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Eddie wants to fix it. Wants to help him. He’s having trouble being patient. 

When eventually Eddie does get to go in and say his piece, he knows he hardly has any time. They’re going to kick them out of the surgical ward soon, as it gets later and later, and Buck seems really sleepy. Eddie has to do this quickly. 

As soon as he steps into the room, he draws the curtains, giving them some privacy.

“Eddie?” He mumbles, voice a little slurred from his recent dose of pain medication. “What’re you doing?”

“Giving us some privacy,” Eddie says, taking a seat beside Buck’s bed and shifting his bag to his lap.

Buck giggles. He’s clearly out of it. The drugs have hit harder than Eddie realized.

“Not up for it right now, Eddie,” he snickers. “Just got crushed.”

Eddie pauses for a second. What the fuck? Well, okay. He’s not going to take it too seriously. Buck is high. High and silly. The last time they were both high and silly they said insane things, too. Eddie’s just sober this time. 

“Alright, you call me when your leg is in working order,” Eddie deadpans. 

“Okay,” Buck replies.

Eddie feels a little flip in his stomach. He needs to abort this line of conversation immediately. 

“Buck, I pulled the curtains closed because I brought ocean water,” Eddie explains. 

Buck’s expression still. “You did that?”

“Of course I did,” Eddie replies. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get you to the water right away. I didn’t want to reveal you to everyone.”

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“I told you.”

“You don’t sleep and dream in a dream,” Buck says. “So it’s not that.”

“Which leaves real or alternate universe,” Eddie says. “Which means, it can be real either way.”

Right. Because if they can love each other in one, they could love each other in another. And Eddie really seemed to lean right into loving Buck last night. And still this morning. Still right now. Like he took Christopher’s words to heart and is rolling with it. Which is a very uncharacteristic response for Eddie. And that sort of concerns Buck. 

“Um,” he says. “I have a question.”

Still in Buck’s arms, Eddie rolls over to face him. 

“Okay, yeah?” 

“You’re really okay with all this?” Buck asks. 

“With being stuck in the future?” Eddie asks. “I mean, it’s not ideal, but it is sort of way better than my current life.”

Oh. Okay, well good to know he feels that way. Who is Buck kidding? Of course it’s better for Eddie. Chris is right here. And happy. 

“That’s not what I meant, exactly,” Buck says. 

“What did you mean?” Eddie asks. 

“I guess, uh… I guess I was wondering if you’re like, sitting here this morning and regretting last night?” Buck asks.

They hadn’t even had sex, obviously. Just made out until they were tired, and then fell asleep together. 

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Maddie purses her lips. Buck can tell she’s not sold. 

“Well, you’re an adult,” she sighs. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

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Jane is born less than two minutes after Eddie walks into the room. Shannon suspects that’s all she was waiting for. She couldn’t be born without her dad. Shannon can’t help but wonder if that’s a precedent for how their relationship will be going forward. She carries the kid for nine months, and Jane is already obsessed with Eddie. Classic. 

She can’t really be that upset though. In fact, she’s not. Not at all. It was an easy labor. It hurt like hell and sucked, overall. But overall, compared to her experience with a really bad delivery, this was hardly a drop in the bucket. And when they hand her her baby, it’s all erased anyway. Her baby is here and she’s healthy and she’s got both her parents here. It’s all Shannon could have asked for. 

Eddie seems just as happy. Shannon can see the boy he was - because truly, they were both just kids - when Christopher was born. Shaking and grinning and overwhelmed by it all. But she also sees someone else. Someone he has become, since then. He cuts the cord with no hesitation. He holds his baby with no trepidation, talking to her and being goofy with no signs of any fear. He just seems lighter. Less of a boy trying to be a man, and more of a man living in the present moment. And Shannon’’s not sure how much of that she’s ever seen from him before. 

“She’s got my eyes,” Eddie says, crying a little while he holds her.

“She does,” Shannon smiles, seconds away from crying again herself.

“That’s crazy,” Eddie laughs. “I was just expecting another mini-you.”

“Nope,” Shannon laughs. “This one’s all you. God help her.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s still beaming. 

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Well, I guess it was a code.

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Chapter 05: Outsider - Page 26

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Thanks for being so patient with me, I've had a lot going on lately, including a tiny computer upgrade with some subsequent downtime. Oh well, at least it's going now!

