enjoy my derping


Aaaaaand I did it! @ask-ritsuka-tachibana​ the crack will never leave us, I suppose! xD

poor Maksis tho, with the super glue and Keisuke’s pictures all over him! lmao

There’s something deeply refreshing about trying to draw in the style of this show…. I’d really like to do more of these after this one.

Civilian by Wye Oak - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQ7eteTvXDI

If I ever had to pick a song to describe Clair, that would be it. Hands down.

“I am nothing without pretend
I know my faults, can’t live with them
I am nothing without a man
I know my thoughts but I can’t hide them

I still keep my baby teeth
In the bedside table with my jewelry
You still sleep in the bed with me
My jewelry and my baby teeth

I don’t need another friend
When most of them, I can barely keep up with them
Perfectly able to hold my own hand
But I still can’t kiss my own neck

I wanted to give you everything
But I still stand in awe of superficial things
I wanted to love you like my mother’s
Mother’s mothers did

(If you’d like to read my fanfiction and haven’t, I’d suggest doing that first before reading the text below! Can be found on FF.net and here -> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10364912/1/My-Darling-Bride)

* possible trigger warning

I draw a lot of funny doodles for my fanfiction, but I felt it needed something a little more real. I portray Clair in my art as being pretty snarky, but I do that to give a lighter tone to a serious issue, one that I myself am not entirely comfortable with.

Clair is a character who was severely abused by her husband, and ended up killing him when he wanted to have children. She believed they would have ended up just as abused as she was. This is how she eventually ended up in Mount Massive Asylum - where she has to endure a new, and old, pain. I wanted this character to be sympathetic and realistic, but also frustrating. Clair makes horrible decisions throughout the story, is constantly triggered by Eddie Gluskin during her stay (In case you thought this was a love story, HA.), and can be overly trusting and self-doubting. I do this, because I like characters who are more than a self insert, and who sometimes choose not to be selfless. One of the dynamics I like about Clair and Eddie is they share a similar experience, and though Eddie isn’t lucid enough to make that connection, Clair is. Though not a love story, there is an interesting relationship that develops between the two. (and sex, but that’s just because I’m a bad person.)

I would like to have this be a general warning to my current readers - this story does have some possible triggers in it. I don’t try and make them as horrific as possible, but I do try and make them real. I hope you all continue reading as I really do love how this story is developing!

(Also enjoy my crappy speed painting derp - no one’s going to like it because it doesn’t have Mr. Eddie Gluskin in it. I don’t blame you.)

Mink drives home after a long day of work. Its late, the road is dark, the headlights on Mink’s truck being the only light on the road, except a soft glow in the distance. He’s a little concerned that it might be fire in the forest, but the lack of the scent of burning says otherwise. As he drives closer to his home, the light steadily becomes brighter, and he becomes more confused as he draws closer. What is that? Finally he rounds the bend to his home, and lo and behold, his house is beyond decorated with Christmas lights.

Mink steps out of his truck, eyes locked on the glowing structure that is his house. There’s only one person that could be responsible for this.

“Merry Christmas Mink-san!” Clear comes bursting out of the house, smiling brighter than lights almost. Clear bounds up to him and plants a kiss on his cheek.

“Do you like it? I thought it would be nice to decorate the house and surprise you.” Well, Mink was definitely surprised.

“Its nice, but excessive."Mink tries to put gently.

Clear’s face drops and bit, he turns to house, and gives it a once over.

There were lights lined in rows covering nearly every square inch of surface of the house, in all various colors. They were on the roof, the chimney, the porch, the outer window pane, no surface was left without a glow of light. Clear gave a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, his mind recalling how enthusiastic he was about decorating.

"I guess I did get carried away a bit.” A strong arm wrapped around Clear’s shoulder pulling him closer to warmth, and a set of lips softly touched his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Mink’s voice spoke lowly in his ear. Clear turned to see his lover’s face with a warm smile, his handsome features highlighted by the glow of the house. Mink unwrapped his from around Clear.

“Let’s go inside, these need to be turned off before they start a fire.” A small ‘aww’ from Clear is heard. “Tomorrow we’ll take some of these down, and redecorate together.” An approving hum from Clear, and the two start their way into the warm brightly lit home.


In which yes, the inside is just as overdecorated as the outside, and Mink is slowly beginning to realize he may have to watch Clear’s spending habits.


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