doritofalls hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet ā@suzthesnooze you recently made a profound reblog that i keep thinking...ā
i'm pretty sure the living statue in nils holgerson (based on russian traditions around father christmas i'm pretty sure??) was an entirely separate nightmare-fuel episode to the sunken city.
!!!oh youāre right!Ā yea i think my brain just welded two spooky episodes together XD
wasnāt the sunken city also the one, where nils couldnāt save the people trapped there? because they had been rich assholes before they got trapped?
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In October I drew @doritofallsĀ ās Serial Killer David AU for Goretober and while looking for old art of mine to redraw, I settled on this! Seeing as I hadnāt drawn Camp Camp fanart in a long time, I felt itād be a breath of fresh air (and it was, I had a lot of fun drawing it)!
Iām still not great at drawing blood, but Iām very happy with my improvement so far.
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CAN I?! (No gifs for this one because itās the crackiest of ships.)
hell no | how about no | eh | kinda cute i guess | thatās adorable | omg omg yes | otp | youāre fucking kidding right iām dying because of these two
(I wish there was anĀ āI hate how much I love itā option for that question.)
and iāll also tell you who:
proposes
Listen, the only way these garbage boys are getting married is if Daniel decides itās necessary to be good with his religion and/or Kevin needs money. (Or a green card; he might be one of those shifty illegal Canadians.) It would be framed as a practical, unromantic decision, the Flower Scouts would go absolutely nuts over it, and it would be the most extravagant wedding ever.Ā
Both of them would pretend it means less to them than it does, but Kevin remembers wanting a flowery wedding before his life went horribly wrong and Daniel, starting to think maybe his religion wasnāt always as right about everything as heād always thought, begins to feel like heās snagged onto the corner of something that had almost completely passed him by. One tiny shred of normal.
More than he deserves, for sure. More probably than either of them do. But heāll hold onto it, if only so he feels a little bit less more grounded on this impure plane heās stuck in.
shops for groceries
Well, assuming Daniel canāt set foot outside because heās wanted by the police (donāt ask how a wedding would happen in that case. Facts are not important right now), Kevin has to do the shopping. Besides, Daniel doesnāt know thing one about living on his own in normal company; he canāt tell what kind of detergentās the best.
(Neither can Kevin, but he can fake it much better. Less likely to start waving his knife around demanding to know why everything in this stupid horrible world has to be so complicated.)
kills the spiders
Kevinās a surprisingly gentle soul; he doesnāt have the heart to kill them. That doesnāt mean he wonāt let Daniel kill them, but he does draw the line at Danny playing with/examining their corpses. (Listen, Dan canāt go outside. Heās fucking bored, okay? At some point eviscerating spiders becomes less disgusting and more just a Thing to Do.)
comes home drunk at 3am
Kevin, but heās probably a pretty functional alcoholic so it doesnāt look much different than him sober. On the odd occasions Daniel drinks, of course, heās absolutely smashed (thank you, @directium, for this idea).
makes breakfast
Danielās tried to cook, once or twice; Kevin suggested it as a way to keep busy. The results were pretty disastrous, but for some weird reason Daniel got really into canning and pickling things. In addition to drugs, Kevin now sells jams/jellies/preservatives, olives, and many types of pickled vegetables. (Danielās thinking of moving on to drying things, like fruit. Kevinās apprehensive, but it keeps the murderer happy so heās just sorta letting it happen.)
This ā¦ doesnāt answer the question, at all. Do these two look like they eat normal breakfast? Let alone cook for each other?
remembers to feed the fish
They donāt keep fish. Kevin would probably forget about them, and Daniel ā¦ no one wants to think about what a bored Daniel might do alone in an apartment with fish.
decorates the apartment
Danielās really bored, okay? Thereās not much you can do with the junk in Kevinās apartment, but heās watching lots of upcycling videos on Youtube and has an unhealthy obsession with Pinterest and heās doing his best. The result is creepy, but oddly homey.
initiates duets
Daniel didnāt realize how much he missed singing until that battle with David. He doesnāt sing much, but sometimes heāll play the violin to himself when heās lonely. Kevin sings in the shower, but not very well and very quietly so no one can hear. He likes pop-country songs.
falls asleep first
Daniel doesnāt really sleep. Neither does Kevin. Or at least, neither of them make the decision to sleep. They spend a lot of nights watching the Food Network until they pass out on the couch/floor around 4 am and wake up at noonish.
sends the most selfies
They both have reasons to have as few photographs of themselves as possible, so ā¦ no.
makes the first move
Daniel, probably.
