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BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’

Prompt: “Hi!! I’m a big fan of your Spider-Man fics!! My birthday is on the 20th and I was wondering if you’d write a fic with a really disoriented Peter (concussion or fever whatever you prefer) and tony trying to get through to him to calm him down. Maybe in the process Peter opens up about really feeling guilty about Ben. If not no worries!!”

What is up with you guys and the sad Uncle Ben requests?? It’s like you guys want to suffer? [soft whispers] who hurt you??

Lol, ask and you shall receive. Happy Birthday @ijustlovecfa!! (Won’t let me tag you, sweets.)

I think I’m going to go with concussion for this one since I just did a fever-related Uncle Ben one!

It’s a minor miscalculation, a slight shift in his arm that makes the web miss the light post he was aiming for, and it’s just enough to have Peter falling to the ground, his head smacking hard against the pavement below him.

He blacks out almost instantly, but he’s only out for a few seconds because a gripping wave of nausea brings him back to consciousness with just enough time to lift up on shaking elbows, push his mask up just past his nose, and roll over, heaving onto the road.

The sounds of his own gagging appear muffled; in fact, the sounds of the battle around him sound far away, as if he’s hearing them while emerged in water. There’s only a prominent ringing sound piercing through the muted sounds around him, and when his stomach settles, he flops back down onto his back, huffing as he watches the sky above him spin.

“Tony, Peter’s down!”

Peter frowns; the voice in his ear is far too loud, as if it’s competing with the ringing.

“What? Peter, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Peter wants to reply because he knows the second voice is addressing him directly, but there’s a pressure building in his head, feeling as if his head’s going to split into two, and while he can hear the words and process the words, he can’t seem to get his mouth to form a coherent reply. He only manages out a muffled groan in response.

“Shit. Cap, cover me? I’ve gotta get to him.”

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I don't know if this has been asked before, but what is your editing/animating routine look like? Or I guess do you have an routine? You are the best btw! Your videos are my favorite whether they are Jack's ones that you have edited or your animations! Love them both! Love you!

Well… I don’t know is I have any definitive “editing routine” really. My usual daily routine is wake up, check the Dropbox to see what’s been sent over for editing, edit that, send it back, and if I have time/energy I’ll edit my own stuff and/or stream, until bed. Repeat.

Unless I don’t feel like doing anything else, in which case Netflix or Youtube, I guess :P

in 2019 we will love and respect Robin and his incredible work and not use him as a Jacksepticeye Answer Box.

in 2019 we will stop pestering Robin about ego content because he is more than just The Egos.

in 2019 we will respect Robin and treat him as more than just Jacksepticeye’s Editor.

in 2019 we will give Robin more love and credit for the incredible amount of love and time he dedicates into creating amazing content for this community. we will appreciate him for who he is as a separate person and creator. we will show him that we are here for him and not just because he is associated with Jack.

thank you.

My First Try!! :)

Thanks for the prompt @grab-an-idea!

Prompt: “Who are you? Show yourself!”

The job had gone wrong. It was supposed to be a small break-in. Get in, grab the artifact and leave. They had practiced it multiple times, and it had gone flawlessly. It all went wrong when they did it for real.

They had found the window, gotten into the house, and found the artifact. Or where it should have been.

“Where is it?” Chief whispered. “We’ve been watching this house for days, and no one has touched it.”

“What do we do now?” Clara asked. “Do we leave or look for it?”

Chief paced back and forth fiddling with his hair. 

“Chief what do we-”

“Shh, I’m thinking.”

Clara nodded and sat down on the floor. Chief kept pacing, switching between fiddling with his hair and his belt.

Clara sat for what felt like hours before Chief stopped pacing.

“Did you hear that?”

Clara stood up. “Hear what?”

Chief didn’t respond, and they both fell silent again. The faint sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. 

“We have to go. Now.” Chief grabbed Clara’s arm and took off running. They retraced their steps through the house.

Once they got to the window, both out of breath, they stopped. 

“What’s going on? Who is that?” Clara knelt breathing heavily.

Chief, still holding onto her arm, pulled her up. “We have to get out of here. I’ll explain later.” 

Clara nodded and opened the window. Chief let go of her arm, and she crawled out. Chief crawled out after her, and they both climbed down to the backyard. 

Chief pointed to the forest that surrounded the house, Clara nodded, and they took off running.

“Clara go to the right. I’ll go to the left.”

“Why? Shouldn’t we stay together?”

“They want me. You’ll be safer if we split up.”

“Who are-“ Clara stopped. She didn’t want to leave Chief’s side he had helped her through so much, finding her on the street after her parents died and raising her like she was one of his own. Tears started to fill her eyes.

Chief grabbed her by the shoulders. “I will see you at home. I promise. I will not abandon you.” 

Chief pulled her into a hug and wiped the tears from her eyes. Chief let go of her and took off running. Clara wiped her hands on her pants and ran in the opposite direction. 

Clara’s lungs started to ache. Not being able to run anymore she sat down on a nearby log. She closed her eyes and focused on getting air back into her lungs.

Who was chasing them? The family that lives in the house was out of town for another week. They would have seen the family car outside and would have called the job off. 

Where was the artifact? It was their ticket out of the city. Chief promised Clara that they would move to the country and live a normal life. 

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps. She jumped to her feet. “Who are you? Show yourself!” 

The footsteps stopped. Clara cautiously took a step towards the sound. She saw a large shadow standing in the distance. “Chief is that you?” 

“Nope.” A gruff voice said. The figure started to run towards her.

She yelped and ran. The footsteps were getting closer. Clara, ignoring her screaming lungs, kept pushing forward. 

She wanted Chief to be with her. He said that this guy would go after him, not her. She closed her eyes for a second pushing back the tears that were forming in her eyes. She opened her eyes and jumped over a log. She almost cleared it, but her back foot caught the edge, and she fell hard on her stomach. 

She curled into a ball and tried to get her breath back. The footsteps got closer and closer until she could see black boots standing right in front of her.

“You must be the new sidekick.” A rough hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet until she was face to face with him. 

“Who are you?” Clara clawed at the hand holding her hair. 

“I was the last sidekick. Until he found you and pushed me aside, now I’m going to make him pay. I thought the artifact would be enough until I saw you.” His lips parted into a wide smile. “We are going to have so much fun.” 

stop adding quirky commentary to video subtitles challenge!

they’re not there for fun, they’re there to make the video more accessible to disabled people and hard of hearing folk!

using them as tools for fun takes away from their goddamn purpose and turns them into a toy instead of a tool.

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SUPERKIDDOS, part one! Once again I write too much dialogue… I just really like to see Damian rant. This is the gen, supersons + colin mash-up I’ve wanted for years lol so forgive the self-indulgence! Here’s the blurb:

The Supersons encounter an enemy that threatens to tear them apart: Meep Meeps, the newest fad hitting the country! When Damian gets kidnapped, however, his friend Colin must reach out to Superboy to help get their little Robin back…

Like with RSVP, I’ll be working steadily to get these out in five-page increments. For those curious, you can find all the pre-color work for this fancomic here: thumbs | inks part one

And the original valentines comic that introduced them to colin here: valentines fluff

Damian: there are 11 people in this room if you count Drake and Titus