The priest. Do you know who he is?”
“That’s Noah,” Jonas replied.
Her face contorted for a second, “You know him? What do you know about him?”
He shook his head, “He’s one of them.”
Hannah asked, “What is all this?”
“One of whom,” Charlotte asked. She listened to the girl upstairs and looked towards Hannah, “Is she okay?”
Hannah nodded, “Nightmares.”
Jonas waited for Annalise to settle again before he told Charlotte, “Sic Mundus. The travelers.”
“The travelers,” She asked, “Sic mundus creatus est?”
Hannah asked, “What are you talking about? You knew all of this? The time travel?”
Charlotte turned to Hannah and said, “There’s something you should both see.”
The rest of the group of teens walked to the caves. Magnus started to hand out supplies prompting Elisabeth to ask Franziska, “You want to go in there? After four kids disappeared here?”
Franziska sighed. She looked around debating what to do before signing back to her sister, “You stay with me. Do what I tell you. Okay?”
Elisabeth nodded and followed the older teens as Magnus led them inside the cave.
Claudia walked to the library to search for the answers she needed. She looked around and asked for help. She was a bit confused by the tablet in front of her, but luckily she was able to ask for help from a girl not too far away. First she looked herself up to learn that she never really showed back up in her time.
Clausen opened up the glove compartment and commented, “You informed her about the meeting?”
“Yes,” Woller nodded.
Clausen asked, “Anything about Hannah Kahnwald?”
Woller shifted awkwardly as the girl who sat in the backseat stared at them, “Her husband killed himself last year. He hanged himself. Actually, no one here understood why she married him. She’s very pretty. She could’ve had any man she wanted.”
Annalise crossed her arms in the backseat and commented, “Maybe she had the man she wanted. Ever think of that?” She mumbled underneath her breath, “Asshole.” She tried to wedge herself closer to the door as if ready to leave the moment they said they were done.
Woller continued, “It was rumored she had an affair with Ulrich Nielsen.”
“Did Mrs. Nielsen know about it,” Clausen asked.
Woller shrugged then asked, “May I ask you something?”
Clausen looked towards Annalise in the back then looked back at the other man, “Go ahead.”
“How did you get this position,” Woller asked.
“He probably just asked for it,” Annalise commented, “Doesn’t seem you have much intelligence to work there.”
Woller glared at her. Clausen spoke, “Yes actually. I did.” He turned to the girl and asked, “Do you not know where she is?”
Annalise shook her head, “I get rather violent in my sleep so we keep different sleep schedules. She probably goes out while I’m sleeping so she doesn’t have to listen to me screaming.”
Clausen asked, “What caused that?”
“Probably the fact I have documented PTSD. It should be in your bullshit file on me already,” Annalise replied frustrated.
Clausen nodded, “So that is what prompted you to run away. With the Kahnwald boy, yes?”
Annalise nodded, “Yeah.”
Clausen pressed on her more, “So the argument was between you, Ulrich Nielsen’s daughter, the missing Kahnwald boy, and Aleksander Tiedemann’s son, correct?”
“That’s a rather weird way to describe the group of us, but I guess you aren’t wrong,” replied the girl.
Clausen nodded, “Were you close with the Tiedemann boy?”
Annalise’s brow furrowed, “Never particularly.”
The man turned to her, “So the reports of numerous students coming forward saying that the argument was actually more of a quarrel about the Nielsen girl and Kahnwald boy having an affair as well as you and the Tiedemann boy were false?”
“I wouldn’t call it an affair,” Annalise commented.
“But the reports are true,” Clausen asked with a raised brow, “But you said you were not close.”
Annalise glared, “He kissed me in a rush of emotions after finding out his girlfriend kissed his best friend and that she confessed her love for him. It’s as simple as that.”
Clausen nodded, “But did he ever confess any feelings towards you...even if you denied them?”
Her head shook in confusion, “What are these questions about? Are you a fucking pervert?”
Woller leaned over towards Clausen to try and intervene as well but Clausen raised up his hand and asked, “Is that a yes or a no, Miss Dahlheim?”
Annalise shook her head and lied, “Even if he did, which he didn’t. It would be because he was experiencing stress.”
“Don’t you find it strange that you were the only one to come back,” He commented, “His girlfriend’s father is gone, the boy she cheated on him with is missing, you went missing and now you are miraculously back?”
“You aren’t seriously implying Bartosz has anything to do with this, are you,” She questioned back. She was getting more and more angry and frustrated.
Hannah stared at the wall of evidence and connections in the bunker. She slowly started to see just how big this knotted situation was. Everyone was completely silent. Jonas, Charlotte, and Peter all looked at each other before Peter spoke up, “She told Tronte and me what to do. Claudia Tiedemann. She knew the exact time things would happen. It made no sense. And yet it was the only thing that made sense.”
Hannah turned and asked, “You knew all this? Michael? Mikkel? Ulrich? You knew it all?”
