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A peaceful video I took shortly before releasing Mav to the wild this morning.
#about mav#he wouldve loved it#it rained last night so everything was wet and lightly swampy#it was windy but not super windy#if i squinted i could almost see him running through the grass with his nose up in the wind#he wouldve really liked it#ive never done anything like that before#but it brought me a lot of comfort#i can say with pretty good confidence that this was probably his favourite place out of everywhere we visited#he loved every adventure but he loved tall grass most of all#he was an extremely fun little dog#im glad we got to do this last walk together
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my most fun kayak pastime: expertly scooping trash out of the lake with my paddle and immediately flipping it onto the docks of rich people
#found an entire life jacket today#it wasn't super windy though so I think someone just lost it#whatever the family on the pontoon boat I passed back to my my port has a new life jacket now#*was. was super windy.
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MARAUDER LOCKDOWN
... Tbh he is more of a "vagrant" but that sounds too low for his reputation IMEAN--
I'm both excited and nervous to show at last a proper reference for my own interpretation of this character 💚 I think it's not a surprise anyway for the ones that know me and my love for him ksdjhfjdsfh
I wanted to do it too so I can work comfortably on my HCs that edge in very OOC territory from the canon (and even some fanon)... and because I admit I have been enjoying sharing short stories and RPs with people again ✨ and activity I missed a lot!
And of course, this interpretation got its own whole backstory that differs from the canon and follows my HCs and concepts around his species, but I'll talk about that in another post (or if someone is curious enough to ask for it coff).
For now! Have more initial sketches from when I was developing him (this is since... 2022 gosh).
First: a time ago I used him for an old (discontinued) post-apocalyptic AU with designs inspired by hunting-scavenging clothing. A friend said he looked like Robin Hood x'D
... I almost didn't change the way I sketch digitally. Anyways. To not let this rot, you can notice I used many design cues from this one!
Then during half of the past year, I did studies of his ROTF toy because I liked how that one kept the weird silhouette of the TFA but aligned to the IDW design too!
And from there I chipped away traits and straightened others until it felt right to me.
BONUS one of the first and fastest sketches I did for him during a conversation with @goobygnarp x'D Thanks to this I not only got the courage to finish the reference but to understand WHAT design cues I wanted to keep and didn't give me too of a headache.
[ Btw that kremzeek is my rascal baby Scintilla ]
#myart#ifellinrobothellagain#marauder lockdown#maccadam#tfa lockdown#idw lockdown#character redesign#character interpretation#idk how to tag help#windy fc scintilla#that scintilla talking is very OOC but im getting used to it#anyways BE GENTLE WITH ME because i really put my whole heart on these refs orz#specially that second one with the poses to test how much i can stretch his silly body and kibble#the shoulders are still a bit hard to figure but i like them as pauldrons#... who knows probably even those are detachable hahaha#i love the idea of Lockdown's frame being SUPER adaptable#a mod and color for each ocassion like its a bowtie#worlds in my eyes
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Holy moly! Thank you I just noticed this! ;w; thank you all for the support and I hope to continue producing art fun to draw and fun to perceive!
#moe talks a lot#im gonna try to draw something else but this was a speed run bc its super windy#but like on and off and so uhhhh not sure! if its gonna lose power or not!#its a mystery! but i have 500 million ideas (read - 25 whole ideas)#and i am making a list so i can not stress to remember them and just conveniently have em lol#i dont want this to be my only art of the day but it might be#but !!!!! IM OFF THE NEXT TWO DAYS! so im hyped to have time to draw and not have to go to bed at 8pm
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The sixth episode, or rather is Donnie and Marty who can't stand each others for almost 11 minutes before finaly cooperating.
#super wings#sw spoilers#season 8#electric heroes#they give so much rival energy in this episode#it was funny#donnie#marty#remi#jett#windy#sky#storm
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🎃💜🖤🎃🖤💜🎃
#;windy’s edit#killua zoldyck#killua#hxh#hunter x hunter#killua hxh#HES SO CUTEEEEE#SO PRECIOUS#LITTLE BABEY AHHH#🤧🤧🤧😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH#OMG SO CUTEEEE HNNNNN AHHHHH#SQUEEEEEEE#HIS WITTLE SMILE AHHH#HIS LITTLE TONGUE#KI IN STRIPES IS SO PRECIOUSSS#THE LITTLE BOW FOR CUTE LITTLE KI#AHHHHH HE LOOKS SUPER CUTE IN ITTT#AHHHH CUTEST LITTLE PRINCESS 🤧🤧🤧🤧😤 CUTIE PIE#CUTEST WITTLE WITCHY#EVERYONE HAND YOUR CANDY OVER TO THE CUTIE PIE NOW 😤😤😤#GON WOULD GIVE ALL HIS CANDY TO KI AHHH
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Here’s that thing I spontaneously started writing for some reason. I go where my whims and capricious focus take me. I got sick of editing and rereading so I’m just posting it. This is set in the DDAU. It’s not long after things got worked out between the two sets of Dingsasters. Maybe a couple months. Windy is struggling.
