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Borrower Astronomers
Yeah the brainrot has hit that pure self-indulgence level sorry
random nonsensical idea where everything is pretty much the same its just the astronomers are tiny.
Earth Shattering Comedy
I personally feel as though Aster would be over the moon with space puns & jokes.*･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ✧
itsy ramble below explaining my inspo behind this if you're interested.
This comic could of ended right after that scathing insult from Sophie but na I believe Aster can take it on the chin.
Basing this off the fact he lets Sophie ramble about giant worms on Venus and doesn't correct her - for some reason that just reads patience to me.
[I read he's also a university professor. That doesn't specifically mean he teaches and even if it did he's obviously not teaching kids as young as Sophie - I just can't help imagining he's not one to take what she says to heart and instead play along from time to time - sure fire way to get that to happen ✨ ~ space puns ~ ✨ ]
Thank you for listening to my ted talk now excuse me as I vanish for an unspecified amount of time, see you next blue moon maybe <3
[also thank you for your love and support for my previous look outside brainrot doodles <3]
Teeth Fairy
Where Sophie realizes a get rich quick scheme (infinite money glitch?)
giving Sam the option to tell the truth and ruin not one but two children's whole belief and whimsy (Like a monster)
Or... WELL here's hoping the tooth fairy has enough cash on her to afford alll those teeth Joel grows and loses by the hour -
very poorly done doodle of Sam having a panic attack over it, I thought it was necessary
I'll be honest, ever since this year started my confidence has took a severe dip.
My original goal was to be more social this year and start reaching out to users I like and appreciate the work of.
Which I did do! But goodness do I feel as though I've overstepped beyond repair and screwed up somewhere during it
This ever withering confidence of mine is also bleeding into my drawings, I've sent pieces to a few mutuals as either thanks or sketches to explain ideas but it's so painful to look at them.
Like I feel really bad for putting this in front of people I like - truly i'm sorry.
"A 'problematic' play-date."
Look Outside & Darkwood crossover. Why? Because I said so.
Sure is nice to make new friends - Especially someone who's also been inflicted with some otherworldly disease that horribly mutates your mind and body. Unfortunately, both kids' respective guardians aren't too thrilled with their meeting.
Three Fleabags Fleeing
Sean Mac & Davey go on a job. Half a town is burnt to the ground.
[I forgot to note in my last post Mac's design is heavily inspired by this reddit image.]
Thank you for answering! Your response I'll likely be reading and spinning in my head all day! I'm starting to get a much clearer picture with just how small these two are - ! If they get to ride dragonflies I imagine they could also use leaves as little boats (and I'm sure it's moments like these john hates every second of, water and all ;;) . I wonder if these two have to take shifts during the night to keep lookout case something finds them (Wanna place bets that John has little trust with Sean being lookout?)
Small idea that perhaps john injures his foot at some point and needs helps walking
Also!! I'm really curious who you think in camp would find these two first?? (my brain is defaulting to Arthur with the scenario that these two sneak around camp during the night and into Arthur's tent while he's sleeping - luckily enough his arm is hanging out and his hand is real close to the ground! Both realizing the only way to get up there is too climb it but as they do in another lucky [or unlucky] turn of events it's that moment Arthur decides to pull his arm back up and over his chest as he adjusts in his sleep ,, Sean may be trapped under his hand and John has to try and get him out which only results in shaking Arthur awake and grabbing the both of them up - I'm going to be honest my brain is immediately picturing the phenomenal illustration you did for the Sean Mc Cool fic but with the tables turned as Arthur brings Sean real close to his eye so he can see him better - Bet that's awfully terrifying from Sean's perspective ':D)
Honestly I had a wholeass response written including a thing written about Arthur finding tiny Sean and then my fucking laptop decided to restart without my consent before I could save the draft :] but I did try to rewrite it similarly to what I had it before
anyway
I picture John getting seasick while they're floating down a stream on the little leaf, while fish twenty times their size pass under. Sean sings little songs to lift spirits between them.
Sean, if it weren't for his insomnia, would probably sleep like a rock with John on guard. It's a coin toss essentially whether he'll sleep like a baby or keep waking up with nightmares.
