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Scribby let me do Delilah's room for funsies!!! shoutout to her for letting me go nuts while we called for a bit this was so chill and fun and ITS SO COZY FOR DELILAH

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closeups under the cut

5, 17, 25

ALSO FOR 17 TOO, POSSIBLY? WORSE OBJECTIVELY AND SUBJECTIVELY? (((BC I KNOW FOR A FACT WHAT DAISY CONSIDERS THE WORST IS NOT WHAT OTHERS WOULD CONSIDER THE WORST!!)))

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5) How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

I mean!! We've seen future Daisy. But even current Daisy does not have limits. She is willing to kill others, or throw people under the bus. If a person isn't specifically someone she cares for, then she doesn't give a shit what happens to them. I mean, in "Daisy is the new owner Remy's Ranch" future, she killed Remy, and she actually kind of LIKES Remy. (Likes him just as much as she dislikes him, but the point remains.)

She is not refraining from killing/sabotaging/stabbing people in the back because of moral standing. She refrain because it usually isnt helpful and makes a complicated situation she has to clean up.

She just doesn't have a goal that needs extreme measures at the moment.

17) What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Objectively the ranch!!! Losing her virginities forcefully! Going through the ear slime shit and having all control taken away from her!! Objectively, those are probably the worst things! She suffered through all of that!

Subjectively? From her perspective the worst was Robin's confession.

She goes to Remy's on purpose now. The ear slime sucked royally but she chose to keep it even though it would mean going through hell because she was kind of curious what would happen.

But Robin? I guess family doesnt mean anything? Parents disown you too. Family doesnt mean anything. People only want you around if they get something out of it. If someone is saying something else, they're lying.

25) What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Um... When she has that cold look in her eyes. its pretty hot. I'm gay.

Today's warm-up doodle: Scribby!  the green pencil in the show never really quite felt like Scribby to me, not without her paint splatters

"...David."

Gwen had just gotten home from work only to be beholden to this sight before her.

"Yes?"  He looks up innocently from his plate, fork still stuck in his salad.

"Am I going insane, or is there a bee sitting across from you?"  Gwen squints at the buzzing insect on the other side of the small table.  It- or he- waves at her before clicking his... tongue?  And pointing double fingerguns right at her.  

"His name is Jasper!"  David is far too cheerful over the statement as he gestures happily toward the bee in front of them.  "He's really sweet, you know-"

"David."  Gwen grabs him by the shoulders and forces him out of his seat.  She drags him out of the dining room, not before wagging her finger at the following bee and making the insect stay behind out of earshot.  As soon as they enter the next room, she turns back to the bright-eyed, still innocent looking man standing before her.  He speaks before she can get a word in.

"-Sweet like honey!  Get it?"  He giggles to himself as Gwen groans.  "Jasper said that about me, you know."

"David."  What little patience she had within her is immediately sapped out as she shakes him roughly.  "He is a bee!  A fucking bee!  Are you gonna tell me why the FUCK you're having dinner with a fucking BEE of all creatures!"

"Oh well," David stammers as Gwen continues to shake him, "y-you see, I'm going to h-help him sue the h-human race."

Gwen halts in her movements.

"You're trying.  To do.  What?"

"Sue the human race."  He holds his hands up in defense as he sees a familiar look of angry disbelief rise to her face.  "I'm trying to talk him out of it!  Honestly, it just seems like a grudge he has against this one beekeeper, so I'm trying to get him to see that he's just projecting a little bit?  That he's really just angry at this one person and-"

"David."  She takes a deep breath in.  A deep breath out.  And then she levels him with a glare.  "You.  Are.  A.  Florist!  Not a fucking lawyer!"

"I know!  I know."  He tries to placate her with a nervous grin, and it does nothing to soften her glare.  "But it's just- he has this kind of charm to him.  And he's really funny, and nice, and caring!  It really makes me wanna help him out, and plus he hangs around the shop and pollinates my flowers and keeps me company and-  He's just the nicest bee I've ever met!"

"He's the only bee you've ever met!"  Gwen throws her hands up in the air and groans.  "And why do you have him over for dinner?!"  

