#wilotheflower

[askunderswappaps]

Be honest. Does it feel nice to take a break from making the comic or do you just have an uncontrollable urge to draw?

Bold of you to assume I’m smart enough to take a break and not just draw until I can’t

[gasttaton]

Uuugh...you missed the chance to call the ship "Gaston"... XD

/OOC\ If the ship name was Gaston, it’d be impossible to find any ship content in the tag. Rest assured, plenty of people make Gaston puns, though!

[askunderswappaps]

But my question is, where would the convention be? I know there are multiple going off all around the world, so...

((New York or Connecticut since I can’t drive.))

[askunderswappaps]

Hello mod! Love this series! But I'd like to ask how I could enter as an asker? Like, what option do I select? Even if my ask isn't chosen to use, how would I become an asker in the first place? I know it's different to the "ask" option. Ok. Bye! ^_^

((The asks come straight from the ask option on tumblr like this. I mainly use asks that are relevant to what’s currently happening. Though asks that are a paragraph long are extremely hard to use, especially if they jump around to more than one topic, so keeping it simple is the best way to go. Also, it’s stated in the FAQ but i’ll say it here too, I will not use asks that involve RPing or involve using an oc that’s not mine. Nothing against it, but those kind of interactions don’t work for this setting.))

[snowflakeroleplays-blog]

Alright! *shoves Don into the oven and sets the heat to 200°C* there! He should be ready by 4:00. *looks over to see everyone including Snow staring at me in shock* oh...wrong kind of roast, huh? *gives an awkward chuckle* Good thing I actually forgot to turn the switch on...right...? *shrugs in embarrassment* (Sorry it took me so long to respond. I was busy. Lol)

“WRONG KIND OF ROAST. VERY WRONG KIND OF ROAST. I’M OUTTA HERE BEFORE THE CARNAGE STARTS.” Supernova gets up and leaves the room, his eye-sockets wide.

Snow gets up and slowly walks over to you. “How...” She bends down to look into the oven. “...did you get Don to fit in the oven? I don’t think I made it big en— Oh. You took him apart.”

She steps back right before Don kicks a hole through the oven door. His bones fall out and reassemble until he’s towering over you. He’s glowering and his phalanges are twitching. He glances at Snow, then looks back at you.

“FUCK. YOU.”

That’s all he says before storming back to his brother. Everyone tries to go back to what they were doing before. Judge and Snow are both still staring at you.