Okay, so I'm gonna try not to freak out, but uh.. I used to follow your art, and then my Tumblr went down, and I lost it.. the thing is I have you added on fb, and I'm ngl. I always thought your art looked familiar. Then I saw your Tumblr linked, and I honestly... cried. Your art always brought me so much comfort, and I was devastated when I couldn't find it anymore.. holy hell, I'm so excited. I can see more art now! I wanted to ask how you're holding up. I know life can be rough, and honestly, it's not nice more than half of the time to people who honestly deserve love. I hope you're gone from your old situation, though, and tbh I'm super happy I can see your art again! Though, tbh I'm nervous about messaging you anywhere since I'm not exactly... a friend or anything QwQ I hope you're doing okay, though, and I hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night!
Hello!! Welcome back!!! Glad that you enjoy my content still huhu 🫶
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What is Connor's worse scar so far?
Probably his tracker/monitor scar. He’s had several surgical incisions, but merpeople have an extremely fast rate of healing and regeneration (something that Kamski became particularly interested in after he’d caught Connor), so most of those scars have healed already, leaving only faint white lines if anything.
The scar on his temple, however, seems to be strangely persistent. It’s his most painful scar to date, and it’s also a constant reminder of everything that’s been done to him.
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Thinking about my etho design. I lovr phantom etho so bad. I think it’s so funny in my mind he was the First phantom. Specifically he was created at the same time as zombies and skeletons and Doc (who was the first creeper. To me.)
And in my head the reason Phantoms didn’t become wide spread until waaaaay after the world was created was because etho went I hate being this weird bat thing. Whatever it is. I’m gonna be a player.
And he did that. He just made himself into a people. Mojang didn’t want to start from scratch so they waited until like someone spotted this weird freaky flying thing. After years upon years they had to like go looking for him and just saw like. A guy. Just a dude. That is not their little freak mob baby. But it is
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Ingo held Khan's scaled wrist gently as he examined the claws his friend now sported. Five fingers had been turned into four deadly talons, new to Ingo but already put to gruesome work by the hybrid.
"I'm sorry about your hands..." he said softly. Khan shrugged as he examined his other claws.
"Eh, don't sweat it. It's hardly the worst thing they've done to me." He responded mildly. As though his body being changed against his will to a weapon was the norm. Ingo glanced at his eyes, his fangs, the remnants of his horns- and remembered this wasn't the first time his friend had been altered against his will. His grip on Khan's hand tightened.
"Still," he insisted, "if we'd found you guys sooner..."
If they'd found Khan and Nana sooner, Khan would still have his hands and Nana would still have both eyes. If they'd been just a little faster to realize the hybrids were missing, to remember where they had come from, if they had pushed their pokemon a little harder to fly and fight-
"I'm glad you found us at all, honestly." Khan said it off the cuff, without thinking, but must have felt how Ingo's grip tightened again. He turned his head to look at his friend and Ingo felt mild dread at the look in his eyes. As Khan leaned forward he cringed back just slightly.
"Hey, look on the bright side!" Khan accentuated his words with a point from his claws. He must have seen Ingo's confused upset because he smiled wider.
"The bright side?" Ingo repeated. There was a bright side to this?
Khan shut his eyes as if he was a teacher explaining something incredibly simple.
"Oh, my sweet summer train man, of course there is!"
He stuck out his claws like Elesa and Skylar did when they were showing off freshly done nails. The scales gleamed in the light, dimly iridescent.
"I match your color scheme now!"
Ingo's gaze remained on the claws for a moment. Was this really a good thing? Khan had lost another important part of himself because he and Emmet had been too slow. Was the simple black nature of his scales that important? Could it make up for everything else?
He looked up with tired eyes, meeting Khan's gaze again, and realized that Khan was not as unaffected as he thought. He was giving Ingo the softest smile he'd ever witnessed on the other man's scarred face, his eyes half shut and gentle. Khan had been there when it happened, had suffered the consequences, just as he had the last time he'd been abducted. He would figure out how to deal with his new appendages just as he always had before. It was not quite old hat, but it was also nothing new, and something would have been changed no matter how quickly he and Emmet had arrived.
For the first time in the years he'd known Khan, the hybrid was being sympathetic and offering Ingo a comfort over something he had no control of. Yes, he now had claws and scales, but they were the color that Ingo most frequently found himself in. The color of one of his closest family members. Ingo wondered if Khan had used that as a way to comfort himself after it happened, but didn't dare ask. Instead he tried smiling. Surely it was weak, but the worried look in Khan's eyes lessened.
"Yes, you're quite right." Ingo grasped Khan's claws as if they were still his hands, holding them tightly. He would get used to them, just as Khan had. It would be alright. "Another color would have been quite unfortunate."
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