Edit: changed it so the signed dialogue is no longer in italics sincee it’s the primary language.
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“You know, in my world, you are a bartender as well.”
Grillby eyed the human man sitting as his bar. He was flushed, a sure sign that he was officially buzzed. Grillby knew this instantly, despite the man never having drank here before. After all, Gaster— his Gaster— was the same way: his face flushed when he drank. Of course this man was the same; The two were the same person, after all.
That was what Gaster— Wingdings— said, anyway. And, truth be told, Grillby could see it. This human had the same mannerisms, the same gestures, the same posture, the same expressions, the same name signs. If that alone weren’t enough, there was another monster with a human counterpart: Asteri. He hadn’t know the woman well, really, before all this. If he had stopped to think, perhaps he might have recalled seeing her as a little girl with her parents, half a century ago, but the family didn’t visit Snowdin often, and visited his restaurant even less. Besides, shapeshifters were easy to mistake.
The main reason he could use her and her human counterpart as evidence that this whole “alternate universe” business was real was that he had re-met her, now as an adult studying dog language in Snowdin, right around the same time that his best friend of over 400 years nervously introduced him to a human he was sheltering, who had the same name. Not only the same name, but the same voice, the same hair, the same style of dress, the same mannerisms, and the same alcohol preferences. The reasonable conclusion was that it was simply a particularly strange coincidence, but no, things with Gaster were never that simple these days. Of course it was something absurd like an alternate universe. The skeleton had always been a little too trusting— even of humans, even after everything— so Grillby initially took the story with a grain of salt. But as time went on, and Gaster spent more time with her, apparently details that reinforced the factuality of it came to light.
Not that Grillby saw either of them often. That was simply the nature of his friendship with Gaster, after so many years: long stretches of silence, occasional visits that picked up as if no time had passed, and, every once in a while, periods of frequent and excited contact. Those tended to happen during high stress situations, intense lows, or major breakthroughs. He would have assumed that sheltering a human would have been a large enough event to merit frequent contact, but no, nothing much came of it. And he, like always, never pushed. So when the next time the two visited, months later, and they held hands, well… that was Gaster’s business. But he believed his friend’s explanation about different universes, and just like when they asked him the first time, he agreed to keep an eye out for another human.
Except he didn’t see one. Not until nearly a year after his initial introduction to the human Asteri, when Gaster introduced a lanky, disheveled human man. Grillby had heard the announcement, of course, just like everyone else: that there were two humans living in the underground, and they were not to be harmed. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time besides being relieved Gaster would no longer need to hide the woman he obviously had feelings for, that she had apparently found her friend, and that both of them were so peaceful in comparison to the last time a human had fallen, decades ago.
Meeting this second human, all things considered, Grillby should not have been surprised when his oldest friend introduced him as his own alternate self. Despite this, he immediately felt an odd sort of defensiveness well up on Gaster’s behalf. Grillby and the human man had stared at each other for a few moments, both processing this meeting. Then, something had clicked for the human, and the precise way he lit up with that dumb idiot grin was so familiar, so immediately recognizable, Grillby barely needed any more evidence to be convinced.
Oh, sure, he had about a million questions about the whole situation between the four of them— two Asteris, and two Gasters, all of whom had now met each other, apparently— but they would tell him what they needed to, when they felt ready. He didn’t ask questions. This many years of bartending and people-watching had given him both the ability to read people and the patience to mind his own business and wait for an explanation. People loved to talk, and there were far more ways to say something than with words. He was the silent companion, always there to listen but never to pry. A keeper of secrets, and a staunch minder of his own business.
