I felt obligated I dunno.
This is a Jojo’s reference?
im gonna be honest i didnt understand todays prompt so uhhh just take what ive got i guess
"Isn't this nice, Big Q?" Wilbur said, taking a sharp inhale of his cigarette. He chuckled a cough at the end of his sigh. The contents of smoke leaving his smiling mouth.
They lay in an open field. The moon above them dimly lit up the area, creating the perfect ambience. The cold, fraying patches of dark green grass softly poked at them, but neither of them minded.
"No, it isn't. You're such an asshole." Quackity side-eyed him, his top row of teeth gritted down harshly on his bottom row.
"You know you love me." Wilbur slyly said, rolling over on his side to face Quackity, and taunt him further.
One of his hands was holding up his head. His other rested on the grass. Quackity rolled his eyes at this taunt. Only the moonlight and Wilbur's cigarette illuminated the night.
"I don't, actually." Quackity's arms folded in annoyance.
A part of him deep inside knew that there was possibly a sliver of himself that actually was fond of Wilbur. But, surely not, right?
Wilbur smiled pridefully. "I'll grow on you one day, Q. Just give me a shot."
"I am giving you a shot right now. And you're..-" Quackity paused, his heart beating quickly. He swallowed harshly. "You're alright, Wilbur."
Wilbur's face tinted a light pink at this sudden change, surprised that his remarks were actually getting anywhere at all. He smiled, rolling back on his back.
"You're cool too, Quackity." He said, staring up at the small stars scattered across the night. He gently rested his cigarette in between his index and middle finger.
Quackity wiped his face briefly with his hand. "T-This doesn't mean you c-"
"I know what it means, Quackity." Wilbur hushed him, a reassuringly soft tone followed. Not a hint of jokes filled the air. "Listen, you don't have to tolerate me- at all. I-I mean just laying here tonight with you is enough for me. If you want, I could really just stand up and walk out of your life. But, I'm glad that you consider me 'alright.'"
Quackity turned his head over to look at Wilbur. A thick silence suffocated the air. "I... I enjoy having to tolerate you."
Wilbur looked at him with a wide grin on his face. "And I enjoy you tolerating me."
Who knew that they'd actually get along under the moonlight?
6-14-22
art and a fanfiction?!?!? ayoo???
speedpaint n some other stuff under the cut :)
6 hours and 30 minutes
74 layers
yeah
had dsmpstuck on my mind. here's some doodles
(just some of them, both novelists and poets)
Pushkin: popular guy who’s good at freestyle rap, untrustworthy lady’s man, the main editor and the founder of school’s newspaper, fluent in french
Lermontov: Emo, loves the most popular girl in school, but also hates her (and the rest of the school too), reckless, likes mountains and the idea of spirit of freedom, good at painting, but nobody knows.
Leo Tolstoy: teachers hates his essays bc they’re too long, writes text in half-page long sentences, cheated on his girlfriend several times.
Gogol: some dudes are mocking him bc of his nose and haircut, has good sense of humour, writes satirical articles for school’s newspaper, loves everything his mom cooks.
Dostoyevsky: likes to stay in the shadow, had difficult childhood, once forgot to return a pen he had borrowed and can’t sleep well at night ever since, poor, hates bright colours
Kuprin: desperately falls in love with everybody, constantly writes lots of love letters, buys expensive jewlery to his girlfriend.
Griboyedov: natural born diplomat, sharp-witted, mood swings, travelled to middle asia once, wears glasses and fancy scarfs.
Bulgakov: smokes tobacco pipe, likes black cats and tweed suits, wears monocle and lots of hair gel, mysterious, walks a lot at night.
Esenin: underage alcoholic, an actual hillbilly, girls always love his hair, spends at least one month in the summer in the coutnryside with his grandparents, always ready to fight.
Mayakovsky: tall and loud, talks about weird futuristic shit a lot, always makes up new strange words, good at debates and discussions, depressed deeply inside, somehow handsome.
SO this is long over due but i’ve been neglecting my tumblr and only just got to this now. My comic is out of order. I know this, it has been for forever, the links are dead in each desc- and fixing them is a pain in the butt. So it’s time for the easy fix!! a big ol fat post subjecting me to gross old art! I bleed for you people, really.
On the topic of the comic I wanted to just quickly cram in a few bits of trivia. It’s deffs from my time being super aggressively obsessed with rapr but shipping wasn’t meant to be a part of it; implied at most, but you’d have to squint. These dumb fucks just like hanging out. No brotherly love shit or anything like that, just two terrible morons. It isn’t a family deal- Zim’s related in the sense all irkens are related, they’re all from the one big mixing pot of Irken DNA goo, he just got a heavy serving of tall genes (someone knocked the jar in, they have been fired). I’ve forgotten a lot of the premise for the comic now, but zims extreme lack-of-height raises red flags for everyone- especially pur, who is the asshole here, he’s adamant that zim is a dud who just slipped through the cracks and tries to drop him in front of a lot of hungry monsters. Easy snack, and no more headache for purps. The biggest subscriber to this idea is Zim himself, secretly though- he’s trying his best to act like a big tall boi to compensate for the fact he isn’t, with secret worries of being a defect turned instead into shooting giant lasers at planets (and angering the tallest caus that planet was on their list of 34,317 favourite snack bars).
I’ve added the next page WIP that I dropped halfway through. I burned myself out on some bgs and posted them just as the IZ fandom was waning and got sad :c
so here’s the comic as it stands so far, in full, in one post!
Keep reading
sorry for lazy posting
im just really busy with school
cw: nsfw ;)
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these two is the type of therapy i never thought i needed
Quackity: *sneezes*
Rev!Wilbur:
Quackity: you're not even going to say "bless you"?
Rev!Wilbur: You're sitting next to me. clearly, you're already blessed