The biggest thing is how I made this page. This is the first page that I've made without the help of 3D character models.

Typically, I use 3D mannequins to help me with perspective, height differences, etc. But posing those models for every single frame takes a long time, and I've found (as my old animator skills return) that the 3D dolls were starting to limit the art. Poses were coming out a bit stiff for my liking, the mannequin hands can't curl the way a real hand can, and some of the joints don't work quiiiiite right, or take a lot of fiddling to look good...

So, I've been practicing and studying on top of everything to try and get back to my old level. I felt confident enough to try on this one, and guess what? Cal and Fern only took two days! Honestly the backgrounds (which I will still use 3D wherever I can, because OOF) took the longest time because I had to draw most parts of them. I also designed a stained glass window, which you can barely see in panel 2, but it's finished and it'll be very useful for Future Rabbit.

I will do my best to continue to improve not only my skills, but also my speed!

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send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

Red stepped into the house with a flurry of snow and closed the door behind him, taking care to barricade it with that heavy wooden table once again. With that task done, he heaved a long sigh and raked his hand over his cracked features in exasperation. Peering down at his shaking hand, he frowned at the ashes smeared across the rugged bone.

"SANS?" A mousy voice would have made the lumbering skeleton jump out of his skin if he had any, whipping his skull around to stare up at the young skeleton standing at the top of the stairs, his small body silhouetted by the light coming from an open doorway, features only vaguely visible in the contrast. "WHAT'S THAT STUFF ALL OVER YOU?"

"Uh," Red stammered, desperately groping around in his thoughts for an excuse before he managed a jagged grin, "Jus' soot, Bro. Diggin' through an ol' fire pit..." He took pause, swallowing thickly beneath the others gaze before he feverishly began fishing through his pockets, managing to pull out a small but battered box. "Ya won't guess what I gotcha' though!"

"IS IT FOOD?" There was anticipation in that high voice, weak and shrill as the small skeleton hovered anxiously at the edge of the top stair.

"Ya know it is, bro!" Jus' for you!" A fingergun was shot up at him as he began for the stairs, his boots thunking loudly across the floor as he ascended the stairs. "What kinda' brother would I be if I make sure the coolest guy ever got his dinner?" He was ushering his sibling towards the open door, back into his room as he followed.

"IS IT SPAGHETTI?!" Papyrus was hopping around eagerly now, finally clamoring over to sit on the edge of his racecar bed as Red drew nearer, carefully placing the box into his awaiting hands. "YOU KNOW I LOVE SPAGHETTI!"

"Sadly not, bro, they were fresh out... but I got'cha some fries from Grillby's." He hadn't even finished his sentence before the child was ravenously pulling the box open and shoving french fries into his awaiting mouth. When he took pause to offer the large skeleton one, Red declined with a dismissive wave of his hand, "Nah, bro. All for ya. 'm not hungry." he lied. Lying had become less of a challenge as time came on, even as he tried to ignore the desperate hunger that was gnawing at the back of this thoughts. He could wait if it meant his sibling could eat.

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can you go in detail about the pamonha procedure

yeah sure. this will get long

first get corn cobs. it needs to still have the leaves

peel them. separate leaves that are not torn or dirty. normally second or third layer are best, the ones from deeper layer tend to be too thin

peel the hair. u can throw it all away. it is as boring and time consuming as it sounds

(psa it's pretty common to find catterpillars when peeling corn, at least here in brazil. just cut the part they are on away and pretend nothing happened)

if you manage to buy corn already cleaned up and also the leaves i guess it makes things easier. the superior experience is to have like 10 people peeling hair and throwing caterpillars at each other though

get a grater. use the side that has all the small circles, like the one you use for grating onion when u want to make it a paste

grate the corn. it is veeeeery tiring. some people cut the corn grains and use a blender but it gets too liquid imo

get a table spoon and scrape all the corn you didn't manage to get out grating. just go through it with the edge of the spoon, concave side down. trust me there is a lot left in the cob. this takes time and is also tiring xD

after u grated at least 3 cobs u will be left with a bunch of corn puree. salt it and add vegetable oil. i measure it by eye but i would say 3 cobs take about 3 tbspn of oil. some people add sugar as well (i really dislike it personally)

