#code pet

[codingcorgi]

Hey guys! If you have JetBrains IDEs you can have a pet like VScode!

[pangur-and-grim]

introducing the SICKO's SALE!

for the last three weeks, all three of my cats have been fighting a URI which has gradually gotten worse. Pangur and Belphie have managed to get by with one vet visit each, and are improving with medication, but Grim has pre-existing asthma, and so she has done........less well, with multiple vet trips, including one midnight drive to the emergency clinic. altogether, this has added up to roughly $2.5k (receipts beneath the cut).

WHICH MEANS, everything at greerstothers.shop is 25% off with the discount code 'sickos'!

I have risograph prints, vinyl stickers, enamel pins, hand-bound zines, and more, so please take a look. I'm sure something will catch your eye!

the only receipts I couldn't find are the Pangur vet visit in Guelph, and one of the recent Grim visits (it was a paper receipt which has.......walked away and hidden somewhere).

[beautysnake]

MASSIVE MONSTER LET ME PET THE CAT PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAS

[lesbworth]

[dollettesarchive]

my pussy tastes like pepsi cola

my eyes are wide like cherry pies

i gots a taste for men who are older

it's always been so it's no surprise

౨ৎ‧₊˚ i'm going to direct a movie that is so delusional, nymphet, pretty little liars, jeremy irons, tumblr teacher crush

[strawberriexmoon]

Who remembers Tamagotchi’s?

[buggachat]

yes the peacock miraculous obviously needs to be felix's and is extremely significant to him and there's so much poetry about the fact that he is the holder of the very miraculous that created him and him being the holder of it is deeply entrenched into the plot. HOWEVER.

sometimes i miss the cat!adrien vs dog!felix dynamic. because it was really fucking funny

[magiertama]

"Did ya see that?! I'm totally awesome, right!"

[leftarmofl1fe]

killer biting the shit out of color supremacy

based on something @howlsofbloodhounds wrote a while ago. I’m too lazy to go look for it

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Extra :

[minzbins-moved]

LEE KNOW SKZ CODE, EP.49

[yakovski]

kitty... kitty kittyyyy pspsppspsps c'mere little fire kittyyyy

and a rough doodle

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[grimstrawberry]

Tomura, his beautiful husband Spinner and his annoying fucking dog Dabi

[searchingforserendipity25]

choosing to believe lawrence and o'malley are like this all the time.

by which i mean: caught in a series of investigations led by the invisible guiding hand of the pope's machination, with the intent of asserting order and integrity in the church.

it's just that, usually? he had a lot of plausible deniability. built-in defense mechanism, in the shape of: his holiness told him to.

this has been ongoing for forever. it's just that usually the investigations are much lower stakes, and there is a thin veil of respectable procedure to it.

there had to be a thin veil of respectable procedure to it, otherwise lawrence goes a tad nauseous about it.

as someone extremely married to a belief in good faith, the cognitive dissonance of actively looking for cracks in the curia and dishonest conduct had to be carefully balanced with the fact that, actually, he was really, really good at looking for cracks in the curia and dishonest conduct.

that was no trouble, however, as his late holiness knew how best to make use of him regardless.

it's all well and good for him to want to believe himself to be tame and proper and harmless. but some men really don't want to admit they're blood hounds, even when they should.

indeed, his holiness was perfectly comfortable with manipulating matters so it really it was perfectly sensible to have the dean of the collage of cardinals dig into whoever leaked this or that, or chasing down a slow report that inevitable becomes a clue to a larger plot.

a pat in the hand and a few clear orders, and off he went. it was easier, once raymond o'malley came along. extraordinarily competent; personally invested in his his eminence, and full of a quiet, well-earned faith in his judgement in such matters.

lawrence was the sort of man who followed through on loose ends. there was a time when he sought them out, younger and earnest in his desire to accomplish a righteous task.

a time when he did not resent it at all. how easily it came, the urge and the clear line of marks - of incongruent lapses, small blights, small things to clear up under scrutiny for moral fault.

it had always been someone else's choice, someone else's power. that made a great deal of difference.

he was just the instrument of justice. could be counted on it, for execution and moral fiber; and he liked it just fine. he was excellent as a diplomat, patient, polite; he stopped disasters before they happened.

afterwards praying came easier. god's presence - it was always easier, when he had something to present him with.

sleepless nights; boils in his feet from long walks. a dented heart, where his trust in others was a little worn, or a little replenished, sometimes. it was best to pray, with a quest accomplished, presented in his heart like a sacrifice.

at some point in time, it stopped being enough. it did not feel like an accomplishment. he managed disasters, great or small, largely petty, mostly boring, always tiresome.

god had no business with that, he felt; god, he had to believe, could not be found in the minutiae, because the details were generally too ugly. he knelt to speak the words and they were no different in his mouth than when he spoke to say this nuncio was found to commit this fraud, this diocese is direly in need of overhaul.

such a detective, tommaso, the pope said, sometimes, not unfondly, at the end of a chase.

and then he sent him off to do something bureaucratic and uninteresting for some months, because he was, most of all, and as all agreed, a wise man.

longer, by the end. he was not an excessive man, his holiness. he knew when to conserve a good resource. every huntsman knows; you don't exhaust a good hunting dog with trifling games, when there's big quarry to be had when the seasons change.

the pope bet on them, and they never failed. and this worked, for one simple reason: lawrence could deliver confessions and information, but he was never the one who created bitterness himself.

there was a time, before the leash got too worn into the skin and he started to chafe at it, when lawrence was a manager with pride, with confidence. skirts flaring as he strode.

full of purpose, most of time; and a growing list of precise questions that were not doubts. a detective and a knight, a loyal servant to the bone. he did not question his orders; he did not question god, either.

such a detective, tommaso, the pope said, sometimes, not unfondly, not without some pride. you have a nose for it, you know, like the sheepdog i knew in the mountains when i was young.

even the best hunting hounds grow slow and old with time, and uncertain on their feet.

the pope counted on him, regardless, to follow the track and hunt down the wayward. he had trained him well enough, you see, to be certain of it.

[flowerakatsuka]

catboything and their little mousedog boyfriend

[lmxpsuedonym]