#Getting in Deep

[stomach-rental]

Louis is really going to have to start figuring out these extra feelings or Every test is going to be extremely awkward (⁠^u^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

A fantastic first commission for @cup-o-chai ! Will and Louis belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep.

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[vorefluff]

Stomach paintings!

Originally this was @stomach-rental 's interpretation of Louis, from @peachnewt 's story "Getting In Deep" / GID, in a stomach. Probably Will's. More specifically, in the pyloric antrum section of the stomach with the peristalsis circling around him a little bit!

Then I had some fun just playing around with the environment/lighting/colors, haha. So significantly less realistic.

Variations under the Readmore!

A variation where the walls glow, inspired by one of my characters from my own story "Breathe Life, Outrunning Our Doom" / BLOOD, Damien.

And a variation where the walls are a pastelish iridescent , inspired by @tummietown 's character Maddie! Louis is just kinda along for the ride, haha. I just got caught up in the silliness of fun colors and painting practice!

[peachnewt]

Hayman takes the new device out for a test drive. Will and Louis adjust to a new normal that's wall to wall patent data entry. And the new device has a name.

Ya'll, it took almost 9 years, but Spilling Guts is done!

Now I have to figure out what Will and Louis need to do next....

[bio-nerds-corner]

so its been forever, and i got on some new meds and remembered how to draw. so uh.

heres my most recent hyperfixation getting in deep ft my fucking around with trying to figure out how i draw people. and too many jokes about height. stay tuned for a bunch more, my brain feels like its turning inside out and i love this series so much i keep rereading it ^^

Getting in Deep and all of its characters belong to @peachnewt, go follow her and check it out if you haven't already :)

[rubeau-art]

Okay, ref completed, now I can actually work on the comm without taking psychic damage from decade+ year old art.

Louis & Will belong to @peachnewt

[maplesyrupandgt]

I have been somewhat keeping up with the prompts but I haven't been posting them here. Just straight to Ao3.

[the-house-of-oddities]

Greetings, I am actually pretty curious.

Under this post, I'd like to know your headcanons for any of my comfort characters, or any of yours. It can be unhinged or weird, just make sure to credit the og makers. I'll start with one of mine with a sample of some of the fandoms I enjoy.

I can see Will and Edgeworth having a friendship over Steel Samurai and they would be absolute nerds.

(note Getting in Deep belongs to @peachnewt)

[toetickler666]

Does anyone have any recommendations for series like PeachNewt's Getting In Deep?

I absolutely loved the first book but I unfortunately could not get into the sequels. If anyone has any recommendations for series similar to it I'd be absolutely ecstatic! :)

[the-sussy-imposter2]

GID fandom, you might find this funny.

So i was telling my sibling about will and louise, because theyve been stuck in my head ever since i started reading gid, and as im explaining to them theyre dynamic, my sibling goes silent..

They look at me with a heart broken gaze as i ask them whats wrong.

They tell me.. essentially.. "will and louise are judy hops and nick wilde."

And i lose my mind.

Because they arent even wrong, thats basically just theyre dynamic 😭

[stomach-rental]

Will, Louis, and their shared affections through Will's overactive stomach <3

Will and Louis belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep!

[whisperingphantasm]

@peachnewt me @ Will and Louis for about a decade now

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[vorefluff]

HI YES. I did this a While ago and then I Forgot to post it. BUT UM. I drew a pile of some of the main characters from GID! Red: Beni Orange: Reese Yellow: Louis Green: Will GID is a story written by @peachnewt (also tagging @stomach-rental because they asked to be tagged when I posted it!)

[peachnewt]

Midnight Snack - Gingerbread 4

Continuing the story of Louis and Will switching places in the pred/prey relationship, while in a fantasy setting.  Cause it's FREEZING outside! ^_^

Midnight Snack - Gingerbread

by peachnewt

Part 4

Louis assumed William James Rowe from Brex would show off his improved attire and then leave, same as everyone else, to do whatever was worth getting stuck in a blizzard for.

