El lore de los tortolitos se puso dramático y la inspiración me golpeó con todo jaja Quería dibujar un cómic de como sería un futuro en que Quackity después de alejarse de Karmaland tras la derrota, regresara una noche para asesinar a Luzu, pero por el afecto que le queda por él, no pudiera lograrlo.
Iba a ser un comic medio sangriento de hecho, pero le cambié el final para que se consolaran el uno al otro en un abrazo, pero que en realidad sintieran el calor de un amor de una vida pasada que causó o sufrió lo mismo que ellos (Auron y Wilbur respectivamente)
Here is the english version, and yes the title is because of mitski’s song:
QUACKITY: Ok8y, look, it’s perfectly simple.
KAHRRL: oh NO you ARE not DRAWING another SHIPPING grid DUDE
QUACKITY: No no no, it’s not 8 grid, just 8 schedule.
KAHRRL: look WE’VE already ESTABLISHED that YOU’RE going TO end UP flushed FOR everyone JUST deal WITH it
QUACKITY: No no no I’m gonna m8ke this WORK
WILBUR: No, that’s a grid. You’re drawing a god damn grid. This is a shipping grid.
QUACKITY: Ok8y LOOK HERE
QUACKITY: These 8re the d8ys of the week. We e8ch h8ve rows for those d8ys 8nd we c8n dr8w 8 he8rt, sp8de, or di8mond for 8ny given d8y.
QUACKITY: M8ybe even 8 club since K8hrrl 8nd I 8re in the m8rket for 8 new 8uspictice
KAHRRL: OH my GOD
QUACKITY: Th8t w8y, we know wh8t’s up in 8dv8nce 8nd c8n 8void 8ny possible conflicts.
WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down.
QUACKITY: Hey, cut it out! Don’t touch me!
WILBUR: Do not draw a shipping grid, do NOT do it.
QUACKITY: It’s not 8 shipping grid, you bulge ch8fing fuck8ss!
WILBUR: You are not drawing a shipping grid to organize our fucking dating lives.
WILBUR: That is— that is some bullshit, man.
WILBUR: Absolute bullshit, I will not stand for it
QUACKITY: This is not 8 shipping grid, this is 8 schedule to org8nize our qu8dr8nts! It’s 8 useful tool!
WILBUR: You’re not drawing anything that even REMOTELY resembles a grid.
WILBUR: Do not draw an arrangement of squares or otherwise interlocking polygons
QUACKITY: LET GO!!!!!!!!
KAHRRL: oh MY god
WILBUR: You will not draw a spreadsheet for the purpose of allocating mine and Kahrrl’s time spent with a potential mutual boyfriend.
WILBUR: That is exactly the shit I do not want to see
QUACKITY: Oh look, I just drew 8 squ8re! Get re8dy to see 8 lot more of those!
WILBUR: No stop
WILBUR: Do not draw any more squares I swear to god!
WILBUR: Do not draw any quadrilaterals or trapezoids or rectangles or fucking n-drangles and especially as fuck not any god damned RHOMBUSES
WILBUR: I don’t want to see your lines making ANY right angles, do you understand?
QUACKITY: Oh look 8nother squ8re! 8 bit wobbly but it’ll do.
WILBUR: That is the perfect example of what you should NOT be drawing.
QUACKITY: W8 here it comes! My first “ship” going into the squ8re!
WILBUR: Put the fucking pen down!
QUACKITY: OW! Wh8t is your problem?
WILBUR: Does Sapnap know you’re doing this?
QUACKITY: He will!
WILBUR: How presumptuous of you to think he might be okay with being tossed into your bullshit shipping grid just because you decided to be “normal human boyfriends” now
QUACKITY: Well I h8ven’t put his n8me on the grid yet, h8ve I?
WILBUR: I am absolutely stunned that he understands human romance better than you do. Put the pen down, you’re messing up Ranboo’s book.
QUACKITY: No!
WILBUR: Do it
QUACKITY: You suck!
WILBUR: I haven’t sucked a single thing in my life what are you on about
QUACKITY: You smell!
WILBUR: Don’t talk to me about rank smells when you smell like a— like a fucking barn!
WILBUR: Yeah, I said it!
QUACKITY: My lusus dr8gged in things th8t smelled better th8n you!
QUACKITY: 8nd everything he brought home w8s either 8 de8d 8nim8l or liter8l feces!
WILBUR: Yeah well that’s dumb and stupid just like you now gimme the pen
QUACKITY: No, it’s mine now. I’m keeping it.
WILBUR: Quackity! Whoa, man what are you doing?
WILBUR: Why are you drawing all these human dicks?
WILBUR: How do you even know what they look like? What have you been watching??
QUACKITY: I 8M NOT DR8WING THOSE! YOU’RE M8KING ME DR8W THEM, STOP TH8T!!!!!!!!
WILBUR: No way, this book is now like…
WILBUR: Our fight fueled ouija board of cock
QUACKITY: 88888888RGH STOP!
QUACKITY: DON'T
QUACKITY: NO FUCK
QUACKITY: OK NO
QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE
QUACKITY: YOU DREW TH8T ONE!!!! DON'T PRETEND YOU DIDN'T!
WILBUR: Are you sure man?
WILBUR: See, that’s the spooky thing about penis ouija. You can never be sure who did the dicks.
WILBUR: Was it you or me or maybe a ghoooost???
QUACKITY: GIVE ME B8CK THE PEN!
WILBUR: What? No, this is a fucking masterpiece.
WILBUR: We have to see this through.
WILBUR: We’re running out of room. Hey Kahrrl, can you turn the page for us?
QUACKITY: 88888888HHHHHH!!!!!!!!
QUACKITY: This 8lterc8ion is becoming uncomfort8bly physic8l, get the FUCK 8w8y from me!!!!!!!!
WILBUR: What the hell are you talking about?
QUACKITY: You know EX8CTLY wh8t I’m t8lking 8bout!!!!!!!!
WILBUR: Oh, shut up and draw another penis.
QUACKITY: You don’t even underst8nd the soci8l implic8ions of 8ll this hostile touching 8nd gr8bbing, do you?
QUACKITY: THIS IS SO CLE8RLY C8LIGINOUS SOOT, JUST 8CKNOWLEDGE IT!!!!!!!!
WILBUR: Well, if you want to look at it that way, then be my guest.
WILBUR: This is a common human ritual, don’t you know? It means we literally couldn’t give less of a fuck about each other. I don’t care about what you think is happening here.
QUACKITY: GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!!
WILBUR: Stop biting my jacket.
QUACKITY: FUFCK NYOUF.
WILBUR: We’ve really made a masterpiece here today, Quackity. You should be proud of yourself
QUACKITY: OK8Y, TH8T’S IT. I’M FUCKING SICK OF THIS!
WILBUR: What?
WILBUR: WHOA SHIT
QUACKITY: His Honour8ble Tyr8nny h8s sentenced you to life in j8cket prison.
WILBUR: HNFNGMGNHNFN
WILBUR: KAHRRL HELP
KAHRRL: SORRY man IM not MEDIATING this F*CKING trash FIRE youre ON your OWN
i miss c!tntduo so i drew them a lazy lil comic lol. prolly abit ooc but id thought it would be funny to draw quackity blocking wilbur with his wing LOL