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[egginfroggin]

Happy New Year, here's an unpolished comic about a 12-year-old having a breakdown over space peanuts with his great-aunt

Ford, sweetie, I love you, but your glasses (and that sixth finger) are going to be the death of me

Mabel, you're fine, except for your boots, why did I give you fuzzy boots, fuzz is hard

Transcription below; please let me know if I should put it under a cut, and thank you for reading! Happy New Year ^^

Mabel: "Here, try these." "You've been missing Earth foods, right?"

Ford: "?" "What are they?"

Mabel: "Nuts! They taste just like peanuts."

Mabel: "Well, almost. They're a bit sweeter, like they're candied!" "They keep pretty well, too!" "We could get a bunch to go..." "...?"

Mabel: "Hey, what's wrong, Pine Nut? Are those ones bad?"

Ford: "..." "... No, it's not that..." "Lee always liked toffee peanuts... these taste just like them."

Ford: "... Lee would love these."

Mabel: "..." "Well, then, we'll have to pick up some more before we get you home, then, won't we?"

Ford: "... Yeah..."

(program: Krita; time taken: about 8 hours 30 minutes)

[greenbergsays]

I need you to know that I have followed you for years, and seeing you get into 911 has been great, because I'm not into it, but my bestie is, so now I get to send her links to your fics! She's currently loving the maladaptive daydreaming one, which she actually found before I even got the chance to tell her about it!

The mark of true friendship is seeing something that you absolutely don't care about but you know your friend does, so you bestow it upon them like a cat dropping a dead animal at your feet XD

I'm also very flattered that you'd rec my fic without vetting it first, that's so kind of you <3 I hope she enjoyed the whole thing! ^__^

[da-owo]

YOUR ART. IM OBSESSED WITH IT. ITS SO GOOD IM EATING IT LIKE A 7 COURSE MEAL

AAAAAh thank you !! i'm glad your enjoying my work tbh im just happy to be drawing haha

[jusst-you-race]

JUST READ THE NEW CCC UPDATE! LOVE IT! it's progressing so nicely and everyone (hopefully I think) is getting their shit together. I especially loved it cause I'm always a sucker for strollonso and the lesbian cats just made me laugh 🫶🫶🫶. This fic is really getting me into the Christmas spirit and I love it. *chefs kiss*. I hope you have/had an awesome day! Remember to have fun and enjoy yourself!

- 🌜💐

OH hello!!! thank you!!!!!!! thank god these idiots are finally making progress but uhhh… do not put that much faith into them….

yay Christmas spirit!!! I’m starting it early lmao maybe I could have planned out my timeline better but oh well early holidays for everyone instead

I hope you have a lovely day too angel!!!!!!

[wifeglor]

21 for BIG MELKOR if there’s anything we are yet to know…

love you for this one for real. OK, since you said you meant the DVD commentary question, here are some additional thoughts (bite thy wings and let thee crawl, Melkor/Maglor)

First, I really just want to share all the passages from Lay of Leithian that I'd copied into my notes doc (beyond the bit I included and took the title from), because. Big Melkor canon...

Then Morgoth came. For the last time     in those great wars he dared to climb      from subterranean throne profound,      the rumour of his feet a sound      of rumbling earthquake underground.     (25) Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned      he issued forth; his mighty shield      a vast unblazoned sable field      with shadow like a thundercloud;      and o'er the gleaming king it bowed

and

Heard ye not then of that pretty fay, of Lúthien? Her body is fair, very light and fair. (210) Morgoth would possess her in his lair. Boldog he sent, but Boldog was slain: strange ye were not in Bolgod's train.

Fierce is your chief, his frown is grim. Little Lúthien… what troubles him? (215) Why laughs he not to think of his lord crushing a maiden in his hoard, that foul should be what once was clean, that dark should be where light has been?