Peter turned to the notebook and said, “It’s all here.” He handed Jonas the notebook, “She gave it to us. It’s all in there. About the children… Who disappeared when. Things about time travel. Symbols and tables we really don’t understand.”
Jonas looked up and commented, “The last few pages were ripped out.”
“Does Katharina know about this,” Hannah asked. The couple took in a deep breath alerting Hannah to knowing they did not. She shook her head, “You have to tell her.”
Jonas looked at Peter who looked to his wife. Charlotte nodded in agreement, “Okay. But I’ll do it.”
Claudia looked up her daughter next to see all the updates on her life that she had missed. She looked at the wedding article about Regina and Aleksander. Then she looked at her daughter’s hotel opening then subsequent closing. After that, she looked up her own father. She eventually got to the article that told her of her father’s death. That he was found dead in his apartment in 1987. Claudia sat back and knew she didn’t have much time.
The sun lit the way for our Jonas as he made his way to the mine. He was breathing heavy after the excursion of trying to get there on his hurt leg. He, then, made his way in.
“Sometimes I dream of him,” Martha admitted, “Jonas. It feels so real.” Everyone looked at her wondering why she was sharing this now, but no one exactly stopped her so Martha continued, “As if he were still alive. How can it feel so real if he’s dead?” 
Franziska asked, “Do you think he knew something? Before he disappeared?”
“What do you mean,” Martha asked.
Franziska’s voice shook as she explained, “Like maybe he found out something he wasn’t supposed to.”
Magnus didn’t like where this was going and he wanted to avoid the topic of Annalise coming up so he interrupted, “The door should be this way.” He started to lead the group away. He started to question again just how much his friends knew and what exactly Annalise knew that was making her act so strange.
Martha stood there starting to put together pieces of an incomplete puzzle. Her body trembled thinking about it slowly realising that they were either going to have to confront Annalise or Bartosz to actually try and get a clearer picture.
Jonas struck the flint and steel together creating a spark for the lantern to light. He raised the wick and started on his journey once more.
Annalise closed the door to the car fairly rough. She stormed her way back into the house and told the officers that she’d call them if Hannah came back. As soon as they were gone and out of sight, she locked up the Kahnwald house and jogged to the convenience store to grab a soft drink for herself. Memories flooded back to her as she jogged. One side of her, her father jogged with her, on the other Ulrich jogged. When she stopped at the store, she watched as the foggy form of Ulrich continued to jog to his home like he often did.
Katharina asked Charlotte, “Where are we going?” Growing annoyed at the woman’s silence, she demanded, “Tell me where we’re going. Damn it, Charlotte! Where are we going?”
Charlotte, annoyed as well, stated, “It’s easier to explain it if I show it to you.”
“Have you found them,” Katharina asked, holding back tears. Charlotte sighed, prompting the other woman to nod, “You did find them.”
Charlotte nodded, “We found them. Both of them. They’re not dead. They are alive.” Katharina started to cry. This broke Charlotte’s heart. She hit her steering wheel and stated in pain, “But they’re not here!”
Katharina’s brow furrowed, “What does that mean? They’re alive, they’re not here?”
Charlotte fought back empathic tears, “You better see it with your own eyes.”
When they got to the bunker, Peter and Hannah were first to greet Katharina. The blonde looked at Charlotte and asked, “What is she doing here? What is this Charlotte?”
“You said you thought Mikkel was in the cave,” Charlotte explained as the older Jonas sat by silently, “You were right. Mikkel was in the cave, and Ulrich was looking for him there.” Katharina pushed past Charlotte to start and look at the walls. The officer continued, “But there was something in the caves. A kind of… Crack in time.”
Katharina turned and looked at all of them, “Are you screwing with me?” But when she saw the serious looks on all their faces she asked, “What is all this bullshit? Where are Mikkel and Ulrich?”
“Katharina, it’s true,” Hannah tried to speak up.
Katharina turned, “Shut your fucking face. No one asked for your opinion.” 
Jonas stood up to drag some of the attention away from his mother, “Charlotte is right.”
“Another one,” Katharina asked looking at the man, “Who are you? Her new lover?”
“I’m Jonas,” he replied, “Her son. Your grandson.”
Katharina started to laugh at him.
The young Jonas limped his way towards the door as the other group of teens made their way through the caves. Elisabeth felt started to notice everything shaking as they walked. She alerted her sister then knelt down to feel if that was indeed the case. Magnus soon followed suit to also confirm just in case.
Martha looked up and asked, “What was that?”
Magnus looked up and said, “There’s someone there.” He pushed them back towards the entrance, “Go. Go.”
Martha peeked around the wall of rock that they were hiding behind. She watched as the light started to emerge from the darkness. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to see Bartosz walking from deeper within the caves carrying a suitcase. She stepped out and pointed her light at him, “Bartosz?”
Bartosz groaned and covered his eyes to protect him from the light. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he lowered his arm to see the group.
Magnus rushed up to the other boy and grabbed him. “Why are you here,” he growled at the boy. 
