We all know what 5th grader Garrison looked like, but how do you think little Rick looked like?
I was gonna do a joke where I just drew their heads and then gave them kid bodies but I forgot
Anyways, I REALLY tried to think of how he would look like as a kid but it's really hard 😭😭
It's hard to imagine him as a kid ya know?
I hope this is what you're looking for 💔
Maybe the design will grow on me but idk 💀
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If I might make a request, could we be graced with something fluffy, like Mohg playing with Morgott's tail when they were kids?
Yessssss!
Some art to go with too!
Always Loved
Young Morgott/Mohg dabble
Warning: strong language, blood/gore, mentions of animal death, light mentions of wounds
It had been a hard few weeks: scraps from the surface dwindled now that the seasons became cold, and the bitter chill twisted down into the darkness of the shunning grounds.
The omen twins grew desperate, having to hunt more dangerous game for food. They were not opposed to eating rats, but here the creatures grew giant and deadly.
Their hunt was fruitful, but came at a cost. Mohg, the younger of the two, had a chunk taken from his arm during the fight.
Morgott had patched him up, using bits of his own robe to bandage his forearm. Mohg watched him with wet eyes, a little grimace from the pain creasing his face.
Morgott frowned, insides ate up with guilt. He softly touched his twin’s face, “It’s alright…”
Mohg gave a little nod.
“I’ll cook for thee.” Morgott soothed, standing to drag the rat back to their makeshift home. It was slow going, the young boys careful to mask the trail of blood so no unwanted visitors would be had.
Morgott knew a small bit of magic, taught by the older omen that roamed the pipes, just enough to make sparks. After the fire was made he roughly butchered their kill and began to cook bits of it at a time.
Mohg ate everything handed to him ravenously, sharp teeth making short work of the charred flesh. Morgott watched him from across the meager fire. He took a few small bites before handing the rest of chunks to the other.
Once full, mohg retreated to their nest to rest and heal. Morgott tended the fire for a while longer, watching the shadows dance over the stone. He eventually joined his twin, sharing warmth and comfort.
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Morgott sat, looking over his little collection of dried erdleaves, some still held small hints of a golden glow to them. He picked one up, turning it over in his clawed hand. His tail began to flick a bit, horns scraping hollowly along the stone floor.
Mohg rolled over in their makeshift nest, rubbing at his injured arm absentmindedly. His orange gaze locked onto his twin’s tail, following it back and forth. He slowly rose to all fours, crawling forward as silently as he was able.
Morgott heard him instantly, but decidedly didn’t react, keeping his eyes on his leaves.
Mohg crept closer, tilting his head to the side to study the movements. His pupils expanded, butt wiggling a bit in his excitement. Morgott’s lips curled, swishing his tail enticingly, still pretending not to notice.
The other’s muscles bunched before he pounced. He grabbed Morgott’s tail, falling heavily on his side to gently bite at it.
Morgott jolted a bit, giggling and trying to pull his tail free. The movements spurred mohg on, kicking and rolling around, playing like a young kitten.
After a particularly rough bite, Morgott gave a little squeal, pulling his tail away. Mohg huffed, sitting up.
“Thou art feeling better.” Morgott laughed, rounding on the other.
Mohg went back on all fours, dropping into a position akin of a playful hound. He smiled with too many teeth, wiggling. Morgott mimicked the stance, tail fluffing up. Seeing the other join in made the younger twin’s eyes sparkle.
He made a little growl before jumping. The twins wrestled a bit, all playful bites and rolling about the cobbled floor.
They scuffled for a time before chasing one another. Morgott dove into their nest, Mohg hot on his trail. They shuffled around until comfortable, Mohg giving the other a headbump.
Morgott smiled, returning the gesture. They began to settle, bodies a tangle of gangly limbs and a long tail. Mohg huffed, cuddling into the other’s warmth. Morgott softly pressed his lips to the other’s forehead before tucking into sleep.
History would record that the Omen King was never loved: not by his gods or the Greater Will, that his curse alone branded him a pariah. But that was all a lie, for he was always loved. For no one loved him more than his dear brother, Mohgwyn…
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Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :
Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources
Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)
Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women
Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women
Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)
Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)
Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community
Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS
Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough
Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media
Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards
Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories
Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")
And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue
Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)
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