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i finally did it! in honor of set it off’s new acoustic version of wolf in sheep’s clothing, i finally finished my own cover. please enjoy!
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If you happen to not see an outline you want, make sure to send it to either @dickguzzler on Twitter or @somasean on Instagram.
(less detailed pictures are highly preferred. outlines may have no background or faces and look horrendous. holiday pictures are not guarenteed. fun comes separately.)
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Introducing: the Set It Off Coloring Book!
Have you ever seen a picture of them and wanted to design & color it your own way but couldn't since there weren't any outlines? Well fear no more, as the Set It Off Coloring Book is here!
With outlines ranging from their lovely girlfriends to pets and even memes, you're sure to spend hours having fun!
We can have any outline your mind could possibly imagine!
💀🎃 Halloween 🎃💀 outines? Check!
🎄🎁 Christmas 🎄🎁 outlines? Got em!
💝🌷 Valentine's 💝🌷 outlines? Possibly!
If you happen to not see an outline you want, make sure to send it to either @dickguzzler on Twitter or @somasean on Instagram.
(less detailed pictures are highly preferred. outlines may have no background or faces and look horrendous. holiday pictures are not guarenteed. fun comes separately.)
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Oh no Michael and Drew back
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“I do hear you,” Michael replies defensively, “you’re just being confusing.”
I set my jaw, closing my eyes for a moment. “Alright then...” I sigh. Slowly, I ask, “What aren’t you understanding?”
He throws his hands up, groaning. “All of it! It’s just so fucking hard to follow.”
“Look,” I say, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I get that it’s hard to understand. I was in your shoes a few years ago. But you’ve gotta give me the benefit of the doubt for any of this to make sense.”
He huffs, folding his arms. “Fine.”
I sigh. “Anything specific?”
“Shapeshifting.”
I groan. “So we’re going straight for the belly of the beast, huh?” Sighing, I explain, “for shapeshifting, magic hijacks nearby cells and cells in the body. To a certain exent, it can change these cells into anything that you need: horns, scales, height changes, etc. Anything taken away, basically what you had originally, gets stored near your heart. That’s part of the reason you can glitch and start to shift back if you get knocked around too much.”
He nods slowly. “Okay...I guess that makes sense,” He mumbles.
“You’re the energy source, or at least, you’re the one utilizing it. That’s why it’s so tiring to do. That, and having to store all your previous features takes away energy too, because you’re keeping the exact instructions on how to reconstruct whatever you changed,” I continue. “That’s also why it has limits; if you change too much, it’s harder to change back. There’s more room for errors and you may never return back to normal. Plus, there’s only so much these cells can do.”
“So what about glitching?” He asks. “And how do you even get the damn energy in the first place? Or utilize it or whatever.”
I grimace. “Glitching is that energy attempting to be released and therefore being released incorrectly,” I say. “It lets out the energy in spurts and the cells short circuit, in a way. Some forget what they’re exactly supposed to change and change the wrong thing. Like if you have blue eyes and you glitch, you may have patches of blue skin, blue hair, blue lips, etc. Sometimes they forget to change back but the energy still gets fucked with, so you may sprout some things you didn’t have previously. Sometimes, though, they lose instructions entirely. So you lose chunks-“
“The fuck do you mean, lose chunks?”
I sigh. “Exactly what you think it means,” I reply. “Usually it’s only literal chunks but in a worst-case scenario you can lose entire limbs. Typically the head isn’t what’s lost but it’s possible for-“
“Did you just say there’s a chance you’ll literally lose your head?”
“Yes, but you didn’t let me finish. It’s possible for it to get lost but it normally reappears soon after.” I chew on my lip. “Though, you might not like the result that comes back.”
Michael shudders. “Didn’t you say it’s painful?” He asks.
I nod, grimacing again. “Because you’re losing the energy again and attempting to return to normal, it also fucks up the nerves,” I explain. “So certain things may not move correctly, at all, or under your conscious control. But the one thing that does return to normal? Pain receptors. Things that aren’t supposed to be there that are? Typically feels like either a body part is being stretched and is near ripping off, or it feels like something is stabbing into that body part. Like with horns, it either feels like your forehead is being stretched further than it’s meant to go, or you get nasty migraines. Especially if it’s only one horn.”
