Final surprise boop attack for @yowassupitsred!!
Faeran would 100% be really obnoxious about Calamari, and would intentionally make others appreciate her boopings haha.
(Secret second boop attack to @starbiology in revenge to the april fools war because even though i didn't know if you had any characters, I think of her as your character by this point and I found this scenario hilarious in my mind)
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Jon gives a passing thought to his old clothes Somewhere Else
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[ID: A pencil and paper sketch of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood walking hand in hand, while the latter holds a paper bag of groceries. Jon is wearing a large cardigan over a turtleneck, and pajama bottoms that are much too big on him. Arrows point to each of these articles of clothing, letting us know that they are all Martin's originally. Jon is looking off to the left, contemplatively, and says "Huh, I wonder where my tweed jacket went. I haven't worn it in a while." To which his spouse laughs and says sarcastically, "Gee, I wonder why that is." Jon responds "Me too." not catching Martin's sarcasm. \End ID]
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What is Marry like in this AU of yours?
God I fucking hate Tanya von Degurechaff so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every piece of propaganda she's in, every photo, every parade, every video, she's got this painfully serious, annoying as shit, fuckass blank look on her stupid fucking face. Absolutely no part of her ugly as sin piece of shit appearance is endearing. Her stumpy fucking legs? How the hell is someone that fucking short. Her dumb little silver wings medal? Her shitty, round bastard face? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking ANTENNAE that no person in her company has EVER FUCKING TRIED TO FIX FOR HER IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate her. I hate her so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a White Silver toy or a propaganda poster or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little war criminal into the fucking sun. "tee-hee! I'm Tanya, the White Fucking Silver, I like war crimes". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like a shithead little brat. Your dumb fucking antenna hair makes your whole shitty head look like an unkempt street cat. I hate your dumb fucking little button nose and your stupid, stern blue eyes and your over-the-top no-nonsense hardass asshole personality. Any time she smiles it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know she's just a single fucking child soldier in a giant fucking empire’s army, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether a tiny piece of a greater evil. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing propaganda utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate her. I hate her on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Tanya the Evil is, for all intents and purposes, a single facet of the army subjugating the world- a propagandized pawn distilled into the single, hateable form of a shining ideal soldier for every other imperial scumbag to emulate. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate her so much. I hate her so, so fucking much. I want to light her ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat her to death with the butt of the gun she stole off my father. I want to punch her to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that her existence as a war hero is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this sinful child
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after drawing him for 2 years straight with no explanation he finally has a reference sheet
Dude actually does have lore & a canon story– I just haven’t publicly shared it yet (since he’s the protagonist of my capstone), but here’s a quick summary:
Dude was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He was raised bouncing around relatives homes until he went off to a catholic boarding school in New Orleans for high school. He graduated with a full ride to UoH where he majored in fine arts. He didn’t last long in the program. After getting wrapped up with a guy who only wanted to use him he dropped out and stayed with him for another 5 years. Only leaving him after the man had his fill and dumped Dude himself. At 23 he’s stagnant and unsure what to do with his life so he just tries to live and have fun, but there’s really no running from the empty feeling his previous relationship carved into him.
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couple miscellaneous adbot doodles from the last few days! a string puller doing what it does, talking heads and crowd pleasers gettin' along, and a new oc, mach popeil. voted cog nations favourite infomercial host for the third month running, he's a beloved tv salesman with a small burgeoning fan club and a smile sharper than this free* set of steak knives!
*ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳ ᵃᵛᵃˡᶦᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡᶦᵐᶦᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵃᵈᵈᶦᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃˡ ᶠᵉᵉˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵃᵖᵖˡʸ
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