Louis assumed wrong. As he folded the soft rag to a clean side, the human peppered him with questions. Thankfully no one else was around to hear him reply in as few syllables as possible. As if too many words would cause an avalanche of attention.

How long had he been living in the Greyfells?  Five years.

Did he use his axe often? Not really. He broke down firewood with his hands.

 And the other use was... private.

How did you get your post to protect Wax Wake? I was assigned at random after the previous giant died.

By this time, Louis had moved on to the Southwest Tower, and yet William James Rowe from Can't-Stop-Asking-Questions kept up. The last time Louis had talked this much, he had just accepted the post for guarding Wax Wake and had to introduce himself to the city's council.

"How did the giant before you die?"

The pan of glass under Louis' rag creaked against the frame. "...old age."

It was probably true. The widowed oldster, nicknamed Candlesnuff, had been guarding Wax Wake for decades. When one gets up in years their minds go. That was the best theory as to why he would go so far into the Fells when he knew he shouldn't. Parts of the old giant had never been recovered for proper burial. 

"How old-"

"Is there a reason for your "small talk"," snapped Louis. "Or did someone put you up to a dare? I would think the townsfolk have learned better."

Will froze. "No one dared me. Is it so wrong to talk to my rescuer?"

Louis rolled his eyes and sighed. "Hn."

The giant used a small stick to press the rag into the corners of the glass panes. Soot rained down from the tower, making Will take a few steps back. He bent at the waist and stretched to un-crick his neck and noticed how long his shadow had become.

The bottom of the sun rested on the mountain crest, gilding the snow drifts in peach and pink. Dinnertime before the sun's warmth cut off completely. Louis could already smell meat sizzling, making his empty stomach pinch. What he wouldn't do for a grilled side of ox.

"Best get inside," muttered Louis. "Unless you want to test how resilient your new leathers are?"

"I suppose." Will's breath solidified in the cold air, drifting upwards. "Will you be back tomorrow?"

Louis frowned and held up his blackened rags. "I still have three more towers to do, so yeah."

"Okay, see you then!" Will grinned and waved as he jogged into the city, where lamplight and cook fires glowed like chips of gold.

"Strange small man," Louis muttered. "Doesn't have anything better to do?"

He set the rags in a basket hanging off the tower. He would receive fresh ones tomorrow along with more side-eyes and people silently accusing him of laziness because he hadn't come in earlier to clean the towers in the first place.

And, apparently, he would get more questions from William James Who-What-When-Where-Why-How Rowe from Brex.

As he trudged back to his cave, making a point to scuff the snow off the path for those with short legs, the idea of company on the morrow didn't sound so bad.

Then his stomach, that hadn't seen anything but Will leaving last night, grumbled its displeasure.

Damn it all. It would take an hour for him to cook dinner. Until then, he would starve. He should have eaten Will again. It would have stopped the questions and hunger pangs.

On the slopes above the Grey Fells, the rumbling loosened a tiny avalanche into the twisted trees, rustling the branches and releasing spores.

***

The caravan Will had arrived with dragged him to a large round building that acted as a marketplace and center of community and nightlife. Tiny golden lights, either from candles or bespelled strings, hung from the towering rafters, connecting each point of commerce that ringed the building.  Dozens of different smells drifted from booth to booth, of pine resin and honey, incense and fried bread. Food stalls offered a variety, from noodles in steaming broth, to flakey meat and veg pasties, and the guaranteed stew that consisted primarily of meats and the occasional vegetable.  

Conversation amongst the caravan drifted from subject to subject, and Will took the time to listen while he enjoyed his stew.

"There's a hot spring a few miles east of here. Might be a good place to sell the soaps."

"I think the sauna would be better."

"Anyone else hear that rumbling earlier?"

"Thought it was an avalanche?"

"I figured it was a wolf."

"Don't get many wolves up here according to the guards."

"Thank the gods for that. My cousin is a shepherd and gets enough trouble from wolves and coyotes."