As for John, it's not the staying asleep but the getting asleep because he does NOT trust Sean with a gun to watch over him and would probably put off sleep until he's literally collapsing from sleep loss. After a particularly rough fight with a bird, they'd probably crash out in each other's lap from exhaustion.
heh *small* idea. Well I think if John gets injured, Sean would look and sound panicked in the moment of John getting hurt, but knowing once he's okay, he'll go right back to taking jabs at him. Now he has a new thing to pick at (shit imagine he does actually get attacked by a squirrel this time afjfjk John would never hear the end of it)
Honestly I've been thinking of less thought about characters such as Kieran or Strauss. Those interactions I think would be really interesting and funny. And Molly finding Sean would be interesting too because they hate each other. Tbh I wanna put Strauss or Pearson in that sitaution.
And I wrote a little snippet here of the scenario you're describing!
As for Arthur, I can imagine those crystal irises bearing down on every inch of Sean - not that there is more than an inch to look at - twisting into something unreal as fingers like metal beams press firmly against his backside and stomach. He squirms against them instinctively, not daring to look back into those apprehending eyes, the size of which dwarfs him if he were to think about it. An otherworldly voice forces his attention, exiting from Arthur's mouth and permeating the air in every conceivable direction. As if that's not enough, a steady rumble is felt through the very columns that have him pinned a deadly height above the ground, as if each syllable is piercing into him the words that are already so thick and panoramic, freezing the very blood that warmed his organs.
"Am I seeing this right? Is that you, Sean?"
Sean's own meager digits dug into the skin holding him captive, a ball of steel wool forming in his throat. With his eyes closed, he croaked out each word as if he was uncertain of them escaping his lips.
"Heh, yeah, Arthur, I-it's me, uh, Sean, heh... G-go easy on me, will ya?"
I hope you liked! thanks so much for these asks btw, they mean the world to me truly <3
"How are you doing Davey?"
Lil comic idea I had in mind involving my favorite rdr2 characters
Also a assortment of miscellaneous and unfinished doodles below + plus a couple of headcanons [I may spruce these up at some point]
. I like to think the Callander Boys liked/got along with Sean . I headcanon the reason was because Sean reminds them so much of Arthur when he was younger and more fun - less stressed and responsible than he is now. [You'll mostly likely see Mac tackling the Irish weasel or just lifting him up completely unprompted - ]
. Mac is the oldest, but Davey is the tallest . Sudden growth spurt during their teens and Mac is still not happy about it [ especially when people think Davey is the oldest out of the two. ]
. For some reason I cannot get the image of Davey wielding an axe and him hacking people with it out of my head so my personal headcanon is that he uses one - on special occasions! Just stay very clear of Davey when he has one cause it means there is going to be a bloodbath.
Warnings: a mild innuendo (just Sean being his crude self you know how he is)
“I suppose we should all be headin’ east then,” Hosea remarks, stuffing the remnants of his ingredients in his bag. “It's a long ways from, egh, here to Saint Denis...” He turns over on his side, swinging his legs and grunting.
Both younger men instinctively reach out toward Hosea, and a shadow is cast over the sickly man; Sean’s massive hand retreats back to his side sheepishly after the others’ eyes are drawn to it. Hosea trusts Arthur with the delicate operation of helping him up, and he whistles for Silver Dollar as Arthur lifts him up onto the approaching steed.
Sean stays perfectly still, watching the two men below him as Hosea gets adjusted in the saddle of his horse before he makes any moves. The old man seems to compose himself, eventually attempting to stand.
Now, Arthur wouldn't even remotely say he has gotten used to Sean’s titanic size, but he watches as Sean slowly rises to his feet, massive digits like poles digging into the ground as he pushes himself up with them, the simple movements sending gusts of air against his clothes, and any remote sense of familiarity with the situation flees. His breath hitches in his throat as Sean’s head ascends like a massive balloon which rockets to the sky in a matter of seconds. There isn’t any time to really process that, however, as the resounding tremors from Sean’s boots colliding with the earth force his attention, knocking Arthur off his feet and into the grass, landing on his back with a shout. His gaze is thrust skyward again, the view of the younger man’s head now smaller in the distance a harrowing reminder of the sheer enormity and power his friend now possesses. He urgently pushes away burgeoning questions about Sean's exact magnitude, saving them for a time when he isn't about to lose his breakfast.
“Christ, what a view! I can see Mount Shann from here!”
Sean grins.
The earth is pummeled underneath his mighty boots once again, the grass where he once stood flattened as the Irishman turns around to face the opposite direction.
