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Saw this Princess Peach in the same dream as that Cubone I drew earlier.

I used the Odyssey rendition to write the lyrics here. The Castle I always figured had to have been before Peach's reign, and would last after... so it's not a theme for Peach, but rather, the kingdom itself. So, I used it as a basisc for a national anthem of sorts! Which. Helped me establish more solidly some lore gaps in what i'd been doing.

Lyrics below!

some imagery struck me for this chapter of "Three Boys Three Heroes and a City Called Gotham" in a way that hasnt' happened with fanfic before. I've literally drawn none of these characters before. I'm only HALF in one of those fandoms normally more or less. this fanfic has gripped me so so so tightly in a way I have never been grippe dby a fic before.. send help.

Version without the effects below the cut.

some imagery struck me for this chapter of "Three Boys Three Heroes and a City Called Gotham" in a way that hasnt' happened with fanfic before. I've literally drawn none of these characters before. I'm only HALF in one of those fandoms normally more or less. this fanfic has gripped me so so so tightly in a way I have never been grippe dby a fic before.. send help.

Version without the effects below the cut.

I was ready

We were ready

It was a game

For no glory

Then they charged down

Shields raised ‘gainst swords drawn

Giving pain

Won't play the game

A flash of pain

And A flash of flame

A light strike leaving

New magic weaving

What was once a celebration

Memories of declarations

What was simple interpretation

Became too real in recreation

bodies fall

my staff now drips

I see my mom

My pa is ripped

I saw it flash

Light from my hand

So can't I then

Heal what flesh was rend?

What is this now

Come from my hand

Is it hanging from round my neck?

I can't pretend

I can't pretend

Did I simply delay

In a forest dark

Death within the night

In the rot

A treasure gleams

Hoping to awaken

I reached with the dream

My eyes opened back in my home

A gem betwixt my feet

Tucking the stone besides my heart

A sense of comradery decrease

Yet solitudes a silly thing

In this camp of dreamers deep

Suddenly, everything recedes

Crumbles 'neath our feet

Gathering, the rising stone

A tower beckoning

Birds round a mirror sing

A whispering arcanic things…

Opening eyes at home I see

Familiarity is cleared

The lonely stone in my chest

A thought i'll banish there

Why ponder this cryptic dream

Or the jewels it left with me?

My company is here with me

I did a redraw of soemthing from 2014 and honeslty it’s a mixed bag .

for instance, Mary’s fire in my old picture i like better more, but technically she’s more proportionate and real this time. on the otherhand, I think how melty she looks is more natural, and you can actually tell what her body is

Garry honestly looks good in both pictures =3c