#I name one of my ken's Eric for fuck sake
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Geneuary prompt Mermaid / Magical
People I can not tell you how happy I am with how this one turned out >w<
I'll be honest... I forget today was prompt day XD I didn't find out until I saw @golden--doodler post (beutiful drawing by the way)
And talking about golden doodler thanks her for this one cause I was actually not gonna post anything for mermaid XD for real I decided to let 2 prompt out for different reasons and this was one of them.
I didn't know what I wanted to draw on this one, magical was too general for my brain and mermaid was the one that caught my attention the most. But didn't know what I wanted to do with it.
But then golden made me think in the Little Mermaid, and Gene and Rudy been Little Mermaid fans, and they bonding over the Little Mermaid, and this practically drew by itself... and I had to add a jelous Louise, cause I have to.
Gene is always stealing his mans, first Bob and now Rudy XD (Spaghetti Western and Meatballs reference) (of of my fav episodes)
So yeah.
Did I color it this way cause I had short time? Actually no, which made me very proud.
I really envisioned like this, since I made that Jimmy Jr x Zeke piece (you youngsters say Jimmy Jr/Zeke) I wanted to do something similar... if you dont know about what drawing am I talking about thats alright is a little old 😅
But yeah, really like this one, could be my actual fav, if I do say so myself (see I do one nice thing and it goes straight to my head 🙄)
Oh and the text is in spanish cause this is from my childhood memories and as a child if I heard the smallest word in english I would burst into tears... I was englishfobic as a child. The irony.
#bob's burgers#bobs burgers#my art#geneuary2024#I swear to the gods#i didnt came out with this headcanon#I know I read Rudy been fan of the Little Mermaid cause of Pancakes in another post#I just didn't save it#T^T#but maybe the Gene part was actually on me#when I was 10 the Little Mermaid was my fav disney movie#my fav princess#I can not start telling you how obsess I was about mermaids#I name one of my ken's Eric for fuck sake#and this have become too much sharing#sorry#but yeah... im kinda proud of this one#and IS GENIE'S MONTH#but I actually had so much fan adding Louise to this piece 😅#Louise can be really jelousy over Rudy#she heard Rudy and Gene are having a sleepover to see the Little Mermaid#and she coincidentally doesn't have anything better to do then hang out in the living room with them#by the way I DO NOT SHIP RUDY X GENE#they're brothers#I actually love Gene being an older sibling figure for Rudy only child dinamic#My girl is just living too hard her fantasy#I can relate#I didn't mean to turned out romantic and I hope is really just me overthinking it#do I talk too much?#don't answer that
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She won’t wake up
This is actually a poem/thing I scribbled down last night in bed - which - I was going to write a one-shot on, but decided to change it up in the most weirdest way possible. It’s either your thing or not. :)
I’ve used Eric as the focus, but it could literally be anyone. There is no real connection to the Divergent series bar a few names.
Edited for warnings: M - consistent swearing throughout.
This all starts with him. Every day is the same.
He complained that his relationship was no good for his brain.
It was the gin in his hand and the words of a man and he lost his temper that violated all his original plans.
She deserved it the bitch! But her body didn’t twitch, and suddenly reality moved in a glitch.
“Eric,” the Doc said, his eyes shone blame. But he wouldn’t accuse it for the sake of his name.
~~~~~
“She hasn’t woke up.”
Now everything's fucked.
He flips at the thought and has to be,
...shot.
But not by a gun, a shot by a needle, the venom flowing through him like the loss of a riddle.
The days past fast and he never gets to see the bottom of his glass. Max can take his job and, quite frankly, shove it up his ass.
Maybe he was to blame. He pushed her away. But they were two but one of the same.
He visited her daily. Oh, how he loved his Hayley.
He couldn’t believe it had been three months already.
~~~~~
“She won’t wake up.”
Still everything’s fucked.
He sits at her bedside and feels like a cock.