“And that's Mount Hagen that way, yeah? Gorgeous from up here.”
He whistles, awestruck.
“Bloody magnificent. The kinda view a fella goes outta his way for. Don't even have to brave the cold for it, unlike you unfortunate bastards.”
All the while, Arthur wishes to wipe that childlike smile right off his face.
“We ain't got time for sightseein’, so I suggest we get a move on. And keep those big feet of yours far away from the rest of us while we ride.” Arthur mounts his horse, giving it a good pat on the neck for comfort.
“Of course.”
Sean looks down at the pair, with his focus on Hosea who is adjusting himself in the saddle.
“And tread lightly. We don't need these horses spooked again, buckin’ us off.”
“I hear ya, Morgan. No worries, I’ll be light as a feather on a blustery day. You won't even notice a difference.”
Hosea turns his head away, looking out at the road ahead. “Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Gee up!”
The horses start off, and Sean whistles for his horse to follow, Ennis trotting carefully behind him. He maintains a safe distance from the other two, what must be a quarter-mile off to the side. With each step the redhead takes, both Arthur and Hosea bounce slightly in their saddles. Arthur would almost be amused if he weren't so tense, but at least it doesn't seem to bother Hosea’s hurt leg. Hell, he thinks he hears a soft laugh coming from in front of him, so Arthur can't be too assed to care. And as he glances over at the walking tower next to them, he doubts Sean even notices; the pride in his step and the giddy look he wears show that's the least of his concerns. Within seconds, Sean’s ahead of the two, having to stop in his tracks when he notices them lagging behind.
“Could you slow down, this ain't a race!”
“Okay. Though I bet I’d win that one!”
he teases.
Hosea huffs.
“You alright there, Hosea?” asks Arthur, bringing his horse to ride beside him.
“Pretty much. I’ll make it to Saint Denis just fine.”
“You sure you feel like travelling that far?”
“I'm okay with it. I hear they got a new doctor in town, a good one. And with all that mess you boys stirred up in Valentine, I’d rather not get shot at.”
“And what about Sean?”
“Well,” Hosea pauses, “hopefully our merchant friend is still in Rhodes, and maybe he can tell us what in the blazes he’s sold us, and more importantly, how we can fix it.”
“Take all the time ya need!”
Sean interjects, still keeping a good distance from the pair. His voice carries easily even at a lower volume, and slight echoes trail behind his every word.
“I’m in no big hurry! From now on, it's no more ‘Little Mister Macguire!’ Hell, I’m a living legend! You can call me Seán McCool, The Ginger Giant!”
he booms, thumb pointed haughtily toward his chest.
“Don't let that extra height go to yer head,” Arthur shouts in his direction. “We need you to listen, now more than ever. You ain't got no more of that moonshine, right?”
“Don't think so. I won't drink another drop, cross me heart.”
He traces a cross on his heart with his finger sincerely.
“Heh, maybe it was that mixin’ drinks Bill was talkin’ about, eh?”
he jokes.
“You think moonshine and whiskey can do stuff like this?”
“In the sense o' wakin’ up with a massive headache,” Arthur coughs, “I believe so.”
A squelching rumble rolls across the sky like thunder, and Hosea smirks. "Sounds like someone's hungry."
"Guess so."
Sean glances at Hosea, his smile somewhat dissolving with concern.
"Whaddya suppose I'll eat at this size, huh?"
"You could always eat Micah," Arthur jokes.
"That lump o' shite? No thanks, I'd rather feast on street rats."
Sean scowls, giggling.
Hosea laughs along. "Least you wouldn't be hungry anymore. 'Course, I don't think Dutch'd be too happy with ya if you ate his favorite new recruit."
"Nah, I could come up with plenty o' better ways to dispose of that turd."
"I'm sure you could, but uh, spare us the details.”
Sean laughs.
“Alrighty then.”
The tremors and slight bounce from Sean's step become rhythmic to them, a pattern which could almost be described as soothing if it wasn't so ridiculous. The ride is long, but for Arthur, it’s too long, and as they cross into Lemoyne, he’d already made his decision, clearing his throat to speak loudly and clearly to the giant.
“You know you ain't gonna be able to go with us all the way, right? I don't think having a giant rampaging through the city fits the description of lyin' low,” he calls out with an assertive tone to get his point across.
“Of course, but I gotta admit, the idea of rampaging through the streets like some vicious monster don’t sound too bad to me right now, ha!”
