#night rambles

Like yeah they don’t like each other, of course that’s gonna make the idea of shipping them together interesting. Are you really using reality when your ship barely interacts from time to time and aren’t even friends?

It’s not about the fact Max and George don’t have a good relationship, it just makes you feel morally superior and like you’re better for shipping lestappen (who don’t exist either btw and a reminder that you know nothing about those two men you’re shipping and they certainly don’t have the proximity you’re dreaming they’d have).

RPF ships are all just fantasy, people are allowed to ship whatever they want, and you’re certainly not better because what you ship is more healthy or whatever. It’s all not real, it’s all fiction.

I won’t mention, nor shit on people who do enjoy the ship because I don’t wanna stoop to the harasser’s level + why the hell would i ever ruin someone’s fun/happiness…but damn it really is a shame.

Such good work/art etc I won’t ever consume just because of bad memories and one awful person.

Anyway if you’re not gonna be nice!! Keep it yourself !! LOL! Let people enjoy what they like even if you don’t fw it 😭 like u don’t gotta be weird….

You know how to do potrait, why you always draw a dumb thing instead of do a serious painting? Was a question I sometimes got from a very young artist.

Well, I think it simply because that dumb things make me happy. It makes me giggle and cackling like a madman while I draw. and in turn, perhaps someone out there needed the same little joy to make their day a bit brighter with laugh.

Art can be like that, a silly little thing, a small joy, instead of a grandeur like monalisa. I still do a potrait here and there for practice, and it often incredibly cliche as I keep drawing whoever I like, again and again just for the sake of that joy. It would be a lie if I say I practice with potrait for better capturing diversity or study anything seriously. I found myself chasing the satisfying part of creating something I like and sharing it with people first, before the studious aspect of doing potrait for the sake of "perfecting" my art. What is perfect anyway? What is better? I guess there is no finish line.

I saw a lot of self taught young artist nowadays, at least from where I come, tend to put themself against this impossible race to prove who can draw better, who's having a better artstyle, and who can reach that pinnacle of potrait study faster. Worst, I met one or two who spiralling into depression because they think they are not talented enough after two failed attempt at realism potrait.

You just need to draw. Keep drawing. Draw something you like. Draw whatever dumb idea in your head, laugh with it. It doesn't need to be perfect. It certainly doesn't need to be something as big as a potrait study.

(Continuation of Rain's POV) Wish's expression turned to concern as Rain seemed to be floundering to get his words right. He could understand as much. They dont often-.. er.. ever, come across others out here, so this was a shock to all three of them.

As per usual, Reconstruct was awful when it came to any social interactions, and as such, not helpful in this situation what so ever.

'Come on there has to be something…!'

Wish's thoughts were interrupted by an idea that struck him. Reaching into one of his back pockets, he pulled out a small bag- dull in color, with the word "jerky" blurred across the side. Upon opening it, the smell of spiced dried meat came wafting from it. Putting on his best face, trying to look as least intimidating as possible (not that he ever could pull off such a look), he held the bag out to the boy.

"Oh! Are you hungry, maybe? Here! I have plenty of jerky, youre welcome to have some! No need to be shy, please help yourself!" The Eevee nudged the bag in Rain's direction, trying to entice him to take a piece. "Its really good~" he added with a playful tune.

He figured some food might ease the boy's nerves and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able relax around them. After all, who knows how long he'd been out here!

"Great.. youre giving him our food now, too.." Came the gruff voice of Reconstruct as he made himself reluctantly join the conversation. He reached into the offered (not to him) bag, and taking out a piece of jerky.

"…Would you like some too…?" Wish asked dryly, trying very hard to keep the sarcasm out of his tone.

"Well since you offered.." Reconstruct replied unbothered, biting down onto the dried meat, and tearing off a piece as he chewed it over.

Wish closed his eyes momentarily, drawing in a calming breath, giving up on any argument before it had even started.

Anyway..

"So, are you lost?" Wish tried again, then realized that was a silly question. "Oh- well I mean, its just that we dont see people out here very often-"

"Ever." Reconstruct interjected. "No one else should be out here"

"B-but.. you two are out here..?" Rain added, pointing out the hypocrisy.

Reconstruct only spared him a sharp glare. He didnt need this boy's sass. (Even if he did make a point.)

"Oh… well, ah.. its…. complicated.." Wish muttered, looking sheepish as he scratched the back of his head.

"And none of your business-"

"Would you stop that?!" Wish hissed back at his partner. "Youre not helping.."

Reconstruct shrugged indifferently.

Wish glanced back at Rain in the same concerned face as before, then back to Reconstruct. He kept his voice low, even tho there was little point as Rain was standing right in front of him, so any secrecy wasnt going to be very secret. "We should help him.. But where do we even start..?"

Finishing off his piece of jerky, and helping himself to another, Reconstruct didnt appear to share the same concern.

"I tell you what.." he started, "Since youre the one that found him, you can be the one to deal with him." He added a less than playful slap on Wish's back, the force causing the Eevee hybrid to stumble forward, thankfully catching himself before he fell over.

"W-well- Wait- What are you going to be doing, then??" Wish asked, confused.

"Hm? Oh im not dealing with whatever this is. You let me know when you figure it out." With that the Silvally hybrid washed his hands of the situation, excusing himself from the conversation. He walked a few feet away and found himself a spot on the desolate rock, making himself quite comfy on the ground; laying on his side, back turned to the other boys, and continuing eating the piece of jerky.

Wish's ears and tail wilted in defeat. He looked back to Rain who was looking even more confused now. He really wanted to put his mind at ease. After all, how else could they help, if he was too wary to speak to them? Putting on smile, he shuffled himself to be a bit closer (but not too close).

"Dont worry about him. He's a little rough around the edges but he's actually really nice once you get to know him."

There was a loud huff of disagreement.

Wish smirked in his small victory, even if it was only temporary. Now to get back to the matter at hand.

"So.. Uh.. How about we start this over, hm?" Wish cleared his throat, straightening up. "Hi! My name is Wish. You seem to be lost. Perhaps we can help you get home?"