#this will really be the last animatic ill do for a while

[yi3248]

another animatic because i was possessed

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

I downloaded an animation program. Time to do the most technically difficult animation parody i can think of as my first project!

[simcardiac-arrested]

IM SURE YOUVE ALREADY EXPLAINED IT SOMEWHERE but.. may i ask about the story in bitter choco decoration. I like those guys :)

you’d be surprised but i apparently have never talked about these particular ocs’ story in detail on this particular tumblr blog. so i shall do just that…. i tried to summarize but it got kind of long oops, as it always does when i talk about my mentally ill ass ocs

so! as u might already know the guys in the video are rikki and william, and the animatic happens from rikki’s pov. rikki is basically the golden child of the family—smart, well-behaved, always keeping her parents satisfied, etc etc. generally she is put under a lot of pressure a lot of the time. and then her family decides to get an insurance child so to speak—just in case rikki fails in life—but they don’t want to go through the trouble of raising another one, so they decide to adopt.

that’s where william comes in, baby! now he is decidedly Not the golden child. he is the problem child. parents thought they could reform him—well, not much to show for that. but him and rikki surprisingly get along, even though they’re opposites. william actually gets someone who cares about him for once and wants him to be okay, and rikki gets someone who wants her to be more bold, stand up to others and consider what she herself wants instead of people-pleasing. he even gets her to make snide jokes and cut her hair. they’re best friends, it’s nice. for a while.

but, none of it is perfect. you know how rikki always seems to be smiling even though she’s clearly not having a good time? and you know all those red eyes that appear pretty much everytime william’s on screen? rikki has so many layers of masks that william never really feels like he actually knows her. and william, even though he mostly wants rikki to do her own thing, can still kind of be selfish and controlling (because he’s a teenager, and traumatized, and scared of losing his best friend, but it doesn’t change the fact that rikki feels the same pressure from him as she feels from their parents).

so this all culminates when they’re in high school and rikki buries herself in work—she wants to secure a good education and a good job so that she can actually get them both out of this shitty abusive household. for the first time in her whole life, she has a Goal that she personally has chosen. she now has someone to work hard for. but she also ends up spending a lot less time with that someone because of her studying, and it eats at william and eats and eats until—it turns out rikki’s hard work has actually paid off. she’s gotten a scholarship, and she can leave for a good university and she’s finally achieved something that she herself has wanted to do and not anyone else. for both of them. for her brother.

except her brother doesn’t react with support, like usual. he’s not cheering her on now that she’s fulfilled her dream and beyond. he just looks betrayed. because they’re best friends. they promised to be there for each other, to get out of this hellhole house together. how could she leave him behind? how is he supposed to make it without her, who is he going to have on his side? william loves her and wants her to be happy but he doesn’t want her to leave.

so in turn—because rikki is a) an avoidant little bitch who would rather masterfully evade conflict than try to have an opinion and b) doesn’t want her brother to hate her forever and not speak to her ever again—in turn, rikki, as always, as second nature, lies. i mean, it’s her dream, it’s something she’s been working towards for years, but she’ll stay. she’ll leave it behind. it makes perfect logical sense to her—best of both worlds: she doesn’t spend the last summer at home with her brother resenting her, and she still gets to actually go to university. it is basically flawless.

all up until, you know, the day comes where she actually has to move out and go to university. and william inevitably finds out that she lied to him. and they fight. it’s not good. it’s not happy. they end up separating on really bad terms, and not talking for the next 7 years because william runs away from home pretty much soon after rikki leaves (it’s not shown in the animatic but he does go MIA, rikki visits home once on holiday to find that her brother is just Gone, no one knows where he is, her parents couldnt give less of a shit, not great all around!!!) then rikki ends up graduating and looking for an easy first job, just to kind of set her foot in Job World.

unfortunately, it is also the exact same easy, convenient job that her brother ends up picking. hoo, boy. long time no see.

[stupidcanofpeaches]

sometimes i feel like im running out of time to do anything. i see all this art around me gorgeous sketches and edits and animatics and i think man i wish i kept doing this back when i had more free time more energy. i wish i was brave enough to keep singing i wish i kept trying to learn how to play guitar i wish i kept drawing my shitty little sketches and i just didn't. i didn't. so what now? all i can do is write and it just doesn't feel like enough it really doesn't. i feel like i was more brave when i was a teenager. now i open one of my many empty sketchbooks and i look at the page and i swear one of these days ill cry real hard about it. nowadays its like if im not instantly good at something it doesn't feel like its worth to continue. i draw a character, the character looks like crap and i feel like crap and i put it down. all of my expensive watercolor pencils and nice markers and oil pastel are just gathering dust while im waiting to feel brave enough to tackle my failures. and its not like i owe this to anyone to do this, i don't have to be very good at it to enjoy it but something in me doesn't allow it. why must i feel like it needs to be good why must i feel like i have to get something out of it whether attention or validation or profit. why can't i just do my shitty art for the sake of it and the enjoyment of the process of creating something?

its not supposed to be a race and im not losing but ill be damned if it doesn't feel like im dead last in some marathon i did not want to participate in.

[azumasoroshi]

watched the first two episodes of oshi no ko a while back (REALLY FUCKING GOOD, ive been a manga reader for a while but i stopped reading the recent chapters and basically forgot everything except for the major points and god it’s so satisfying to have the adaptation remind me of what i’ve forgotten in the most beautiful way possible)

but this post isnt about onk, it’s about izaya!! izaya orihara!! lets fucking goooooooooo izaya idol au!!!! i cant get this flea out of my BRAIN

i was about to open a new canvas to draw some more shizaya stuff for my animatic that im never gonna finish and i was like huh. maybe i should draw onk fanart. and then i remembered this art of venti genshin impact with ai’s eyes and i remembered thinking man i hope this becomes an artist trend for people to do with their art blorbos! and then i was like OH. guess i could contribute to the trend by drawing izaya with ai’s eyes

and then i started thinking and i was like huh. Ai’s never experienced love from her parents, doesn’t think she knows how to love or how to express it, doesn’t get attached to others easily, is a perpetual liar, became an idol because she hoped she would learn how to love - oh hey doesnt. that. sound like izaya. just a little bit. not exactly, her character goes into more learning how to love/that she can love while izaya’s character is i can love but only impersonally because i’m afraid of getting hurt and his arc would be learning to let his walls down for his own good

