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from the observations of a british diplomat in the ukraine in 1912, quoted in Bini Adamczacks Beziehungsweise Revolution

Oh how naive I was. How clueless.

"The fun thing for us for that end sequence was his costume -- what he would have left over from the ship. I don't really think you see it in the film but the trousers that he's wearing, they're cut from one of the flight suits. And we've done a belt buckle that's made of xenonite that Rocky would've made for him. And all of the sewing on it is a little bit - it's nowhere near as good as Jenny would normally do, so we had to purposely ask Jenny to do bad sewing at the top of his trousers, so it'd look like he would've done it.

And then our brilliant breakdown department, run by Tim Shanahan, they break everything down to look like it's 10, 20 years old. So his cardigan and the t-shirt's all faded. And even on the laces -- the laces in his chuck taylors -- because your laces always break after a certain period of time, so we found stuff that was on the ship, like elastics and stuff. There's a nice big close-up actually in the film, so you can see that they're not normal laces, they're like stuff that he would've got from the ship that he's made as make-shift laces."

When the last age ended and our age dawned, the Ixilan were lost within ourselves, dreaming. It was not an evil thing, to dream, but we dreamed for so long we forgot what the world outside ourselves was like, each of us wandering a solitary island.

Balinoor, a split-hearted daughter-son of the last age, tested the boundaries of themself. […] They shaped their own spirit to take this form, too, abandoning the ever-shifting form of a dream. For a long time, they tested their new form, stretching the spirit-legs, honing the spirit-blade.

Then, they swung their spirit-tail back and split the boundary of their body with their blade, shattering it from the inside. And through the many cracks, the light of the world came in.

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here’s my art piece for the 2020 Animorphs Mini Bang, drawn for @featherquillpen‘s beautiful fanfic “Shattered”! It’s a blanket/tapestry depicting the Ixilan myth from the fic, with a look inspired by traditional Jewish paper cutting and Batik wax-resist dyeing. It was fun to imagine what Andalite folk art might look like!

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ANIMORPHS MINI BANG 2020

A Princess, a Treehugger, and a Space Cadet Walk Into a Library by Solomoon

In which Marco breaks a library, Ax defaces a ceiling, Rachel wastes three pencils, Tobias attempts to read a book, and no one actually serves out their detention the way the administration intended. AKA the obligatory Breakfast Club fusion.

Art by Lemonhorse

Brain Stealing Aliens by FrenchRoast

After Estrid and the other Andalites leave, the Human Controllers start craving human hosts in a whole new way…

Art by Raven

Cash, Connect, or Call by LilacSolanum

After the war, Marco became an actor. A real actor, hiding from paparazzi and also calling the paparazzi to let them know he’ll be at Musso & Frank Grill and would like some photos, please. Lights, camera, action. This is a Hollywood story.

Art by Cedar

Date Night by BlondieSheep

A look into the romantic lives of the Animorphs, because even their dates are just a little strange.

Art by Sarifel

How A Hawk Throws A Bouquet, and Other Amazing Wedding Facts by LilacOunce

Years after the liberation of earth, one of earth’s Animorphs historians posits that when Rachel survived the final battle only to disappear eight months later at the height of her celebrity, it wasn’t suicide. Turns out it was something with a few more feathers and a little more Hava Nagila.

Art by Jalen

Just a Place We Have to Settle For by PoliticalBloodTea

The arrival of a Marco from a universe just slightly to the right of their own gives the Animorphs insight to Marco that he never wanted them to have.

Art by Leo

Marco The Best Wingman by Ender Valentine

Ax asks an awkward question, as he often does. This one’s about romance. Marco takes it with a dash of compulsive heterosexuality and a heap of presumption, and it all goes downhill from there. Cassie misconstrues multiple signals and gets it in her head that Marco likes Ax. Ax is interested in neither of them. He only has eyes for one boy: Jake.

Art by poisonbite01

Shattered by Poetry

How Mertil and Gafinilan fought each other, gardened together, shared a secret, and fell in love.

Art by Catie

Art by Lerl

The Reward by Sarifel

Tobias has vanished after Rachel’s funeral. He’s found a new meadow to call his own, and he’s happy that way. No, really. He is. But maybe that’s not what he’s supposed to be doing after all.

Art by Ifer

Third Grade Brain Slug Saves The Earth by Catie

Aftran 942 promised Cassie that she would set her human host free, and never take another host again, if Cassie became a caterpillar forever. Now, held in the Yeerk Pool for questioning, she needs to figure out how to keep that promise, or else the Animorphs—and the Earth—are doomed.

Art by Kara

Art by Max Allen

Urban Arcana-morphs by poisonbite01

In the late 90s, a group of junior high kids head out from the arcade to a little after-school dungeon crawling. What they find is not what they expect, and they are pulled into a conspiracy, an alien invasion, and a fight for their world that they were not ready for.

Art by Alexander Teel

V-Y Day by ChekhovsDormantSupervolcano

Almost five years after they win the war, the four Animorphs left on Earth aren’t all on speaking terms. As the anniversary of their fraught victory rolls around again and the rest of the world celebrates, they each grapple with their own trauma and alienation, and some of them reach out for each other’s support.

Art by LilacOunce

When Is Morphing Like An Elevator (When It Goes Bad It Goes Really Bad) by Cavatica

Marco has a special power none of the other Animorphs have. One might even call it a reverse super power. If he didn’t have to save the world every few weeks, he might think that being able to morph two animals at once was a neat party trick. And if not for the fact that it could be triggered by something as stupid as a bad dream. Or an ill-advised crush.

Art by Ace P. Cambrian