III of swords ✦ The Magician

That's it I'm going to make a season 3 rewrite where 1) Din's Boba Fett arc didn't happen until season 3 and 2) he was a reluctant leader

Do we want a novel format, or a script format?

actually before i update more pages, i'm gonna do some early spring cleaning and go on an unfollowing spree. give this a like if you want to stay mutuals !

yujun-s -> booskwan reaching my final form !! interact if u see <3

i think the world is ready for a shadow rhe hedgehog remake

People keep telling me to do something to a murder, do you happen to have a murder somewhere around?

I might be able to show you one on the roof. 😏

Chapter 32: “Where the Goddess Dwells”

GOOD AFTERNOON, EVERYONE!!!

arcane screen studies

im going to write and finish a dead dove fic.

For the first time in what seemed like ages—after years of dealing with all manner of strange oddities and people on this island—Django was thoroughly and utterly confused. And this wasn't the typical sort of confusion he had grown somewhat accustomed to given how Radiale was practically at the crossroad for every single conceivable universe you could dream of. No, this was something more. This was the kind of confusion that leaves your body in a state of shock—your mind desperately trying to conjure up some explanation, yet nothing seems to stick.

What had only been a few seconds felt like an eternity for him as Django's mind raced with thought after thought, doing everything he possibly could to try and find some reasonable explanation for this phenomenon. I mean, yeah, sure. Some people kinda sound the same. Life's weird like that. But no matter how similar two people may sound, there will always be something distinct to tell them apart; whether it be their tone, their speech pattern, or anything else of the sort.

But this? Oh, there's no beating around the bush. He knows that voice. He owns that voice.

" Huh? Yeah, no, sorry. My brain's like.. trying to process this right now. Pretty sure most folk would freak out over this. But then again, I ain't most folk. "

His head tilts to its side in the same way a dog's would. Eyes narrowing as Django wonders if the island's benefactors are merely fucking with him.

" Maybe? I think.. I think we should probably talk. "

@darkenforcer // Continued from here

heehee bg3 acquired :>

He’s holding an invitation his mom had picked up for him.

Second World Tournament with an announcement that it is going to be an annual event?

Couldn’t have come at a worse time for him. But... might be something to throw himself into.

... She's not herself.

ah hello yes, i'm loading up syndicate again