“What the hell,” Bartosz asked as he was tackled onto the ground and held down by the older boy. Bartosz struggled against his grip.
“What are you doing here,” asked Martha.
Annalise slowly approached the bunker as Katharina asked, “My husband is caught in the 1950s and my son in the 1980s? You left him there because Mikkel is your father, right?” Annalise opened the bunker door and slowly made her way down the stairs.
She ignored the confused stares and said, “Don’t worry. I closed the door.” She pointed then looked at the group again, “All of you can continue.” She handed Katharina a bottled beer and left the rest of the bag on the ground for everyone to pick things out of it.
Katharina raised her hands and told everyone, “I can’t believe it. That you’re buying all his bullshit. What do you want? Huh? Money?” She started to approach him angrily then noticed Annalise starting to get in between the two of them, “Her?” Katharina grabbed Annalise’s arm and pulled the girl behind her, “Can you talk to the dead too? Hm?” She started to walk away with Annalise, “I knew leaving you with her was a fucking mistake. Look what’s come of you. I bet they are using you. Is that why you actually ran away? Come on. Let’s go home.”
“Katharina,” Hannah called to the woman, “I was there. I saw him. Mikkel.”
Katharina’s face contorted in rage. She let go of Annalise and approached Hannah. She shook her head and told them, “You’ve all lost it.” She turned to see Annalise rooted herself into the ground. If anything, Annalise only moved back towards the rest of the group. The woman shook her head, “Whatever. You aren’t my kid anyway.” She turned and headed back out into the town once more.
The young Jonas panted heavily as he continued. He crawled his way through the small cavern until he reached the door. He opened it. There was no rush of air. He tried to crawl towards where the fork would be but there was nothing. There was only a wall. He shook his head, “No.” He started to hit at it hoping that maybe if he hit at it hard enough, he would be able to force his way home.
Elisabeth stared as the rest of the group interrogated Bartosz. She watched as they all grouped up to tie the boy down and Magnus punching him.
“If you have anything to do with this shit,” Magnus roared, “Fuck you!”
Bartosz groaned and Martha pulled her brother off. She knelt down and told the boy, “Stop it. Just tell us why you’re here.” Bartosz shook his head panting from the pain as Martha walked over to grab the bag they left abandoned. She opened the bag and told the rest of the group, “Come here.” They opened up the machine and stood up.
“What is that,” Franziska asked.
Magnus turned to Bartosz and asked, “What is that?”
Bartosz shook his head, “Hands off. It’s not your business.”
Magnus walked back over to him and knelt down, “If you have anything to do with Mikkel or my dad… or hell even Annalise… I’ll kill you.” He promised this with his entire soul. He started to slowly come to terms that Annalise was connected to them, but she was just probably an innocent victim like they were trying her best. He turned and asked, “What are we going to do now?”
“We’re taking it,” Martha said.
Magnus nodded towards Bartosz, “And him?”
“We’ll leave him here,” She said scornfully, “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”
Bartosz groaned, “Shit.” He tried to reason with them, “You can’t do that.” He listened as they packed up the bag. He tried desperately to call his ex girlfriend back to him, “Martha! You can’t do that! Hey...Fuck...Hey! Magnus! Hey! Magnus!”
Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What’s your take on all of this? We have a man-eating cave. A Nuclear Power Plant with a boss who’s obviously hiding something. An inspector who has gone into hiding. A girl who is covering up something. And an entire town who lie, cheat, and betray one another. And who are all only concerned with concealing what’s really going on here. So, Mr. Woller? What do you make of it?”
Woller chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t know.”
Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What happened to your eye?”
Woller nodded, “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone… Last summer…”
“Watch out,” Clausen yelled helping Woller swerve out of the way from hitting the woman with a suitcase in the middle of the road.
Claudia stared for a second before making her way into the woods once more.
“Interesting,” Clausen said while he watched her go.
Katharina stormed her way into the school to go check their claims. She went into the files and pulled the file for 1986. She found what class Michael was in and went to that book. She opened it up to find the picture of the class. There staring back at her was her son. There he was in 1986 just as they had said. She started to cry and caress her son’s image.
Jonas stumbled out of the cave to be greeted by Hanno, Johannes, and Annalise. He stared up at them taken aback.
“It’s not open yet,” Hanno explained. He tossed his apple to the side and explained, “Even with my friend here, it’s going to take 32 more years until it opens.”
Jonas spoke up, “So you all know about it?”
Hanno slid down the hill and approached the boy, “They're waiting for you.”
Jonas turned his head and asked, “Who? Them?” He motioned towards his Annalise’s great grandparents.
“Sic Mundus,” replied Hanno, “You want to go home, right? That’s what they say, anyway.”
Jonas asked again, “Who are they?”
Hanno rolled his eyes as Johannes slid down the hill as well. The boy whispered into Jonas’s ear, “The travelers.” Hanno walked away with Johannes first. 