SO for izaya idol au, izaya would become an idol because he wants to experience love, or something along the lines of “there’s no greater demonstration of parasocial love and foolish decision making than in the idol industry! ahaha~” and probably “idols are perfect liars and i need to put myself into their shoes so i can become an even better liar and close myself off to any possibility of falling in love that could ever exist”

there’s a lot of reasons he might want to become an idol, really. there’s so much corruption and behind-the-scenes dealing and lies and facades and shit in the entertainment industry that i think izaya would eat for breakfast. he would LOVE witnessing that shit and making his own shady deals and stuff and occasionally ruining lives and watching people rise and fall down the rankings and tear each other down. plus the people who are in it for passion rather than money are fascinating as well. psychology student’s dream really- i mean what this is definitely about izaya and not me projecting

plus he definitely has the looks for it (narita would hard agree given how many times he’s indirectly called izaya attractive through other characters. we love a canonically hot king)

now i need to make everything shizaya because i’m not okay but i have no idea who shizuo would be lmao

like you could make him some up and coming manager (no age difference stuff here sorry lmao) or a fellow idol (doubtful. shizuo can act cute but i dont think he could dance) or an actor like akane/kana or a streamer??? like memcho (my favorite character)

a mangaka/screenplay writer/writer in general could also work but i feel like you’d have less reason to interact with idols that way

idk how japanese idol groups work for men in particular or if there’s even like a market for that :sob: id have to look into that if i actually started making stuff for this au

alternatively izaya crossdresses as a female idol and somehow no one realizes. except for shizuo. that would be hilarious actually. he refuses to do swimsuit modeling or other provocative stuff and his fans are like “oh?? the brazen kanra-chan is unexpectedly shy?? how cute” and he plays into it but inwardly he’s like. god i know exactly how im gonna go out with a bang when i retire. and shizuo watches him playing at being shy on tv knowing that that motherfucker is planning to strip on his last days as an idol

anyway this is just me spitballing ideas but ill definitely write at least a concept/intro fanfic of this at some point so stay tuned lmAo im just about to run out of writing juices on ABAON so i gotta transfer my energy somewhere else and where better than the idol!izaya au

[pathos-p]

"Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game" but i got tagged in it so i am gonna answer all of them 'cause theyre fun

questions by @/i-like-eyes

thanks for the tag @king-chook!! ^^

1. Art programs you have but don't use

i thiiink i have a license for clip studio paint that came with my old wacom tablet but i never rly used it. also used to have krita installed for the longest time but just always felt off to me idk why. don't currently have it installed anymore tho

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

to their right is a bit easier i think. not smth i consciously notice, mostly i'm just thinking abt when im doodling on the margins of stuff they usually are looking to the left of the page

3. What ideas come from when you were little

uhhh idk tbh, i dont think much of my art draws from that

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

cityscapes !!! i love cities they r so pretty and cool looking but goddamn theyre so hard to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

80-20? i post everything that i finish. basically the only stuff that doesnt get posted is sketches i give up on

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

hmmmm not that i can think of rn...

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

watercolour !! i've tried it a few times and Struggled but i love seeing ppl's work in it

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

so many animatics ..................... also many comic ideas ..................... i get so many ideas that i just never start on or start and only do a little before losing the hyperfocus/fixation and just Cannot continue them. it sucks

9. What are your file name conventions

usually the character name, maybe a bit of description of what theyre doing... idk not much of a convention to it

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

hmm i like jackets :)

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

yes, usually music. sometimes random youtube videos like stream highlights or video essays.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

uhhh hair? maybe idk. hard question bc it varied a lot depending on what kinda style and just. sometimes smth is hard in a particular drawing then easy later idk

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

i cant think of anything i will edit it in if i think of anyone

14. Any favorite motifs

in my drawings i dont feel like i use any much. mostly i pull motifs from whatever im doing fanart of lol. in music, i like religious motifs (but not like. ones abt christ or bible stories, rather heaven, hell, god/divinity, angels)

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

at home pretty much exclusively. in bed lol

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

idk i feel like the stuff im better at is the stuff i like bc i practice it more for fun lol

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

not usually

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

surprisingly little. mostly bc i do more digital art lol

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

weapons and nature. especially ice for nature

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

i cant think of anything ill add it if i do

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

i love rougher styles, like ones with a lot of visible brushstrokes and bold lines and shit. so cool. idk how to make it look good lol i dont have the confidence in my lines for it

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

none... probably i should change that

23. Do you use different layer modes

yeah, often i use a multiple layer for shading then a variety to colour adjust at the end

24. Do your references include stock images

sometimes

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

cant think of any

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

there was this poem i wrote about capitalism and how shit it is and someone thought it was abt interpersonal relationships/smth along the lines of a breakup. i rly didnt mind it tho i thought it was cool bc the emotion was not far off, the sense of betrayal and abandonment. just a very very different subject

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

no lol

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i ran a zine (digital only) for the dimension 20 zine jam! and also made art+writing for others in that :D also was part of a polygon yt fanzine a while back

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

spider-man (not the MCU, mostly tasm and a few of the comics)

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

IS IT BAD TO SAY A PIECE THAT GOT QUITE A BIT OF POSITIVE ATTENTION ?? maybe

i rly like the cj comic i did i am genuinely so goddamn happy with the result so . even tho it did very well by the standards for the fandom its for and my current follower base it is underrated

alternatively this one https://www.tumblr.com/pathos-p/704380503765221377/tridential-sovereignty?source=share bc it didnt get all that much attention on any social media site but i think its cool !!

(mostly only using recent ones bc i dont wanna dig back further esp onto my old twt acct, too much work lol)

[leynaeithnea]

OKAY BUT IF YOU DO

IF YOU DO

THERE SOME THINGS

That are fun to know before hand!!!!!

1. Animatics, watch the animatics, they make the whole expierence better -> this is my personal playlist with my favorite and "trying to stay true to what the creator had in mind"/"best story-line/movie flow" animatics [Link to the yt playlist] (but there are SO many good ones that are worth checking out if you end up liking it)

2. Each character has at least one instrument that mostly just represents them, so listening out for them to get more clues about the story is really fun!

3. The more supernatual/divine a being is the more synthier the music/instruments become, while humans mostly have traditional instruments

4. The choirs/ensemble/backing vocals when only humans are present are always other characters singing, when a god or more divine being has choirs in the background theyre not actually "in the story" and are just "made up"/summoned by the gods

5. Pancakes ♡

6. Right now...or as of tonight (midnight 31th october) we have songs songs 1-35 (my animatics playlist only has up to song 30 right now, but ill add the new ones as soon as they come out), the musical isnt finished yet, but estimately around Christmas we should get the last 5 songs (songs 36-40)

7. The fandom is amazing, Jorge is a pure joy on earth, we love the winions and I hope youll end up liking it whenever you'll get to watch it! Would love to welcome you to the fandom ^^

As someone who likes Homer a bit more than is normal, am I missing out on anything never having seen/listened to Epic the musical

Idk I keep hearing people talking about it and saying its good but a lot of people disagree, is it actually worth my time?

[fuckinart]

Just wanted to say I absolutely loved your drawing of the Nightshade prison scene where Freddy is praying for Alex. Nightshade is my most favorite book ever and I want Alex and Freddy's relationship to grow into a beautiful bond. If you have more Nightshade-related work I'd love to see it!

anon, i love you. i loved that scene too & needed to draw it so desperately i subjected my poor laptop to 100-ish layers in Hexels. here’s close-ups of the art in question because there’s little details i love that might not be very... viewable in the big version (like, yes, Nightshade being on the desk xD also the guns & escape plan. i wanted the room to look more lived in despite being really empty). i may go back & “finish” it, since the lighting isn’t what i wanted it to be but i was too tired to fix it at the time. this has honestly inspired me to go back to it <3

also, yes, i will be absolutely drawing more Alex Rider (& Nightshade) stuff because i love it a lot as well. full blown hyperfixation level love. working on my own personal character designs for everyone at the moment. may or may not be working on an animatic too who knows ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[colourshot-draws]

Aww I feel so bad for Drayton and his brothers I just wanna hug them and comfort them :( I wonder what more sad headcanons you have on Drayton/the rest of the brothers and if so could you tell me a bit more about them? ;-; Thanks and have a wonderful day! :)

Ahh I feel a similar way! I'm sure they'd be happy to receive some comfort :]

And I absolutely do have more and I can definitely tell you about them (although every time I'm asked about my ideas, I immediately forget them...I should write them down properly).