now to the hard part. you will need the leaves and some string, like yarn. the leaves have a triangle shape, so you will join the bases of the triangle together, like this ◀️▶️. make it overlap a bit. get some of the mixture with a laddle and put some inside the leaves. that mixture will grow in size when cooking so don't put too much. it doesnt matter it's small as long you have enough leaves for all your mixture. put a piece of cheese inside, more or less the size of your finger. the cheese needs to be of a kind that doesnt melt and is not cured. so, fold the leaves over the mixture. do it over the bowl you have the mixture in because you will fail your first try and everything will spill. trust me. when you manage, quickly grab a piece of string and go around everything horizontally and vertically, shutting it close. some people like to add more layers of leaves before closing with a string but i don't really know why besides just making it a chore to open later xD

boil water in a large pot. put ur pamonha in it and leave for about 40 minutes

here how it looks

and u open after cooking and it's solid

some people separate the mixture in half sweet and half savory and use different collored strings to identify. the preference in pamonha is pretty divisive even in one household so people just tend to acomodate both. i am a savory gal so when I am making for myself I dont bother. also i don't put cheese either i hate the taste, but this is a very, very unpopular opinion as most say the cheese is the best part

the whole process is usually a 5+ people job. guests and children usually peel the corn, older ones scrape the grated cob with a spoon and the ones with high endurance and stamina grate the corn. skilled individuals make the final product in the end. the whole thing is like an assembly line and i love it. like my grandpa's job was to cut the top of the corn with a scimitar looking ass knife and then pick the good leaves. i moved up the ranks from being a peeler to a scrapper but i was a complete disappointment in folding the pamonha so my grandma never let me touch it again

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Now's Your Chance [ sad ]

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Everyone's all dressed up n' shit and they look terrible because it's the 90s

They're all having a little party for the new shop because I like to think these advert creatures only get along when they're having meetings over ways to make more money or when they've expanded thier capitalist grip

Anyway wild guess over who doesn't want to be there right now and is about to make that everyone's problem

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▶▶️ one Dirge pls, or Raziel! up to u

send “▶▶️” to get a glimpse at a scene from my muse’s future. send “◀️◀️” to get a glimpse at a memory from my muse’s past.

How can I say no?

A smile at the recollection, at Vesper's excited question, and the awkward backtracking that ensued. Insisting it didn't have to be done, but such an earnest request... he'd probably been even more enthusiastic than the Necromancer by the end.

You're trusting me with your first tattoo Vesper! Of course I'll do it. Knowing the sentiment behind it only made him all the more determined. So many unspoken feelings, a bond distilled down to abstract patterning on skin. A secret they'd share, until the right time.

Raz flips through his sketchbook, pages already filled with ink. So many small designs in the last few days, but none of them felt quite right.

Drawing had always been an intuitive process for Raziel, he felt out each piece. Meditated to the scratching of pen on paper. Somewhere in the whitespace, he'd find the inspiration, each blank place a possibility.

In that way, art and magic are the same. Unintentional creations that flowed haphazardly from his hands, that became real without vision.

Maybe this one... The shape closes on the page, just sketchy enough not to act like a real circle.

...or.... so he'd hoped. The glow of magic is unmistakable, each stroke of his hand tying together the unseen around him. Weaving a spell whether he meant to or not.

There's familiar white fur suddenly behind his book, the room noticeably colder.

"...oops." He glances up, a lopsided smile at the Winter deity inadvertently summoned here. "I didn't mean to do that, sorry Mor." Not that it'd been the first time... but his partner is more bemused than upset.

...I guess that means it works. Hopefully Vesper and Volt will like it too.

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'Untitled' Chapter 2: "Robin"

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I reveal my worst trait, I can write and read French which implies the existence of French people in 'Untitled'

I like Robin and Percy and I like them together.

They are not together for a majority of the comic, spoiler I guess but C'est la vie

Also from this point the pages are in color, not the "right" color but whatever I felt like the vibe was

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“Fine,” Eddie replies. “Trying to sleep.”

By that, he means he’s been lying on a stiff cot, sweating everywhere, trying to ignore the heat and a weird feeling in his chest.

“Am I interrupting?” Buck asks.

“A little,” Eddie admits. He keeps his eyes shut.

“Sorry,” Buck says. But he doesn’t stop talking. “Um, I’m just worried about you. You’ve seemed stressed this shift. A little nervy, maybe?”

“M’okay, Buck. This shift is just annoying.”

“Yeah… Yeah, it is,” Buck agrees. “That makes sense.”

And yet, Eddie has the sneaking suspicion Buck is not going to drop it.

Eddie sighs, opens his eyes, and sits up on the cot.

“What do you really want to say?” He asks. 

“Um… Just, maybe… If you need to go home…”

Eddie’s jaw grits. Has he been talking to Shannon? Did she ask him to do this?

“I’m fine, Buck,” Eddie insists. “I’m doing okay. I am just as fit as anyone else to be here.”

“Right, yeah,” Buck nods. “I know that. Sorry.”

Eddie feels sort of guilty for shutting Buck down. But he doesn’t fess up to secretly wondering if he has a point. 

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Shannon is not okay with this blackout. Actually, it’s really starting to piss her off. 

For one thing, she doesn’t have WiFi, so she can’t do school work. Now she understands everyone else is also in this position, so she won’t be penalized, but still. She’d like to get on with her work.  

School isn’t the big thing, though. Really it’s just the easy thing to blame instead of the rest of her worries. Next on the list would be being stuck in the boiling house without power for several days with two children who are too drastically apart in age to entertain one another, but who are both cranky in the heat. Which is an inconvenience, but not a huge problem, honestly. The real problem, the real worry, is Eddie. She’s still worried about Eddie. And now he’s trapped at work. That can’t be what’s good for him. 

She thinks you need to ease back into things. Going from zero to a hundred isn’t necessarily smart. Going from zero to what now appears to be a hundred fifty is less smart. So she’s worried. But she can’t tell him that she’s worried, because apparently that pisses him off lately. She tries texting Buck. He lets her know he is also worried, but can’t talk much because of a very strict, and in his words brilliant, device charging schedule, he needs to conserve phone battery. She couldn’t possibly guess who devised the schedule. 

All this to say, Eddie is on her mind. More and more with each hour over their scheduled shift that he works. He’s on her mind and she can’t shake him. No amount of attempts to cool or entertain the children help. Nothing helps.

That is, until a larger, more pressing crisis finds her. 

She’s setting Jane up in a playpen in front of a battery powered fan when her phone starts to ring in her pocket. Hoping it’s Eddie or Buck, Shannon answers it quickly. She doesn’t even look at the screen.

“Hello?”

“Sh-Shannon?” 

It’s not Eddie or Buck. It’s Maddie. 

“Maddie?” Shannon asks. 

She’s bewildered. She’s stunned. Maddie hasn’t called her since October. Since that last, horrible call they had. It’s been almost a year. They haven’t spoken since May. When Eddie was in the hospital. She was her best friend, and Maddie hasn’t chosen to speak to Shannon in almost a year. 

“I’m sorry,” Maddie says. She’s obviously crying. “Everyone else… I didn’t know who to call.”

“Are you okay?” Shannon asks. “Are you hurt?”

“Me? No… I…” 

She trails off.

“Maddie? What’s going on?”

“I think I almost killed my daughter.”

Holy fuck.

“Are you at your apartment?” Shannon asks.

“Y-yes.” 

“Okay,” Shannon says as steadily as she can manage. “Does she need an ambulance?”

“N-no. I don’t think so.” 

“I’m coming,” Shannon says. “I have to bring the kids, but I’m coming, okay?”

She sniffs. “I don’t… I don’t deserve-”

“Do you need someone right now?” Shannon interjects.

There’s a pause.

“I think so.” 

“Then I’m coming.”

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“I thought you didn’t like Maddie anymore,” Christopher says. 

Shannon has packed both kids into the Jeep. It has more room for seating than her car, in case she needs to take Maddie anywhere. Luckily for her, the guys had chosen the truck for their most recent work commute. 

“I never stopped liking Maddie, Chris,” Shannon explains. “I care a lot about her.”

“But you guys aren’t friends anymore,” he argues. 

“No,” Shannon admits. “But when someone needs help, especially someone you care about, and someone who means a lot to a person you love, you try to help them. If you can.”

And Shannon knows that this isn’t universally true. She knows that there’s a point where you can’t help people anymore. A point where their asks for help are manipulative, where you have to prioritize yourself. But that’s not this. And while Shannon may have to have that talk with him someday, she doesn’t want him to become cynical and nihilistic. Even more than that, she doesn’t want him to dislike Maddie. To harbor any ill will towards her. Maddie hurt Shannon, that’s true. That’s Buck’s sister, above all. Shannon hopes that she’d be a place Chris could turn to for help, if ever he needed it. God knows she doesn’t have any extended family to offer him. 