Annalise carefully walked down the hill. Jonas held his hand out helping her get down as well, “Thank you.” She smiled and walked with him. The boy was reminded how his Annalise always made sure he wasn’t alone either. He wondered just how much that was a family trait. She leaned towards him and whispered, “Please don’t mind Hanno. He’s been in quite a mood for a good while now since his father’s passing and the fortune teller girl left.”
“Huh,” He looked at her. She was a lot like her great granddaughter alright. Telling him things he didn’t necessarily ask for nor needed to know. But again, he was curious to see where this went.
She nodded, “Yeah. Really pretty girl. Had a smile just like my Johannes. Hanno and her were a bit inseparable for a good time while she was here. They were always whispering amongst each other and laughing about some inside joke.” She smiled and shook her head, “They always were firm that they were just friends. I believe them, but…” She looked at the boy and said, “You look at my Johannes just as the old man looked at her and Hanno and my Johannes look at each other. So I have to ask… Do you love him?”
Jonas blinked in surprise then looked at Johannes talking to Hanno then back at the 1921 Annalise. He shook his head vigorously, “No! No. I…” He whispered to her, “I don’t… He just reminds me of a girl I know.”
“Is that why you are trying to get back home,” She asked, “Do you love her?” Jonas shook his head, making her comment, “Well, your eyes say otherwise.” She smiled at him and said, “You know, I was the same way with Johannes. Then that girl told me that we were going to get married and have a beautiful baby boy. The way she spoke of it, it made me want to believe her… So… I did.”
Jonas nodded as he listened to the girl ramble. He wondered if that was a passed down trait as well. He chuckled to himself and asked, “So you think I love her?”
Annalise nodded, “Definitely. When you think about her, your eyes light up like the sky is full of stars. The corner of your lip twitches towards a smile. Any other time, you just seem sad… As if life won’t just let you die.”
Jonas nodded, “She does make me feel better, but there’s actually another girl I love…”
“But do you actually love her,” She asked him, “Or are you hoping for a life that your heart knows will never give you happiness… only a sense of safety and comfort?”
Jonas looked at her a bit shocked. He stopped and turned towards her completely to address her comment.
In 2020, the group in the bunker sat in a line. Older Jonas, then a bit of space between him and Annalise, then Hannah, Peter and Charlotte.
Peter spoke up first, “And what now?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Jonas said, “Everything is going to happen as it always has.”
“Then why are you here,” Peter asked.
Jonas looked towards him and said, “He said there’s a loophole.”
“Who,” Hannah asked.
Annalise spoke up and said, “Adam.”
Charlotte shook her head and asked, “Who’s Adam?”
Jonas looked forward and told them, “The leader of Sic Mundus.”
“The person in the photo,” Charlotte asked, “The travelers?”
Jonas and Annalise both replied, “Yes.”
Jonas continued, “He wants the last cycle to begin. In three days. I have to stop him.” He looked forward determinedly. He stood up and walked now realizing the course he needed to take, “That’s why I’m here.” He nodded towards Claudia’s picture and commented, “She tried.” He turned and looked at Annalise, “But in the end, she became what she wanted to fight.” He walked out of the bunker.
Claudia walked out of the cave back in her own time.
The group of teens in 1921 arrived at the in construction church. Hanno looked at Jonas and then slid inside leaving the rest of the group. Jonas looked at the other two. Johannes nodded towards the door, basically telling him that they stop there. Jonas stared at them a little while longer as if trying to get a good remembrance of them. He then slipped inside as well. He followed Hanno then asked, “What are we doing here?” Hanno looked down and accused, “You’re one of them. A traveler.”
“Not yet,” Hanno replied. His eyes lit up and he said, “I will be soon.”
Noah opened the door and approached Jonas. He stared at him and said, “It must be strange for you to see me here. Especially after our last encounter.” Noah looked towards his younger self then back at Jonas, “You’ve already made my acquaintance.” Jonas looked at Hanno as Noah walked closer. The older man asked, “You finally want answers, don’t you?”
Bartosz struggled trying to get himself free screaming out for anyone to hear him. Katharina stared at her son in 1987 then back at her two children there with her. Franziska and Elisabeth came back home again to an empty house. Noah opened the door for Jonas to go inside the elevator with him to go down. Clausen wrote Aleksander Kohler on the board with a question mark as Charlotte, Peter, Hannah, and Annalise rose from the bunker. Hannah looked down towards the bunker while her young son looked around the cave before Sic Mundus’s entrance following the two Noahs. Claudia returned home to find Regina asleep on the couch. Jonas walked to the entrance of Sic Mundus leaving the young Noah behind.
Silja stared at the growling orb of swirling darkness. She walked away only for Elisabeth to point a gun at her. Silja took off her helmet and explained herself to Elisabeth. She demanded to know what it was.
“They say it’s a piece of God,” Elisabeth signed, “But it’s really a piece of the devil.”
The two Noahs stood in the waiting room with the fire going. “The prophecy,” Hanno asked, “How did it arise?”
Noah placed the last pages into the book and looked at his younger self. 
Hanno asked, “The book, who wrote it?”