Nothing about today had seemed especially different, except that the human Gaster had wandered in all on his own a while ago, hesitant but trying not to seem uneasy. (Trying to hide it was futile though; Grillby had known his counterpart for centuries and could read his body language like a book.) But he said nothing as was his custom, simply nodded in greeting and acknowledgement, and let the man sit where he liked and order if he wished.
It had been nearly a 40 minutes by now, with naught a word but to order something Grillby wasn’t familiar with, then brandy as a reluctant compromise, and two refills. Only now, nursing that second refill, had the man finally lifted his head and signed anything beyond that.
“You know, in my world, you are a bartender as well.”
Grillby eyed him. That was certainly one way to start a conversation. It was indeed tempting to take the bait and tug the line, but he had many years of patience. He waited silently, as always.
The man sighed inaudibly and studied Grillby with a sort of look he had seen before. Asteri— the human one— always treated him with an odd sort of familiarity when she visited (which was more often than he expected, frankly), as if she already knew him. Sometimes he caught her looking at him with what he had long since learned to recognize in patrons as nostalgia. Bittersweetness. Except hers was a little different in a way he could never put a finger on. She never said anything though, and as a bartender he never asked. Now it made a little more sense: he had a counterpart too, and the two humans knew him.
That look was different on this face, though. Where Asteri looked a little sad, but mostly fond, this human version of Gaster looked far more stricken.
“You are quiet there, too.”
Human Gaster smiled a little, but it slipped almost immediately.
“Not quite this quiet, though.”
He swirled his drink around and stared at it for a moment before taking another sip.
“You used to be quite reactive, when we first met.” He chuckled, just once. “You are still learning to keep your expression neutral when customers say outrageous things. You were getting much better at it.” A bright, genuine smile split the gloom he was projecting, for a moment. “You opened your own restaurant, much like this one! It was just taking off… when Asteri and I fell.”
The smile was gone just as quickly, replaced by an even more despondent expression.
“I was supposed to visit. We moved away, after university. I had to cancel my trip…” He sighed. “No. I did not need to. You were coming to visit us the following month, and so I reasoned…”
The human blinked watery eyes and laid against his arm on the bar, hands falling still.
“I wonder what you thought,” he signed after a few moments, small like a whisper, and a few tears rolled onto his arm. “When we disappeared.” He blinked slowly, looking somewhere that wasn’t here. “I wish I could tell you I am safe. That I am sorry. I wish…” His eyes watered anew and his jaw quivered. “…I could tell you that I miss you.”
He rolled his head so his face was pressed into his sleeve, and sniffled softly.
Grillby stared at him, genuinely surprised for the first time in a while.
Oh.
This man— they called him “Windy” —was undeniably Gaster, but Grillby had only acknowledged that fact on its own. But it didn’t exist in a vacuum. This wasn’t just “now there’s a human Gaster too.” This was also “Gaster thrown into a strange new place,” “Gaster grieving something enormous,” and right now, most of all, “Gaster without his best friend.”
He knew how his Gaster— Wingdings— was. He knew how bad things were when they were young, how much he needed support. After so many years, he knew it wasn’t self-absorbed or presumptuous to say that Wingdings needed him. It was mutual. Of course it was. No longer needing to constantly be around each other didn’t change the fact that once upon a time, they only had each other. It didn’t change how integral they were to each other’s lives, even to each other’s development as people.
So what if Wingdings just disappeared?
What if the last time he visited really was the last time?
What would he do if his best friend and only anchor throughout the centuries were suddenly gone? No explanation, no clues, nothing.
Sparks, he’d be devastated. Heartbroken would be an understatement.
And if it had happened back then, when they were both still settling into who they were? Grillby wouldn’t even be the same person. Wingdings just another monster erased after the war, but the only one he’d been side-by-side with through it all; the reason he hadn’t allowed himself to succumb to the numbness that came with killing; the person who had kept him kind, kept him compassionate. The only friend he’d allowed himself to have in a world where caring had always, inevitably gotten him hurt.
He would have been utterly inconsolable.
But Wingdings, Wingdings was far more tender-hearted. He took every loss so hard, every time, even after more than four centuries. Grillby couldn’t imagine Wingdings would ever be alright if anything happened to him. Not now, not back then. No partner could ever fill the space they took up in each other’s lives. No happiness could replace each other’s friendship. It wasn’t a romantic thing; They had just known each other longer than anyone else.
Grillby blinked, mentally shaking himself out of his thoughts, and glanced around his restaurant. It was sparser than usual, being a weeknight. His attention turned back to the human in front of him. He may not know Windy, but he knew Gaster. He may have a policy of silence, but he always made an exception for his friend.