•

One of my main ideas for the brothers - and this is something I've definitely mentioned before - is that they do care for one another but the gap between them all is already so big, that bridging it feels impossible. How is Drayton supposed to express that he cares after all he's done, especially to Bubba? That'd he'd done it out of love or fear? Perhaps a mix of both? It may be true but that doesn't really change the damage he knows he's done, he can see the way Bubba cowers away from him when he enters a room. The Sawyers kind of have to be a close family, only looking out for each other and all but still, they don't exactly strike me as the kind of family to sit down and have in-depth discussions about past grievances. So they have arguments, words are exchanged and both parties leave bitter and upset - never really finding their way back to each other, never really resolving any hurt. They just move on and act as normal as they all can.

At least that's how I see it!

Now I'll just rattle off some quicker, random headcanons I have about the brothers:

I don't think Drayton eats nearly as much as he should, mostly out of stress. He always cooks and provides for his family but after a long day at the gas station, the smell of bbq making him feel a little ill, he's not really in the mood for much food.

One of my friends headcanons that I adopted as my own is that Bubba gets nosebleeds when they're stressed. Drayton really knows he's gone too far with his yelling when Bubba's nose starts bleeding.

Another one inspired by a friend and expanded on together was that Chop knew something was wrong with Nubbins before he even got home. That he had a sense his twin was no longer around...because y'know, twin stuff.™ And maybe Nubbins knew that Chop had been injured as well. Chop is lucky it isn't fatal but of course, Nubbins never finds that out, he just has an awful feeling up until his last moments.

I also think that Chop would get sick of seeing Nubbins in himself when he looks in the mirror. Perhaps he decides on a bit of an appearance change because of that.

One I haven't given much thought to at all and really only came to me while I was working on an animatic (which is a wip, hopefully coming soon 🤞), was the idea of it being Chop who decides to deal with Nubbins's corpse in that way. I know it seems pretty standard for the Sawyers to keep dead family members around but a part of me couldn't help but wonder if Nubbins was a little different. He was young, much too young and it wasn't supposed to happen like that. It wasn't supposed to happen at all and Drayton just couldn't stand it, refusing to acknowledge any mention of him for a while. He's not exactly thrilled when Chop starts lugging Nubbins around but 'if it gets him outta his damn room once 'n a while, suppose it's fine.' 🤷‍♂️ No idea if like that idea at all HAHAH, it's really not something I've given much thought so disregard this one if you wish (I mean you can also disregard all of them if you want...obviously).

Those are all that spring to mind right now, thank you for your wonderful asks 😊 I hope my answers are somewhat entertaining!

I'm well aware I'm taking these characters (at least Chop) perhaps more seriously than they may have been presented at first but that's the fun of headcanons, ain't it? There's always room for goofy fun stuff as much as there is for the sadder sides. - 🐊

[wonderlandhatter]

Will you read to me?

Pairing: Spencer x femReader

Summary: You're feeling unsettled after a case, so Spencer helps you get some sleep and get a smile back on your face.

Word count: 1863

Warnings: fluff (is that a warning idk), mentions of an unsub, feeling overwhelmed after an unsub touches you (just your hand and waist nothing in detail). Tiny bit of angst I think mostly fluff though

A/N: Ok so this is my first attempt at writing a fic, it ended up being longer than I thought it would be, anyways if you would like to give me some feedback that would be greatly appreciated, hope someone out there enjoys this, I really liked writing it.  Ooh also if I missed any warnings pls tell me. 

A/N2: Hey so my old account got deleted so I'm reposting my fics if you have a sec I would appreciate it if you could boost it so i can try and get to where i was, thank you.

It had been a tough case, especially for you, the victimology fit you in every way and so you had been used to draw the unsub out, nothing had gone wrong but you could still feel his hand where he had touched yours, his alluring presence was lingering around you , all you wanted to do was go home and shower this feeling off but first you had to get there.

Unfortunately, there was still 2 hours left in the flight. So, until you did get home you would settle for sleep hoping time would pass faster, though you just couldn’t stop your mind from thinking, well overthinking. Spencer noticed this and it hurt him to see you like this he himself knew nothing had happened but he didn’t like the thought that you had even gone near that creep, to think about what he would have done to you, if the circumstances were different.

He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something had happened, you and him were close, very close, you had first bonded when he noticed your Dr who coin purse on your first day at the BAU, he hadn’t gotten a chance to say anything because at that moment Garcia bubbled into the bullpen announcing that they have a case. but when he saw it again on the jet, he couldn’t resist but to ask if you like the show, you love the show and your face visibly lit up at the mention of it as did his, you both exchanged a few words before Derek piped in to ask if that was the show with the flying phone booth but before Spencer had the chance to correct him, you did. ‘well firstly it’s a Tardis which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, secondly it isn’t a phone booth it’s a police box.’ Once you finish you simply smiled at him but before he could answer you piped up again early. ‘ ooh ooh and do you want to know why it’s a police box’, Derek honestly couldn’t care less but he couldn’t bare to take away the joy in your face that was brought by this nerdy little show you clearly loved, Spencer might also have been giving him a look that said ‘don’t you dare say no’, so he decided to indulge you, ‘sure kid tell me why it’s a police box’. Spencer saw your face light up even more if it was even possible, and so you began’ So the Tardis is supposed to change in appearance depending on where it  is because of a component that is called ‘the chameleon circuit’ but something happened to it so it no longer works and is stuck as a police box, its explained in the first Dr who series in an episode called An Unearthly child. Oh and…..’ by this time Derek has lost interest and was only half listening but Spencer’s full attention was on you as you talked about something that clearly brought you joy, at this point he decided  to chime in and so you two spent the rest of the jet ride to wherever it was you were going discussing your favourite episodes, plots and Drs. And so, a beautiful friendship began to bloom.

As spencer’s memory of that day came to an end he couldn’t help but be visibly sad at how much of a contrast your feeling were to that day, there was no smile so big you had dimples no hands moving around animatically  as you talked and no interrupting your own sentences as you thought of something else you thought needed to be said. And certainly, no you trying to convince him that David tenant was the best Dr. now there was only an uneasiness about you, you looked sad and in slight distress.

Spencer couldn’t keep sitting there doing nothing, he wanted to take those feelings away no, he needed to take them away, he wanted to go over to you and hold you, place you on his lap and let you bury your face into his cardigan like you had done so many times before on your movie nights, but that wouldn’t be appropriate while the entire team was around, and he didn’t want to make you feel worse by being so forward so instead he stood up from his seat opposite Derek and J.J and made his way to you on  the sofa holding his book, you were sat  in the corner looking so small, holding a now cold cup of tea.

