Don’t Forget, That It’s Remembrance Day.

Used only for carpentry.

Reposting this so I don’t forget.

This is making feel some type of way-

Me hiding from whatever dis this:

Guess what time it is… 

It’s Horny on Main day folks.

Keyframes by my lovely talented and constantly thirsty for some Deltarune No Suit brother @thelostmoongazer . He did a fabulous job crafting the initial concept for this animation and really should consider animating more.

Inbetweens by me.

I remember when my child was young they would say “Some day father, I will see the world!” I always told them they would if their heart so desired and if they had the drive, they really could.

What I couldn’t bare was my child leaving. I begged them to stay, that it wasn’t their fight. They said to me they were but eighteen-

“Some day father, I will return and when I do I would’ve seen the world…someday father, I will come back to you.”

They got on Buttercup, their favourite mare…and rode off with their solider friend to fight the monster that started this unholy war.

I cried like I have never cried before then..I waited. I hoped each day since then that my child would return, I dressed my best clothes and worked like I haven’t worked before to make the farm spotless for them to come home…

It was three years. Three years since I’ve seen them. No word on from their end but from what I heard it’s very much the same for many others…I hoped my child wasn’t killed…I prayed I wouldn’t loose another. I just wanted something, anything.

I didn’t receive word until a letter came.

The letter said that the war with the king was over…he was proclaimed dead. The war was done and my child would finally return home in three days time.

So I prepared, I made up their room, a room I haven’t stepped in for at least a year. I washed everything down, I prepared everything I can on the farm of animals and apple trees and on the final day…made my child apple pie.

Then…over the horizon of my farm where the sun peaked over each morning…I saw a dark knight ride on a nightmarish horse at the crack of dawn.

The armour the knight wore was dark as night that shimmered purple everytime they moved, the horse they rode was nothing I have never seen, a horse from hell with red bleeding eyes and a mane that was of hell fire.

The knight rode until they stopped in front of me and spoke with a deep voice…

“Branton Noor? Farmer of Evrin Acres?”

“Y-Yes?…That is me.”

The figure jumped off their horse and towered over me, they were as tall or even more tall as my solider child…

Their helmet hid their face. They said no words until they finally spoke with power-

“Branton Noor, I am Cosima, the son of Queen Ofara and Royal Ezlis Noor. I am your grandson here to bring you back to the Netherworld where the rulers await you…at your new home.”

My eyes popped out of my sockets in that moment. All I could muster to say to the tall figure was-

“Apple pie? …You must be tired…come on in, we can talk more inside.”

I waddle to my house and see in the corner of my eye that the knight follows closely behind me…

Oh my goodness…what just happened? Is this real? Am I hallucinating? One moment I was waiting word that they have died or worse…became another person but this? I HAVE A GRANDSON AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!

This…This was definitely not what I expected.

Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.

YUMMY

Fudgy triple chocolate skillet brownie

Striker was someone I had a soft spot for.

Even though he’s kind of a massive douchebag I like his voice, his design and I have some writing ideas on if Striker was ever a good guy.

I doubt he would have a switch up but if he wasn’t a big asshole and dealt through his problems, I think he would be a fun addition to the team!

Also in this AU, where Striker isn’t a dick with issues and is apart of I.M.P, I imagine him living in IMP city in a decent enough apartment but he doesn’t live there all the time, only when he was I.M.P work, otherwise he’s mostly in Wrath, doing work and living there.

Striker

Striker would be the opposite of himself in the show, more stable and self assured, still confident but not in the EXTREME WAY. He’s still cool and composed, sure he has problems but he is aware of it and tries his best to deal with it. He’s also kind in a subtle way as he is still kind of scared to be vulnerable and getting too close to people.

He can be a goofball mostly unknowingly but he can make a good quip.

But his problems don’t define him basically. He has his shit together, he’s more like someone who is along for the ride and then being the emotional rollercoaster and I imagine him being the cool chill one that isn’t always there because he’s doing other things but he’ll pop in and do a job.

He’s chill but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still ruthless…it’s more like waiting for the right moment to strike.

Ars Goetia

He still hates the ARs Goetia but it’s more under the surface and can tolerate working for one and being around them but he really doesn’t want to be there and it’s basically like a ticking time bomb.

Blitzø

He likes Blitzø and Blitzø likes Striker. Professionally and as friends but…maybe there’s more? Mostly on Blitzø’s side of things.

They have this dynamic with each other of just bullying Moxxie, where Blitzø would say something stupid, Moxxie would fight it and say it’s stupid while Striker would say it’s genius and it drive Moxxie up the wall while Blitzø and him laugh away. It is of course professional, they work well together on killing the target and have fun while doing it, they both have respect each other. Striker respects Blitzø for starting his own business, while Blitzø respects Striker for just showing up, being there and seeing the guy as a friend…which can make things complicated.

I imagine Blitzø being drunk out of his mind, showing up at Striker’s door and just…SOBBING. Saying incoherently shit while Striker just stands there like “am I getting a raise?” But as a good pal and co-worker he plops Blitzø on his couch while he makes breakfast. (Yes, he cooks. MY POST MY RULES.)

When Blitzø wakes up, Striker immediately puts up boundaries where yes, he cares about Blitzø and is willing to be friends but wants to keep things professional while also suggesting Blitzø deal with his issues as in the middle of the night he pissed on the couch or something crazy like that. So awkward at first, they end up just being good friends with nothing bad happening…

Millie

It’s very much a sister dynamic, like at first he’s all charming like he was in his debut (of course without the bodily harm) but then he and Millie just end up being the semi chill ones as Blitzø is shouting his head off at Moxxie who is near a panic attack, their just good friends who bond over being from Wrath and every now and then spar with each other and it would be a close tie but someone most likely have to intervene as they might actually kill each other.