Sean replies whimsically.
“Don’t get any ideas,” Arthur exclaims. “You’ll get your chances later, I’m sure. When we split off, you need to head straight to camp, No detours, no stompin’ off elsewhere. And when you get there, you stay put ‘til we get back.”
“Yeah, yeah, I was only jokin’. No harm done. Can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they see me! Heh, I bet Karen's going to swoon!”
“Knock it off. Hosea, you feel like stoppin’ by Rhodes?” Arthur asks, detecting a low wheeze from the older man with every step the giant takes.
“Yes… I think now is a good point to split up. SEAN?!”
The redhead comes to a halt, turning his head.
“Yes, Hosea?”
“We’re close enough to camp, if you can find your way back. There’s a crossroads up ahead. We can stable Ennis for you.”
“Why? He’ll be just fine at camp.”
“You really intend on takin’ him with you?” Arthur asks, bemused, and slightly jarred by the absence of the pulsing vibrations Sean’s stroll produced.
“Sure! Wouldn't want to leave him in a stranger’s hands.”
With little warning, enormous fingers descend down on the group, flexible poles making quick work of lifting the bucking steed Ennis, who only starts his fighting once the swift digits fold around him.
“Ah, Got him! Ah, don't be frightened, now,”
he coos, lifting the horse up dozens of feet. Glancing at him sympathetically, he runs his finger along Ennis’s mane in a specific pattern, a technique that seems to do the trick, as the stallion’s cries hush to a happy nicker.
“Good, good boy, yeah...”
He eases Ennis into his pocket, and the horse brays, finding a comfortable place to rest. Sean snickers.
“Looks like he’s already made himself at home.”
Arthur peers over at Hosea, who shrugs his shoulders. He sighs. “Okay, well, remember what we talked about.”
“Yeah, I know, straight to camp. I heard ya.”
Sean begins walking toward Clemens Point, resuming the pattern of earthquakes.
“And watch where you're goin’!!!” Arthur shouts in the Irishman’s direction.
“Okay, English. I’ll see you fellas later.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Boy, is it great being a giant. Even greater being free of the incessant nagging of Arthur. Sure, he loves the stoic, sarcastic outlaw and fellow gang member as a close brother, but Jesus, sometimes he’d act like all Sean could ever be in his eyes was a fool. He’ll show him otherwise, surely. Even more so now than ever before. He smiles, his eyes sharp with focus as he makes it over the next hill with a sort of mighty finesse.
As he's made enough progress toward camp and no longer feels the old guard breathing down his neck, he stands still for a moment and takes in a big gust of air through his nostrils, soaking in the high-altitude oxygen. He stretches towards the sun, taking in the scenery, his heart fluttering and renewed. The splitting headache he’d had upon waking is all but a distant memory, and perhaps pure adrenaline had dissolved it entirely.
However, his thirst remains, and he has to slurp several handfuls of water from a nearby pond just to be quenched. He believes he detects a few fish wriggling around in his mouth before he swallows, making him shudder. He's never eaten anything alive, save for a few bugs his Da had caught him eating as a young lad. He remembers it well, considering the bugs were poisonous. How was he to know?
Anyway, he rises, pushing the memory out of his mind for now. The land can now be traversed without effort, and Sean makes haste, no longer hindered by the sluggishness of others. He clears a few miles within a couple of minutes, and though from up here things certainly look much different, he can still make out where he is if he just follows the curvature of the roads. As he looks off into the distance, he thinks he spots a couple of riders on horseback, who quickly retreat at the sight of the giant. He cackles, wishing this feeling of invincibility would last forever.
Just then, a tiny, gravelly shriek rings out from what is perhaps a mile away. The call sounds familiar, perhaps too familiar, and Sean hastily stomps over, curious to confirm his suspicions.
Sure enough, he hears a squeaky “help!” which sounds a whole lot like John Marston.
As he steps forward, he keeps his eye out for him, paying special attention to where his boots land. Cries, barking and frantic gunshots ring out from behind an old rickety barn in the middle of an abandoned farmstead.
As he approaches the barn, the barks are reduced to whimpers, and several hounds scurry away like ants, their tails tucked between legs.
“What the hell?!” John yells.