“Whoever it was who wrote it,” Noah told the boy, “had already seen the future and the past.”
Hanno walked towards him and asked, “What will happen next?”
Noah explained, “Adam will send him on the path that has been predetermined for him. So the last cycle can begin.” 
Jonas staggered into Adam’s main office. He looked around. There was the painting of ‘The Fall of the Damned’ above the mantle. Something comforting arose in Jonas. He could almost see his Annalise dancing around the books. Then sitting and reading with him. She would have loved this place. He stumbled to the desk with blueprints on it. He studied it for a moment before an elder man’s voice called to him, “You must have a lot of questions.” Jonas turned towards the scarred man approaching him. The man stopped and told the boy, “Traveling doesn’t leave one unscathed. The human body isn’t equipped for it on a continual basis.” 
Jonas stared at him for a second then asked, “What is this place?”
Adam sighed and asked, “Shall we begin?”
“I don’t want to begin anything,” Jonas said, “I want this to finally end. All of it!”
Adam nodded, “Don’t worry. It will end. That is inevitable. Your end. My end. Upon closer examination, everyone’s end.”
Jonas thought for a moment. He looked at the man and asked, “Who are you?”
Adam slowly walked to him and asked, “Don’t you know?” Tears filled up in Jonas’s eyes as he watched Adam remove his collar and show the boy his hanging scars. 
Jonas took a step back. Tears streamed down his face, “That can’t be.”
“I am you,” Adam told the boy, “Every stone is once again where it belongs. Everyone is in the place they were destined to be. All that’s needed is a little push.”
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dotzines · 4 years
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Artist Spotlights!
🎤 _creativert_ 🥁 AbelDraws 🎷 Amaari
🎺 andiavang 🎸 Antonia
Interview below the cut!
Introduce yourself
🎤 HI! I'm a geeky, introverted artist who likes to explore many artistic mediums, but really only posts digital art. I kinda like to draw anything and everything, but recently I've been trying to focus more on my OC's! Besides art, I love reading, playing video games (despite the fact that I haven't played many recently) and I like writing stories too. In the future, I plan to create a webcomic story with my OC's. I hope you enjoy my work! Here's where you can find my Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/_creativert_/
🥁 Hi! I'm Abel. I'm a Design and Mech engineering student, but my passion is art. I love drawing and currently I'm working on my dream project, a comic named FIVE. This takes most of my free time, but besides that I'll be either rping, watching a movie with my friends, reading (usually webcomics) or listening to some tunes while charging my energy up. I preffer digital art over traditional, you can fix mistakes so very easily... I also get more freedom with a program than with the limited tools I own (and it looks way cleaner and nicer when I upload a digital pic than a traditional, but my photography skills are to blame there lmao)If you want to read my comic, it's up on tapas! https://tapas.io/series/FlVE But if you'd rather see some illustrations and doodles you should check my tumblr: https://abel-draws.tumblr.com/ 🎷 Hi! I'm an avid 3-d and 2-d idol fan as well as a bee fanatic!! Drawing/painting is mostly a hobby for me, but in the future, if time ever allows it, I'd like to sell every so often. My default medium is digital using program SAI but sometimes I'll pick up a pencil/watercolors for traditional pieces. If you'd like to take a look at some of my other works/doodles, my art twitter is here @ https://twitter.com/hiwamaari . 🎺 I’m predominantly a digital artist! But I also crochet, sew, and embroider! I’m Andiavang across all platforms! 🎸 Hi, my name is Antonia, I'm an artist who does traditional hand drawn art. I love to draw and listen to music, often in tandem with each other. You can find me on tumblr @chibiranmaruchan
Do you do commissions post? Where can we find the info?
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🥁 https://abel-draws.tumblr.com/post/184015135166/commissions-are-open-i-renewed-my-commissions 🎺 https://andiavang.tumblr.com/post/186764888718/commissions-are-open-all-payment-through-paypal
Do you listen to music (or tv shows/films/anything else) when drawing?
🎤 Yes! I actually create a new playlist every month filled with songs that have recently come out, or new songs I found that I really like! Generally, I'll listen to music when sketching but once I get to the lineart and colors, I'll listen to podcasts. For podcasts, I really like story podcasts and true crime podcasts. A couple of my favorites are Crime Junkies, Myths and Legends, The Bright Sessions and The Edge of Sleep.
🥁 *Yes*. All the time. I don't usually watch shows while drawing because my atention is all focused on the piece at hand, so... I miss most of it x'D so I preffer listening to music by a mile. It also helps me get myself in a nice mood for drawing <3 🎷 I mostly listen to music, generally one song or album of whatever artist I'm vibing to at the time. Constant repeat lately has been Blackbear's Anonymous album and Mesemoas. 6th single, Crossing Threads. Solid 12/10 🎺 I mostly listen to music! Sometimes I listen to a Podcast instead 🎸 I do listen to music while I draw, if I'm on a tight deadline where I need to focus, I listen to the Pokémon mystery dungeon red and blue recuse team OST. If I have plenty of time to draw, then what I listen to depends on what I'm drawing. it may be where I am getting inspiration from or connected to the aesthetic of the drawing or directly connected to it.
