"That's Awesome Dude Haha!" Alfred Grins, Looking Back Up At The Man, Wondering What Will Happen Now.

asjdhsjdn i finally learned how to draw them acceptably 

also why the fuck is the quality so bad i spent way too much fucking time making sure to avoid it uhhubjnelasdkn

based off of this (which is based off this)

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*crush is walking by*

Me: Quick! Act natural!

Everyone:

"Hmm..." Alfred thinks for a couple of minutes until an idea struck his mind. He grinned mischievously, and that's never a good sign with him. "Let's go and prank on iggy!"

“Haha so what do you wanna do now?” He replied.

So…because I just love to torture myself emotionally, I watched the Davie episode numerous times and…there’s something I noticed about it.

When America and Davie first met, Davie’s house was the only one for miles.

The book with the picture of the Blue bells in it was held in a large trunk made for travel or storing things a long distance. And considering that they, at this point in time, were only available in England, means that Davie, or at least his parents, were not originally from America.

The next time America went to see Davie, more homes had been build around the area, the place now being the size of a small village and by seeing the other boy who was talking with Davie, there are more people

The next time the place is even larger, it has turned into a full grown town.

This leads me to believe wasn’t just a young boy who lived in America. He was from one of the original English colonies, Possibly one of America’s very first citizens. The book about the flowers probably was something his parents brought with them over seas from England, bit since Davie was too young at the time he doesn’t remember ever seeing them expect for in a book. When Davie died America didn’t just loose a friend, he lost one of the FIRST PEOPLE TO EVER CALL HIS LAND HOME. Let that just sink in….

Living a normal happy life was not possible for her. From losing her parents at 5 years old, to gaining another father figure who becomes a mutant, and two brothers who were stranger than they seem. To training the art of Ninjitsu with her new father and brothers, she begins to make discoveries about herself. With that she teaches them the ability of mystic powers, which at first turns out to be a disaster. As they all learn their new ability's, they come to use their new found powers as they face the being who destroyed NYC, his name is Lou Jitsu...but what happens when something goes awry and they end up in another universe. One where Lou Jitsu is good and hes a father of 4 Mutant Ninja Turtles?

I call it Dark Descent.

I figured since theirs so many AU'S out, I wanted to create one of my own. Ill admit I'm not sure where this series will head, but hopefully it turns out to be a good one since I recently just got back in the mood to write, hopefully I can actually make this a good series...anyway! This idea came to me a few days ago and I figured id share it since I grew inspiration and motivation to write again from EternalGlitch's story "Like Father Like Son". I highly suggest reading it, it made me cry and get angry at certain moments. So please follow them, give their story a read!

Their will be warnings since this series will get very morbid and dark at times, so I would suggest if you are not comfortable with those types of stories then do not read it.

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Alfred's eyes widen, taking a couple steps back away from the mysterious man. "What the hell!" Dude I swear if this is one of England's magic tricks or whatever then he got me, but if not...then the hero is screwed...big time." He gulps, starting to shake from the ominous glare from the other man.

Hm.... interesting..... very interesting man.

“Dude what the hell are you?! Are you a villain?!” Alfred asks the man getting into a defensive position, not really sure of what might happen.

DO YOU SEE THIS FUCKING CUTIE.

DO

YOU

SEE

THIS

HUNK

for the love of god, write all the self-indulgent scenes you want.  be utterly  shameless about including every last fantasy.  i know everyone likes to share quotes and quips about how miserably hard writing is, but please please try thinking of it as a joyful act where you get to be a messy human who makes art rather than some pain filled quest for icy perfection.

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