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In which Comet calls out Hekapoo for getting one-upped by a Monster who makes scissors
Some doodles of a scene that takes place after Toffee and Juno get back from the Realm of Magic, only to find out that the Call is still in his head and perhaps won't ever leave.
Fun fact: he used to only hear the Call in his sleep. But after all the magical experiments and electrocution he suffered at the asylum, he started hearing it every waking moment.
Yo have another late Toffebruary prompt:
Day 19: Blood
That feel when every time you've ever tried to say she was your daughter you got mocked, doubted, vilified, or brutalized, so eventually you went mute every time you wanted to tell someone.
(Also @miwachan2 I've been trying to study your shading because you manage to make everything look so intense please teach me your ways!!!!)
Guess who should be working on that first chapter but is drawing Seth and Toffee instead? Oh well. At least it's still part of the fic.
Seth protecting Toffee with his life is my new aesthetic.
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"Here in the garden, let's play a game!"
"Another?"
"Yes, another one!
Or, here in the kitchen-"
"Is there a point where this stops being fun?"
But then she smiled, and that's what I'm after. My wife's joyful eyes, my baby girl's laughter.
So: happy to listen. Happy to play. Happily watching her drift away.
So come the weeks where her mind goes on racing, a thousand games at a time.
Then come the weeks where she never leaves bed, and watches the days go by.
And so I wonder, night after night: Does she need my help? Am I doing this right?
Still...happy to play. And happy to stay. Happily watching her drift away.
You keep on turning pages, while the mad race and stare, and the sane mock and glare about you.
And still it takes you ages to see that she's not there...
She's not fully there...
Her mind's not fully there...
It's almost racing on without you.
She finally snapped the day they came, and told us Eclipsa's gone
Without a successor, and won't accept "No" when they say our child's the one...
They...
Need...
Isn't that lovely? Isn't that cool? And isn't that cruel? And aren't I a fool
To have happily failed her
As she went insane
Happily watching her
Drift
Away
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Toffee for the cursing thing please :3
Will drop "damn" and "hell" into every informal conversation. Will say "bastard" every now and then. Will only say "fuck" once in a blue moon.
From a narrative standpoint, I'll allow him only one "fuck" every other chapter.
This fabulous man and his fabulous hair, tho!
A few sketches for my Disgrace AU!
To remind myself I still have this story no matter how the show ends