What’s your favorite music artist/band? If you could ask your favorite band/music artist one question, what would it be?
🎤 Oohhh, this is pretty hard honestly. I don't really think I can choose a favorite, but no matter who I'd choose, I'd probably ask them who or what encouraged them to keep going along the path they chose.
🥁 Currently it's panic! At the disco, I'm listening to all their songs on loop constantly lmao. They have such great songs, they inspire me a *lot*. I even created a character based on one of their songs, he's the one I'll be drawing for this zine!:DI'd ask them about the meaning behing lots of their songs <3 The interviews at hand do not satisfy my curiosity enough lmao.I also love Halsey (her first album is my fave), Set it off, Maldita Nerea (a Spanish group) and plenty of musicals (Hamilton, Be more chill...) 🎷 I've so many favorite music artists its so hard to choose, but if I had to pick one, the male J-idol group ARASHI. And if I had to ask them a question, I'd ask them if they're happy and enjoying life well. 🎺 My fave band is Placebo! If hav to ask them what their inspiration would be for their early songs 🎸 My favourite artist is Hikaru Utada and I would ask her if she likes her pre-existing songs, some being based on her life, being used for kingdom hearts or if she would prefer to make songs specifically for the game, about the game itself?
Do you play an instrument? If not would you like to play one? Which one?
🎤  I have a guitar, but I'm still learning how to play that, and definitely want to dedicate more time to that in the future. I'm also kind of interested in learning the piano or violin!
🥁 Nope, but I *wish*, I have such admiration for people who do, seriously. Live music is the best. I'd love to learn how to play the piano, the guitar or maybe the ukelele... But I doubt I will, at least for now, my hands are pretty full with college and comic making. 🎷 I wish I could play the piano and any string instrument. Maybe violin or the harp. 🎺 I used to play the drums 🎸 I can play basic piano. I used to play a recorder when I was much younger.
Which song(s) are you going to draw?
🎤 Magic Island by TXT and Audio by Sia, Diplo and Labrinth
🥁 King of the clouds, by panic! At the disco. 🎷 To the Me of Those Days - KOKIA 🎺 Special K by Placebo 🎸 Sanctuary by Hikaru Utada & Slow dancing in the dark by Joji
What do you expect from this zine?
🎤 To see everyone create a work they're proud of based off of a song they like!
🥁 I just really liked the theme, I have all kinds of imagery and videos in my head about several songs I'm obsessed with. It's a nice excuse to draw a pretty, fleshed out illustration and to learn some new songs in the way from the others' pieces<3    🎷 To be introduced to many different genre's of music and to hopefully find a song/genre I didn't expect to like! 🎺 Mostly just to interact with different people and artists! Make same new friends! 🎸 I expect to see a wide range of music presented, of different genres and both lyrical and instrumental. I hope the music resonates with the individual, something they're proud to share with the other participants and the eventual readers. I would like to have a journey through the zine, experiencing different emotions from everyone's art pieces.
Anything else you want to add?
🎤 Everyone has been super nice so far, and I really look forward to seeing everyone's pieces!
🥁 Best of lucks to everyone participating! I can't wait to see everyone's pieces together :D 🎷 Thank you for taking interest in this zine!  All the artists have put in so much love into each of their pieces. It's been a pleasure to see so many different styles, their works-in-progress and I'm equally excited to see everyone's final product. I hope everyone is able to enjoy all the wonderful artworks being created and produced for all the songs being represented here when the zine releases.  ^^
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7goodangel · 7 years
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Discussion on Recent Post on PJ
AKA Answering Ask Time
Ah man sorry for just suddenly disappearing like that guys. Just I had to take a sudden break from tumblr. Anyway – I got several asks over the hours I was not on there... though I did turn it off at one point due to some hate being sent to me, which I will address below. I decided to go ahead and answer all of the asks that are surrounding the situation that happened and the events that happened due to it in this post. Any other questions that are specifically asking about something else (though mentioning a bit of what happened Monday) I’ll answer on their own and appropriately tag them, since I know a few of you were wondering about PJ a bit.
Anyway! On with the show! I hope that with this I can clear up a bit of things as well as give my thoughts on what you have to say about it! And I’ll be going in a random order with the asks… so bear with me! ^^
First, let’s do the not so great ones. Exactly – what happened with these:
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Ok… so by now I believe all of you know that Rouge was joking about all of that. Guess I can kinda claim these anon(s) as the first ‘hate-like’ messages I’ve received on Tumblr. Honestly I was expecting hate much sooner than this o-o But you guys can relax – the AUs that Rouge has are not being altered or going anywhere! Though just so you know – it was inappropriate to send hate about this when the problem stemmed more from the fandom and not me.
