No! Stanley, would you stop laughing and help me!?
...you should let Polly pet the snake.
Oh, not you too!
Polly (the player ghost) can't interact much since only their hands are actually solid, but my lord, they *will* pet any snake they find.
This took Way too long! I don't usually do comics, so forgive the lack of colors, but this was super fun! Thank you, @blackkatdraws @braisedhoney and @beartitled for the inspiration and amazing art!
Here's a written description of the comic, inclusion the text:
Polly and Stanley are watching something on a tv that is poorly balances on a turned filing cabinet. The Narrator (Neil) see's them, and wonders what going on and what could have Polly so excited, thinking to himself I wonder what those two are doing
The two of them are watching a fight between A giant yellow snake/centipede (an arrow, apparently???) and another Narrator it seems, as Polly explains to Stanley who they are and what's going on.
Neil goes to sit down, quite intrigued, then freezes. Wait a minute, he thinks. He turns to the ghostly player who slowly turns to him in return. Their grin widens as he observes them, Idiotic smile, no thoughts, just vibes, and (most importantly) They are wayyy tooo excited about this. He slowly turns towards them. "Player, no." He says firmly, addressing them in a formal way as he always does. Their grin only gets bigger. "Polly, Yes!"
Flash to a few minutes later with The Narrator having to hold Polly back from going to pet the giant snake that could maybe eat them whole. Polly is determined to do this as the Narrator struggles to hold a literal ghost back, mumbling about when did they get so strong? Polly just wants to pet the giant new friend. Stanley stays near the tv, laughing at the two of them in the company of this bucket.
Ripped AU: 3 years after the Invasion of Earth, Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey face a brand new adventure: their individual futures. Growing up is never easy, especially when your family happens to see as many crazy things as the Hamatos.
I love how I can spend hours researching something for my fic and only write a paragraph or two relating to it. Even better when I decide not to use it at all.
If I could have one wish in life it would be able to play soulsborne/souls-like games
And no I do not mean being actual god tier at the game
I literally mean
I would love to defeat the first boss of any souls-like
In literally any game (ok I killed the Cleric Beast in Bloodborne.... it took 3 years and now at 7 years I can say I have ALMOST killed Father Gascoigne)
What I really love about the Daydream Hour art is that it really shows that the characters in Dungeon Meshi aren’t just characters in a story, but they’re Ryoko Kui’s ocs. And sure maybe this is a perk that’s granted to mangakas that release on a monthly schedule opposed to weekly IDK but there’s just some about getting to see different interpretations of the characters and peeks into what she draws in her free time outside the story.
Like look Marcille likes to dance
And here’s the characters in Halloween costumes
Taking Covid precautions
And like I just love how casually she draws and depicts the characters in her personal work. There’s something for quite literally all the characters and like I said maybe other mangakas don’t have or can’t find the time to do so or choose to not release their personal work like she does but I think these pieces just make the characters feel more alive. Like she’s an oc artist through and through lol
so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire