#Story & Pencils

[stygianturtle]

October 18: So, Toy Story 5 has been announced… draw the next toy that’s gonna be introduced as a character in it.

So what was popular during the 2007's area (approximation of the year) a Little show called Phineas and Ferb. And I remember they made a toy of their pet platypus that didn't do anything. So like the character counterpart when something dangerous needs to be done and no one watches it, It can do the actions necessary. except for 1 fight scene where people are just clumsy and unlucky enough to knock themselves out with a toy.

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was in third grade I got Weird with writing. It makes sense in hindsight. Oppressed people find their own ways of carving out space for themselves.

The first bit I did landed me in trouble more immediately. I was given, god knows by who, one of those enormous giant pencils. I loved it. My tiny nine year old body was consumed with love of this pencil that was roughly 1/3 of my height. I insisted that I would only use this pencil in school.

It was an unlucky year to be stricken with whimsy. My third grade teacher was a tyrannical Japanese woman fueled by her dislike of children. I suspect the cultural divide between how she expected children to behave and the reality of American children broke her.

She was three foot nothing and getting berated by her was the first time I’d ever looked down at an adult. I also saw her once standing next to her white 6’ behemoth of a husband and tried to conceptualize how two such disparate people had sex. I never could.

If you think I’m exaggerating her wrath it’s worth noting that my best friend at the time developed a stress disorder from this woman and I fell into a bizarre stutter that cleared up the moment I was out of class. In her classroom breaking down crying was a weekly occurrence.

But despite the frigid conditions, I persevered. I stayed silly. I brought my enormous novelty pencil to class every day. It was an act of rebellion that I sank my teeth into and refused to let go. I could barely sharpen it because its girth defied standard sharpeners the way I defied my teacher. This was my pencil.

When she attempted to confiscate my giant pencil I rose an unholy ruckus. This would not turn into the confiscated holographic Charizard, my tamagotchi, or my little pop frogs that she never returned to me. No. This was my goddamn pencil. There was no rules against enormous novelty pencils and after a heated week of debate she finally conceded I could use the hated thing.

It was stolen by my kleptomaniac friend a week or so after that a fact I’d only discover at the end of the year. But my tiny mind was convinced the evil teacher had stolen it.

In retaliation, instead of resuming normal behavior I decided that I would do all my writing upside down and backwards. No one, least of all myself, could explain why I felt this was necessary. Maybe I felt I’d be cool like a spy, maybe I just needed to buck the teachers hateful authority, or maybe I was just a little autistic kid.

When taking notes or writing essays I’d arrange the paper to be upside down. It may surprise you to know that my penmanship was actually quite decent, albeit I wrote a little more slowly than my classmates. That’s why it took the teacher a while to realize what was going on. There wasn’t a drop in the quality of my writing.

Unsurprisingly she hated it when she found out. She lambasted me both privately and in front of the class to write normally. I asked if my writing was illegible. She had to admit that no, it was not. I shrugged. I did not see a problem.

Like the pencil my new writing fixation was cited as being a distraction to the other children. But similarly she didn’t have an easy way to make me stop. She marked me down, gave me several talking tos, and generally bullied me into writing like everyone else.

All attempts at correcting me simply ran off my back. I had found a way to cope with how miserable she made all of us, by inflicting misery back upon her. I was unswayed for the rest of the year.

When I graduated up into fourth grade and had a teacher I adored it suddenly stopped. I looked at the paper and thought, Well that’s silly, and flipped it the right way round.

I can still write upside down, though, a testament to my worst year in public school.

[icantdothistodaybruh]

The BoM side story won't let go of me

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

Harley joining the batfam be like.

(More shenanigans under the cut)

Harley: Bats! I have a gift for ya! Batman: ... What is this? Harley: A club's membership's card! Batman: ... Harley: And I've some for the commie, his daughter and your big red riding hood.

The cards in question:

(yes, she drew the pictures. Jason is Bat Brat for reasons)

[itsdefinitely]

fun times

[isbergillustration]

If you’ve ever wondered how these entities... acquire their many hands...

(The, uh, donor is not particularly happy about it)

[hamishslair]

Curly

[hop3isaprison]

What does it mean, the murdering monster who is filled with light!

[localapparently]

/ orv epilogue spoilers

Kim Dokja's Company

[queddadraw]

Scout if he was scout

[cipher-the-sidhe]

@pluck-heartstrings things always look a little different under a spotlight, huh?

[theophan-o]

The genderfluid Ruthenian/Cossack/Polish Princess from the mid-17th century with a falcon

Pencils & charcoals, 25.03.2024

[bejeousdoodle]

Finally some traditional art for the first time in a fuck-ton of years

Oops turns out it’s MCSM related

(If I had a nickel for every time I randomly return to a media that I forgot about for a shit-ton of years, I’ll end up with two, which isn’t much but it’s weird that it happened twice)

(**looking at RC9GN and MCSM**)

[themintman]

opossum Ivor!

OUGH silly old man... Save me opossum Ivor..

Btw this au needs a name! Ive been thinking of calling it the Soul Searcher au, do y'all think that's good? Or should I leave it as is?

.. I should really get around to that au explanation post 😭

[macabre-discotheque]

Like Neighbors Do!

Hello!! For a little while I've been working on probably my first multi-chapter story! (In a hot minute anyway lmao) Thanks to my friend @ouchyspine for beta-reading this and giving me feedback, and thanks to the people I know for supporting me through this!

As much as I'd love to put the two chapters right here, these two chapters add up to a little over 5k words! Not much compared to other people but that's quite a bit for me! So have some cover art I made for these!

CHAPTER 1: Greet Your Neighbors!

CHAPTER 2: Won't You Share This Pie With Me?

[printsofcats]

and lo there was a band of witch banshees

shrieking, howling, calling

through the trees.

for thee! for thee!

cried all of these 🎃