Your mind was anywhere but there so it took Spencer calling your name quietly before you realised anyone was sitting there, and as you saw him all those bad feelings were drowned out by those of joy and love, they weren’t gone but their overwhelming words were dulled, Spencer just had that effect on you, you weren’t completely sure when your feeling changed from hey that’s my friend, to hey that’s my friend who I would like to kiss, marry, and have babies with. Maybe it was the day he showed you how to do physics magic, or the day he brought you coffee every morning for 2 weeks because he spilled one the previous day on your white shirt, or maybe the first time he hugged you, you knew he wasn’t big on hugs but after a tough case for everyone he could see you needed it and honestly once he was there holding you he never wanted to stop, after that he wouldn’t hesitate to hug you, you both waved it off as friendly but you both just wanted to be as close as possible, maybe when you came to terms with the fact you would both try your best to have physical contact with each other, be it holding hands or falling asleep on each other’s shoulder is when you knew you wanted a lot more.

You were brought back by Spencer’s voice, ‘are you ok’,’  ‘oh,  ah yeah sorry , my minds just wandering I guess’ you said looking down at your hands feeling bad for lying, he clearly knew you weren’t he was a profiler after all, and as you stared at your hand you   once again remembered his lingering touch on your left hand, before your mind could wander further Spencer held your hand ,he spoke up  ‘ don’t think about him, I know that’s what your doing , but he’s gone now were he cant hurt anyone else, were he can’t hurt you’. You looked away from him feeling silly ‘I know that, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this it’s ridiculous honestly he didn’t do anything he just touched my hand and waist but the thought of his hands on me just makes me feel sick, it’s like I can still feel him and I just want to wash it off and that’s all I can think about every time I try to sleep, I just want to sleep and forget about it spence’ as you said this you subconsciously scratched the back of  your hand where his had been, spencer took both your hands once again before you could hurt yourself,  ‘hey y/n, it isn’t silly, after seeing the crime scenes and knowing what he did to those women it is perfectly reasonable to be feeling like this’ you nod at his words and lean your head on his shoulder as you take in his familiar comforting smell, ‘thanks Spence’ you hear him hum in response as his head leans on top of yours.

You sit in comfortable silence just being with each other not even realising he hadn’t let go of your hand, it isn’t like you had made a move to either, and neither of you were planning on it. The jet was silent as everyone was either asleep, or going through some files, it was peaceful, it was wonderful.

You were the first to break the silence ‘what are you reading’ , ‘Alice’s adventures in wonderland’, you looked up at him from your place on his shoulder with a soft smile and simply stated ‘that’s my favourite book, I have a copy in my desk right now’ , ‘I know, that’s why I’m reading it, ‘ his reason made your heart swell as he continued, ‘even though it Is considered a classic I’ve never actually read it, I must say I am enjoying it’, ‘how far along are you’, ‘about half way’. Truthfully Spencer could have been done with the book already even though he had started it at the beginning of the flight, however this book was different, this was your favourite, this one meant so much to you and so he wanted to take it all in, he wanted that feeling you get when you first read a line that impacts you, a feeling you only get once with that line, a feeling he was getting often in this book because he knew you loved it and so he loved it.

The silence was disrupted by a very large yawn coming from you, he must admit you looked very cute when you were tired (he may also love the fact you were wearing one of his cardigans that you had claimed as your, and you also had very cute sweater paws). ‘Here lie down’ Spencer said, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so you asked, ‘will you read to me’ there was barely a beat before you felt the need to justify your request, even though you didn’t need to he would do anything you asked. ‘it’s just I don’t think ill be able to sleep, and your voice is very calming’, the last part you said quietly and felt a light blush on your cheeks, spencer simply smiled and simply answered ‘of course ill read to you’, and so you laid you head down on his lap and he began reading once you were fully comfortable, ‘would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’’ ‘’that depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’’ said the cat………’’ and so Spencer kept reading to you, an you kept listening, his hand made its way to your hair and began to play with it while your hand drew lazy  nonsensical things  on his leg , and as you heard the words you had read a million times before, and as the man you held so much love for played with your hair all your worries and thoughts melted away and you slowly let sleep take over , you felt conflicted as you didn’t want to miss this, miss Spencer’s voice recite something that meant so much to you, it was like hearing a completely new story, but at some point you let it take over and so you were finally able to sleep, Spencer never stopped reading to you or playing with your hair in fear of disturbing your peace, he was so happy there was a smile back on your face, he would read to you every hour of every day if it meant seeing you smile.

[blufox234isadumbname]

i guess i do this now

Rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog! Thanks for the tag @therewillbebeauty

Favorite color: Navy blue to ig nighttime indigo, its sorta a gradient or me because , at this point I gotta memorise the exact hex code of it, for now ig #403f7c will do

Currently reading: not really anything at the moment, i dont read often in my free time because i spend it jsut sleeping. I read fics but yeah i don't exaclt have a consistent fic i check in and out of currently

Last song: Snow By Ricky Montgomery, my recommended is now wired to just replay the entirety of the Montgomery Ricky album. I would like to add this is defintely a FWT song, i keep thinking of an animatic for me

Last film: I think it was Luca, i loved the story so much, mostly cause friendship stories hit real good for me

Currently watching: i dont really follow any tv shows or web series, i really onyl can have one obsession and that current obsession is DSMP. or rather their creators content, other than that i dont really have anything

Last series: I mean, before DSMP i just was watching old DP before the whoel debacle occured and the channel changed significantly. This was all like before qurantine hit me so i spent that remainder just nto watchign new shows. I did enjoy watchign Sanders Sides for a while then, i dont go back to it very often as much as before

Three ships:

for fairness sake i will jsut put one main DSMP ship and thats c!fundywastaken; short-lived but well-missed (well depends on who you ask). Honestly speaking i have a few cfundy ships, surprisingly it just consists of dream team also...additonally karlnapity for life

back when i watched sanders sides consistently i shipped prinxiety a bit, still same now just not intensely. i like the two's dichotomy with each other

kitashu from P5, its mostly because i love yusuke in general he is such a *guy*, possibly fruity and the interactions in his confidant thing is just, fun. shoutout tho to akeshu shippers (you know who you are )

First ever ship: god ok REALLY BACK THEN i used to be inthe eddsworld fandom and i shipped tomtord. would i go back to it, god no, the more i jsut reflect i think id rather leave it be

Currently working on: nothing at the moment, im waitign to get my embroidery needles so i can start makign patches. i am writing some short fundywastaken stories because i keep listenign to Ricky Montgomery and its all good material btu idk if ill keep it consistent

I would like to tag @oakskull @appleflavoredkitkats @altarmisu aaaaaaaaaaaand thats all the people i have the confidence to tag because i know they also follow me dont feel pressured to partake frens

[justanartisticduck]

For fanfic thingy: 5, 10, 16! Also love your art<3 /p

(just letting you know I wrote a huge ramble for these but tumblr reset it all so I’m typing all this from memory of what I said- i am so sorry abt that my answers were much more in depth but tumblrs a jerk :’) )

5. yes I do!!!!! Music is a crucial part in me writing and drawing actually!! Usuallly music helps me either set up a mood while making art or it helps me make an actual story for said art!!! :P Usually though that’s how I interpret all music! Usually I associate certain songs with certain characters (like for example the song “Oh No” reminds me SO much of Duck like in my head it’s their song-) and other songs I make full on stories and scenes with (like the song “Someone Gets Hurt (reprise)” is a song I associate tightly with a scene from the past of my Dhmis interp in which Duck and Red have their first big fight (because Red don’t realize Roy is a manipulative asshole-) and I’m actually making an actual animatic of the animatic I imagine each time I hear this song!!! :3 also yes- I imagine animations when I listen to music- it’s very fun actually!) but when it comes to me characters are a key part in how I interpret music which makes music important to me drawing or writing about these characters because my brain is already mapping out the tones and setting and story and all jsut by hearing this song, how about we put these ideas to use!! So, tldr yes!! I do listen to music when writing and drawing!! (I’m actually listening to music rn as I ramble lol!!)

