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Iv'e seen the example page and on his back where his wings should be stitches are there.. but dark still has his wings. and in the younger pictures of them Anti has wings.. is there gonna be a origin drawing(s) to show what happened? because that would be awesome!
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hey lil anti ! dont do it you will beark your face
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Now i understand why Anti has scars on his back........* walks into kitchen and drinks bottle of bleach*Β
IM STUPEEEEED!!!!!
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Cuz he used to have wings and the someone/something ripped/ tore his wings off D:
we we don't know what it is yet.
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i do!.....anti was running away from a war and he got..captured by something...he was in a prison and this monster wanted him to talk about his king...but anti refused...so he cut of his wings as punishment...
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i know right!?....poor anti...
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Wait a minute... Both of his eyes are green! Is that because dark removes one of his eyes (which either become Sam or goes to jack and gives him the later eyes)
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*begins to cry because he has stitches on his back instead of wings now* *nsobs*
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is that a little anti if so thats adorable X3
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Maaaan, I can't hate him if he started out like this!
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I'm totally in love with your artwork! It's really beautiful and inspires me a lot.
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So friggin adorable I wanna hug him and stuff him in my pocket 
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Two things could either happen here:
1: Anti will jump off and start to fly. (hopefully this is the outcome)
or 2: Anti falls flat on his face.
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My outcome if it was me would be the second one...
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Knowing how Anti is....i'm betting my money on the second outcome XD
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Unfortunately.....yep.
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Actually, 3 things can happen here:
3. The "cliff" will become unstable and before Anti jumps it will crash all down. Though knowing anti I would agree with the second option ;D
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so cute!!!! I'm right here if you fail!! *smiles*
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For long minutes - or hours, or days; Jack wasn't confident in his own sense of passing time in this In-Between to be sure - Anti recounted his tale.Β
Paying as close attention has he could, Jack tried to make sense of the string of events, a none-too-easy affair, Anti's usual speech was much the same as Jack's own Β during a particularly energetic or rambunctious tirade and if he had much to say but little time to say it in. Not to mention the gaping holes still existing in Anti's memory that, be it by choice or no, he was forced to talk around. In short, the demon repeated things quite a bit, but Jack knew full better then to stop him, letting him have his full say of whatever he wished to share.Β
It wasn't like Jack had somewhere to be, or no time to kill.Β
Slowly, jagged puzzle piece by piece, Anti's world began clicking together, a patchwork of the entombing and terrible tunnels within the demon's mind.Β
It was... a place the best fiction writers to have set pen to paper couldn't have knit together from the finest threads of imagination. Soaked in endless light, gleaming and always beautiful, auroras dancing like the skirt tails of the gods along the mountaintops all year 'round. Amongst them, a people limited only by how high they chose to fly, how far their wings could take them across some distant, never-ending horizon.Β
The scattered children of some long-dead deity - the existence of which Jack found himself almost wishing to actually believe - basking in the source of their own power, flowing from the very heavens themselves.Β
Anti, though sketchy and mumbling quickly, stuttering, frantic even, managed to collect his palette and paint for Jack the image of flocks of ilk the human man had grown so familiar with seeing waver like silken sheets out of the back of his confidant. Reigning the winds and riding them, in prayer. In hope.
And then....life. A childhood, spent with people and sewn into a landscape the demon only mentions with a flippant flick of a claw as the mere memory of shadows lingering annoyingly at the edges of his mind. Well...Jack supposes, for Anti, there was - is - only one person who could ever occupy any part of his thoughts for long. Still, there's the hazy recount of mundanity, even embedded so thickly within the realms of what any person from Earth could only consider fantastical.Β
When Anti is doubling back, hissing lowly to himself and shifting about while his memories resettle and form again, Jack...imagines. Lets his own past life stitch the rips in Anti's. Brothers and sisters all crowding around tables for work and meals and vying for their parent's sole attention. Jokes and pranks (far more harmless than Jack suspects Anti could have gotten up to outside of anything...well, modern). Days that seemed to speed themselves up for the sole purpose of cutting short the fun as their parents called for them the come inside just as the woods and well-tended fields lit themselves with the lanternbugs, tempting them out to chase.Β
A friendship closer to blood then anything Jack had now...
There are other aspects of life in this place Jack doesn't just suppose, but knows, that he could never understand as Anti does. He's never lived as Anti has, before he became...this, as much as the demon likes to (try to) fuck with his head in insisting they're mirror images of each other.Β
Jack's never held anything like edged metal. Never put hands on something made, and intended, to kill. He's felt the pull behind his skull, the itching like growing madness behind his own eyes as they light and pour forth their hellfire beams, straight into Anti's own face even, but...Anti lived. Jack knew he would. It was a slap on the wrist.Β
Not knowingly sending whatever he was looking at full on in the face to their deaths.Β
Anti was right about one thing - Jack and he were mirrors. The face each other considered wholly their own transposed almost perversely onto another who would never, could never, be him.Β
The stories stretch on. Jack wants to stop this, demand where they really are in the universe; a pocket dimension, or the spaces between worlds like the demon had first snapped. There were things moving about them, Jack can tell, and while Anti's eyes and fluttering energy baubles crackle around the pair make for enough light to drown out the most, the human still can't shake the feeling in the back of his mind that he is a goldfish in the middle of a very large, very active ocean.Β
Sometimes Anti's words are a flood, a charging wall, unstoppable in its progression and filling the space between them to the point Jack may actually feel like they take a physical quality, drowning him.Β
But sometimes it's eerily quiet, Anti stuttering off at certain points that seem of little importance to Jack, ought to mean nothing to either of them. The first time, Jack had thought, with the sheer explosions preceding these dead zones, Anti had simply blown himself out. Jack had tried to...say something. Make a cap for all of the information so he could go home and not have to think about all of this for a good long time - hopefully never again. It was not to be, apparently though, because as soon as he'd open his mouth the demon was at him, cut off and screamed at for 'wasting his time, talking' before Jack had even drawn breath to speak.Β
Now Jack has closed his mouth for as long as it takes for Anti to get through this. The other has gone off a little bit, facing away from Jack, curled around himself, a little ether drifting on the non-existent winds of this meaningless, endless flat plain of swallowed starlight. He's quiet. Whatever Anti is currently seeing behind his eyes, working or not, is not a shared thought.Β
Jack is thankful for whatever barrier that keeps their minds their own; he doesn't want know what the demon might dream of during those disturbing nights spent with Signe's musics box placed in front of his gangly form like a shield against the rest of any world out there.Β
The silence reigns. Ringing.Β
So much that Jack can hear his own heartbeat in his chest when Anti suddenly speaks once more, still facing away from him.Β
"I wasn't supposed to be there."Β
The demon's shoulder shook, and while Jack got the impression it was meant to be laughter passing through his form, there was hardly any mirth in the statement, or in the grated voice which produced it.Β
"Neither was he, honestly...and I went and made sure to let him know."
