what are we getting for dinner? Hello kitty soda of course!
UH OH
somebody put a bong in our hot topic hello kitty soda
black out
wake up in a club
we’re surrounded by SCENE KIDS. ENERGETIC SCENE KIDS. You know what that means SCENE MOSH PIT
The stench draws in a toxic alt gatekeeper. What do we do? WE’RE GONNA ARGUE. Scene fight. Scene handed. Scene. NAKED??? OH YES PLEASE
we befriend the toxic alt gatekeeper after they opened up to us about their fear of being replaced. we ride it into a invader zim convention. RICHARD. STEVEN. HORVITZ.
SCENE REVOLUTION? OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT? UHH, I THINK SO!
next thing you know, i’m reincarnated as 6arelyhuman. Then I turn into a bungee cord and springle into the sun. Black out again, wake up, eat some tidepods, WHITE OUT which i didn’t know you could do. Then smoked a joint. GREENED OUT. then turns INTO THE SUN
uh oh! looks like the monster is kicking in. OHOWJWOWOQOALANS DNAKMS
HOT take but I am rotating a 27-year-old Mary in my mind, who isn't really fit for motherhood and doesn't stick around- but who blows through the bunker every once in a while with a group of rowdy young hunters and shitty gas station souvenirs, cleans her gun at the kitchen table, calls dean "baby", and leaves
Hey guys so I watched ManlyBadassHero play an indie horror gay called Beary The Hatchet. Might be a little fixated on this one. (The second I started getting into it I started drawing this for several hours straight and now my hand hurts like hell.
Genuinely in love with kirvia’s use of color theory
Mister Etho Slab, Preferably from the Hermits Hollow AU bc i don't know if we saw him in it yet, but i would love to see him in it as your local EthoGirl
A gas station sits sandwiched between spindly pines and an outstretched road. Its lights flicker a fluorescent off-white glare, illuminating the sole occupant inside the store: a bored looking cashier who alternates between flicking through his phone and reading a magazine. He waves when you enter, but otherwise pays no mind other than looking up every so often to make sure you’re not shoplifting. You get the sense that, even if you were, he’d shrug and keep reading anyways.
It only hits you, when you’re elbow deep in the coolers reaching for a drink, why the place feels so…off. It’s not that it’s midnight and you’re the only customer here. It’s not the constant droning buzz of fluorescent lights. It’s that you don’t remember how you got here, or why, or where you’re going after. You’re stuck in a transitional point, a liminal station being neither here nor there, existing only in the confines of where you were before and where you will be soon. Wherever that may be.
“You shouldn’t think about it too much,” the cashier says, unprompted. “Places like these aren’t meant to be thought about.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him speak. In fact, it’s the first time anyone’s said anything at all since you first entered.
You decide it’s for the best to just pay for your drink and leave.
also in terms of the bolas playlist it's fascinating to me that the songs added by each person have a slight tendency to represent a consistent aspect of bolas
like
the songs added by slime are their chaos
the songs added by philza are their rebellion
the songs added by cellbit are their rage
the songs added by baghera are their anguish
it's so fucking FASCINATING TO ME but i don't know enough music theory to elaborate lmfao this is Vibes Only
(mouse's songs i can't boil down to an easy noun which is why they aren't mentioned lmao anyway they go hard asf)
(also i went on the longest fucking unhinged elaboration in the tags lmfao i almost didn't have enough tags left to tag "long tags" at the end
(i could have even gone on longer in terms of where their characters were at entering purgatory [philza: cage for a cage; cellbit: fed worker murders; baghera: her past as a federation experiment; slime: turning into a code because of the code pretending to be his daughter] but i ran out of space and also time it's 4AM AAAAA)