10. YES I DO OMG!!!!! AHEM- OK SO thsi is from a fanfic I don’t plan on finishing or releasing but I write this one set of dialogue that I am still in love with and super proud of like!!! Anyways so ill explain what’s going on a bit: basically this fic takes place jsut after Dhmis 4 after Duck/Robin gains back consciousness after passing out at the prior lesson’s end. Their memory is really fuzzy and they can’t help but shake the feeling something- no- someONE is missing and after looking in an old picture book they realize what this missing something truly was- Red… after thsi they go to the thing they last remembered their friend going to… the door on the side of the room which is where the upcoming dialogue starts… enjoy!! :DD (aslo I’ll highlight where the story starts and ends with the use of this 💔, just to specify when the story begins and ends :3)

💔

….Robin immediately got up and ran to the door closest to them.

“Red… Red answer me!”

There was no response…

“Red I'm serious, open the door!!”

They tried to open the door once again, it didn’t budge…

“Red open the door this instant!!!”

Nothing…

“RED PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!!!!” They yelled in tears.

Robin was starting to panic, they yelled for their friend as they awaited for him to just simply respond to their calls. They continued to try to see what was on the other side of the door… but no response.. nothing was there..

“HAROLD I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR ILL-“

The door unlocked.

💔

16. Hmm- well I’m not entirely sure!! Usually I just write to whatever I’m vibing to however I do have some tropes/genres I avoid!! Ok first off nsfw/smut stuff cuz that’s illegal for me to write for as it is lol- (plus just in general that stuff makes me very uncomfy so I don’t have any plans on writing that stuff in the future-) i also tend to avoid anything too intense when it comes to romance or overall anything!! (like for example I can write two characters kissing but that’s as far as I’ll take it lol) same goes for the bad stuff too- when writing about wounds I tend to avoid bringing attention to EVERY detail- and when it comes to bad relationships I avoid showing exactly all the bad stuff- rather implying “hey- this character sucks” and maybe showing something bad that happened (but not the whole scene in detail because yikes-) because idk- writing scenes like that is very difficult for me and when it comes to these types of things I will imply what happened but I won’t show it exactly happening- (like for example in my Dhmis stories I imply Duck was eaten by those can monster things and that it injured them in many ways- but I don’t directly show the scene happening, besides the show already did that for us as it is lol-) But I hope that makes sense!! But those are the main things I can think of at the top of my head- I’m sure theres more but really what I avoid in writing and Art just depends on where it lands in my comfort zone- the further it is from that zone the less likely I am to write it! I hope that makes sense!!!

Anyways thank you for the ask!! These were very fun to think abt!! Also I rambled SO much more for this ask earlier but tumblr reloaded and deleted it all :( but regardless I hope you enjoyed my rambling!! Also I’m so so glad you like my art!! that lil comment meant DO much to me thank you!!!! Anyways I hope you enjoyed this!!

[logan-please-smile-speaks]

[Long, Tw food (in depth descriptions), brief references to unnamed heavenly beings of no specified religion, brief reference to hell. Not really any angst. Just good Dadza.]

[Hurt/comfort my beloved]

Me: i can't write

Also me: writes an entire fic by accident while telling my friend about an idea I had

(I'm gonna need this ask back at some point so don't keep it too long, okay? But make sure to take care of yourself (unlike Techno sksksks))

(How many words is this) (Cenn I've been writing this for like 3-4 hours. I've been hyperfixating on this)

-@2ble

I had this really cute idea where Techno gets sick after doomsday and Dadza takes care of him (for an animatic, or? How should i draw techno?)

Phil's Dadza side kicks in. He gently pushes Techno, who is in full garb back into bed. "Techno, you're sick. You can't go."

"But I haven't streamed in 2 weeks!"

"Rest."

Techno turns on his side in bed. Dadza gently pulls the blankets up and tucks them around Techno. Techno begins to cough, and the coughs rack his body. Dadza's expression is soft and concerned. He rubs his hand on Techno's back until he stops coughing. Techno closes his eyes. He's exhausted.

Dadza takes Techno's crown and places it on the bedside table.

He observes his ill friend. Techno is nothing like what he was up until Doomsday. He seemed--weak. Vulnerable. Sick.

"Have you had anything to eat, Techno?"

Techno doesn't open his eyes. He shakes his head. "I ran out of food a few days ago. I meant to get more but..." Techno doesn't want to admit that he couldn't get downstairs. He doesn't want to admit to weakness, to vulnerability. But everytime he thought of searching through chests, of trading with the villagers, they just seemed so far away.

Phil noticed a tear leaking out from Techno's eyelid. If he brushed it away, Techno would feel worse about his state because it would mean he was in fact vulnerable.

"I'll make you some stew."

Phil goes downstairs and tends to the fireplace. The fire seemed to have gone out sometime between now and the last time Phil checked on Techno.

How long has the house been this cold?

Phil builds up the fire and puts a cauldron over it. He makes mushroom stew because he doesn't know if techno can stomach rabbit stew.

When it's ready, he ladels it into a bowl and climbs the ladder.

Hanging off the ladder by one hand, he calls out. "Techno, stew's ready."

Techno's eyes flutter open. He sees his friend holding out a bowl of food and his eyes widen.

Phil notices that Techno is sweating and the blanket strewn to the side, only covering his feet.

"Are you too hot mate?" he asks.

Techno is broiling but he can't summon the strength to take off his outer clothes. His body refuses.

He's more focused on food. He's starving, and his body uses up what little resources it has left to sweat.

Phil walks over and puts the stew on the table. The heavenly aroma fills the room.

"Let's get this coat off of you." Phil reaches around Techno and unclasps the chain on his neck. He gently pulls the coat off of Techno's arm but he's still laying on it.

"Techno," Phil says.

"Whaaat," Techno drawls.

"You got to let me get this coat off ya mate."

Techno lets out a deep groan, then turns over on his stomach so his other arm is towards Phil.

Phil reaches under techno and grasps the coat. He pulls it out from under Techno and off his arm. The sleeve turns inside out. Phil fixes the sleeve and hangs up the coat.

Techno's shirt is drenched in sweat. He rolls over and starts fidddling with the button closest to his throat, looking up at Phil.

"Here, I'll get that for you." Phil undoes the button. He can't imagine how tired techno must've been after Doomsday, that he just collapsed in bed fully clothed, not even bothering to loosen them.

At least he took off his armor. Sh-t's heavy, he thinks. Phil ignores the fact that after the adrenaline and excitement wore off, the sore and tired Technoblade probably couldn't move with it on.

Phil pulls the blanket off the bed entirely, folds it, and places it on the table next to the stew. He pulls off Techno's shoes and socks and puts them near his coat.