He scooped a glass of ice and nudged Windy’s arm with it. Windy lifted his head just enough to look up with bleary, red eyes. The ice in the glass was half melted when he reluctantly took it.
“If Gaster disappeared, I’d be pissed," Grillby signed flatly as the glass was taken. Windy wilted again. Grillby's expression didn't change, but a crimson shimmer of worry and guilt flickered through his flames. "Wouldn't think bad of him though."
Windy searched his face, probably struggling to read it, as most people did. Fire elementals didn’t tend to have a lot of facial expressions; it had more to do with brightness, intensity, and color. Most monsters didn’t know that. A human from a world without monsters certainly wouldn’t. Indeed, Windy didn’t seem to find whatever he was searching for, and his eyes fell once more as he sipped his ice water.
“I’m sorry for unloading this on you.”
His signs ran together and stayed close to his body, like he was muttering.
“This must be so uncomfortable for you. I- I apologize for being so selfish. I should not have come and said all this.”
He made to get up, shoving his hand in his pocket to fish for his wallet. Grillby reached out to grasp his shoulder, stopping him. He looked up. Grillby paused, not entirely sure what he had intended by this gesture. Seeing Windy sad like this was like seeing Wingdings from long, long ago. It made his heart ache.
“Not selfish,” he said. Another moment of hesitation, then, “It’s good you came. Stay.”
Windy’s jaw trembled again, and once more Grillby was struck by how uncannily similar his expressions were to Wingdings’, somehow, despite having skin and muscle. Windy hesitated, torn. “I should get home…”
It was a weak protest, and Grillby knew Gaster well enough to know when he needed to be pushed and when he needed to be left to it.
“Sober up first.” A reasonable excuse.
Windy hesitated once again, but then nodded and got back on his barstool.
He took another sip of ice water.
Grillby wiped out a cup.
It must be strange, he thought, to meet someone who you know, but who doesn’t know you. If he were in Windy’s position…
He set the cup aside and eyed the other man once more. “How do I look?”
Windy looked up, confused.
Grillby nodded toward him with his head. “Human.”
“A-Ah! Well…” The other man cracked a smile. Success. “You are shorter, but otherwise have the same build. You have pale skin, and freckles. You keep your hair long, except in summer. It is usually tied in a high ponytail. It is wavy, and—” He chuckled softly— “fiery orange.”
A sliver of violet wove its way up through Grillby’s flames, and he crackled pleasantly. After a moment of consideration, he leaned forward closer and dimmed, just a little, pointing to his face. Windy squinted in the heat, but after a second his eyes widened and he grinned.
“Freckles! I did not realize you could—” He caught himself and waved his hands sheepishly. “Ah! That is to say, I know so little still, I find that my reasoning frequently returns to the principles of my own universe. I was not aware that a being made of fire could… could have freckles.” His smile split his face despite himself.
There was a flicker of violet in Grillby’s flames. “What else?”
Windy lit up even more. “We are the same age, but while I am often mistaken as being older, you have a “baby face.”” He giggled a little. “You cannot grow facial hair save for patches of stubble, either, and we have had more than one silly argument about it. In university, you would come home and complain about how many customers asked if you were old enough to be tending a bar to begin with.”
Grillby raised nonexistent eyebrows. “We lived together?”
“Yes, for a few years. You see, the living arrangements on campus…”
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By the time Windy left, it was late. He was smiling though, and that made Grillby feel better. By then, Grillby had learned many things about his human counterpart and the world this other Gaster had once lived in. He learned that human Grillby liked the cold weather too, preferring snow over sun; that his name there was a nickname (his real name was Gilbert); and that there was no war they’d ever had to fight, only academic and social struggles. It sounded like a much nicer past.
Grillby had told him to come back soon— they needed to settle on a different way to sign his name, after all, so it wasn’t the same as Wingdings’. Windy eagerly agreed; both of them being “Dr. Gaster” to everyone at work was difficult enough.
“You can pick me a new one,” Grillby had offered as well. “If you want.” He shrugged. “Don’t have to.”
It seemed that Windy liked the idea. He had launched into over-explaining himself immediately upon agreeing though, as if Grillby would be offended by it when he was the one who brought it up. He held a hand up to stop him. “I already know.”
