If you made a iceberg for homestuck what would be in the blue sky and what would be in the depths
For the blue sky, it would be something like his earlier works prior to webcomics such as Whistles, his cover art for The Midas Flesh, and "And It Don't Stop". To lay on the groundwork that he had experience in real life comic industry.
For the depths, it would be that one SBaHJ comic that was found in Skaianet Systems and Kate Mitchell's nudes leaked on Kiwifarms are ones I can think of. Specifically for the latter, her flat ass wearing that Vriska underwear.
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God everyone I love deeply like Nina Simone, Jeff Buckley, Nick Drake, Sinead O’ Connor, Jim Morrison, Sixto Rodriquez, Joni Mitchell, Hozier all sing with such passion and emotion and through that wisdom- they use their voices to speak in such a language of such incomparable clarity, that what every man experiences in soul but just simply needed deciphered for them. What once becomes oh so clear. They are angels as much as poets in the manner their truths falls from such a foreign tongue in the way it has never yet been expressed before, but surpasses need for mere words as sung in captive song. Their deep rooted feelings tie to the listener, leave a mark so deep in us and leave us forever changed. Those are my favorite artists of all.
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6 May 2023 | Princess Charlotte of Wales travelling in the state car during the Coronation of King Charles III and Queen Camilla in London, England. The Coronation of Charles III and his wife, Camilla, as King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and the other Commonwealth realms takes place at Westminster Abbey today. Charles acceded to the throne on 8 September 2022, upon the death of his mother, Elizabeth II. (c) Jeff J Mitchell/Getty Images
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SOBER SIDE OF SORRY
gender-neutral, no y/n / alcoholic themes
“dark-haired girl, too much jack daniels
and i’ll be honest right now, i am too drunk to handle.
dark brown eyes, and a neck tattoo
i am next to you, but i’m a thousand miles away.”
Walker’s hand gripped the top of his glass, his slightly trembling fingers causing a rise of anxiousness within you.
“Don’t drop that,” you say, glancing at the glass and then quickly back at him.
He smiles wide, his tongue peeking between his teeth. “‘Ain’t gonna drop it, sugar.” he spits. His body moves towards yours as he wraps his free hand softly around your hip, “Dance with me?”
You frown as you set one hand on his and the other beneath his glass, pulling it away from his shaking grasp. “Sure.” you respond, setting his glass down on a flat rock directly beside the bottle of Jack.
The dance horrible; between his drunken over-confidence and your own drunken humor, you tripped over each other’s feet several times before you both ended up on the ground.
You smile as you look beside yourself at Walker, who had fallen directly next to you. As your eyes locked, your smile faded.
You wished he’d love you like this sober.
His eyes sparkled with an idea as he pounced on top of you, his hat falling from his head and hitting you in the face.
He laughed, “Whoops.”
You smiled again, reaching up to take the hat off of your face. His eyes lit up again when he saw your smile from beneath his hat. “Yer smile is real pretty,” he giggled.
He reached behind him, grabbing the glass you’d set on the rock and taking a sip. He leaned down, grabbing your face.
Walker pressed his lips against yours, smirking proudly as he shared his alcohol with you.
You swallowed down the whiskey as he pulled away. Your body went hot as he moved his lips down, meeting your neck.
He kissed along the snake tattoo that wrapped around your neck — his mind is always on that tattoo; did you get it because of him?
The wet feeling of the leftover whiskey on his lips made your skin tingle.
“Walker,” you groaned, “What’re you doing?”
He bit down softly. “Appreciatin’ you,” he mumbled, “Yer perfect, y’know.”
Your mind went blank, “You’re too confident like this.” you sighed.
He paused before pressing his lips against your neck one final time. “I love you,” he spoke softly, genuinely.
Your head tilted, locking your eyes directly with the nearly empty bottle of Jack resting on the rock. “Sure you do.”
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