They were also drenched with sweat, not to mention the smell--but it doesn't bother Phil all that much. He's smelled worse. He's frowns at the imprints on Techno's legs from the socks.

Phil loosens the rest of Techno's clothes. Techno seemed to were his tightest, least comfortable, most regal outfit to Doomsday.

Lucky for them both most of that was just accesories and pins, and Phil could easily remove those.

While Phil was doing this, Techno had been lying on his back, eyes closed. Though Techno tended to be stone-faced, Phil noticed the relief on Techno's face.

"How you feelin', Techno?"

"Philzaaa,"

"Yeah?"

Techno opens his eyes halfway, just enough to see Philza and the bottom of the bed.

"Do you have water?"

Phil procures a water bucket from his bag. "Thirsty mate?"

Techno looks at the water bucket and a small smile creeps over his face.

Phil smiles at his friend. He moves to the head of the bed and looped his arm and tattered wing around Techno and sits him up.

He holds the bucket up to Techno's mouth and tips it to his lips. Techno sips gratefully as the cool liquid pours over his hot, dry mouth and down his throat, cooling him from the inside.

"You've lost quite a bit of fluid, mate."

Techno lets some of the cold water slip out the sides of his mouth and drip down his face. His skin is boiling. The water dropelts running down his skin feel like heavenly beings allowing drops of mercy to fall upon him in the pit of hell.

Techno pulls back briefly to swallow and catch his breath and Phil rights the bucket. Techno leans in again for more water.

After drinking his fill, Techno leans back and wipes his mouth with his arm.

"All done, Techno?"

Techno swings his arms up knocks the bucket out of Phil's hand, dumping it on his head. The gush of water cools Techno, drenches the bed, and spills all over the room. Phil can't help but laugh. He picks up the bucket and scoops up the water source. He puts the bucket back in his bag.

"Had enough of the water?"

"Philza--I gotta be honest with you, Philza I haven't felt this good in weeks."

Phil laughs again even louder. The two friends are now in a good mood.

"Well now your stew is probably cold too." Phil tastes it. "Actually it's a bit warm still. Not too hot, either."

Techno scoots towards the wall and leans on it. He reaches for the bowl.

"Oh, no you don't."

"Phil, I'm a grown man-pig. I can hold a bowl."

"Maybe on a good day, Techno, but three minutes ago you couldn't sit up by yourself. No offense mate, but I don't think your arms have enough stamina right now. Now come on and eat."

Phil lifts the bowl to Techno's lips and lets him sip at his own pace. He pulls it back.

"How does it taste?"

"Pretty good but could maybe use a little salt."

"Eh, you probably need electrolytes as well after sweating through your clothes and drinking all that water."

Phil put the bowl on the downstairs counter.

Phil found salt in the downstairs chest and stirred it into the cauldron.

He heard the bowl fall to the floor behind him. It fell facedown and spilt on the floor.

Phil swore quietly.

He got a new bowl and more stew from the cauldron.

"How is it?" Techno inquired.

"Try for yourself," Phil said. He smiled as he held the bowl to Techno.

Techno looked at the bowl, then up at Phil. He took a sip.

Techno pulled back and looked at the bowl.

Phil thought he may have tainted the stew somehow. "Is it bad?" he started to say.

But he didn't quite get out anything after "Is" because Techno cut him off.

"It's delicious." Techno looked up at his friend. "Philza Minecraft, you should be a chef. This is the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted."

Phil chuckled. "All I did was add salt, what ya mean?"

"Phil, you have to sell this stew to the rest of the SMP. We could get rich!"

"Techno, I think the sickness may have gotten to your head a bit."

"Phil, I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life. We could be the the most powerful people on the server!"

"We already are. We just blew up a country. Down to bedrock."

"But we could get even more rich and powerful!"

"Well I'll be happy to listen after you eat. And rest. And bathe."

"I don't need to bathe."

"You're not getting out of it. You reek, mate."

"You can't judge me by the smell!"

"I'm not worried about the smell so much as what the smell tells me about your body. I don't know when the last time you washed was but it was definitely before Doomsday and I can't have you laying in your own sweat and filth for much longer. It's sh-t for your health, Techno."

"Philza--"

"Please just eat, Techno."

Techno leaned his head forward slightly and Phil pressed the bowl to Techno's lips.

Techno closed his eyes and savored the flavors. They were so pleasant, so soothing, so comforting. They reminded him of a time when he was safe and there was no betrayal. No war. No need for violence and bloodshed and destruction.

Phil, being a good Dadza friend, made sure that Techno ate an entire bowl. He brought Techno another bowl upon his request, of which he ate half, then left the other half bowl on the table in case Techno got hungry later.

After changing Techno's bed to clean, dry sheets and tucking his friend back into bed, he went downstairs to clean up the spill. He told Techno he would be back at sunrise to check on him. Though he might come earlier just in case. Sunrise was just the latest. Phil had decided that since Techno had gotten through the brunt of his hibernation and was now waking up sick, he should check on him at least twice a day.

Phil scrubbed the dried stew off the floor. He wondered what could've made Techno love it so much. Mere salt couldn't have made it so delicious, could it?

Phil finished cleaning the floor and the bowl and put everything away. As he was about to leave, he stopped. Eyes locked on the cauldron. There was something about it.

I can't leave that there, he reasoned. It will go to waste. If Techno like it, I can't let it waste or burn. I should freeze it outside.

Phil took out a bowl and knelt in front of the fire place. He scoop up big, full ladels into his bowl. Could it be that the soup was really that much better with something as basic as salt?

Phil dipped his finger in the bowl and sucked the stew off of it. He was instantly transported to his childhood. His mind played out feelings of safety, of healing, of comfort, of rest.

He heard his family laughing, remembered learning how to fly, the first time he soared high, feeling the wind beneath his wings. He remembered when Wilbur was born, holding the tiny baby in his arms, filled with love. "I'll always protect you. I'll always be there for you." When he met Techno, when he built the bee farm, and so on.

Phil was moved to tears. He felt loved. He felt like someone loved him no matter his flaws, his mistakes. Phil cried.

It was not out of pain but rather emotion. He wiped away his tears and drank the rest of the stew in his bowl, but it only caused more tears to stream down his face.

Techno was right.

Outside, watching through the window was the one who made the soup what it was. It wasn't Phil's salt.

He stood on his hind legs, paws pressed against the wall of the house.

He had been listening to the two friends talk, had been watching protectively as the wind ruffled his thick white fur.

He was Technoblade's guardian.

Soon he would be called Steve.

2ble this is literally amazing hello????

