"Joel is obsessed with Etho" "Etho is obsessed with Joel" Yes, but- I wanna talk about Iskall. This man bought SIXTY-FOUR. A FULL. STACK. Of Joel stamps. And sent him not one, not two, not three, but four packages, with messages that all end with "x", aka "kisses", to Joel the same episode he got his mailbox. He also sent a ghast tear named "My tear of happiness" with a piece of paper that said "For you x"
Pearls reaction to it too:
Transcript:
Pearl: "(Sixteen) -diamonds? I think that's correct."
Iskall: (Overlapped) "That is correct."
Iskall: "Yup"
Pearl: "I believe so, unless I'm completely wrong."
Iskall: "Here you go!"
Pearl: "Oh my gosh, look at that! Ohh, beautiful sixteen diamonds!"
Iskall: "Yeah!"
Pearl: "Did you just-? Hang on, did you just buy six- Oh my gosh, Iskall!"
Iskall: "Okay, well I'm off!"
Pearl: "Not gonna say anything, you enjoy your newfound obsession!"
after spending many hours as the squishiest and most useless member of my party, i have finally settled on a decent build for chanterelle. i call it the Boys Build. it goes like this: chanterelle is able to summon up to fifteen Boys at any one time (regular zombies, mushroom zombies, dryads, etc). when there's a fight, chanterelle turns invisible, hides behind a rock, and sends in The Boys to do the dirty work. i have now won multiple fights using the Boys method without taking a single point of damage. it's not glamorous but it works
Binging TFP is so funny because oh, here's Skyquake who's so faithful to his master, oh, here's Breakdown who pushes Bulkhead out of the path of MECH's weapons, oh, here's Dreadwing who is So Honorable, and the Autobots PLEAD with them to change sides, to become Autobots . . .
BUT NO, they get Knock Out. The vainglorious, self-centered little shit who has no qualms, no loyalty, no morals, and certainly no medical ethics . . . Knock Out, who DOES NOT have a redemption arc or a change of heart or feel bad about a single thing he's done, who says out loud that he just wants to be on the winning team.
I love that. I love that all the noble, loyal Decepticons fucking die and only Knock Out wedges his way into Team Prime, fueled by spite at Starscream and a desire to live comfortably.
Siska had bought down all the blankets and pillows he could find. He wanted Cato to be able to build a proper nest, it had seemed important to the boy. So he put them all on the bed and went into the shower. Only stopping long enough to pull Cato into his arms on the way there, and give him a long kiss. He couldn't get those tones out of his head and Siska did a deep dive among his memories as he stood in the shower, cleaning off today's mishap.
He found it in a box he'd stashed away, labeled private, secret, dreams. The first time he told Dius he loved him.
Siska came out of the shower a few minutes later, got into the soft clothes Cato had put out for him. Face deep in thought, he padded on soft feet out to see what the boy had built.
......
Siska had more blankets and pillows than Cato would have thought and at some point, he promised himself, he'd go see what other neat things were in the attic. But not now. Now, he was busy arranging said pillows and blankets.
He fluffed the pillows to make them softer and made sure that only the softest blankets were near the center of the nest where they would lay. Cato purred to himself as he worked, making everything perfect and comfortable and just right. He'd never made a nest to share before, not in the same context. He'd made them with friends and family, little places to curl up and nap or just snuggle and talk.
This nest was different though. It was to show Siska that he loved him.
This is very likely the only one I'm gonna do I'M SORRY . Art block may be kicking my ass but I was legally required to draw a Rivvy or else my friend would die SO. Sketchy Rivulet be upon ye
You can also have this horrid thing from last month
i just found out about nimona's christmas special from 2013 and-
i don't think my heart can take it.
"this is why people hit you" pls 😭😭😭
ambrosius has been a dramatic bitch since day one, i love it. and bal is just like *sigh* he's an idiot but he's MY idiot. gotta save his ass, i guess.
he protecc, he atacc, but most importantly- he got his friend's bacc 😤
he's just a little guy *cries*
long story short, ballister gives ambrosius the christmas gift and acts oblivious, like a good friend he is.
having witnessed this, i love how their dynamic as adults seems like a very natural progression from what they had as kids. if you just ignore, well, the whole you're my archnemesis and we need to fight each other because of a terrible incident in our past we have never honestly adressed or explained. but yeah, they're just so very sweet and caring, truly a black cat and golden retriver energy at its finest.
based on this i would also guess ambrosius is younger than ballister, with the way he looks and with this childlike innocence and naivety. that, or he's just always been smaller than bal. either way, it makes me think how ambrosius is an easy target for bullies and how ballister feels responsible for him and his safety/happiness. i wonder if looking at the perfect, golden imagine adult ambrosius has created, ballister ever saw the scrawny little boy with a black eye who hid behind his back.
he probably did, huh.
the idea that they were raised together, grew up together, fallen in love at some point, spent their whole lives together, really, makes me go crazy. how both of them lost the only friend they ever had, a friend they were never allowed to fully love.
i made myself sad, but the point is the world needs more bal and amb-ro-zee-us as little boys. they're everything
“Huh. I wasn’t expecting you.”
The yokai lowered his eyes to find he was no longer alone. A figure sat at the table, spectral and not entirely whole. The outline was there, but it was as if it had been scoured haphazardly with an eraser until key features were left blurred. Yet even with the top half of his face missing, it was still recognizably Leonardo.
“Is that so.” Draxum arched an eyebrow. “Who were you expecting, then?”
“Thought I heard…” The boy’s head lolled as if it was too heavy to be supported by his neck. Though Draxum could not read his expression, he seemed to be looking at a plate next to him, marked by a folded orange napkin. “Hm.”
He patiently waited for Leonardo to continue, prodding only when a response no longer seemed forthcoming. “Yes?”
“...Dunno.” The slider made a confused noise and shrugged his shoulders, one hazy and one not. “What’re we talkin’ about?”
Many thanks to @heckitall for his lovely work on this piece. I commissioned him to draw a scene from the sixth chapter of my fic, don't pay my ransom, and he did an amazing job with it. Thanks so much for bringing this scene to life, Heck!
I'm inking traditionally again, and my friend lent me her copies of Hellboy. So the inevitable happened.
This is a study of Mike Mignola's art style and inking style (hellboy's pose is copied from comic cover art) and an attempt to apply what I learned from the study in the form of a turtle. I am having a great time :D