Moxxie

He treats Moxxie like a little brother, someone to poke fun at and make him insecure a bit but will immediately give advice to him when asked for it and will always have his back, he won’t admit it to Moxxie but he is kind of protective of the guy since he sees Moxxie as less capable then Millie and Blitzø, but he IS IMMEDIATELY proven wrong, Moxxie is capable of things Striker isn’t and he is heavily impressed by that and Moxxie teaches him very important things, like how cool musicals are! (Epic the Musical reference I bet Striker would sing Thunder Bringer under his breath if bored). Just guys being dudes.

Loona

Loona doesn’t like him and Striker doesn’t get the whole daughter thing with the whole Hellhounds being lower thing but he just lets her be and is chill with her, he still believes in some kind of hierarchy which will take him awhile to dismantle that mindset especially with him slipping up and calling her “hellhound” instead of Loona, Loona puts him his place which he learns from to just call her Loona and respect her, which he’s doing and she can now bare being around him.

Wally Wackford

Listen. I ship both Striker and Wally Wackford and I don’t get ENOUGH CONTENT OF THOSE TWO. I am so UPSET THAT THEY REMOVED THAT DELETED SCENE. Just to summarize, there was a scene where Wally was “having the vapours” after Striker sang his song in Harvest Moon and I was so upset that they removed that because 1, more ship content and 2…Idk it would be funny if two of my favourite characters were gay for each other.

I have the head cannon that Striker is ace or at least demisexual and I love the idea that Wally Wackford would come into the office like he did before to sell a product or give something to the I.M.P crew like a delivery, while Blitzø is having some banter with the M&Ms or Loona I imagine Wally Wackford trying to talk to Striker or just give him a free something, gift gifting is how Wally shows his love and Striker is just…confused by the action.

I would love if each time they saw each other Wally would give Striker something and Striker would just have it on him, like if he was given a treat he would eat it or given something unbeatable he would just look at it with curiosity, like a background romance. I don’t want it to be a whole thing just lowkey as Striker isn’t sure about relationships but who can say no to Wally Wackford? Well a lot of people but he worked his way into Striker’s heart.

Work & Life

I imagine him only being in Imp city for work with I.M.P otherwise he’s wondering around Wrath doing other work…I have a lot more ideas like his backstory I have in mind but I feel like I should save that for another post.

I just love Striker. It would be cool if this was possible but from what I can see…NAH.

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

~A Letter To a Autobot~

I’m not a poetry or brief summary type of guy.

When I talk about something. I like to go ALL in.

In this letter, I hope that I can say all I need to say about your…poem.

I loved you too Orian. Deeply.

I wanted nothing more but to drop everything, EVERYTHING for you!

You made me feel safe & happy, things in my life I never experienced much of.

I wanted nothing more but to be yours.

But I couldn’t because they needed me. I needed someone like me. I am in a position where I can change things.

And I did.

Bots started to care about the ones that slaved away at those mines. Bots started to care about me. A lowly caste slave that fought & killed. And…I was ”blessed” with the name Megatronus.

I did what I had too to survive. I spoke out and did what I had to do for change. For not just me, but for the other bots that suffered far worse then I and those bots that died horrid & cruel deaths..But when I met you, I was selfish.

I finally had something I could call my own. Love.

How it can blind you more then sulfur, believe me I would know.

I wanted you.

But Orion…Optimus…WHOEVER YOU ARE ANYMORE YOUR CONFUSING ME.

Your letter was confusing because I don’t know what you want?

You want me to surrender? Truce? Make up? Keep fighting? DIE?!

You yourself are confused at what you truly want.

Well…I know what I want.

I am not giving up all this work, all this pain all this progress just to run back to you.

This ends when one of us is dead, Optimus.

I miss you. But one has to win.

And one has to fail.

https://youtu.be/aYEf8K7cEtQ

I want to help in any way I can by spreading awareness to anyone who is willing to listen.

If you want to know what the heck is going on I recommend you watch this amazing Youtuber, Xiran Jay Zhao.

They are a Asian creator who rambles about Chinese history and culture...they also write books.

They are a amazing person posting content about popular media surrounding Chinese culture and it is so fun to learn about it with them.

So that’s why I want to help to spread awareness!

Please I recommend watching this video because it covers what you need to know and understand about this movement and how to you can help!

Thank you so much for reading and remember you can do anything if you set your mind to it! Let us help in anyway we can! Even the smallest actions can make the biggest difference!

Have a great day, help spread awareness to not only to others but also to yourself!

Thank you so much for reading.

It’s frustrating when your parents just don’t listen. It’s upsetting at the fact that one doesn’t seem to care about who you choose to be.

I am not the child. I am not the child anymore, the child doesn’t need you anymore, I am the young adult that needs you. I am just confused on what to do as someone who wants to be seen as…them. I feel alone and yet I have those that love and care about me.

I don’t want to give up. I went through too much shit to just give up. I have too many things I want to do.

I want to see the snowy tundra.

I want to feel the warm sands of the beach.

I want to be engulfed by the salty waters of the sea and brushed by the branches of the green.

I want to see my friends smile & laugh.

I want to watch my favourite movie.

I want to listen to my favourite songs.

I want to smell & taste my favourite foods.

I want to live. I want to create.

I am not gonna die. I won’t die.

I am a knight who has seen & been through shit. I am not giving up!

I will not give up!

I will live. No matter what.