going goddamn fucking feral over my own video edit wip here
i had two moments where things kinda just fell into place!! ! in a magical way! !!
bc like! !!!!
at 0:09 there are four lil clips that i've rationalized as like. the evolution of steven protecting himself from perceived threats. and how that changed from defensive, to disarming, to offensive, to destructive
and there's another multi clip evolution moment here at 0:25 that's about steven and expressions of anger... which moves from quiet, to visible, to coming alongside the summoning of his weapon, to the first triggering of his souped up pink state, to acively weaponizing said anger in battle, to The Lad Has Briefly Snapped, His Anger Has Turned To Malice, Watch Out
and i just AUGHHHHH i fucking LOVE editing and using clips to pull out themes and highlight certain aspects of character development and like, make myself fucking emo or whatever a a aaaAAAFUUFYGH
Working on commissions and gotta go make borsch, so I have no time to polish occasional sketches. Maybe later. Oh no, borsch cooking is scheduled for tomorrow now. Oh, well.
Kids, I got over-excited...and by that I mean I am a little drunk. Reasonably so and in the safety of my own kitchen. But the result of said drunkenness is the addition of another chapter to "The Trojan Horse Virus." You're very welcome.
“Crowley…” Aziraphale trailed off, looking between the cake and the man seated before him.
Crowley had remembered all the things he liked. The wine he had mentioned in passing one tipsy night at the bookshop. The chocolate cake, which, though not exact, was as close as possible to Aziraphale’s favorite chocolate ganache that had been the catalyst of their entire friendship. Crowley was trying to provide for his preferences, for his very particular preferences. Because Aziraphale was particular. He knew what he liked, and Crowley had done his best to accommodate him.
He bit his lower lip, feeling nearly on the verge of tears. No one had ever…well, maybe his parents years and years ago…but no friend, and certainly no partner, had ever made such an effort to please him.
“Shit,” Crowley grimaced, seeing the shine to his eyes. “Did I do something wrong? Is this too much. Sorry. Shit…sorry.” He ran his hands down his face, steepling them over this bridge of his nose. “I just wanted to…”
Aziraphale shook his head abruptly, reaching out toward Crowley, though stopping short of actually touching him. “Nothing wrong. Not at all. Quite the opposite. You really didn’t need to go to all this trouble for me.” He felt suddenly very exposed, very seen. And he realized, in equal measures of panic and relief, that he didn’t mind.
Also, this bonus chapter comes to you via a very productive body double with @theangelyouknew, who is working on a friggin' awesome second coming wip, "Catch A Falling Star." Check it out!
okay so literally everyone is doing this so i decided to try it bc why not (i need the motivation bc i honestly CAN do it im just too lazy but if i promise people thennn !!)
okay so if you get this post to 6.9k by new years (i love how impossible im making it lmao) i will do the following things:
1. i will go finish all of my drafts (i have 7 wip's some of which might not be posted)
2. i will try to sleep on time next year.
3. i will talk this girl that i really wanna be friends with.
The United Unicorn Fanciers Association, USA branch, has published their new poster for the calendar year showcasing the current most popular breeds in the fancy.