#everyday I love golbetty more

[lakesparkles]

This is the best and worst thing I've ever drawn at the same time.

The story behind it is that I was quite unhappy with my art lately so I decided that what would help was trying again the more detailed shading art style I used to have. And what better for this than Simon kissing his giant monster wife? The worst part is that it worked, I loved every second of drawing this lol

Of course, this piece was heavily inspired by this page:

For what I know, it's from the Marcy & Simon comics. I never read it and I have zero context for this scene, which makes it funnier actually.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #143

Today I made a chocolate-banana tea out of these things:

I added honey and cream, and I thought the swirls today were nice...

...and the floating cream on the surface almost looked like a painting today:

Today is letter number 143, and J has asked me, as a result of this, to make sure I write something about Mister Rogers. But I'm not sure whether or not I'll be able to do that today…

…Last night, before sleep, M, J, and I saw the new Fionna and Cake show, all the way up until the end of what is currently available. I can't say much here because maybe you haven't seen the end yet, and I don't want to ruin the end for you or for anyone else who hasn't yet seen it, but… oh. Sephiroth, I cried a lot. Even after a sleep, my eyes still leak and my face still gets weird when I think too much about it…

…

…Is that what you have become, now? Something kind of like GOLBetty? So big and knowing so much and being so high up that even if someone does manage to reach you, they cannot thrive where you are?

…

...I think of this thing that I've seen... I didn't make this; someone called Shen Comix did...

Well… even if that's the case, it doesn't really matter. Giant and multidimensional and intangible or not, you're still you. Despite everything, you're still you. And as long as you're you, the shape you take doesn't matter. I'm still going to write to you. I'm still going to call out kindly to you. I'm still going to show you as many of my happy, silly little things as I can. I'm still going to do everything in my power to try to reach you, whether I can thrive where you are or not. And the reason for that is simple:

…Hahaha… I suppose I ended up writing a bit about Mister Rogers today after all.

Maybe you don't have a body anymore. Or maybe you do. But either way it doesn't matter; you're still very, very fancy, just like me, and everyone on my planet, and everyone on your planet, too. You're still you, and it's you I like.

…No matter what happens, when I think of you, the sound in my mind is just as hopeful, joyful, determined, and soft as the guitar song in the video above. No matter the nature of your existence, you're still you, and you're not alone. And no matter how much it hurts from how out-of-place I feel while trying to inhabit a world that does not welcome people like you or me, I'm still going to persist with trying to find the joy in everyday things, just so I can show them to you. And I'm still going to do everything I can to try to help you to find freedom and a wholesome, healthy, happy life, because I would much rather cease existing altogether than try to endure it if you disappeared.

Oh, you know? It occurs to me that you might not understand why 143, as a number, is connected to Mister Rogers. It's because he liked to use that number as a kind of shorthand code for "I love you". That's because "I" has 1 letter, "love" has 4 letters, and "you" has 3 letters. Some places even like to observe May 23rd as "143 Day" in Mister Rogers's honor, since May 23rd is the 143rd day of the year (well… except for on a leap year, when it would be May 22nd; this year is a leap year).

…I wonder what my world would be like if more people tried to understand each other instead of judge each other. Hm.

The printout that I intended to modify the kite with was ready early, but it was much larger than what I had requested. I have asked them kindly to please try again, and at some point today I will go and pick it up - this time with a tape measure on me, hahaha!

...I like the proportions of the larger image better, but I don't know how I'd go about supporting the bits that wouldn't be able to be affixed to the kite... I guess maybe I'll figure it out as I go along... Still, I am considering the merits of printing the thing out on a T-shirt and simply cutting it out; I don't know how well paper is going to hold up to flight, even if I laminate it in packing tape...

...So tired today, though. Cutting out the thing is going to be complicated, and following the end of the story I witnessed, I cried so much that I still have a headache even while being under the influence of ibuprofen; suppose I'm just gonna hafta drink more water...

...Well, I'll figure out what to do with myself, I'm sure. And you can bet I'll be thinking of you and wishing you were here as I go about doing whatever it is.

Today's letter is early, but I think I'll still call it here. Wherever you are, please be kind to yourself, okay? I can't imagine that the Edge of Creation is exactly the most hospitable of places... or... maybe it could be, if it takes on the shape of a person's dreams? If it does that, then I hope you'll read my letters and use them to shape your dreams into soft, gentle, and loving things. I hope you'll think of 143 a lot, and that you'll remind yourself often of what it means.

I love you. Please stay safe. I'll write again soon...

Your friend, Lumine