chapter 1: my name is jake. I can’t tell you my real name, because I’m the leader of a special group of kids… we’re called the Animorphs. Because we morph into animals and fight aliens.
chapter 16: ‘god, please don’t do this,’ i begged on my knees. Visser Three had all of my loved ones hanging from his claws in his multi-armed alien morph and was slowly squeezing the life out of them. ‘you must either choose them, jake, or the rest of your planet.’ i couldn’t take it. i started to morph into a cockroach.
chapter 23: as i felt my own brain slither down my throat and into my torso to reform into my digestive system, my bones also began to dissolve into dust inside my skin. my eyes shrunk back into my skull and i could see into eternity- i could see my own mind, taken over by the yeerk. i had already taken my last breath as a free creature, now i saw my last vision as a being of this dimension. suddenly, i was gone. and my parents would never even know i had died. was saving the world worth this? i wondered, if anyone on this planet could be forced to prioritize one life over another, what choice would they make? how can any decision be right, or wrong? i closed my mind off, and fell into eternal sleep, my last echoes of thought being of how humanity continued to live on, but not truly alive.
chapter 26: ‘hey, bro, wanna go to mc d’s and grab some fries?’ marco asked, riding by on his skateboard. ‘yeah, that’d be totally radical!’ i answered, whipping out my own razor scooter. as i pulled a nasty kickflip, i felt eyes watching me. turning around, i saw my own dog, and thought of the horrible truth only i knew. we went to the mall to get big macs. it was a good day to not be dead.
(teleports to 13th century europe) Nobody on their phones. What a beautiful sight :) (peasant beside me cherishes his last gasp of amazement at my clean ass jordans as he dies of common fever)
I’ve seen posts about digital artists problems, and traditional artists problems, but I’d like to make a post about some of the frustrations that arise when your both.
I’m either good at drawing in my sketchbook or I’m good at drawing on my intuos, I just can’t be both.
I have to pick the canvas size???
Going to lineart something digitally that you sketched on paper but by the time you’re about done it looks like trash.
“AGH WRONG LAYER”
“hhnnnNNNNGGGG THIS DOESN’T HAVE” LAYERS”
“I’VE BEEN COLORING FOR SO LONG I FORGOT HOW TO SKETCH”
I wanna draw on the computer but I’m scrolling on tumblr instead
I wanna draw in my book but it’s on the other side of the room and I’m too lazy to go get it
“Where’s my wacom pen??” meets “where’s a fricking eraser????”
so they released a few videos on how pokemon follow behind you in Pokemon Let’s Go and its like:
Venusaur jumping like a frog!! good stuff i can support this
Electrode just slowly rolls behind you, can’t ask for much from this round friend!
…then it cuts to Caterpie and just
IT CANT EVEN KEEP UP. I’M DEAD SOMEONE PLEASE HELP THIS WORM
PICK IT UP OR SOMETHING AM I GOING TO HAVE TO SPEND THE WHOLE GAME CONSTANTLY SLOWING DOWN SO I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE GUILT OF LEAVING MY DEFENSELESS WORM BEHIND ME???
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