me age 11: i need a tragic backstory for my OC π€π€π€
me: i got it,
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I redesigned (somewhat) the sneasel character I created a while ago. I'm very proud of this ref.
Which path should he choose?
The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?
he should wander away and have a picnic while he thinks about what path to choose
Great idea! But where should he have the picnic?
Under the tree, or under the old fort?
By the sea, so he can enjoy the sound of the waves
A lovely choice!
Should he build a sandcastle to pass the time? Or perhaps go fishing?
Perhaps he could collect shells he finds interesting
Sounds fun!
Which shell should he pick up?
This one
That's not a shell, it's a tiny earpiece.
Should he listen to music? Or to the mysterious pre-recorded message?
He should give it back to the crab in the largest shell, they thought they had lost their wave-pod and are grateful he found it!
The crab wants to give a gift in return.
Should he accept the gift of power, or the gift of knowledge?
the gift of friendship :)
Friendship acquired!
Should they celebrate with pizza or ice cream?
The crab friend cannot eat either of those! Let's split a nice seaweed salad instead. :)
So many options!
Should they get tossed salad, wiggly salad, or spiky salad?
Seasar salad
Nothing beats getting it straight from the source
Should they use scissors or claws to cut the seaweed?
What about that sword in the first panel?
The circle is complete.
Through choices, friendship, and salad, he found his way to the path of the warrior. But he won't walk it alone.
Their path is just beginning, but this story is over.
Thank you to everyone who participated!
Mario kept reminding me of someone and I couldn’t figure out who until it suddenly hit me.
I can’t believe I’ve been both a fan of Mario and Asterix for years and had never noticed the similarities before. Shame on me. xD
Thank you for putting in image what Iβve been thinking for years
i have felt weird and terrible all day. what is happening
someone take me out back and shoot me like a sick horse
alright well fuck you too. iβm going to escape my pasture at night while youβre asleep and break all my fragile horse bones
you arent in a pasture at night you are locked in a stall in a barn with a blanket on. bitch.
ok well the blankets not so bad. i like the blanket. and the straw and the oats. dickhead.
do u want a sugar cube. do u want to chill and eat some sugar cubes together
this is fucking great things are all looking up for me. a sweet little treat