"Because he wanted to try human cuisine!"

"He's a fucking bee!"  She grabs his shoulders again to shake him.  "A bee, David!"

"Hey, is everything gravy in here?"  As if on cue, the now familiar bee flies into the room, looking from David to Gwen with a relaxed but concerned grin.  "I'm not interrupting anything important, am I?"

"No no, of course not!"  David tries to wave off Jasper's concern, much to Gwen's chagrin.  "We were just talking about your plan!"

"Oh yeah, I was hoping we'd talk about it more during dinner."  The bee lands easily on David's shoulder and leans against his neck.  "So I take it you're in on it too?"

"Define in on it."  Gwen crosses her arms and frowns.  "Suing the entire human race is impossible and unrealistic."

"Not with that kind of attitude."  Jasper snickers playfully as Gwen can feel her ire levels begin to increase.  "But Davey speaks mega highly of you, so I was thinking you could help us?"

"I really don't think I want to-"

"Please, Gwen, please?"  David catches her attention as he pleads with his eyes round and wide in a puppy-like way.  "You could help make things more reasonable!"

"Reasonable?  What-"  And then it clicks.  She looks at David’s pleading gaze and sighs in annoyance.  Of course he needs her help.  Idiot is too good at jumping to someone’s aid without thinking or planning.  "Oh.  Well, for starters, it'd be easier to start out small.  Focus on a particular group before moving onto larger things."  

"Laaame."  The bee rolls his eyes, and it takes all of Gwen's willpower not to squash him.  Seriously, what's this bee got that's got David so... like that?

"It'd be a whole lot less paperwork," she says slowly.  This gets the bee to pause for a moment.

"...Less paperwork?"

"Yeah."  She pinches the bridge of her nose as she ignores the fact that the bee knows what paperwork is.  "We start smaller, more manageable, and we deal with less paperwork."

"That sounds more... reasonable."  As the bee concedes, she can see David relax just a bit.  "I guess as long as that old fart gets his just desserts, that's what really matters in the end."

"I don't know what your deal is with this beekeeper, but I hope it's worth trying to sue someone over it."

"He's a bee owner," Jasper corrects, and there's a dark gleam in his eyes that makes Gwen realize how serious he is.  God, why is she having a conversation with a bee again?

"Yeah, whatever."  She tries to wave the conversation away because god, this is starting to drain the hell out of her.  "I came here for dinner, not a legal fucking party.  Unless you ate my share of the meal."

"Me?"  Jasper gestures to himself and shakes his head.  "Nah, that wouldn't be very bee-coming of me to do."

Auuuuuugh.

David giggles at the pun, because of course he does.  "Jasp, gosh!"

"What?  I can't help that I'm good at winging these."

"Oh my god please do not tell me you are going to continue with those shitty puns."  She shoves the two of them towards their sad excuse of a dining room and sits David back down in his seat before another pun slips out.  Jasper flies back to his own seat as Gwen quickly makes a plate for herself.  As she sits next to her roommate, David and Jasper resume whatever conversation they were having before she returned home.  She looks between David and Jasper.

None of it makes sense.

No, actually, it makes a little bit of sense.  They probably met at David's shop.  Probably accidentally hit it off since David's the kind of person to care about every creature that crosses his path.  And somehow, this bee wormed his way into David's heart.

Which is.

Okay, so she doesn't want to judge.  But she also kind of wants to.  Because it's weird right?  It's weird?  Whatever fucking vibe they got going on, it's weird, right?

God, is this going to be her life now?  Talking bees and a roommate who's apparently into said talking bees?

"Uh, Earth to Gwen?"  She would say that a tiny hand was being waved in front of her, but she can barely see Jasper himself as he perches on her nose and makes her go cross eyed.  "I was just saying, I hope you don't mind me crashing here for the night."

Sure.  Cool.  Fine.  Of course.

"Why not."

"Rad."  The bee flies off to land on David's shoulder, and oh God, this really is her life now, isn't it.  "Nice to meet ya, new roomie."

"Uh huh, yeah."

She needs a drink.

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