#noisester

HAMMY'S POSTING. Finally... one of my favorite memes redrawn with these guys. Shoutout to @noisester and @impastaalert for their feedback, I wouldn't have gotten this far without them! 😊 As an extra, here's a dynamic triangle (text below since my handwriting sucks).

Odd. It's like something that shouldn't happen... happened.

Prompt.

🌈 • A blog that always brings fun vibes.

HAMMY'S POSTING. C'mon man, @noisester is the funniest guy in the room easily. 'But Pizzelle disagrees— ', this isn't about him. Idk, it could be because I'm always pestering him in DMs, but Wyrm's a natural at being funny and writing The Noise, stuff that goes hand-in-hand. Legit, I will never NOT say it, our thread is one of my favorites I've ever been a part of and it has marked a before and after in the way I write Pizzelle. Probably because he can't stand the guy but, again, this ain't about him. I wish I could be THAT funny and quick-witted when it comes to Dash Commentary, because I'll laugh at my own nonsense but I highkey doubt most people find it as funny as I do.

😭 • Someone whose writing always hits you emotionally.

" He's not funny. " Wow. He didn't even hesitate there. And neither he held his eyes back from rolling. " He's loud and crass— " And bold, and brash, just not in a good way. " —and I was waaay better off not knowing he exists. " How strange. " As if I wanted to know— did I ever ask about alternate timelines? No, I have a LOT in my plate as is. " Literally and figuratively speaking, he didn't stutter. He meant each and every word.

Even if he'd never say it out loud, Pizzelle's time in showbiz helped him spot certain types of people from a mile away. The ones that hide behind, and heavily-depend on, an in-your-face persona not to face whatever they've got going on. That was what that guy was, a character that overstayed his welcome long time ago.

" I know he looks down on me, I'm— I'm not stupid. " Why did he have to look just like him yet be like that? " Not like it bothers me, I'm sure he's just overcompensating over... w-whatever that Italian did to him— I don't know. "

Normally, he would sympathize with his doppelgänger on that. Pizzano could be a lot sometimes. However, from what he could gather from their encounter, it sounded warranted. Their interaction was brief in comparison, so that Peppino guy must have it rough! Now that was somebody the candy maker could sympathize with.

At least he got out of that Tower. Or that was his guess (which, for the sake of his own sanity, better be correct) considering how... purposefully vague that guy had been.

" ...At least he gave me a good race. " A beat. " For a bit. I... don't know what I was expecting from someone like him. " Nobody wants to race fair and square in this Spire, not if it doesn't involve trying to kill him, capture him, take his stuff, or cause him grievous amounts of bodily harm. " Of course he had bombs too— no wonder I thought he worked for Pizzano. " It was... uncanny. How even his other self would pull such a trick on him, in spite of sharing so many similarities.

It was no wonder he wasn't a fan of his antics. That could've easily been him if things didn't... go wrong back then. Trust no one, not even yourself; and make that double.

He just straight out shoves a lollipop inside his mouth. He did it in a real sweet stab motion, if you catch his drift.

He started digging into one of his ears with his pinky finger. Cue a pause. " ...Quit-a being so loud, Stinky! " He was on his Pizzano-Mandated Lunch Break™— how come his ears were ringing all of a sudden?

Excuse him? He wasn't making any noise? What's he getting accused for?!

Oh, oh boy— he's challenging him to a race? Without knowing the layout? He better be good at cheating because he's going to need it to have the slightest of chances.