Sean gets on his knees behind the barn, peering over it to the other side as his torso easily extends over the entirety of the structure, his face looming over what was certainly no other than little Marston, and Sean’s hands land on either side of John to support his massive body. Sean watches as John leaps, either from fright or the impact of Sean’s palms hitting the grass, he isn't sure, and as John turns his head upward, the Irishman is eager to greet him.
“Hiya, Scar Face!!!” Sean booms.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
The next thing his eyes catch sight of are the barrels of John’s pistols. Sean feels little pricks in his face as John fires rapidly, not sparing any bullets. Tears begin welling as one hits his eye, and the fire of rage courses through his veins. In one motion, he slams his colossal fist into the earth, pinning John between his fingers, one of them accidentally covering John's mouth so he can’t scream.
“Bloody hell!”
He can feel the bastard squirming against his hand, and the wriggling makes him a little uncomfortable. He clenches his fist tightly around John so he can’t move and raises him to eye level, plopping his own butt down on the ground.
“This how ya thank me?”
He winces, rubbing his eye.
“I just saved your fuckin’ life!”
“MMHPHMMHMPH-” John thrashes against his fleshy confines, his speech and breathing constricted by a humongous finger.
Tis now Sean realizes he’ll likely get a more comprehensible response if he releases his grip on his fellow outlaw (not that he’s particularly interested in hearing John mouth off at him,) so he holds out his other palm and lowers John down into it, watching the idiot stumble and fall onto his face, soon scooting back against Sean’s fingers.
“Puppies sure do love you, don't they?”
“Holy SHIT!!!” John heaves, trembling. “Sean, y-you're HUGE!!!” His gaze shifts back and forth from his platform, to the ground, to his captor’s face.
“Oh, jealous are we?”
“Shut the fuck up, asshole! You know damn well what I mean!” he cries.
“Serves ya right for fuckin’..”
he inhales sharply, continuing to poke at his eye with his free hand,
“shootin’ at me. Oh, I think you hit me eye.”
“Well.. well good, then, maybe it’ll make you a better shot. ” John stammers a bit, catching his breath, but keeps intense eye contact with Sean.
Sean chuckles in disbelief.
“And you think it's made you one? You opened fire at one of yer own brothers.”
“You would have done the same damn thing, being snuck up on like that. And we ain't brothers.” John seems to regain some of his usual bravado, attempting a wobbly stand on Sean's palm. At least the trigger-happy bastard doesn't look too badly hurt.
“Arsehole. Next time I’ll let the dogs scratch up the rest of your face, then you'll be even on both sides.”
John is silent for a moment, adjusting to the situation. When he speaks, the anger is drained out of his voice, and all that remains is confusion. “What in the hell happened to you?” John looks up at Sean in disbelief.
“A miracle happened, that's what. A right miracle. Now, if you'll excuse me,”
he lowers the hand John occupies down to the ground, startling him with a flinch and a soft ‘woah’,
“I’ve got to get to camp.”
“Camp, like this? Where’s Arthur? And Hosea?” John asks suspiciously, dismounting from Sean’s hand.
Sean hesitates a bit, forlorn.
“Ah, Hosea hurt his leg. So Arthur's escortin’ him to a doctor. To get a proper look at ‘im. They just told me to head back to camp. And what’s with you, out here all by yourself?”
Sean looms over him inquisitively, making the fellow back up a bit.
“I wasn't alone. Dutch sent us out on a lead, but somethin’ spooked Old Boy. Damn horse bucked me off. It's not like him.”
“Oh dear, he must've sensed the incoming attack. I always knew you were a dog person, Marston.”
When Sean stands, he watches John fall right on his arse. He can’t help but cackle; it’s amusing to have that effect on John for something as simple as getting on his feet.
“Careful there,” he teases. “Animals can reach your face better down there.”
John sighs, exasperated as he stands. “Old Boy will come back. I'm sure he knows his way back to camp now. The boys are probably lookin’ for me. Though I’m sure they’ll spot you first.”
And speak of the devil, spot him they do, as he detects a few familiar-looking blobs in the corner of the field on horseback. He stands still to avoid spooking the horses too much, yet bursting at the seams. As they come near, he grins down at them, now recognizing the figures- Bill, Charles, and Javier.
“Howdy, boys! Did ya miss me?”
“Good Lord!!!”
“¡Dios Mío!”
“Why him…”
“I know. I don't understand it either,” John groans. “But he says Hosea and Arthur told him to go to camp.”