Whom do ye serve, Light or Mirk? (220) Who is the maker of mightiest work? Who is the king of earthly kings, the greatest giver of gold and rings? Who is the master of the wide earth? Who despoiled them of their mirth, (225) the vain Valar? Repeat your vows, Orcs of Bauglir! Do not bend your brows. Death to light, to law, to love; cursed be moon and stars above; may darkness everlasting old (230) that waits outside in surges cold drown Manwë, Varda and the sun; may all is hatred be begun and all in evil ended be in the moaning of the endless Sea!' (235)

and

Into the vast and echoing gloom more dread than many-tunnelled tomb in labyrinthine pyramid where everlasting death is hid, down awful corridors that wind (5) down to a menace dark enshrined; down to the mountain's roots profound, devoured, tormented, bored and ground by seething vermin spawned of stone; down to the depths they went alone. (10)

and

Slow-wheeling o'er his iron crown, reluctantly, shivering and small, (95) Beren there saw the shadow fall, and droop before the hideous throne, a weak and trembling thing, alone. And as thereon great Morgoth bent his darkling gaze, he shuddering went, (100) belly to earth, the cold sweat dank upon his fell, and crawling shrank beneath the darkness of that seat, beneath the shadow of those feet.

and

Yet welcome, welcome to my hall! I have a use for every thrall.

and

A pretty toy for idle hour. In slothful gardens many a flower (190) like thee the amorous gods are used honey-sweet to kiss, and cast then bruised, their fragrance loosing, under feet. But here we seldom find such sweet amid our labours long and hard, (195) from godlike idleness debarred. And who would not taste the honey-sweet lying to lips, or crush with feet the soft cool tissue of pale flowers, easing like gods the dragging hours?

and

Then flaring suddenly they fell, down, down upon the floors of hell. The dark and mighty head was bowed; (275) like mountain-top beneath a cloud the shoulders foundered, the vast form crashed, as in overwhelming storm huge cliffs in ruin slide and fall; and prone lay Morgoth in his hall. (280) His crown there rolled upon the ground, a wheel of thunder; then all sound died, and a silence grew as deep as were the heart of Earth asleep.

Like did I even have to write this fic?? Tolkien wrote it first...

This is most of what I have to say that I haven't said before, aside from that I love to see people in the tags of @aquaregiaart's beautiful art losing their minds in the exact same way I did when I first saw an earlier version of it and felt possessed by a demon with the urge to tell some more of that story!! 😌

One other thing on my mind when writing beyond horny was Melkor's voice, I guess. I really wanted his lines to "sound" resonant as though they came from a position of power, and "read aloud" well, and I tried to pay attention to that when I was editing, taking out some of the hedging and other words I had in there as options at first (at least one "I think" got cut at that stage... Just picture me like staring at 2 very similar options like it's the dress meme, muttering to myself "Would Melkor say this? I don't fucking know..."). I haven't spend a ton of time thinking of Melkor as a character (I've only written him a little bit before, in the backdrop of Finrod/Sauron AU) and I really wanted him to come across as scary and brutal/unflinching but also keep some sort of undertone suggesting that At One Point, he was or could be a seducer figure as well. Also, revisiting these Lay of Leithian portions with him was inspiring in terms of writing & keeping in some of his dialogue in the fic, because he DOES have a villainous glee in Lay of Leithian, a bitter, proud sort of "positioning" against the Valar, and he likes to hear himself talk. After reading that, I felt a lot more empowered to write him talking some more!! Thank you so much for your Big Melkor support all through working on this, it makes my heart grow to Big Melkor sizes ❤️❤️❤️

[paranormal-taters]

And I missed the "which mutual am I" thing earlier, so doing that now to say you are the "excited about Thing and sharing Thing and makes it a point to remember to tag friends in posts about Thing mutual," and the "has Correct Opinions about Lockwood & Co and ringleader of the Lucy Carlyle defense squad" mutual and the "oh my gosh she also likes Endeavour???" mutual and the warm and insightful writing mutual!

:D you're too sweet oh my goodness, this made my day. one day we really need to sit down over the internet and a cup of tea and talk about Endeavour for the entire day. And Lockwood & Co. and our fics XD

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[tempo-takoyaki]

Listen, I love the "XL helps HC to see how beautiful he is" scenario as much as the next person... But I also see it like this.