[carnivalls]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well! You don’t have to answer but I was just wondering where your inspiration for Terra’s town came from or how you came up with those ideas? Struggling with writers block rn myself 🙃

hello, hoping the same for you! i’ve been sitting on this ask a while after tumblr ate my initial response, but i finally had the time to rewrite most of what i said that first time, so, without further ado:

i still remember coming up with tt, though i don’t know how much help that alone will be. i was on a car ride with family, and i was sitting in the back, staring out the window and listening to blood in the cut by k. flay. all of a sudden, i got the image of a cannibal, a girl that could raise the dead, and someone who really wasn’t supposed to be there traveling across a desert. when i got home, i started instantly making character intros, and thus egg, eve, and then-jekyll were born.

keep in mind, terras town is now almost five years old. it’s been through four plot reveals, eighteen actual plots, and one major character flip (from jekyll to lev). and im still fixing it up. so that initial spark of inspiration didn’t actually end up taking me very far - i had to consciously start pushing it in various directions, seeing what worked, what didn’t, etc. and even today the work’s not done.

however, past that initial point of ‘founding’ tt, and now that im a less close to that point in my life, i can definitely point out some of the media behind it: the umbrella academy, brooklyn 99 (only for those two or so highly specific episodes with a really friendly cannibal - sound familiar?), the library at mt char, night in the woods (for virgo and sonnyboy’s relationship & what would come to be some of lev’s general vibe), rebel of the sands. yeah, i was like 15.

(i only read the locked tomb this year, but i really wish i could put that as an inspiration too, because after reading it i remember thinking, this is exactly what i’m going for.)

my point is, tt was fundamentally a product of things id seen (years ago) and liked, as well as ideas i liked in principle but wished had better execution. that’s part of what i’d advise if you’re struggling to come up with something: read (or watch) something really good, or really bad. really good helps kick in my competitive drive, if not pure awe. really bad triggers i could fix you.

tt also was built on themes and tropes i wished other books did more (see the whole i could fix you) thing. a dead boyfriend rather than girlfriend as a character motivation. magic with actual setbacks. a boy desperately devoted to a girl instead of the other way around. feral women. the end of the world being the least of the characters’ problems. those were some of the initial ones at the time, and from then on i kept adding. so another tip i’d give would be to think of what you’d like to read, and, well. write it!

the last few tips deviate from tt a bit, but i think help anyway:

writing prompts. they’re there for a reason, and though they won’t do the writing for you, they can help plant a seed for an idea. if you have a character dynamic you want to do, but no world or stakes for it to live in? writing prompts can be your friend. they were for me and requiem.

likewise, characters. i tend to come up with my cast first, plot second. oftentimes, with the cast comes the plot. think up someone, think of (what i call) their deal. what’s their deal? what do they want? what are they like? who would they clash with the most? (there, now you have a second character). sometimes, ill do a thing where i find a picrew i like, and aimlessly start designing. with it, so too does my character unfold: ‘okay, she gets black hair, but - oh, maybe streaks of gray. from stress? yeah, maybe she’s in a leadership position. then how old is she?’ etc, etc. or listen to music! if you’re the type to design mental animatics with every song, this tip works like a charm for me - sometimes, ill get a flashes of a storyline alongside. or even look up baby names and try to see what vibes you get from your favorites. generally, i’m of the opinion that characters make a story, so they’re the things i give the most attention to before writing.

finally, not to sound a little more traditionalist: look around. go for a walk, notice things. let your mind run in the shower. ideas usually come when you don’t expect them, even if it’s all too tempting to take a crowbar to them and yank them out yourself. involve yourself in the real, and when you come back, throw yourself into the fictional (you probably know that age old tip: when you’re not writing, read).

good luck with your writing!

[rattyarts]

Huge-ask post (I am VERY funny)

Because I have so many questions that can be answered with just text, and I have mentioned my dislike of filling my art blog up with Words Words Words... let’s get them all done in one go!

(You guys can blacklist #rattytalks if you’re just here for the draws, btw)

A shit ton of asks under the cut!

Anonymous said: So for the center of the world, what with it being forcefully PG and all Bad Thoughts TM being prevented, how does having kids happen? Do parents just black out and wake up holding a child in their arms and vague memories of the last 9 months?

Ever seen a movie where they do that “and one day... a baby was born!” thing and a kid just appears offscreen with no explanation?

(This is how it works everywhere, Edgelands included; no one does the do or gets pregnant in this setting.)

Anonymous said: Hello! Quick question, and sorry if you’ve answered this before, but can other elves see the “intangible” bits of one another? Big fan of your work btw!

Nope! And thank you!

Anonymous said: Leopold was in my dream last night but I sadly cannot remember any of it.

I am SO sorry. I will try to keep my stinky murder men out of your head in the future.

Anonymous said: are the floaty bits stuck in one spot, or could the one they are attached to learn to move them around their body as long as its still within a certain distance? like, someone with the Floaty limbs, lets call him Ray, can move his limbs all over his body, allowing him to do all sorts of neat things that others with their attached limbs probably couldn't?

Whatever you want, honestly. As a general rule of thumb I don’t like putting down TOO many hard rules that prevent people from having fun with this setting. (Please ignore and scrap anything you think is stupid, I do this all the time and enjoy keeping this setting inconsistent and contradictory)

Anonymous said: Do elf names work off of Death Note rules, or is it like, if you know one elf’s name, all elves with that name are now unable to harm you? So if all the elf brothers are named Martin, for example, does it only work with blue?

I think it’s prolly just the one! Probably? Idk, might change if I think of something funnier.

Anonymous said: Can elves do magic on themselves or does thst go against the knowing name rule

Most people tend to know their own names, lol. So in my opinion, no, but don’t let me stop you if you got a fun idea.

Anonymous said: Could an Elf stitch on parts from another elf and have them work? i.e an Elf's finds the arm of another Elf. "Hey, free arm, might as well put it to good use", so they attach the arm and now they can give three high fives at once!

Same deal as previous questions, I personally would say no, but I also encourage people to do whatever the hell they want. It’s more fun that way!

Anonymous said: I bet elves are greasy to the touch.

They’re very powdery! Like if you rolled them in flour. And by flour I mean nasty glowing elf dandruff.

Anonymous said: Can elves fly or are their wings just for show?

No flying!!! (Unless you’re a mousefly)

Anonymous said: Something tells me that the elves would LOVE Obatzda.

Had to look that up, but definitely!

no1fan15: Not sure if someone asked already- Does Edgeworld have any equivalent to demons and angels? Like the old rubberhose cartoon kind?

Demons, yes! That’s what imps are: basically any demon, devil, or generic monster, but tiny! Even a couple of pop culture critters in there, there’s probably a very small gillman or robot monster running around there somewhere.

Angels, not so far. 

Anonymous said: How come Margaret hasn't yeeted George's jar into the Edge yet

I’d say being locked in a closet is good enough! (and also I need him for plot reasons, don’t tell anyone)

Anonymous said: If elves have knees bulges in the front then do they have butt bulges in the back?

i do not want to think about elf bulges

Anonymous said: So if you find a baby Therewoof and you say "aw you're so cute", their true name is So Cute?

Yep!

Anonymous said: Since a Therewoof's true name can be something like "cutie pie" or "dingus", does their name have to be spoken with "intent" for it to doggo-fy them? Or do they just have to live with the reality that any casual conversation/flirting can make them lose up to a month to Doggy Mode? My mom has little terrier dog named "Sweetie" so that got me thinking 'bout Therewoof names. & Anonymous said: here's a good question: If someone says a therewoof's true name, but not reffering to them, does it still affect them?

Just saying it will do! It’s based on those old werewolf stories where calling out the person’s name will change them back into a human/cure them, and a lot of the time it was by accident.

(My favorite is the one where they slam the door on the wolf’s tail and then say his name, and the dude ends up with a wolf tail for the rest of his life.)