“Is that what he told you?” Charles inquires.
John shrugs. “Yes.”
Charles glances up at the giant. “We’d better ride out ahead and warn everyone.”
“Can I ride with you? My horse ran off on me.”
“Sure.” Charles hoists John up onto Taima, who cries at the slight shuffling of the behemoth’s feet. “It's alright, girl.” He gives her a pat.
“Stay put for a minute. We’re gonna ride out ahead,” John shouts. “Lord knows they're gonna need a warning.”
“Are you kidding?” Javier laughs. “Kieran’s gonna piss his pants.”
The men retreat, except for Bill, who is caught staring a little too long before heading back.
Sean looks around, digging his heel in the dirt. Just for fun, he stomps his boot into the barn with a crash, laughing as his heart races. He kicks it back and forth, grinding the old wood with his boot. He kicks the wall a few dozen feet away, shattering it into pieces that get strewn across the field. Soon after his little rampage, he notices Javier in the distance, beckoning him over.
As he makes his way to camp and sees it in the distance, it looks so miniscule from this angle. He tries to conjure up ideas about the best way to introduce himself, stepping around the trees that conceal the gang’s existence, but as he finally approaches them, towering over camp and gleefully absorbing their bewildered little expressions, there’s only one greeting that comes to mind, one he just couldn't resist if he tried, so he puffs up his chest, and deepens his voice to sound grand and mighty (and just a wee bit silly).
I'VE READ N REREAD THIS NUMEROUS TIMES SO *CRACKS KNUCKLES* LET THE GUSHING OF EVERY BEAUTIFULLY PLACED DETAIL COMMENCE!!>:DDD
Okay warning this is a hell of a ramble so I'm sticking a "Keep reading" just incase asdfdsa <3
We're off to such a fine start because 👏👏 Honestly I find it so sweet that it's practically built into both Arthur AND Sean to help their outlaw dad out if he's struggling WHICH leads to AAAHH-!! Truly when it comes to g/t the shadow of a giant's mere hand can have one's heart racing just THINKING about it-!! Not to mention picturing Arthur n Hosea's reaction which I can only imagine as eyeing it with such caution, mayhaps even startled-! (And that would be only on the surface level-) BUT It's Sean's realization which is the kicker-!! Yes wouldn't want to cause any M o r e unintentional damage '':D
(Note - The fact Sean actually keeps his attention on Hosea during the journey is a real nice touch!)
It's with this sort of body language you can really paint a picture of anxiety, I know this because the fact Sean makes a genuine EFFORT to STAY "PERFECTLY" STILL REAAALLY SHOWS THAT!! (Gosh that must of took effort for a guy like Sean srly asdfdssd)
But oh ;w; if a hand bout twice maybe even three times your height is looming over you that HARDLY TAKES THE CAKE COMPARED TO A SHOWCASE OF FULL HEIGHT-!! Arthur was just BARELY wrapping his head around Sean's height while he was sitting AND NOW - Genuinely you've captured Arthur's mind bending experience as Sean stands SPECTACULARLY and noting the sort of effect he has on the terrain around him as he does-!!:000 (A fact Arthur doesn't even get a chance to process as he's knocked back to reality in the most literal sense when Sean stands up x'D)
You've got someone who's positively mortified with the situation compared to someone who is LOVING every second of it (I really find it neat you have such a fear filled perspective from Arthur and then have Sean excitedly describe his perspective like-IMAGINE the pretty view from such a height!!:0 again really neat asdfdsa)
BOY I've been waiting to see the effect of the guy's mere walking and you've done one HELL of a job-!! (Also I smiled at the fact despite just how anxiety inducing it must be for the folks that aren't you know A GIANT rn,,Hosea can still chuckle at the sheer absurdity xD Seriously that sounds just like Hosea to do so!)