“Okay,” Chris says. “Why does she need help?” 

I think I almost killed my daughter.

Shannon takes a deep breath. “Uh, I don’t exactly know. Something to do with her daughter. Having a baby can be really hard, and, uh, she knows I understand that.”

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“Ah, sorry... I guess I can get a bit carried away when it comes to sharing information...◀️”

The red ship sounds rather embarrassed, believing she had once again failed at reading the situation. More specifically, Luna’s difficulty understanding the conversation. She recovers somewhat quickly, though, as if she was used to perceived failure.

“It is pretty difficult sometimes, especially without help. It’s why I tend to stay around the same places in the Mirror World.◀️”

“Without help? Don’t you have a pi-”

“>It’s also why I usually just chill on Popstar.”

Judging by how blatant the interruption was, Magolor gets the sense Lor doesn’t want him to ask that particular question.

Roa decides not to mention it, opting to listen to Luna’s explanation.

“Interesting... I can’t say I know any of the people you mentioned, but it seems this planet is in good hands with them. Hopefully those artifacts remain well protected, whatever they may be.◀️”

Though she is curious, Roa doesn’t know if asking about such things is socially acceptable. Magolor, on the other hand, seems a bit on edge again, though he’s doing a decent job of hiding it.

“I think so? Maybe? I mean, it would make sense if they were.”

“Many do move, in fact; that’s one of the results of having a timeline. Different timelines move relative to one another, and attached universes– and in extension that universe’s dimensions– follow that movement. Parallel Dimension is one of the only areas where that movement is able to be observed, though I’d assume the same applies to Another Dimension as well.◀️”

Magolor is regretting not taking a notebook or something out here; this is all fascinating, and it seems Roa definitely knows what she’s talking about. Definitely encouraging him in his pursuit of knowledge, since it seems he still has more to learn.

Roa’s question was a bit of a surprise to him and Lor. She’d seemed to have relaxed a bit, but perhaps not as much as they’d thought.

“>Hmm… Well, I don’t think I have the answer you’re looking for on that, to tell the truth…”

Safety wasn’t really a priority when choosing a home so much as making sure it wasn’t Halcandra.

“>I’ve only been on Popstar for a few years, but nothing directly Halcandra related has occurred here in that time. I wouldn’t really consider it the safest place to be, though, other than that. It’s really pleasant here, but that gets interrupted by the just about annual invasions of those who want to take over because of it.”

Magolor almost mentions how he briefly had to help out last year because some cult decided to summon a god of destruction, but he realizes that isnt going to contribute anything meaningful to the conversation.

“Aren’t there any defenses in place?◀️”

She really sounds confused. If it’s a regular occurrence, wouldn’t preparations be made in advance?

“Kinda depends on your definition of defenses, to be honest.”

They got some knights and a pink gumball child with the capabilities of a god, but there’s not much of a military besides that.

All this new information was still really fascinating to her, even if she didn’t fully understand it. She may not be exactly the scholarly type, having decided to forgo further schooling to start working instead, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like to learn things. And, really, Luna figured anyone would find the talk about how universes and timelines moved and interacted to be worth listening to!

“I think we’ve gotten pretty far beyond my depth on this, heh.” She chuckled, just a little embarrassed that she was getting lost. “But, from what I think I understand, the way dimensions interact must be hard to narrow down! Always moving, even around different time lines, it’s a shock you and Lor can get where you want to go at all! It’s amazing!”

Luna stayed silent as Lor answered Roa’s question. At least out of all the invasion attempts, Halcandra had never been involved. Perhaps Popstar was safe in that sense, anyway. She… also still didn’t know too much about the last incident, just that Kirby and some of his friends had needed to fight and defeat an actual God. She still wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

This question Luna felt she could say something more about. “Oh, we do! Though it’s hard to prepare for so many different kinds of threats. Most homes are either reinforced or have safe rooms for when things get bad. Like, for the last one, I stayed in my house until it was over.”

“We have more proactive defenses, too!” Luna added. “A lot of strong people live here that tend to be on the front lines in a sense when an invasion happens. Like Kirby, the king, Sir Metaknight… Especially Kirby.” She said that with a proud smile. “They manage to repel each attempt. I think that maybe the only real reason it still happens is because Popstar has so many powerful magic artifacts.”