more reISH business. Talking to myself about what’s happening and what I’m doing and things that are changing on their own. I’m transcribing the junk I hand-wrote today and scraping a little extra out of it in the process.
bonus snippet at the end of it, whoo
In news that isn’t completely daily mundane garbage, I did writing on my breaks today~
Edgar continues to not want to be in this story, the poor bastard.
Things that are spoilers under here, I guess!
I made some ISH doodles in the last two hours of the day after screaming at myself to just draw all day.
I don’t know what my intent is with this post, I just want to talk or do something at this, about this, with this, something that isn’t just being sick and tired.
I was tagged ages ago to post the last/most recent line from a current fic and tag so many people and I’m not going to tag people because I don’t remember what the rules even were, but the most recently written ISH is:
“He hasn’t been himself for a long time.” This was the best to way to say ‘was dead and then had amnesia’ while unsure of whether she could handle that information.
Lines and things I enjoy from what’s already written out of context:
“Are you supposed to swear at kids?” Jimmy asked.
Devi glanced at him with one raised eyebrow. “The hell do you care?”
“It feels like tearing and red and splitting and December and violins.”
“Like committing violence, or-?”
“Violins!”
“Have you seen us play?”
“I saw you a long time before that.”
Edgar slowly sat down next to her and lowered his bag to the ground. “Really?”
She nodded, eyes closed. “Really. I’ve been watching since before they added you.”
Tenna clapped her hands together. “Okay, have any of us been alien pregnant?”
Jimmy looked startled. “Is that different from regular pregnant?”
“Uh, yeah, it means aliens did it.”
“Wouldn’t… wouldn’t we notice?”
“Dude, I don’t know how aliens work, I’m just covering all our bases.”
Jimmy bit his lip and glanced at his tablet. “Maybe I should call Dib.”
Edgar’s shoulders slumped in dismay. “Holy shit, do not call Dib about this.”
“Wouldn’t he know?” Jimmy asked. “Who else would know about being alien pregnant?”
Devi snatched the tablet from him. “Someone who has been. No one is alien pregnant and we’re not calling Dib.”
“Which is just what someone who has been alien pregnant would say,” Tenna said, grinning slyly.
“You do not want to go down this road, Ten.”
Even just reading bits of them again makes them feel all alive and close and nearby again. They’re in a story, but they still feel like they were my constant companions for a full year and and then just stopped and I love seeing them even if I don’t quite have the Anything to get them moving again just yet. But I hope those of you who love them too will wait for them~