Heck speaking of smiling I can't help but BEAM reading just how much fun Sean is having rn it's bloomin contagious I tells ya seeing him so happy-!!x'D Doing BIG grand gestures, in no rush to fix this and PROUDLY announcing his new title-!!ùwú
PFFT- Sorry but only one AND one voice alone could make Sean stop dead in his freakin tracks and that's Hosea's!!x'DD no matter what size he is-
Also damn I don't think I've ever read the concept of pocketing ANIMALS while giant!!:0 tinies for sure but pocketing a whole horse whom eventually gets comfortable in the fabric is kinda adorable ngl!x'D Sean being so caring with Ennis too is sweet- ("Without little warning" god that must of gave Arthur and Hosea such a scare ;n;)
Hey remember how I said I was beaming reading Sean's super excited dialogue from being so giant?:0 WELL NOW MY CHEEKS HURT CAUSE WE'VE GOT A FULL PERSPECTIVE IN EFFECT ASDSAS A perspective written to accurately too like (for example) with Arthur's nagging (something very clear in game where he barely shows ANY confidence for Sean's skills <:(( ) also it got a giggle out of me with the (poisonous) bug experiences asdfdsdf. One that genuinely sounds fitting for a guy like Sean back in his youth and TWO I love LOVE when writers give a hint and a nod to Sean's past or mention his beloved Da it's lovely to read <3
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OOOH THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS ENTIRE BLOOMIN SCENE-!! 👏👏👏👏💘💘💘💘❤❤❤ RIGHT FROM THE TOP THERE IS SOOOO MUCH TO UNPACK BECAUSE ASDFGFDSDF-
GOD-!! you've noted previously you worry of writing characters out of character BUT THIS SEEMS SO FREAKIN SPOT ON LIKE Y E S I have NO doubt whatsoever Sean would deploy the utmost care with his movements rn IF it meant surprising the daylights out of his brothers (Most DEFINITELY if that brother so happens to be John x'DD) Love love LOOOVE the mental Image of Sean bending over the barn-BODY EXTENDING ENTIRELY OVER IT BOY AND THEN PURPOSELY PLANTING HIS HANDS RIGHT NEXT TO JOHN ASDSASD The force from that action- one could only imagine:00
Aw joohn you can't shoot your own brother :(( shame on you- (Na honestly Sean if you were in the guy's shoes you'd do the EXACT same asdfdsa xDD) Sadly that just makes john situation so much worse, pissing off a giant and all :'D
The whole getting pinned before Sean yanks the guy up to eye level (SOMETHING WE'VE BEEN GIVEN A VERY CLEAR [And gorgeously drawn uwu] IMAGE OF IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER WITH ARTHUR -!! Shocked the guy's heart is still intact with the day he's had:0 getting chased by dogs then encountering a giant THEN realizing it's SEAN ASDSASDSA The whole scene with John in Sean's hand is FANTASTICALLY written-!! Barely keeping balance on the fleshy surface-the fact his eyes dart to the ground, said fleshy platform and his "captor" frequently AUGH-!! 👏👏👏 BRAVO YES YESYES!!QWQ
(Reading Sean complain about being shot in the eye [which fair must definitely hurt even if the bullets are small-] Is giving me such vivid flashbacks to that train robbery mission where he's hit in the head asdffdsdf like I can hear his tone of voice-THAT tone of voice while reading THIS dialogue asdfdsdf placing bets rn that he'll bring this up when Arthur gets back that John tried to BLIIIND him :''((( )
Also good lord I love reading the brotherly banter/jabs DESPITE the obvious and OVERWHELMING difference in dynamic and size:'D ( "A Miracle" you can sure say that again Sean ùwú)
(Also can I just say I adore the little touches? the soft "woah" from John as he's lowered to the ground or the fact he backs up as Sean leans over him, lil moments like that ground and make the situation feel all the more human it's marvelous <3)
Like John getting the wits scared out of him AGAIN when Sean shows his full height-!!👏👏👏 Also PFFT ASDFDSDFGFDS Charles' reaction got SUCH a wheeze outta me, I can already imagine him completely stone faced throughout this whole interaction xD
It's both so thrilling but at the same time rather terrifying watching Sean exercise what he's capable of, demolishing a structure within seconds and witnessing the sort of surge he gains from it:00 It reeeallly has you on pins and needles on how this strength is gonna be utilized in later chapters >U>!!!!
ALL SEAMLESSLY CONCLUDED WITH ONE HELL OF A CLIFFHANGER, A WHOLE STORM OF QUESTIONS OF WHATS TO COME AND THE REACTION OF THE CAMP ANND TOPPED WITH SEAN SILLINESS -!!
LADIES AND GENTS THATS HOW YOU END A GOD DAMN CHAPTER HOOOOLLLLY-👏👏👏👏💘💘💘🌟🌟🌟💗💗💗🖤🖤🖤💖💖💖💜💜💜💙💙💙
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