He was Grillby, but wasn’t Windy’s Grillby. It was as simple as that. That fact wouldn’t change. They knew different versions of each other who had lived very different lives. At the heart of it all, though, they were the same, and that was what mattered. There was nothing he could do about this other Grillby, no replacing him, just like Windy could never replace Wingdings. They didn’t have the same history. They weren’t each other’s oldest and dearest companions. No. But they could still be friends. It was a start.
#seeker writes#I will probably come back and edit this after posting. as I tend to do.#writing this was super weird for some reason#I couldn’t manage to convey the feeling I wanted.#not nearly enough#y’know how ‘flavored’ sparkling water tastes like it was just NEAR some fruit? this tastes like it was just NEAR the feeling.#plus I don’t have Grillby’s voice very well defined in my head yet so it’s hard to write him.#i’ll get there#But he isn’t nearly as analytical or as much of an overthinker as Asteri or Gaster (or Alphys).#And as anyone who’s read anything I’ve ever written will know: I am extremely long-winded. I over-explain#It’s really hard not to do that.#oh well. at least I wrote something#borrowed the idea of different color flames indicating different emotions from copper-skulls btw bc they write it so well#WRITING GOALS HONESTLY#Lupik if you see this: yeah that’s right. I’m saying nice things about you. What are you gonna do about it?#(/lighthearted and silly)#double dingsaster au#⁂ humans#⁂ au#windy#grillby
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few questions i wanted to ask. i know the video's like 9+ years old now, but whatever happened to that video you had on your old youtube that was just a still image of raj from camp lazlo with you narrating over it telling people to not watch montage parodies, and what was the tune that accompanied it? because i completely forgot it was for years now. also, are there any aspects of florida that you kinda miss which you feel like you really can't get in chicago?
basically asking "song name?" on a video i not only made but also DELETED a decade ago is admirable dedication. here u go homie ur journey finally ends tonight thank u for the patience✌️🤝
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#regarding chicago: i miss the atlantic ocean but sometimes when its super windy lake michigan gets choppy sorta like the sea❤️💔#regarding the vid itself: im sorry if u feel different but that video was cringe as fuck its just me circa 2014 complaining abt meme trends#momentary pettiness always ages like milk its healthier to let it get vanquished to an abyss than immortalize it forever imo
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The cutest unwelcome guest ever
#found him on my porch a couple days ago when it was pouring rain and super windy so I had to bring him in…..#trying to find a rescue for him to go to 🤞🙏
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Bird dog activities
#dogblr#rory borealis#bird dog training#this was her first bird field session where it wasnt windy#it was super cool to see the difference#i only filmed a little bit so i could handle more mindfully#so there were definitely better runs#but still it was super cool#gif warning#tw dead bird
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can minecraft at least make their fucjing bosses drop something
#windy says things :d#The creaking and the warden are genuinely cool!#With a super neat concept#However. It just feels like it’s all for nothing#Just a nuisance. Time waster.#At least give a head or something else decorative!#Make it worth it.#minecraft
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I got recent issues to take care... probably for the next 2-3 months, yay (sarcastical) and the initial shock left me extra reflexive during my moon ritual so...
Please, don't wait too long to say the things you want to say to the people that you consider important in your life. You will never know when life will kick them and you will end carrying that burden.
#windy squeals#nothing super alarming but i gotta play nurse to one of my parents#still this rains and storms all over my plans#Im glad i finished zine deadlines but i need to push back so many other stuff im promised#im so tired#when life will give me a TRUE break
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Since Legend won the battle a few weeks ago over at @whyoneartheven’s art blog, you should draw the next round wherein he karaoke-battles Wild
HERE WE GOO!!
wild started singing Mariah Carey, and legend doesn’t know how to feel about it. also, it’s somehow snowing inside? I think wild is a disney princess 💀
#holay molay#wild is SO MUCH FUN TO DRAW#I enjoyed his design a lot#I need to draw him more often#anywho#MARGIN I FINALLY DID IT#SORRY ITS SUPER LATE#😭😭#but now I get the excuse to draw wild singing Mariah Carey so#YIPEE#windy’s art#windy answers#thanks for the ask!#lovely margin#linked universe#linked universe legend#linked universe wild#lu wild#lu legend#mariah carey#that’s a lot of tags oops#💀
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Episode 6: World Spaceport was hit by meteors, so there was necessary repairs planned in World Airport. And also a special appearance of Donnie and Remi
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had to leave my house while it was raining. 3 dead 15 injured
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