i have some idea of what is going on

So. Me and one of my friends do this thing sometimes where we meet up and put a bunch of characters on a spin-the-wheel and then draw them. One of the regulars is Tseng, because I quite like him (my friend has Vash there every time).

The first time they drew Tseng, he looked like this:

He has a giraffe neck, sure, but look at him! There’s the fella! Next were these two.

I was so fond of the second that I cut it out and stuck it on card stock. But you can see he is getting scrunglier. It became a sort of tradition to scrungle him.

And then tonight. Tonight this was created:

Now. You may be wondering, why baby? Well, this connects to Honkai Star Rail, where there is this meme. Baby Sunday.

He is horrifying, I know. The Tseng above inspired a similar feeling to the baby Sunday, and then this came next:

And we joked about his antennae. Which leads me to our grand finale, something that we both drew our own versions of.

How to handle a baby Tseng.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/F

Fandom: 重返未来：1999 | Reverse: 1999 (Video Game)

Relationships: Marsha Rosenhart/Sentinel, Marsha Rosenhart & Sentinel

Characters: Sentinel (Reverse: 1999),Marsha Rosenhart

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Graphic Depiction of Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Religious Guilt, Near Death Experiences, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, The Author Regrets Nothing, (except maybe i do we’ll see), My First Fanfic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard, Injury Recovery, why cant i reorder tags on mobile, no beta we get reversed in the storm like vienna

Summary:

Laying there, the heat consumes Marsha, inside and out. And it just keeps going. How she’s still conscious, she has no idea, but she can only pray to the distant gods that it’ll stop soon. Not that they’ve bothered to intervene thus far.

In that lonely trench, Marsha swears she must have died.

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Ah. Hell, Marianne gathers. That is not all that surprising. She has long known, now, where she is headed in the afterlife. She is not upset. After all, it is only just. She has killed. Nothing could possibly lift that sin from her shoulders. The temperature continues to rise, as if the sun itself has come down from the sky and is approaching Marianne. Eventually, everything goes dark.

In that quiet valley, Marianne swears that she must have died.

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i feel insane!! also realizing that maybe. saying a little bit what this is might get more people to check it out LMAO. i dont want to say my main thing because that’d ruin the suspense…