“So is losing parts like-“
“Like losing a real part for other reasons?” I finish. He nods. I wince. “I mean, I wouldn’t know, but I’d take a wild guess and say yes. There’s a very high chance you’ll go into shock and it’s one of the most horrible pains you can feel, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He pales. “Does that...does that happen when you’re first learning?” He asks in a small voice.
I shrug. “A tiny bit, yeah, but since you don’t have a lot of control over the energy, typically you can’t do any large transformations like that. You can’t change as much, so glitching isn’t nearly as bad. Well...except you also have a harder time fixing it.”
“How the hell —why the hell— do you utilize that energy anyway?”
“You know that’s what’s funny,” I reply. “They don’t actually tell you. Makes it even more of a bitch to learn. You almost have to be shown rather than have it explained to you.”
“Is that just a fancy way of saying you don’t know?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t even know how to process this,” He admits. “It’s just so...”
“Weird? Illogical?”
“Something like that.”
“So magic is like… Air? It’s everywhere?”
“No! Jeez, it’s like you don’t hear me when I talk!”
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Alright I’ll bite (for reference: Drew Proulx is a shapeshifter and witch)
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“Listen, if you don’t shut up I will do it for you. And you won’t like it.”
Michael rolls his eyes. “You always say that,” He replies, “but you have yet to actually do it.”
I huff, raising an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
“Depends. I’d call it ‘calling your bluff’ but if that’s a challenge to you then by all means.”
I stare at him for a long moment. He maintains eye contact calmly. Finally, I roll my eyes, returning back to fishing through my backpack for my lighter. Michael snorts.
Once I find the damn lighter, I glance back at Michael. Despite me not following through, it managed to shut him up for a while. He’s just reading on his phone quietly. I shake my head. Bastard’s lucky I care about him; otherwise I’d’ve beat his ass a long time ago. Then again, guess I can’t complain much. Can’t act like I’m not a little shit too.
As I’m tossing my backpack back on the hotel bed, I realize I spoke too soon. Noticing the noise, Michael resumes talking without skipping a beat. I try to ignore him. It’s been years since I’ve spent longer than a week with him and now I’m wondering how the hell i ever managed to pull that off.
Finally, I set my jaw. I straighten my posture, rolling my shoulders. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Then I whirl around, shifting. Michael momentarily stops, jumping. It takes him a few seconds to recover. He looks me over carefully before folding his arms.
“What are you, a gargoyle?”
I roll my eyes, shifting back. “Something like that,” I grumble. Michael chuckles.
“Is that all your threat was?” He asks, narrowing his eyes. “Well that was anti-climactic.”
I glare at him. “Well what do you want me to do?” Before he even answers, I groan and add, “Do not say what I think you’re going to or I will throw you through that wall.”
He giggles. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I raise an eyebrow, earning more giggles.
Truth is, I don’t wanna hurt the guy. But... if this man doesn’t shut up soon I may actually lose my marbles. If I haven’t lost them already.
After about the seventh time, I finally snap. I “zip” his lips shut. More precisely, I use the motion to aid a spell, effectively stitching his mouth shut. Won’t hurt him, even if he struggles. His eyes widen.
He starts smacking my arm to get my attention. Smirking, I wander off to another part of the room. He continues to pursue me. The longer I put it off, the more panicked and agitated he gets. I wait until it progresses to him chasing me before I do anything.
I reverse the spell, only to replace it with temporary paralysis. I give him the benefit of the doubt and allow him to move his head, including facial features. He yelps. Before he falls, i lightly push him the other way so he lands on his back. He glares at me, cursing.
“No fucking fair, you’re a fucking witch. I can’t even do a card trick,” He whines. I snicker.
“I can do much worse than that.”
Rolling his eyes, he grumbles, “Doesn’t mean you should.”
I crouch next to him, moving his chin so he’s actually facing me. “You never learn, do you?” I sigh. He smiles dryly.
“If i did I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
Rolling my eyes, I grin. I reverse the spell, standing up again. “I was being serious though,” I warn. “You’re really starting to get on my nerves, Chaplain.”
“Pretty positive that’s my duty, Proulx.”
“Listen, if you don’t shut up I will do it for you. And you won’t like it.”
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super bad image but this happened tonight and i lost it
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i don't like thinking about that: cody edition
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