hi sorry just gotta say i love you so much for putting stan and kenny in ween shirts. I checked out your bunny playlist and literally we have the exact same music taste :0 so anyway lol just wanted to say that your art is incredible and you have my new favourite playlist !!
average introduction to fan ween experience
thank YOU anon, ween goes triple platinum in my apartment every month so i simply had to nerd out under the cut
(bunny playlist)
what i think their biases would be:
kyle: gets into them fr once he finds instrumental type stuff he vibes with like a tear for eddie and flutes of chi. ends up liking a ton of chocolate and cheese + quebec. hey fat boy (asshole) is a not so guilty pleasure for him.
stan: i think he'd be into the crunchier sound and older releases. feel like he would have a bit of 'the older the better' + 'you just dont GET what theyre doing' tendencies within his music taste. so his album of choice would be god ween satan w/ faves of papa zit & birthday boy. slowly getting the group into primus as well
kenny: prob especially into the sounds they have in pure guava w/ faves of pumpin 4 the man and springtheme. monique the freak is on repeat in his brain as well. hes very into songs where theyre just doing weird shit and psychedelic vibe but still gets emo to songs like slow down boy
butters: does NOT like them until he finds the lighthearted songs of their discography. specifically mister richard smoker, bananas and blow, sweetheart in the summer, learnin' to love, and friends off the friends ep. he'd end up liking a lot of mollusk & white pepper for the theeemes
cartman listens to them from time to time bc he hates to be left out but is more of a top 100s pop radio sort of guy
would you ever make some of the elena of avalor characters into stickers !?? i adore your art and would love to get sum :33
Ive wanted to sooooo bad for awhile but im always afraid of them not selling well!!(small fandom an all...) ill use this opportunity to do a little poll though to gauge interest ^-^
hmm who's the most random character u wanna include in ninjago sw au?
Maybe not random or niche(but maybe so idk) but harumi. Love her girl failure attitude...I can see her having a padme-like role at first but like pirate style. Think like padme in lego rebuild the galaxy shes a pirate and shes all dressed up about it really really fun to me... id make her less a full out villan and more a minor antagonist/ronin type guy though because I DO like harumi,,,, and theirs bigger problems in the galaxy than her... whole deal and she knows it!!!!
Since you're a Nuzi shipper
you're toxic just like all the other
Nuzi, because you're always the
toxic ones you and them are
a bunch of fcking brain-dead
losers defending that overrated
trash ship that also is disgusting
and forced as hell
How can you call yourself an Envy fan when your blog has DOG GORE? N would be so disappointed in you š
Charthur, with Charles as the "man down" this time?
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Arthur first noticed it when they were walking into town. Charles was slow, unsteady, a stark contrast to his usual purposeful, graceful steps. When asked, he simply waved a hand dismissively, which was so like him that Arthur almost wanted to drop it.
Almost.
Instead, he stopped walking, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head expectantly. āYou sure youāre feelinā alright?ā
Charles sighed softly, turning around to face him. āArthur, itās just a supply run. Iām fine.ā
āYou aināt look fine.ā He took a step closer, giving the other man a quick once-over. Perhaps it was the trick of the afternoon sun, but Charles looked quite pale, his shoulders sagging with a seemingly invisible weight. āYou might be able to hide it from the others, Charles, but you canāt hide it from me. So, out with it.ā
For a moment, it was a stare-down, dark eyes glaring at blue, until Charles finally scoffed, breaking the eye contact to turn back around, perhaps so Arthur couldnāt see his face. āIām just feeling a little sick, ās all. You donāt gotta worry about me.ā
Arthur squinted, remembering how nonchalant Charles had been each time heād gotten injured in some way or another. He always seemed to under react. āThink itās too late for that.ā Of course, he knew, if the roles were reversed, he wouldnāt be much better. So he wouldnāt agitate Charles further. He stepped up closer, and they walked side-by-side, with Arthur purposefully slowing his steps so that Charles could keep up.
Quite suddenly, Charles stopped in his tracks, his breaths coming a little shallower, as if it were a chore. He was blinking quickly, shaking his head as if it would rid him of whatever was ailing him.
āCharles? Charles, whatās wrong?ā Arthur stopped too, stopping in front of him, trying to get a better look at his face and trying to push down his increasing panic. Much to his surprise, Charles swayed forward, right into his arms, almost completely dead weight. āH-Hey! Jesus, youāreā¦youāre burninā upā¦ā
He was so hot that Arthur immediately felt a bead of sweat appear on his own brow. Trying to ignore how his own heart was beating, he pushed Charles backward a little, watching his head loll forward as he did so, his eyelids fluttering.