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pls don kill meh :'IΒ
ok, so, I realize not a whole lot of this little introspection makes sense, but this is what this (absolutely flippin ADORABLE AND HEARTBREAKING) picture of Anti prompted forth. I also realize it really doesn't fit with the picture im sorry againΒ
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This is the level of writing I aspire to be one day. Absolutely amazing!
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-////- thank you!! I'm gad you enjoyed it! I tend to gent rambly and very stream-of-consciousness when I write.
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I love and hate you so much...
You're so freaking talented!
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Also!! I saw your note to want me to critique your writing. I'd love to! I could just post the critique straight to the writing if that's cool with you?
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Yeah. That's fine.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FEEEELINGS ARE HURTING MEEEEEEEE!!!!!
This may be long, but good godΒ was it cool to read!
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*Laughs maniacally into the sunset.* I felt like I was channeling Tolkien or something while writing this....and I wrote most of it in my Civics and econ class...haha oops. 
I'm glad you really liked it!! Mask's art is so cute and precious and good and I want to protect babbu Anti forever 'n ever.Β
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This kind'a gives me the idea that they don't have their hair colored until they're older, like until the can fly or have finished training.Β
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Anti mother: Honey. You can't fly. Your way to weak.
Anti Father: Ummm....ask your mother
Anti brother's: Your weak. You well never be the boss guard.
Anti sister's: How cute our little bro wants to fly young.
Anti: *Works harder then ever. Makes wings stronger.*
Anti: *Flies by family*Β AND YOU DOUBTED ME!
Dark: I never doubted you..
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GAHHH!!!~ MY HEART IS THROBBING
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anti: hah, I showed them
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So I came up with the theory on what made anti the way he is today:
Anti was the youngest of his family...and weakest. With the help from his eldest brother Malcolm, he had become powerful. Now Anti continued his training on becoming the very best he could until finally at say 18 he the alliance of demons. They protect the kingdom where he grew up (at least I think it's a kingdom). Anyway he joins forces with dark. They must protect the king son, the son being dark Pewds. They all get along for a while until one day they come under attack. They fight there way through the attackers. However Anti gets captured. Anti gets captured when dark disappears with the kings son to try and save him. Anti thinks that dark abandons him leaving extremely angry. When he's captured he's interrogated and tortured here by driving him to go mad.
One day he finally release his powers and destroys the that has kept him captive. He uses his what we call boss powers. Upon escaping he is injured when he gets hit in the eyes with something sharp by one of the guards. Hurt mad and bleeding Anti flys away to his home where he discovers that dark has become the leader of the demon army. He goes insane and tries to kill him. This causes him to be permanently banished from his home leaving his family behind his life behind everything behind.
He's transferred well thrown to a green grassy and loud place Ireland. He's unconscious in a bunch of bushes when a young man passes by, jack. Jack sees this creature but isn't scared of him but rather interested in him. So he takes him home. ( at the time he's living in the cabin so no one really noticed anything). He takes care of him and even gives fresh new clothes. Anti being the mad demon that he is tries to possess jack, unsuccessfully I might add, for jack stops him by getting out his old toy he had as a kid, an old music box. Jack says Anti can keep it if he doesn't try to possess him.
Some years and a couple of attempted murders later Anti still lives with jack now along side of Wiishu too now. As they try to get the memories back to Anti and bring him back from insanity... play cat stuff with him too.
Okay I know this sucks but it's just a rough draft, let me know what you guys especially maskman thinks I really want to make this into a story.
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As one who is working closely with Mask on the narrative, I can say that you have presented a very interesting theory, and a much impassioned one, too. Β I can see that you're already building your interpretation of the world and the events depicted in Mask's visual work, and I find it interesting that you've focused on the events that led up to Dark's and Anti's fall from grace. Β
Now, I can't tell you what you got right in the theory you've presented here (sorry; such reveals are spoilers, after all), but I do approve of the effort you've put in so far and I also commend that eager fire to create more. Β All I can say is simply 'go for it'.
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Lean in close. Β What I'm going to say next is vitally important: we won't stop you from writing out your own interpretation of the story--in fact, we wholly encourage you (and anyone else) to do so. Β You don't need us to approve of your ideas. Β If we've inspired you, then we've done our job. Β All we ask is that you make sure you don't forget to credit Mask for the inspiration, and that you share your ideas and your finished work with us... aaaand by 'us', I mean everyone who seems to have taken a shine to these characters Mask has brought to visual life.
You'll do fine. Β Like Mask always says: "Keep on creating."
Stay awesome and love always.
~Lioness
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Wow thank you so so much I can't wait to write about this
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