And to the next… time to do some clearing up ones:
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Yeah @lesmolghost … I thought so too. But then I discovered Amino and OH BOY… I’ll talk more about that with the next Anon answer…
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First – there have been a small amount of people who have been breaking my rules. There has been and probably is sin of PJ floating around on the internet when I asked people to not do it. I’m glad that most do not do this and some even ask the ones who have sinned to take it down on my behalf.
Second - as in how some of my friends would word this: “Show me a body”. This means ‘show me the proof’. I didn’t say that I hated the AUs or want them all to disappear. Goodness! I love all of the AU ideas you all make! Like dang, I am super surprised at that! I was more stating that I just really wanted people to understand who canon PJ is and not argue about it since people have been pretty hostile and even arguing with me on that an alternate version of PJ is canon. It’s fine if you like an alternate interpretation more, it’s fine if you hate PJ all together, it’s all fine – I just want to reestablish the foundation and then release y’all back to doing what you do best – creating stories and ideas!
A big part of me is keeping as much creative freedom to everyone as possible. I am a huge advocate of this idea. I hate limiting people – and my friends can back me up on that. (Honestly, it would kinda make me a hypocrite by having a character design based on two AU Sanses then saying no one can do AUs of that character o-o)
I say that Sam from @askinfresh did a great job of explaining this here: http://askinfresh.tumblr.com/post/158373656135/hi-7goodangel-i-am-here-to-ask-you-about
Plus… gonna mention Amino again – Just… if you have some free time to kill… humor yourself and look up either “Paper Jam”, “Paperjam”, or “Jammy” over on the Undertale Amino and… I think you’ll see where I’m coming from with at least being kinda…ticked about this.
So with that in mind:
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@annaskeleton – That is totally fine with liking how she interprets him! And it’s totally fine to have him in your AU however you imagine him to be like in there! ^^
Though if you want to know more about PJ, I have the tag “paperjaminfo” for any miscellaneous information on PJ as well his main bio on my main tumblr, my RP blog of PJ, and even on a wikia!
https://7goodangel.tumblr.com/pjbiodatru1
But yeah – As long as you mention that your PJ or any of your interpretations of characters are not to canon within an AU – go forth and make some universes!!!
So don’t be sorry about making an AU! Be proud! I can’t wait to see more of it! ^^
And also:
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Yep @iludahirihiri! I am the creator of PJ! ^^ And I would refer to the items above for more info on Paper Jam! These links are on my tumblr page as well! If on mobile, click “Nav for Mobile” and it should take you to the page where all my pages are at!
Now… while the top was a little more neutral or kinda negative… I want to say that majority of the response to what I had to say was positive and overall… I was dumbfounded of how many nice messages I got... I’m gonna try my best now to respond to each one that I was sent here: 
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First some anons – though I see one is @artisticcopykat ^^
But just… I was shocked to find people who never knew about how PJ really is… people who knew canon PJ for a while, and people who don’t even like any PJ at all – just coming together and saying nice messages. Like gosh… I say that there is a huge chunk of the UT fandom that is toxic… but you guys? You guys show that with every con, there is a pro. Just man… seeing support from all angles is just… amazing. YOU ALL ROCK!!!
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Thank you @sparklyracer44. I can see by the amount of people liking the post and for the ones that reblogged it either as is or added their two cents to it (no matter if you agreed or not! Still appreciate ya adding your thoughts to the conversation!). Again, I didn’t really see that extremely happening on Tumblr – it was happening on other sites I’m either not on as much or not at all. Again – to reiterate – I just want people to understand how PJ is truly. Not to convince everyone to like him or to force everyone to use that version only.
And @aimeetheshrimp, that’s exactly how I think on that too! Jammy is like an entire entity separate from PJ and that’s the same with all versions of PJ. I think if people thought of Jammy and PJ as two separate beings – then a lot of air would clear up! Again – love Jammy too! I really thought about the situation of Jammy’s Love and in his own universe – how he acts makes sense. But yeah – not canon, but still interesting to read and individual AU!
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Strangly enough @trusting-my-insanity…
OmniPJ hasn’t gotten that much hate as I expected…
However, while I have not received any major hate directly due to the ship, there have been people on different platforms that have given disrespect and hate to the creator of Omni, @cereusblue.
One time that I witnessed this was when Blue got an ask about how someone mentioned about how popular FreshPaper is and Blue responded “Too bad it’ll never be canon”. (Ya know… to be truthful yet funny!) But then… another person replied to that saying “What did you say you piece of shit?” (sorry for no censors but yeah o-o)
There has also been times that people that have thrown shade onto OmniPJ ship on more than one occasion. As well as directly disrespecting Blue with anything regarding to Omni. Which leads me to AMINO HELLO ONCE AGAIN. As one example, someone straight up told her that they will not change the title of their favorite from “PJ x PJ” to “PJ x Omni” due to using an OmniPJ picture… and both I and Blue explained it to them!
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Yeah… just wow Amino.
