Based off that one fanfic that i can't really find but it's about how he stops himself everytime things got spicy ("he pulled his hand like he got a burn" or smth like that and it's been living in my head rent free ever since)
+DOODLES! BC MY ELECTRICITY MAY BE CUT AGAIN BUT THE BRAIN NEVER TURNS OFF
swapping between watching etho s7 and bdubs s5 is going to do permanent damage to my brain
nearly forgot! i'm trying to remember to turn on timelapse recording more often, so while it's just a sketch page, there's a timelapse of the first pic if you're interested ^-^
(flashing img warning, but no colors/palette testing so not as bad as usual? probably.)
once again i forget to start recording until i've already started but nevermind that
not super interesting given it's a sketch page but i know some of yall just think the process is neat :)
First renamed ship of the little series I’m gonna be doing :33! Our next one is gonna beeeeeee,,, BOOMKITTY!! Feel free to guess who that is!
(For a small bit of context on this series, me and a few friends renamed a bunch of the phighting ships to funny stuff! So I’m going to be drawing some of them until I get caught up in other stuff or loose motivation!)
random as hell pet peeve, but as much as people can do what they want in terms of the content that they create, i really don't understand hcs that frame c!dream as intentionally humiliating c!sam in Daedalus (making him eat the cake off the floor with his hands, putting him in a prisoner's uniform, going as far as using a collar and leash even).
And not to like, target specific artists or writers or hcs, bc I don't really remember the sources of these hcs in the first place, but like--it's just a bit strange to me, because so much of Daedalus was about intentionally setting himself apart from c!Sam by treating c!Sam as well, an equal in terms of the conversation? Obviously there's a physical power dynamic and that shouldn't be disregarded, but the situation gave c!Dream a chance to actually talk to c!Sam in a way that was blatantly impossible in the prison. c!Dream was also intentionally taking it a chance to well, prove several points to c!Sam--see giving him the steak even after c!Sam triggered him pissed him off, or the cake, or the clock, or the gapple. With the sole exception of the first day, where c!Dream was visibly unstable and projecting his ass off, he doesn't imitate the way c!Sam acts (as the allusions with the kibble/scraps, hiding the steak, threatening him w/ Quackity etc were clearly meant to be) as much as he's making a deliberate point of setting himself apart.
(Also, I think the idea of c!Dream bringing in the cake with a full set of cutlery and napkins is fun.)
The adhd urge to post every chapter immediately after writing it vs the autism urge to wait until the entire fanfic is finished and has pictures to go along with it before even mentioning it exists
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hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol
it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣
it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha)
gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣
not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol
I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both
snippet 1 | snippet 2
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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway.
There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.
“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”
“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.
“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script.
“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.
“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”
one time my mom told me that our young neighbors loved our persimmons so much that they decided to plant some trees of their own. so they planted four persimmon trees ☠️
bitches be like. i hate vegans so much that i’ve decided i like killing animals and its fine and i dont feel bad and animals dont have feelings and its fine and im cool subversive and different and edgy and like to post fucked up stuff to make vegans uncomfortable bc im just so cool