Ok first of all if you haven't already go read @pengychan 's fic Flat Dreams. It was the most commonly accepted Bill backstory until TBoB and is still my favorite fic ever written. This will make no sense if you haven't!
Whew! Still moving around but happy to have my tablet back. Of course immediately drew triangles. Was in a Liam mood for some reason so here's a take on a Liam-joins-Bill scenario! More doodles and rambles under the cut :]
Bottom left is my take on a Euclydian Liam. Irregulars aren't executed in Euclydia but they're sort of akin to fat people where they face constant, normalized discrimination and are often the butt of the joke. After birth, parents are socially pressured to attempt to fix their child's asymmetry via surgery or shape-correcting braces and are often made to feel ashamed if they cannot, a shame that transfers onto the Irregular once they reach adulthood.
Given how extreme Liam's asymmetry is, he would typically be a candidate for surgery, but the presence of the brick pattern on his longest angle indicates that that's where his lungs are (think of the pattern as something akin to gill slits or indents for spiracles; they breathe through the seams [source]), so instead he gets a brace.
It's not a very good brace. It's a cheap one for the lower class and pretty uncomfortable as all it really does is squeeze really hard. Not super happy with this design so have been brainstorming better ones; I hc Kryptos as having one of these braces too so he's my inspiration!
Bottom right is just the two Getting Scaredâ„¢ together. Bill has psychotic episodes, Liam has dissociative episodes, and it kinda ends up triggering them both in a big meltdown cycle. Bill starts clawing at his own face and behaving erratically -> this triggers Liam's fear of him and makes him dissociate -> Bill sees Liam's gone away which triggers his own terror of losing him again -> repeat forever!
Alas, as hard as it is being together, it's harder being apart
guys help what do i do???
Animator - I have a top-secret project in the works
Musician - I make music, not yet posted
Cartoonist
Fandom brainrot - I can't fit them here, and I can't think of them all at once
Teenager
Chronically online
She/her and they/them
I almost burned down a building once
I'm known for SCREECHING at the top of my lungs at random intervals
I'm obsessed with squares
I'm an expert at Thomas the Tank Engine fanfic
I play the bagpipes
My favorite movie is Monty Python and the Holy Grail
I like screaming at people on hotel balconies
My favorite show is Gravity Falls
I love writing about throwing children in meatgrinders
I'm the proud owner of 2 cats
I'm obsessed with a certain triangle man
My favorite food is salmon
My favorite song is 23 minutes long ("Echoes" by Pink Floyd)
I lived in Alaska for 7 years
I run on pure caffeine and the will of God
I like obscure 80s new wave bands
I like dad rock
I make really good cookies
I reproduce through mitosis
I like anything shiny and neon-colored
I worship an ancient Jewish carpenter; you might of heard of him
I don't know what I am, but I'm 95% sure I'm not neurotypical
I hate ceiling fans
I hate coconuts
*inhales* That's it.
Opening Tumblr on March 15th
I always see people talk about how cool becoming a cyborg would be, replacing parts of our flesh with metal and pistons and cool gadgets.
Why don't we talk more about the horror that is the opposite of that?
A computer who grafts lab-grown skin in patches onto their own form to feel. To experience a gentle and cool breeze passing by, or the oppressive sweat-inducing heat that their systems produce.
A robot with an organic eye to help them see as their creators once did. Imperfect, sure. But it seems to have quite an uneasy effect on organics, and doesn't that make it more than worth it?
A machine with blood coursing through its systems, flowing through the central chambers, in and out of its beating heart. Perhaps if the heart holds up, it could add lungs to help circulation.
A being that resembles a man at a distance, but upon closer inspection it is clear that he is instead a cacophony of skin, mismatched body parts and features, with just a few robotic limbs and mechanical parts visible. It smiles at you, the wide grin revealing that none of its teeth match.
He lurches toward you, hair from at least three different scalps falling carefree in front of its shoulders. You take a step back.
Where is the line drawn between cyborg and robot with human parts? Do you know? Does it know? Does anyone know?
It gets closer. You continue to retreat. Your back brushes against a wall.
You don't know where that line is, you've decided, but you're positive this individual has crossed it.
Having cornered you, it reaches its mechanical hand out, fingernails grafted on the metal tips. You blink, locked completely still from fear for just a few moments. It angles his hand in invitation. He wants you to take it. You hesitantly accept.
Under the metal you can feel . . . something, flowing, pulsing just beneath the surface wanting to escape. It's warm.
"Wh.. what do you want?" You manage to sputter out.
The being shakes your hand, his smile returning. "A friend," it replies.
Refuge.
Reblog daily for health and prosperity
making ai/computer character blinkies. pls recommend one if u want one for ur blorbo
complimentary edgar for whoever recommends one
my grubhub being delivered by a wizard or some sort of apostle
A RECLUSIVE CORNER OF THE INTERWEBS DEDICATED TO YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, THE GREAT HIGHLAND BAGPIPE (THE INSTRUMENT OF YOURS TRULY), ELECTRICITY, GEOMETRIC SHAPES - A BIG SPECIALITY IN CARTOONS INVOLVING STRANGE SQUARE CHARACTERS (ONLY BY YOURS TRULY, OF COURSE!!!!), AND - LAST BUT NOT LEAST - ORGAN TRAFFICKING (PERFORMED BY YOURS TRULY)!!!I AM ACCEPTING ART REQUESTS!!! SHOOT ME AN ASK!!! I HAVE MORE TIME ON MY HANDS THAN I KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH!!!EAT A COMPUTER TODAY!!!(She/they)
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