Anonymous said: Would Seeing eye Therewoofs be a thing?

I... guess? Probably? Since regular dogs can turn into woofs, yeah. You might have to start paying em once they turn into a person tho. 

Anonymous said: Was ChalkZone ever an inspiration for you? Because I just love the silly world of ChalkZone and I noticed getting that same warm feeling when thinking about Edgeworld.

Maaaan, I wish. I’ve only seen about three episodes or so, but it seems really fun!

Anonymous said: So I saw your mimic post, and even though I don't think I've seen any other of your art before I was absolutely HAMMERED with an indescribable sense of slightly unsettling strangeness and comfortable familiarity. Your art feels like something from like, an old point and click computer game I would have had formative memories of before accidentally losing or scratching the disc therefore making me unsure if it ever REALLY existed. Sorry for being weird but I love the wacky nostalgia feel here

Aaaaaah, THANK YOU! That is SUCH a cool comparison and I appreciate!!!

Anonymous said: If the Edgeworld is based on cartoons then is there a Reverse Edge-world that’s based on anime?

Lol, I mean I DID have an anime phase for a while there, so...

caydebug: Man I’d love to see this as a cartoon some day

Honestly, same. Best you’re gonna get is the occasional animatic or gif, tho.

Anonymous said: Does anyone..."go" in Edgeworld? or is it like Pleasantville where bathrooms exist but there are no toilets in them because acknowledging it is yucky?

Oh god I keep getting asked this and have been avoiding it like the damn plague. But... Uh. No. No they do not. I am begging you all not to send any followup questions.

Anonymous said: Have you considered putting computer viruses or illnesses in with the buggymen? Since those are typically called ‘bugs’

Sure!

Anonymous said: are there any limits to what an Animimic could posess? i.e if they were in a costume of a Buggieman with multiple arms, could they control all of them? what about a small Mousefly costume? can multiple fit into one costume like a clown car? and what about in pitch black darkness, where you can only see the lights of their eyes and not their bodies? could one fit inside the pocket of a jacket you are wearing and help you steal things/wield a gun like a living turret?

Since clothing fills into the body type of the intended wearer, they would indeed be able to control all arms/legs in buggieman clothes.

Size restrictions is one of these things I wanna try to be vague about: I personally have been imagining them sticking to hiding in things no smaller than, um. Maybe imp sized, but really, whatever. It’s a cartoon eyeball critter!

You can put multiple animimics in one outfit!

They can move around just fine in darkness without being off screen, yeah!

And sure why not. lol

Anonymous said: I know you have been asked this once before, and you said nah you don't, but with a few more months of worldbuilding, do you have an idea for what could be down the edge now? 🤔

Not really! It’s not super important, honestly. I’d say any fan theory is about as valid as anything else I can come up with.

ps2polpo: I doubt you’ll ever elaborate on The Edge but I like to imagine there’s just one dude there like the Nowhere Man from the Yellow Submarine movie. Mostly cause the thought of someone accidentally winding up there being like “where am I?” And there’s just a guy casually waving at him like a friendly neighbor is funny to me & Anonymous said: The implication that the Edge is the physical manifestation of edginess so there’s probably like, Trevor Henderson monsters hanging out down there.

See above question! Valid! I also accept falling forever, getting erased from existence, ending up in another universe, getting stuck in limbo with thousands of other people, whatever you want, really!

Anonymous said: " he has very few bones and weighs basically nothing, " "Fastball special" trope, but with Leo?

YEET THE NASTY MAN

Anonymous said: did you ever watch dragon tales as a kid? because george and margaret make me think of murderous zak and wheezie from that show, and i love it to bits

I did not, but I would have loved it. Definitely up my alley!

(watched Quest for Camelot a loooot, though!)

Imma go ahead and stop here! There’s more but I’ve been writing for well over an hour and I have things to do. If your question is missing I’m either saving it for later, wasn’t entirely sure how to answer, or it’s spoilery.

Will probably do another one of these at some point!

[dante-digs-down]

Ive been mulling the feelings over a bit. And Ill do my best to communicate them coherently. So here's my reaction to Tommy's 3/1/2021 stream and to fandom things that have happened so far:

WARNING SPOILERS FOR DSMP AS OF 3/1/2021

So um yep. Tommy's dead right? I watched the ending a few times. Seems real. Looks real. Definitely doesnt feel real. I just..... i started crying because wow. This is really the end of it huh? I know this is far from over but wow. Its just fucking shocking.

After watching it I cried. Felt nothing for a bit. Cried some more. Watched some animatics about it (thank you lovely artists). Watched some of the other smp members' reactions to it. Read some reactions on tumblr about it. Cried some more. Why am i crying so much? Is this really it? I hope not. I know its stupid and it wont make me any happier but i want the writers to bring him back. Somehow. I dont think it would be wise though.

I couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about it. What it might mean for the future of the smp. Im happy for Cc!Tommy because i know he's going to focus more on YouTube and hes got college to deal with. But its so strangely bitter to think that c!Tommy is dead. Will he come back? Who knows. Its terrifying. The not knowing. Maybe thats why im so disraught over it. Ive been distanced from the dsmp for a while, a few steps behind all the streams so i always know what comes next to some extent. But now im cuaght up. Now im here.

Here where the road ends , im staring into a void until the next part is built. Has the story always felt like this? Or is it just how the strings tug at the empty bits in my head, in my chest?

I.... i worry that this means so much more than what is on the surface. Does this mean c!Tommy's story is ending? Logically i know it cant last forever. I didn't think it would end like this. Not like this. Never never like this. What does this mean for the smp? Will it lose popularity if Cc!Tommy leaves? Will Cc!Tommy lose viewers if he becomes less involved in the dsmp? There's so much to worry about to thibk about, its its overwhelming and and im still trying to process the fact that c!Tommy is dead. He's fucking dead! Hes gone and i dont know what's going to happen next.

And looking at the other members' stories and content. If Cc!Tommy does end up moving on, what will it mean for Cc!Tubbo and him? I dont know much about thier friendship, and with Cc!Ranboo entering the mix, everything is all that much more uncertain. I just dont know. I dont know and there's so much to think about and to analyze and the speculate about and its all so uncertain. Anything could happen! Anything! Where will it all go from here?

c!Tommy died alone, at the hands of his abuser. As an individual with pretty bad ptsd from my own abuser, im STILL processing the Exile arc and abuse c!Tommy went through. Recent events are not helping much. Its just seems so final and depressing and abrupt all at the same time.

I personally love the fluffy sbi family content we get on the dsmp. Im not a huge fan of how fandom interprets c!Philza as a terrible father figure, even though its probably more accurate to cannon than i would like to admit. I would honestly just like some comfort, but it might be wishful thinking at this point. In the fanfics ive read, many fans tend to either fall into sbi supporters or awesamdad and momma puffy side of things. I like both, but ive yet to see a fic where either side isn't pitted against the other. Why cant they all be good parental figures to c!tommy? Why does it have to be one or the other?

Well, thats everything ive been overthinking about since the stream yesterday. If anything in my rant caught your eye dont hesitate to reach out to me or open up about your own ideas. Im 100% sure im overthinking this too much but it feels better to write it all down rather than keep it in my head.