I Was Gonna Draw Something Super Angsty And Then I Drew A Martin Instead

More shuttle for you. Pencil drawing with color in Copic markers on paper. Most of my formal training in drawing was in architecture, and it’s pretty clear for better or worse I do draw like an architect still.

made some pixelart of Scorch uvu

House MD episode in 2024: House drags Wilson to a medical conference on queer healthcare. House's constant homophobic commentary makes Wilson want to die but when he tries to give people apologetic looks, he realizes that they don't look offended at all, they're actually laughing at the jokes. Later when they try to hit on women at the hotel bar they learn that everyone at the conference thought they were just a gay couple getting a bit silly with it.

Aypierre's letter to Tubbo

Dear Tubbo,

I am taking a moment to recognize acknowledge our rivalry dynamics, which has fueled our competition, and has added a certain excitement to our interactions. As we navigate the world of business and prosperity, I feel the need to remind you of an unshakeable truth: I will always be richer.

Your thirst of conquest id admirable, I admit it. However, it is important to keep in mind that, despite all of your efforts, you will never be able to reach my level. I am at the top of the pyramid, and your place is far below mine.

That being said, I would like to show my respect for your creations and your entrepreneurial initiatives. While you may never rival my wealth and influence, I recognize your talent and determination to build something significant.

Our rivalry is stimulating, I admit. It pushes us to push our limits and to always aim higher. Even as we challenge each other, I can't help but feel a certain admiration for your tenacity and your resilience.

Keep pursuing your objectives with relentlessness, Tubbo, because it is in this rivalry that we find our motivation. But always remember your place in this hierarchy: always below mine.

In anticipation of our next confrontations,

Aypierre

please no more electron config

Pomme and her egg :]

I made my own palette challenge! :D (Bonus points if you can guess the theme, lol)

Ko-fi

which could mean nothing

(Anyway.)

Soulfire was tired.

The day had been shit, but they somehow had pulled it through. Tubbo's strategy of sleeping hidden in the Center and tricking the collar into not counting his time had worked, and now they had another win under their belt.

They had done it, somehow.

They felt empty anyway, as they kept being day after day. But at least this time, they had accomplished something.

The team pilled on the small bed in their protected square. Missa and Rivers were layed on the ground next by, sprawled around. Niki, Lenay and Pol leaned on each other as they slept. Pierre had passed out right as he had arrived back, snoozing by Pac's side, the other having found a comfortable place to stay.

Tina, Tubbo and Bad were having a tea as their time ran out.

Tina had already left the thermos ready for tomorrow, full and warm and sweet to pepper her team up first thing. Tubbo has plans sketched on handmade paper, planning how to escape destruction next day. Bad was sipping on his tea.

It wasn't sweet. It wasn't satisfying.

Etoiles was stuck underground.

If it was back home in the island, he'd helped Etoiles. Dropped anything to save his distressed friend. But he had just watched, holding a sword to ward off Roier, as Tubbo submitted their contract and guaranteed their win.

Bad wasn't feeling guilty at all, or as if it was unfair. It wasn't the part he felt unsatisfying.

He missed the blood. He wanted to fight.

And now he was thirsty. And tea wasn't enough.

"We need to rest too." Tina softly said, giving Tubbo a tap on his nose and picking the empty cup from Bad's hand.

"Yeah." Bad just brushed off, and soon Tubbo dragged him into the protected area, ignoring his protests.

Tubbo was very satisfied. His plan had worked. He had made his team win. He didn't care who he had to run over.

It was their win.

They deserved it.

He even managed to hold back Roier and Charlie, stale off time even if he died by the end.

Didn't matter. They were unmatched for the day.

Tina waited longer as she watched Tubbo and Bad being forced into sleep. She was the one with most time.

She hated that situation.

She hated everything.

Tina barely had Bagi today before the collar took her. Barely time to talk and touch and check on each other.

She sighed again, resting between Bad and Pac and waiting for the forced sleepiness to take over her body.

Tomorrow she'd have time again.

Tomorrow she'd talk with Bagi.

And. And maybe...

Maybe tomorrow would be satisfying.

Maybe tomorrow they wouldn't go to bed thirsty.