After finishing dinner, Will wandered around for dessert and ended up talking to a local pastry chef, whose space looked more like an alchemist's lab than a bakery. Bright copper pipes and bowls sat amongst marble slabs and bottles full of various spices. A huge oven flanked by two smaller ovens filled the back of the kitchen. The front had a display case for confections and counter with seats, like a bar.

"There is a surplus of caribou and small game meat and furs being brought in and traded here," said the spindly man as he sparked the burner under a copper carafe. "From the southwest. Whoever is in charge of hunting over there needs to lay off. Local hunters don't want the market flooded. And people can actually get tired of steak." 

Will gestured to the display full of pastries, small cakes, and molded sugar figures on sticks. "Does that help your business at all?"

"No, because when traders pack their caravans with meat and furs, they leave less space for flour, sugar, spices, and eggs." The copper carafe glowed red as the confectioner's hair. Donning a pair of thick gloves, he poured the steaming black liquid from a height into a small cup and slid it over to Will with a flakey pastry with a filling made of finely ground peanuts and honey.

"Tada! The Reese special. Dip the pastry in the chocolate, and enjoy! And, because you're new," with a flourish, Reese handed over a thin, flat cookie with a drizzle of white icing. "The Pillar's signature cookie."

Will sniffed the cookie. It smelled of pine, and a little like a gingersnap. "Everyone new here gets a free cookie?"

"Call it a local gastronomical welcome, or rite of passage."

An eastern woman whose hood was lined in purple and pink embroidery and quilting, strode up to the counter and claimed a stool like she owned it."More like a hazing."  

"Benita," grumbled Reese.

Benita huffed and pulled offer her gloves. "Reese is trying to recreate an old cookie recipe. It has flour made from the inner bark of local trees. Unless it's mixed with enough spices and sugar it tastes like you're sucking on a roasted pine cone."

"It can't be that bad." With generosity, curiosity, and bravery, Will bit into the cookie. It snapped between his teeth, the gritty texture and sugar glaze giving way to...

"It's a work in progress," admitted Reese. "I've been adjusting the pine bark and sugar ratios."

"Mm."

"Keep it in your mouth for too long and your face will stay that way," warned Benita. She turned towards Reese. "Dinner?"

"Roast pine cone," sneered Reese as he handed over another cup of hot chocolate. Beni cradled it in her hands with glee. "Will, this is Benita Chang. Benita is in charge of maintaining sleds, and between fetching packages from beyond the Pillars, is the Reindeer race champion four years running."

"Mm mh." Will nodded in her direction.

"At this point you can spit it out, I won't be offended," said Reese.

Will swallowed the bitter mush and washed the taste down with a large sip of hot chocolate. "Waste not, want no," he gasped. 

"Atta boy!" cheered Benita.

Will took the ribbing in stride. His ego wasn't as important as learning from the locals. "Are there any rangers I can talk to about the lay of the land? Weather patterns and such?"

"Most keep to themselves." Beni held her  cup towards the center of the building. "But you'd have a chance with Ranger Megan Shiloh. She'll be wearing bright green. Have fun."

The center of the round building was a covered atrium with various tables surrounding a platform in the middle. A round stage for political forum, music, plays, or as the case was that night, for one of the local rangers to tell the kids caution tales about getting lost at night. And what to do to stay safe.

Will sat with the parents and listened, taking sips of chocolate and bites of pastry. He had a lot to learn.

***

While waiting for his soup to cook, Louis cut out four more squares of gingerbread. If he could get the walls to stay up, then the roof should be easy. Right? Four squares and the icing is the glue to keep them together.

By the time the soup was ready, Louis added another collapsed gingerbread house -shack- to his list of failures. He crumbled a wall between his teeth, and set aside another for breakfast the next day. Gingerbread was a poor consolation for the day he had.

When had it become so hard to talk to people?

"I'm too tired for this." And it's too late to learn.

Gingerbread - 1

Gingerbread - 2

Gingerbread - 3

Other Midnight Snacks

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I thank my friend @phantoms-domain/@the-house-of-oddities for getting my into the Getting in Deep series by @peachnewt, I’m on Man of the Inside right now