āArthur,ā he whispered, barely audible, āI donāt feel so good.ā
āYou aināt look so good neither,ā he murmured, wishing he was more than half-conscious so he could tell him he told him so. Keeping one hand on his shoulder to ground him, he lifted the other hand to his mouth, whistling for his horse as his adrenaline began to spike. Why was Charles so damn stubborn? Fevers werenāt something to take lightly.
A plethora of anxious what-ifs tugged at Arthurās mind as his trusty Tennessee Walker trotted up to them. As gently as he could, he lifted Charles up onto the saddle and then followed suit, sitting behind Charles with his arms around him to support him. Charles leaned back against Arthurās chest, his breaths still coming shallowly, frequent shivers wracking his body. Arthur yanked the reins, directing his horse to move as quickly as he could without jostling Charles too much.
They were barely to the edge of camp when Arthur roared, āReverend!ā He brought his horse toward the gate, glancing down at Charles. His eyes were still closed, but the look on his face was anything but peaceful. He was so hot that Arthur felt the need to shake him a little. āCāmon, Charles, hold onā¦ā
After what seemed like hours, Swanson finally appeared, helping a semi-conscious Charles down off of the horse. Arthur hopped down, too, hiding his nerves the best he could as he helped Swanson carry Charles to his tent.
āMr. Morgan, get the cool rag.ā
āIs he gonna be alright, Reverend?ā
āā¦Arthur, the rag.ā
Wordlessly, he did what was asked of him, watching the rag be placed over Charlesā forehead, watching him force Charles to drink some water, watching him give him opium for the pain. It felt like days, but eventually, Swanson pulled away, turning to Arthur.
āNow we hope the fever goes away.ā He placed a hand on Arthurās shoulder, then quietly walked away.
Without really thinking about it, Arthur pulled up a nearby chair, sitting by Charlesā side. His face was still twisted in pain, but it seemed he was finally properly sleeping, breath coming in congested puffs through parted lips. His hair splayed out in all directions on the pillow, his hand and fingers twitching every so often.
If it werenāt for the fear that gripped Arthurās heart, he might have let his thoughts wander about how handsome of a feller Charles was, even sick with fever. Perhaps the fear was a good thing, in that case.
Hours passed. No one really disturbed them. Arthur sat in silence, every so often replacing the cool rag over Charlesā forehead. It was dark when Charles brows furrowed, awaking with a cough that seemed to reverberate in Arthurās brain.
āEasy, now,ā Arthur huffed, grabbing the nearby canteen. He held it gently to Charlesā lips, who drank as if he hadnāt drank in days.
When he finally pulled back, nearly gasping for air, he murmured, āWhat happened?ā
āYou collapsed in Valentine,ā Arthur answered, capping the canteen to place it back down. āBeen sleepinā ever since. Seems you gotta nasty fever.ā
Charlesā eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and when he opened them again he had a guilty look on his face. āIām sorry.ā
Waving a hand dismissively, Arthur leaned back in his seat a little. āIām just glad youāre alive to tell the tale. For a minute there I wasnāt sure.ā
Charles was quiet for a moment, looking up at Arthur as if heād hung the stars themselves. āHave you been here with me this whole time?ā
āWellā¦ā Arthur rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. āDidnāt want you wakinā up alone, anā all thatā¦ā To busy himself, he took the rag from Charlesā forehead, dipping it into the bucket of water, and gently placed it back. āSomebodyās gotta make sure that fever of yours goes down, and it aināt gonna be Swanson.ā
A small, rare smile pulled at Charlesā lips. āThank you, Arthur.ā
āāCourse.ā
For a moment, their eyes lingered on each other, and they each broke the gaze at the same time. Arthur felt hot all over, as if he was the one who had the fever. He decided not to think about it.
They both talked for a while longer until Charles fell asleep again, and Arthur took care of him through the night, gladly sacrificing his own sleep for his. It was common sense.
Hi, I just wanted to say thank you for those super cute tags on my art, they made me smile :ā)
JRJREHRTRFG THANK YOU, FREN, FOR REACHING OUT!! ššš„°š„°š„°You illustrations are so fun and fierce and fiesty and I'm always a sucker for great creature art! Wishing you an amazing and very cheery day!