He doesnāt understand these feelings and he doesnāt know what to do about them and the only people he has to talk to are his roommatesā strange little children friends, who are full of ridiculous romantic notions about love and soulmates and none of it makes sense but itās ā itās compelling, okay? Riding on hormones heās not actively suppressing that make him feel like heās going through a second puberty ā not sure if Iām saying his cult gave him meds to control things like lust and feelings and stuff or if he just mentally shoved that stuff away but doesnāt give as much of a shit now, but either way heās opening his mind up to things he doesnāt understand and doesnāt like but theyāre very overwhelming and heās mad at Kevin and mad at the Ancient Ones and his priest and his family and himself and so one day Kevin comes home from work and Daniel just kisses him because thatās what they do on TV, and itās sloppy and awkward and Kevin doesnāt taste very good but it sparks something all the way down to Danielās toes.
When they break away Daniel rests his head on Kevinās shoulder and groans that this non-ascended realm is exhausting.
Kevin says heās the one thatās difficult, not the rest of the world.
Kevin might be right about that, but damned if Daniel will ever admit it.
plans spontaneous trips
Unless the trip weāre talking about isĀ āsurprise fleeing to Cuba to escape the authorities,ā I donāt see these trash babies going out much.
She looked around, obvious that she was a bit lost. Chicahua wasnāt familiar with the area as it was her first time reaping souls there.
Around her were so many buildings, each of them she found interesting and stunning compared to a lot that she had seen.
The city appeared like a jungle to her, a marble wonderland that overloaded the senses, even for a supernatural being such as herself.
When she arrived at the house, she let out a heavy sigh before knocking, glad that she hadnāt brought Micheal for this.
While they were partners she didnāt like reaping souls and often felt that it was easier to do without his eyes drilling a hole in the side of her head.
A woman came to the door, greeting Chicahua with a confused expression. Probably wasnāt expecting any visitors.
āIām sorry to intrude Ms.Withers, but I have to discuss some things regarding your health insurance policyā she said and held up a fake id card from the local insurance company.
The woman looked at her for a bit, her confused expression not lessening. Chicahua with her purple hair, youthful looks and freckled dark skin mustāve not invoked the image of an insurance agent in her mind.
Luckily it was the early morning and her judgement perhaps clouded so she invited her to come inside.
Ms.Withers walked with her to her kitchen and sat down as instructed while she made her some tea.
This never got any easier. It was never just a simple job. It was always chit chat, seeing the pictures of friends and family on their walls and hearing about their life.
Of course she could reap souls the quick and easy way, whilst they slept but she found it too tactless. Everyone deserved some dignity and respect during the process but it was this principal of hers that gave her this burden, the small tremble in her hands as she swung the scythe.
āSo whatās wrong with my insurance?ā Ms.Withers asked, putting down a cup of tea in front of Chicahua. An act of kindness that she appreciated but couldnāt express it.
āOh I just need you to sign some formsā
Out of the briefcase she brought she lifted some insurance documents she had printed up earlier.
āAh alrightā she said, her voice heavy with relief. āI thought it mightāve been something about my operation. You had me worried.ā
āOf course not, you can relaxā
Chicahua handed her the documents and took a sip on her cup of tea.
Chamomille tea, her favorite.
She enjoyed the quietness of this moment. She knew what was ahead and what she had to do but in this moment there was nothing but her cup of tea and this lovely home oozing with love and memories.
Time seemed to slow down with each sip and she just looked at Ms.Withers reading and signing the documents. Noticing her own freckles, her sickly complexion, the speck of paint in the corner of her face and her wedding ring.
She noticed these things and they painted a clear picture of who this woman before her was and why Chicahua was here.
āHere you go!ā She said and handed her the signed documents just as Chicahua finished her tea.
She always wanted to make some big speech with each person, sort of a last rites kind of thing but she was never much the talker or a person who expressed herself well.
It was her hope that the people she reaped knew how she felt.
So instead of giving a monotone speech about being sorry or wishing them a nice afterlife she just stood up abruptly and summoned her scythe into her hand, holding it with both of her shaking hands.
In this moment a lot was communicated and a lot wasnt. There was fear on the face of Ms.Withers but also a lot of other feelings.
Time stopped once more and Chicahua experienced the sinking of what would be her heart if she was still alive. A sort of burning sensation in the midst of her body.
āIt will be over soonā she thought to herself, closing her eyes.
One swing.
Thatās all it took.
It was just that simple and just that hard to reap a soul.
