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scribbled this vinny out last night and didn't immediately hate it when i looked at it this morning so here we are

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i've got two different "palettes" of this one sky outfit (one based on another light's album cover and the other on the another light demos cover) and i thought their dichotomy was fun so i made a little photo edit out of em. used two in-game screenshots and of course some modified features of the album cover(s) they take inspiration from

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cleaned up this doodle from a few days ago of a "chatsona" type of thing

it's me! outfitted with an only slightly disconcerting and definitely trustworthy smile just trust :)

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alright i'm biting the bullet and posting this on tumblr

in my spiral of becoming strangely fixated on the infamous ctrl+alt+del webcomic by tim buckley, there were two significant things i noticed.

the first was that despite it being around for decades at this point, there was no apparent sign on the internet of there being any ship art of ethan and lucas, the two male leads. i simply could not let this slide, which of course led to this art piece, which i currently consider to be my artistic magnum opus and i am only kind of joking.

the second was that there was also no fanfiction of this variety on ao3. there was one very short meme fic, so it did already exist as a categorized fandom...but, as i put it to my poor unfortunate online friends, i saw some untapped potential.

and so it was to be.

long story short, i wrote gay fanfiction about ethan and lucas from ctrl+alt+del. the first chapter is up on ao3. i may write a second one. depends on how evil i feel and also the more normal factors like motivation and inspiration.

here it is.

don't say i didn't warn you.

(i also just wanna say that nothing would be funnier to me than the desecration of tim buckley's creation with a new rise of gay fanfiction/fanart featuring his characters. no pressure though. heehee)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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couldn't fall asleep at first when i came home from getting my wisdom teeth out so i took out my phone and scribbled this out to pass the time

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fun fact the most recent drawing i've done of myself at this point in time was this ridiculously tiny doodle i did when i had a headache in math class

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a filmy skin forms over my consciousness out of anticipation for what's to come, and yet there's kindling held precariously within that threatens to melt it away if set alight. in my hand i hold a candle—with the other hand, i shield the wick—as, for the thousandth time, i think over my options. there's fire to be had, but from where? from others? no, don't be foolish. still i wonder…

a warm body harbors heat, but it's useless, isn't it? it keeps us alive, one supposes, but it can't start a fire…not directly, at least. by lighting the candle, i don't directly set the kindling ablaze…despite this, i can imagine the dripping wax draping itself over my fingers; how my hand shakes, but cannot, will not, falter. the warm body is warmer now. this is good, it thinks…

the time will pass, of course. the kindling may or may not find its way out, may or may not be taken away in the wind. the candle may or may not be lit. a complacency settles over me—upon realizing this, there's a pang of anger. that's my being, my consciousness, my feeling. i no longer care if it's childish, to want to take. there's a start. it hurts, badly. the threat has meaning…

the skin sloughs off, easy as anything. here, i have a hearth. i wonder if i'll regret it.

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maxwell you've returned so soon