that yum isnt even alcoholic its like kombucha
traced over some its always sunny screencaps that i had collecting dust in my computer +_+ its been a while since ive hastily drawn some funnies... now feat. a background (from the game)
LETS SEE WHAT ELSE... some older wizseins and novus funnies from when test realm barely dropped back in november. and a comic about how i think the comfort process would go when dealing with ~worldly responsibilities~
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they have GOT to start making people i've blocked on my main blog also be blocked on my side blogs.
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Man i should join on thr murdering of spacie, sounds like fun
you guys are going 2 turn me EVIL is that what you want???? EVIL SPACIE?????
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I just want you to know you're one of my favorite artists, especially your depiction of the trinity just being the cutest trio in the world. I think your characters always seem so happy (oddly even grumpy Bruce) and it's infectious. Thanks so much for every piece of art you've ever shared with us!
Thank you so much!! I honestly love sharing my art because with just a few exceptions (like that weirdo on my most recent Wonder Woman drawing) - everyone is just super kind and leave such nice comments in the tags! The reception I've gotten over the years means so much to me
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I was reading your tags and on the one with Vigi and Pep (always a delight to read those) "#and pep is just a very silly and affectionate drunk hes like" + "#hes throwing out ilu to anyone who will listen" and I just had the most vivid mental image that despite this when it comes to Noise he still throws out an insult, a little bit of drink doesn't override that rivalry.
Noise wanted to bait out a ilu from Pep to tease him with later but he's just buzzed like "ilu, ilu, ilu, shove a cactus up ur bum :), ilu, ilu" kind of thing.
Probably still said in a silly friendly tone but, no, Noise, you can't sneak that by Pep, nice try you little gremlin.
(Keep up the stellar work btw, I love seeing your stuff pop up)
Oh absolutely. Noise is like this is PRIME blackmail material fuckin watch this shit. And it never happens 😭 theres like a specific part of peppinos brain that is allocated to recognizing the noise in vivid detail like a needle in a haystack and it overrides literally anything that would otherwise hamper his ability to both recognize and suppress the urge to throw hands w this brat. So the very most the noise can get out of him is a very satisfied and contented hum, and a half hearted swipe in the noises general space.
His hand misses and slams against the bar counter and the entire thing shakes like a bull slammed into it and the noise is like u know what! Thats good enough for me!! Ill fucking take it!!
Bonus if it completely backfires bc peppino fucking grabs him and hes like oh my god hes fucking HUGGING ME get the fucking camera ill pay anything to get this shit RIGHT NOW GET A CAMERA but the ‘hug’ is peppino grabbing onto him like a ragdolled ferret and the noise very quickly is like ‘oh i cant breathe really’, and hes just stuck like that for an hour bc peppino does not fucking yield in the slightest. Hes just *gesturing in italian* w the noise in his hand being shaken around 😭
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Jauffre: why does the Hero of Kvatch call you babygirl? | Martin: let’s stop talking gif a while
Emperor Martin last seen on the bridge to the Imperial City
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Thinking through the logical conclusions of lore that the source material has clearly not thought that deeply about can be annoying or depressing in the sense of seeing exactly how deep the plot holes go but so long as it doesn’t inherently break the suspension of disbelief or ruin your enjoyment of the overall story it can be really fun to figure out what you can use to plug the holes. Like that’s just free real estate now baby. If the lore implies X but the story wound up at Z, then you can make the journey through Y be whatever you want it to be
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OP I LOVED UR ANDREIL POST GOING CRAZY THINKING ABOUT IT if you have anything else in that amazing brain of yours on this take please do share because i absolutely LOVED how you articulated this aspect about andreil. its something i particularily appreciate about their dynamic and relationship with anger and Their Issues TM. your post will cross my mind whenever ill think about it from now on.
I don’t think I have ever gotten an ask and this is kind of making me go insane??? I hope you know that you made my day and also, I’m so glad people share in my endless brainrot bc when it comes to this series and these characters I simply cannot stop
It really isn’t nearly talked about enough that the thing that got Andrew to actually look at Neil and become interested was (as cited by Neil himself at some point tho I can’t remember in which book that scene is from the top of my head) Neil’s bone-deep jealousy of Kevin. It’s—it ties into that whole epiphany that Neil has at some point, when he looks at Andrew and realizes that while he is hurtling towards his own breaking point and about to burn out and shatter into something he’s not sure he’d recognize if he survived the encounter, Andrew hit that point and broke from it years ago. And that’s an understanding that goes both ways between them—in a fucked up way, it feels like Andrew might be the future that Neil has waiting for him if he doesn’t end the year six feet under: hollow and drifting, passionless after everything he had to rip away from himself to be able to survive. At the same time, Neil probably reminds Andrew of how he used to be, back when he had hope for things only to have that hope rip him apart—which is exactly where Neil seems to be headed for the majority of the story.
I think that a lot of Andrew’s understanding of Neil comes from the fact that he knows intimately what it feels like to be caught between a rock and a hard place and cut his own lifeline, only to then fail to die on impact. Neil hasn’t had to resort to that yet, but he is hanging by a thread. You’d think that watching him struggle would only serve to drive it home for Andrew that he made the right choice in closing himself off, except… well. His expectations of life and the people in it are so bleak, it’s no wonder he finds himself drawn to Neil’s messy emotions and every unexpected show of spine like a moth to a flame.
Neil, for all of his issues and scars, can still feel things—can still want something so badly it defies all logic. Can want something with such visceral, fucked-up intensity that it resonates where it shouldn’t. It’s an ability that Andrew thinks he’s either lost or cut out of himself to stay somewhat safe, sane and alive a long time ago, but that remains as the most fundamental crack in the foundation of his being. It’s a fascination that seems to come out every time he’s sober and eventually ties into him wanting Neil—wanting something worth wanting and putting a name to it once he finds it. They look at each other and don’t want a watered-down version of the person in front of them. It creates a relationship that embraces issues big and small and accepts (even values!) the messy parts of being human. It means that any space shared between them immediately becomes safe once they settle into something comfortable together. The way they handle the uglier sides of each other’s personality honestly makes me feral because it’s always done with understanding and acceptance and they even find positives or comforts there that the other can’t see and that’s probably a reason for why 1) their chemistry is so off the charts and 2) their relationship is so damn healthy (in addition to their communication being stupidly good when it comes to each other).
Andrew wants something real and Neil wants to be real. And then they get to have exactly that.
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Removal Act
By Erin Marie Lynch
All the while the dog was dying.
I didn’t know. His little heaps
of yellow vomit. Damp spots
where he’d slept. I didn’t know
what it meant until meaning
sat still enough for me to see
nothing else. Then a man put
in my hand a pamphlet on loss.
Big flat letters. A sun, rising
or setting above gray waves,
the clouds arrayed in shapes
incomparable to any animal.
I thanked him. Shut the door.
For a long time, I lay silent
on the floor. Unneeded, I
had no meaning. Or meaning
unmade itself, no longer
needing me.
Source: Poetry (October 2023)
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