And for a more recent example of someone disrespecting Blue, here is a link to a recent post of hers: http://cereusblue.tumblr.com/post/158449708763/this-is-why-i-hate-amino-fucking-spare-me-this
Some just see Omni as another PJ and that is just another topic of ranting and pointing out… =_=
But yeah… I didn’t just want respect for PJ and myself – I want respect for ALL creators and their content.
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@awesome-moni-sama, thank you for the nice message! I do hope that people that haven’t looked at his bio and do things with AU PJs take a look at it and at least get an understanding on who is truthfully! But gosh… still thank you and your friend!!! ^^
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I agree with you @bloo-the-dragon, that’s how it’s like for most fandoms, just Undertale has really gotten that B A D.
All I want and wish is that this could be a lesson for all artists to understand the risks of posting an original character connected to a huge fandom, as well and more so for people who see artist’s content and want to go and do things with their OCs. We are all so supportive of one another, and want to show our favorite characters to others. We just need to make sure we all respect the artists and writers and creators. We all need to double check our information. We are in the age of individual research! If you can access Tumblr, you can also take the initiative to go and look up characters and make sure you know who created them. Sometimes the artist is just as popular as the OC, and sometimes they are not that well known. All artists no matter how big or small deserve the same respect across the board.
But to really end on a positive note – I want to thank everyone again… and also:
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Thank you so much for the support!!! I cannot believe I am under 200 away from 5000… o-o
Gosh I thought I was gonna loose followers due to what I said…but you all proved me wrong! Thank you. And though I am unable to do a lot of drawings due to school, I am so thankful that you are all patient with me!
I’m gonna announce that I do have two comics planned! Of course Mediplane… but I only have arc 1 fully thought out and needing to go through some editing (if I find time), so I want to work on one that is shorter! Which the temporary title is “Witch and Siren”, being about…of course… a witch and a siren and how they interact with one another! More info will be shown of that once I am out of school! Which all I need to do is pass these last few classes, take an exit exam…and I’ll be complete with my masters!
So I hope to go ahead and post some more sketches I’ve done and reblog some amazing art for the time being! Thank you for being so patient again!
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local-tk-simp · 6 years
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Bit of a rant comic I guess and I think a lot of unknown artist can relate.
I’m so sick and tired of seeing those “Tag the best artist on Tumblr!“ posts, mostly because lesser artist like me never get tagged or even known among all these people. Now I’m no hater and I have nothing against any online artist but let’s be honest, they’re only popular got that can do the “daily cool snazzy digital art” for big fandoms. While us traditional artist, who are still learning or have a simple art style who happens to lack a scanner, are left in the dust because anons or anyone overlook it as “bad quality” or “not as good/cool as [popular artist name here]“.
It really kills me on the inside.
Back when I first joined DA and uploaded my first art pieces on Nov 4th 2014, I was excited. Honestly. I wanted to be like the people I was watching, my inspirations: Popular and to be complimented on my work, good or bad as it was at the time. Instead I got nothing. No comment, heck not even a favorite and they were left to the sands of time.
I know what you’re gonna say. Something like “Don’t get your hopes up“ or “don’t be too optimistic cos you could be disappointed“ and I know that now but it would have been nice to even know about groups back then. It’s a bit better now but DA is not what I’m talking about here.
I came to Tumblr, hoping to share my art on more platforms for publicity but even after being here for over a year, it’s still just like my first art on DA.
I mean posted my fan-made Spyro characters (which is my dragon OCs redrawn as classic Spyro characters due to the hype about Spyro Reignited) and I was SO proud of it even though it was still in it’s sketch/concept stage. Like I drew it so well, I could look at it and go “they could totally be in a game!”. And when I get really proud of a piece, I like to show it off all over the place like a peacock and his tail. But when it doesn’t get a single like, it’s really discouraging. And time of day/posting is bullsh*t cos I reblogged that TWICE and still nothing.
I guess people were right when they say Tumblr is one of the worst places to post art since all people on here care about is general shitposts and memes (along with quality daily digital art if you can manage that) but maybe I should stop posting here and give Instagram a shot cos hell if I know I’ll ever be seen on this mess of a website.
I lost my original train of thought but I needed to rant. Good luck to those lesser known artists who manage to make it better than I do, those more popular artist I never had the guts to DM/chat to directly and my closer artist friends (@nightwonder7 and @aretmaw) for being good friends and cool people on DA and here. Despite this post being long (and a lil emotional on my end), I don’t need any sympathy and you can ignore this cos it’ll probably end up where all my other art is... in a blog with almost 0 followers and I’ll go back to DA where I get comments (or atleast faves) everytime I drop more art.
Here’s the link https://dragonmage156.deviantart.com/ incase you’ve actually seen my art and wanna see more (including the first ever deviation I mentioned earlier).
Also don’t be mean if I’ve unintentionally did a guilt trip or a desperate cry for help cos that’s not the point of this post. I just wanted (maybe even needed) to get all my frustration out on how cruel internet publicity can be.
I’ll leave my inbox here open but whether anyone asks me a question/prompt about me/my OCs is really up to what will happen in the future.
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