amongsnot

[amongsnot]

Evil couple 🦠🖥️🥂

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[amongsnot]

We’re making cheesecake in a kitchen without you.

I am scrolling through recipes (because we were using one that we used to use with you. One that requires buttermilk; something that none of us have ever bothered to remember to buy from the store. Not when we had you. Something we can’t buy from the store, now. Now that we don’t have you) and Spongebob is sitting on the counter next to the oven, telling jokes that I think you would have liked (because you always liked the jokes he told, silly and innocent. I think it was a challenge to you, to try and see what you could get him to say). Danny watches with an amused furrow of his eyes, but I can see the way he flinches when Spongebob leans too close to the oven (You’d laugh if you knew that. You’d laugh if you knew that Danny flinches more from precautionary baking based on the amount of times you’ve burned yourself making Mac-N-Cheese than he ever did fighting ghosts). 

I think, in hindsight, there’s a lot of things you’d laugh about now. 

I would like to tell you about them, but then I remember that I am here and you are there and there is a whole multiverse between the two of us; space within space, stars that we used to travel to together. Everything we ever saw as nothing more than a hurdle.

“That’s a bad joke, Squarepants,” Danny says with a furrow of his brow. Spongebob laughs at his response. I click on a link from an unfamiliar familiar cooking blog that claims to have the best cheesecake ever. The world continues to spin like it never even stopped in the first place.

And I would like to tell you about that, too. How the world stops and starts in sudden and unpredictable moments. How sometimes it is turning and then I think about how you liked this song and it stops. How sometimes it is dead silent and then Danny asks if I would like to make cheesecake with him and Spongebob and it starts to spin again, albeit slowly.

“Have you found a recipe yet, Jimmy?” Danny asks, because Spongebob and him have had an entire conversation in the time it took for the link to load (in the time it took my thumb to hover over the loaded and opened page). There’s something to be looked at there—examined between the lines of verbal dialogue like it is English class. I’m not the same and they’re not the same and sometimes they can have entire conversations that I’m not even aware about because I am busy being forgettable. I am busy being someone forgetful you could forget about.

“It shouldn’t be that hard. I mean, you just need one that requires a maximum of a cup of milk,” the mainly empty carton sits on the counter, sunlight from the old stained glass window diluted through cream. Your mind is like this, I think, so desperate for a remembrance of you.

Diluted. Cloudy. Not entirely there. Like light.

You used to be so warm, I think, and I am doing that thing again where I somehow say absolutely nothing while feeling absolutely everything. Dissociation, Danny calls it. I think I prefer the name grief.

Because you didn’t die, but my heart tears in a straight line down the middle like you did. Like you have always been dead, and I have always been living, and we circle each other like two sides of a flipping coin.

We met before we were branded, you know. When we were nothing but metal—my hands were yours and your arms were wrapped around my neck, and we were nothing more than what we made of each other. Young lovers, young dancers. There was no Jimmy Neutron without Timmy Turner and no Timmy Turner without Jimmy Neutron. And now we are branded and you are heads and I am tails and now we can never meet.

And that is the cruel fate of your life, I think. Because just like coins, we have only known a life with the other. I do not think I know how to exist without knowing myself.

“—and two sticks of butter.”

There is a press of a button. The flip of a switch. The world is whole again.

Spongebob gleams from the counter, kicking his feet against the counter in a way you used to hate. “And one that doesn’t have buttermilk!” 

“And one that doesn’t have buttermilk,” I add, like it is a last thought. 

I think it is.

[amongsnot]

You're not gonna answer any asks sent to you?

hey! this is really funny to me because i don’t think i’ve. actually. left an ask unanswered? if i have it was unattentional and i’m sorry (i answer asks on my computer because my typing is horrid on my phone, but i read notifications on my phone, so i do forget asks a few times) but most of the time i do answer asks.

also i’ve been going through my inbox and the asks that i haven’t answered don’t seem to be from people for this blog??? i truly have no idea where you’ve come from what mysterious ask haven’t i answered. now i’m curious

[amongsnot]

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[amongsnot]

this is so scary, but. the fics are unanoned.

[amongsnot]

Late night portrait 🦇🌙

[amongsnot]

i was thinking n like i havent really drawn this incarnation of them in (my heavily altered version of) their original styles soooo i thought i should fix that :P

[amongsnot]

i had a dream i worked in an underwater restaurant and people kept ordering ice in their drinks and then getting mad at me when it would float away. and i’d tell them beforehand that the ice would float away & they’d be like lol no that’s not how it works just give me the ice. I’m fighting customer service battles never seen before

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I miss you Long Bygone Burdens, you are amazing and cool...Fanart inspired by the fanfic of @amongsnot

[amongsnot]

Dude I was talking to spongebob he doesnt fuck with you no more

[amongsnot]

Updates might be a little slow over the next couple of weeks or so.

My hands have hit their limit and I really, really need to give them some rest to recover so I can still do my normal day to day stuff.

(talk about my specific disability below the cut!)

So, for those of y'all that don't know. I have disabled hands. I use a lot of speech to text to write and that's why editing can take so long at times.

I got struck by lightning when I was 7 (it's wild, I know. I've actually been struck three times!) and it permanently damaged a lot of the nerves and other parts of my hands. So I don't have full motor control in my fingers. I usually have around 70% to 80% control, but this last week or so I've been pushing as low as 30% and they've been incredibly achy.

So, as much as I want to keep slamming out a lot of content like I have been. I need to step back for my sack. (Because I have a really bad habit of stopping a little too late and having to get something medical done lol)

[amongsnot]

2025-03-02 Vicky 🪚

2025-03-02 * Vicky visited the studio next door I can't describe how happy I am to be able to draw them, thank you FOP for letting me to practice cartoon style

[amongsnot]

[amongsnot]

I need cuddles right now…

[amongsnot]

HUUUUGE FOP COMMISSION!!

I spent 2.5 months on this drawing, and I'm very glad to share it with you! I had to fix a lot of mistakes in the process, but I'm very happy with how it came out :]

A little closer! ¦]

[amongsnot]

paintbrush more like dumbbrush

[amongsnot]

A chill Spongebob