[justletmescrolll]

$90 CAD gale dress up game

[valentinoappreciator]

AAAAAAAAAA OMG THE LITTLE FICLET WAS SO GOOD!!! :(( ♡♡♡ oh, to be able to do coke with val...

amazing n perfect job as always!! <3 the way you write val feels so spot on, too!! also the valentino brainrot is so so so real, and i am going through it-

- 🫀

godddd, I know right 😭😭😭 also, thank you so much!!!! I'm happy you think I write Val so well, although idk what that says about me lmaooo

yeeess, share the valentino brainrot with meeee pls 🥺

[bogcreacher]

hey man love your comics! sorry people don’t treat you like a person

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. April will bring blessings.

ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

[cwispihae]

Had to take a swing at this insane Usopp fit GOOD LORD

[thatcerealkiller]

“My blood thirsty friend.”

🔥 commission by poof on twitter 🔥

[auburniivenus]

"The greater the light the greater the void it exists within."

YOU'RE   A   MURDERER   IN   EVERY   TOWN.   Upon   the   cobblestone   path   of   Baldur’s   Gate,   Lower   City   sprawled   before   her,   where   cloth-draped   merchants   whispered   bargains   under   their   very   breathing   tapestries.   Shadows   emerged   like   malleable   tendrils   around   her   as   day   faded   expeditiously,   bowing   to   the   encroaching   darkness   that   now   claimed   dominion   o’er   the   city   panorama.   A   peculiar   sensation   stirred   within   her   crux,   ushering   forth   a   presence   unbeknownst   even   to   her   vigilant   heart.

As   if   time   itself   had   inhaled   in   the   atmospheric   noise   of   hushed   conversations,   horses’   hooves   braced   against   stone,   and   all   else   that   stirred   life   within   the   serpentine   city   streets.   Unsuspecting,   she   was   approached   by   an   obscure   individual   disguised   in   peculiar   semblance   ───   a   mysterious   individual   bearing   a   weight   far   too   vast   and   ethereal   to   be   confined   within   mortal   flesh.   Indeed,   there   stood   the   essence   of PRIMORDIAL   nights.

Despite   her   inner   tumult   boiling   in   her   veins,   decorum   prevailed   o’er   impulsive   doubt   or   spontaneous   fear;   for   no   hostility   laced   those   entwined,   somber   notes   in   the   foreign   song   of   air   that   soared   around   them.   Hematophagous   of   ancient   lineage   dwelling   ‘neath   SANGUINE   moons   suspended   o’er   torpor-laden   landscapes.   Quenched   would   his   scarcity-ridden   appetite   be   upon   the   vital   fluid   coursing   through   innocuous   creatures,   ENSLAVING   them   forever   to   realms   immaterial.

As   chameleons   among   men   and   women   of   mortality’s   embrace,   vampires’   expertise   in   veiling   their   true   essence   was   artistry   surpassing   itself   ───   melded   layers   of   ivory   cutaneous   tissue   concealing   hellish   souls   like   petals   enfolding   a   bud   e’er   ripe.   Impersonating   the   elements   that   fragile   humanity   held   dear   ───   carefree   laughter   echoing   through   moonlit   corridors   or   ostensibly   beating   hearts   circulating   stolen   vitality   ───   they   were   concealed   masterfully.   Unsettled   but   sensing   no   hostility   lurking   behind   those   hypnotic   crimson   hues,   she   clung   to   civility’s   cloak.   “In   the   deepest   void,   the   smallest   flicker   of   light   becomes   a   radiant   beacon.”   She   countered   in   a   tranquil   manner.   “It's   a   vicious   cycle,   isn't   it?   Light   and   darkness   are   always   attempting   to   vanquish   each   other.” @szarr

ANGELS   NEVER   DIE.

[xcchoco]

antes de que te vayas dame un besooo

sabes que soñaré con tu regresooooo