i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.
Im so happy that people are finally starting to realize Bowuigi's potential since the new Mario movie trailer so I made this sketch as an celebration for it finally being canon /j
Also i made a SpeedPaint under the cut, there's flashing lights so be careful tho
you ever think about how gerome and fake pep are the only two guys who really only ever knew the tower as their home? i do
lots of fp text in this one so full un-ciphered script is going under cut below. [mostly just a bunch of headcanon nonsense about his whole Situation in the tower :p] [there is also a second bonus after because i am insufferable] anyway,
bonus:
hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome] <-u are here [noisette again]
gerome: i say there monstrosity! do you know the times?
fp: …?
gerome: haha! just an old joke, lad.
gerome: but seriously, i never saw you around the tower much. what's your deal?
fp: ...
fp: 👈 ??
gerome: yes you! you never struck me as just some hired goon like the rest.
fp: i… i don't really know.
gerome: oh come now, you needn't be modest.
fp: i'm not! i-
[fp takes a seat]
fp: they…. didn't tell me much. the…the lab. you know it?
gerome: i'd pass though, now and again.
fp: i was there for awhile, with lots of other copies
gerome: oh, you knew the other clones? what were they like?
fp: nutritious.
gerome: ah.
fp: they-the tall one- moved me to….「bruno's」 later.
gerome: tall one… you mean pizzahead?
fp: uh….right.「pizzahead」 …started changing it. kept changing it. i think i was waiting for something. waiting… to open? but he told me to keep-stay in there. to guard it. was there…longer than the labs but we never got to finish…. but i think we were close. But then「pep-
pep: woah. never seen him this chatty
gerome: just have to ask the right questions, i suppose
pep: I mean, sure but-- wait, you can understand him???
gerome: it's only natural, after all, he is at least in part- part of the tower; made from its power and resources, and so connected with my brother...and to some extent, myself. his speech resonates with the old echoes through its chambers, and while i may not be as omniscient, it has no secrets that would fully elude me.
pep: ...uh. ok, sure. what's he saying?
fp: ..!
fp: XXX!
gerome: ah…. seems he's a bit embarrassed.
pep: aw. er…look, it may not be my business, but whatever happened in the tower is behind us now, yeah? i know i sure try to forget it too
fp: 😬
fp: ...😓👍
[fp turns back to gerome]
fp: ............i wasn’t done
gerome: he wasn't done.
fp: yeah. then 「peppino」 came through. you probably know. hard to miss him.
gerome: heh, I'll say.
fp: We fought, I stayed…. didn't know anything else until 「pizzahead」grabbed me. fighting more on the roof...
fp: You know the rest? you ran out with us...
gerome: mhm
fp: And… now we’re here.
gerome: now we’re here…
fp: ...that's all i had. so..... i still don't really know. sorry...
gerome: ah, don't be. that's just how it goes, i guess. not much that can be done now...
gerome: i suppose we both left some things behind in that tower. i certainly know it can be daunting to leave the fold of familiarity.
gerome: but, for what it's worth...i think it’s for the better things worked out for us as they did.
fp: yeah…
thank you for being subjected to me being insane right now. i'm draining one of my humors into this blog. this guy in uni improv (i know) keeps referencing thread counts in his scenes, like not enough to be an actual running joke, but enough to notice, and it's getting me so bad. i'd draw the guy himself but that feels weird to do without asking since i don't know him too well. so charlie gets the line that's rattling in my skull like a loose lego stud
My head cannon is that Machete isn’t /bad/ with children he just doesn’t /get/ them. He doesn’t know what to talk about. Asking them their opinions on the Holy Roman Emperor’s endeavor to tax books published in various languages.
wheeze
I had to go and dig out this recent twitter exchange
Doodles before i go to sleep! + A peek on my narrator's out-of-bounds form or what else you call it ^^ i had fun doing these!
Info-dump just past this "keep reading" line! Give it a look-see if you'd like! It offers some explanation behind some of the doodles here:
• Narrator is built different, to put simply. He can see clearly through his glasses despite the fast bouts of coding speeding across his vision a mile a minute. So if Stanley or some human being were to put on Narrator's glasses, all they would see are fast blurs from the game's codes. (See fifth /5th/ doodle)
• Narrator has an Out-Of-Bounds Form! (I like calling it that it's nice to my ears) He's big and gooey (like the inside of a lava lamp!) And supposed to be very starry sometimes! He also appreciates tiny (read: literally) kisses from Stanley.
• In case some missed it in one of my posts' tags - (My) Narrator indeed calls Stanley dear, darling, etc! It started as an ironic thing Narrator would do and a thing Stanley would frown at, but it got so frequent that they got used to it over time and just accepted it.
• (Not related to the doodles but a tid bit of information about Narrator) He doesn't always physically accompany Stanley through the Parable :) he only does when he feels like it or when either of them need a moment. Or when Stanley insists enough.
And that's all! I may delve into more serious tones for TSP doodles and art sooner than later, maybe. Soon ;)