rebranding.
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hey, everyone!
gonna have a talk with y'all for a second.
this was something i've been kinda mulling over for a long time, to varying degrees. for around half the year, maybe longer?
at first, i wasn't sure if i wanted to just deactivate from this account and leave it in existence whilst never touching it again, or if i wanted to delete everything altogether and never resurface in this light again.
but after going through some stuff, thinking about things, and wondering what would make me happier, i've made a decision:
this account won't focus on spop anymore, but rather making my own remake for the original 1980s' she-ra. it is likely i will still bring up spop here and there, make comparisons and such, but this won't be an account centered around criticizing the show.
there's a number of reasons that are all personal to me, so, please, don't think i am attacking you if these reasons ring true to any of you to some extent. reasons being:
generally speaking, i've been unwell and have been set back a few steps in terms of recovering.
i personally feel too old to keep this going for longer than i have been ( i started this in october of last year, i believe, so almost a year since i started this account, but i've been making anti content for even longer ).
i don't feel as connected to the characters i defend. i love adora, bow, angella, kyle, etc. but the flaws that is this story have exhausted me. i don't feel quite as attached. rather like they are a memory of my life that i don't want to return to, but appreciate for what it gave me.
this sounds petty ( and it is, but the pettiness wasn't intentional at the beginning ), but i kinda found another show that deeply disappointed and enraged me for a variety of reasons ( might make posts about it sometime ).
and, despite my previous point, i would wanna make content that i know would make me happier in the long term, rather than letting some steam off in the short term, if that makes sense.
so, by the end of this week, i'll basically be a different account. none of the posts will be deleted ( even if i wanted to, i made too many, haha ), but posts that were made to be a series will be discontinued from here on out, and i won't be responding to the spop related messages sent in my inbox.
as for my spop ocs, i most likely will either make content of them very rarely, import them into my she-ra remake, or put them in different universes entirely. haven't decided.
thank you all, so much, for your support and love and for trying your best to help me through some pretty bad times.
i love you guys <3
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This is my genuine attempt at an ew adjacent artstyle dont come at me TTATT
LOOK LOOK LOOK!! MY EDDSWORLD SONA/OC!!
INFODUMP BELOW
His name is Nils, he's a magical boy, and he USED to be the "night shift" superhero, but ever since Super Guy dipped out on everybody, Nils had to pick up the slack and be the 24/7 super, this on top of dealing with his day job in an advertising firm, he's pretty pissed at Super Guy.
How does he know Super Guy is alive?? He called him and said he 'got embarrassed at work so it's all you now buddy'.
Nils and his cats fell into a skip full of trashy isekai anime, and a convenient miscellany of sciencey chemicals, which in turn gave him powers. He activates it by going 'nya'.
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Nursery Rhymes as Told by Briarpatches | Greypool
“I’m Greykit now, Mom,” said Greykit, when they were nestled back home.
Fallowtail stilled. “Greykit, is it?” she asked, her voice frail. “I - I hadn’t known so much time had passed. You’ve both grown so big, but names -”
“Can we get new names?” Palekit piped up, muffled by Mom’s fur before she twisted to face them. “I don’t wanna be Palekit anymore.”
“Why not?” Mom gently prodded.
Her lips curled into a tiny snarl - a perfect likeness of Hailstar’s, earlier. “It’s stupid and windy and I’m not a Windclan cat.”
[Set in @fatal-rewrites-warriors's rewrite of Warriors, found here]
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"Greykit and Palekit," Reedfeather declared. "Welcome home, lovelies."
His daughter could not see his expression from between his paws, but she could see those of the strange cats around him. They were wrong - not a single familiar face in the crowd. They all smelled wrong, too, like the wind had stolen their scents, not like the musty comfort of Mom. All strangers.
One face frowned - the huge tom padded forward and sniffed the sisters with a scarred nose. The kittens shied away.
"I’d keep those ideas to myself, boy. The kits are too young to be named.” The tom rose up to squint at their father. “Especially adapting to so many changes, the stress could do them in.”
The kitten - was she Pale or Grey? - felt her father stiffen behind her. “Riverclan could not keep them from me, Hawkheart - neither will Starclan,” he said.
“Besides,” he added quickly, “they’re stars-given, for Heatherstar’s lost litter. Surely they wouldn’t take such blessings from such deserving cats?”
Hawkheart curled his lip. “Deserving... certainly.”
He padded away, vanishing into what looked to the kitten like the round, gaping mouth of a dead fish. She recoiled further into her father’s belly fur for something, anything, familiar.
But he wasn’t. She did not know the texture of his fur, or his not-smell, or his nasally voice, or how he licked her ears. She hated having her ears touched - Mom knew that.
“I want Mom,” she whimpered. “I don’t like it here, I want Mom - please, can we go home?”
[Keep reading on AO3!]
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