Because, you see, it had been too long, he’d done her wrong, and he couldn’t quite pinpoint at what time he’d decided to actually move on.
But her name is Shelley. She was easy, you see. She jumped on his dick in one round or three.
His grip grows tighter. Hayley’s hands feel cold. But the fact that this happened is spawning like mould…
It burns, it tethers, it saturates his soul. This was the woman he’d chosen once to grow old - with - hate in his eyes he finally decides, it’s time to say goodbye to Hayley’s mate Joel.
~~~~~
Bang! Bang! Bang! Not one but three.
His dick, his heart, then his eye, so he could see.
“You fucked my wife!”
The release was heaven and he took a few days, and after the comedown...he swapped Shelley for Helen.
~~~~~
“She won’t wake up.”
Everything’s fucked.
The doc said his wife was permanently stuck and he should sign the forms than wishing his luck.
Grab a beer, see a friend, and speak to a
...therapist.
“Bitch! Do you know what my name is?!”
“Eric.” It’s a woman, he can’t figure it out. He hit the whiskey so he could drain Hayley out.
The thought strikes him that moment, had he really been unfaithful? Because apparently his wife was now nicknamed a,
...vegetable.
~~~~~
“She won’t wake up.”
Now his eyes sting like fuck.
He grips at the pen while his heart bleeds in shock.
There is his name, written in plain. When the machine stops bleeping she has to make her own way.
D...N...R…
“Are you gonna buy me a drink?” says some lanky haired bint. But he doesn’t give a shit if it solidifies him a midnight stint.
It could be his fifth round or ten but as he looks over he’s still not as drunk as Ken.
His wife is still alive and strife on his signed knife. - The knife being his name. The same name he held and it basked in blame.
“She don’t wake up.”
~~~~~
Everything’s fucked.
Shelley arrived saying that she was up the duff.
He boots her out with an apology. He dreamt of kids once with somebody who had a little more,
...consistency.
“Your wife is not dead.” That is what the Doctor had said. “She breathes on her own, but still needs meds.”
She can’t eat you see, nor piss, nor clean. It was devastating to see after once he’d called her his queen.
~~~~~
“WHY WON’T YOU DIE?!”
He couldn’t form words to neither you, nor I.
He pulled at the wires and tried to remove her, something was better than facing the fact that he was losing her - and his,
...mind.
~~~~~
“She will never wake up.”
Now he sits in the club with the music that’s pulsing and the heat,
...unbearable.
With his marriage vows broken and position available. Her death was still untrue but time invaluable.
He tried to replace her, catered for the pregnant disclaimer.
He took off his ring and discovered more blame in her.
“You cheating bitch,” he’d spit or hiss. But it was the same as he’d done, if he were being honest.
They were both to blame - it took a while to claim - and now things were never going to be the same.
He nods at Shelley and her rounded belly. But oh god, how he still missed his other baby.
~~~~~
He’s moved in with his mistress but they don’t share any ‘business’
It’s as dull as it was when he celebrated with Hayley and her parents as Christmas…
But at least she was all woman, and this one was not. He would take Hayley with bad hair and riddled bad skin and bad spots.
And he thinks Shelley knows he,
...might.
~~~~~
“Get out of my sight!”
He needed no friends.
Eric’s sins were obvious and life in no mends.
He kept himself alone, waiting to go home, and sat with his fake girl because that was his role.
Days past fast and there is no doctor? No call? And it makes him wonder. It was strange for the fools.
There was no news. But he was a tool because it was the one day that he had,
...forgot.
“Knock!”
Goes the door and Eric shoots up, his pulse racing and palms sweaty and hot.
“Mr. Coulter.” It’s the Doc.
He breathes, “What the fuck?”
“I’m happy to say that your wife’s woke up.”
Instead of his usual, his face begins to crumble, he laughs in his palm and doesn't care if it’s not amiable.
“My wife’s woke up?” And with a nod they part.
He laughs more than before because everything was,
...fucked.
She woke up.
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