I'm technically green to the whole ATA series & it's fandom... and I SWEAR I'm not trying to ship-bash (because as part of also being in the Sonic fandom, ik how much of a riot it can get sometimes)...

But can someone pls explain to me the logic behind WoolyManda? Can someone pls explain to me how a relationship between a 10-year-old televised girl and a 30-year-old man in a programmed-sheep's body (which may or may not be demon possessed in my theory) happens to work out?...

plus the concepts i made while writing

again - the highlighter ruined it

i don’t feel like context. they removed and sold his legs. that’s it. all that happened

H*meln training marcus or whatever BULLSHIT to make him less sensitive to noise (update - it made him more sensitive to noise)

marcus bonding with winnie/flower rebecca gave him/chompin sum PIE

too loud :(

IM THE ONE WHO SUFFERED MOST I NEVER WANTED A DAMN BABY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

in love with this side profile

i finished exams and school like. forever so i was gonna draw them doing that but that’s boring as shit so. funbun cosplay

old ask doodle

rp where marc and rewrite!marcus met

don’t like this one as much

various rps with rebecca

young!marcus - didn’t pick a specific age

tapemask designs that are straight ass

context (that i am not too proud of) - bro beat up wooly, played a lil dress up, got his shit rocked by containment!rebecca and hung out with a H*meln exec (EW)

how woolymanda first met as “babies”

some BULLSHIT i wrote on a whim last night. prooobably part of the way it was au but it’s good as a oneshot i guess??? the timeline isn’t all THERE but their dynamic in this one is like. their friendship isn’t COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY RUINED friendship but still toxic as hell failing friendship. amanda hates wooly but that’s more because they’ve had several fights where she noticed the gaslighting patterns with him. i wouldn’t say he’s betrayed her heavily yet

Amanda approached him as little as she could, speaking softly yet in the most “I don’t care” tone she could manage.

“Wherethe…sugarrr…?”

“…What???”

Amanda exhaled distraughtly before speaking in a slightly louder, more annoyed tone.

“Where’s the sugar?”

Wooly could only blink at her as he tried to pair the set of options in his mind together, his thin smile thinning out even more into a blank expression.

He knew perfectly well where the sugar was. The alleged fact that she didn’t even put him on edge a little. Did her brain not wake up with the rest of her? It was most likely that she was just out of it again, similar to those moments where she would near completely lose sense of everything around her and spiral out of control, even sometimes going as far as saying or thinking things that were just simply false, yet she swore up and down were true. It’s happened.

In this case it would be the easiest thing to just… tell her. He could just let her know and watch her get the sugar, probably crawl back into her room, or just anywhere away from him, leaving him alone, all alone, leaving the room and taking the sugar with her and not even bothering to say one more word to him let alone have a small conversation with who he KNEW was her best friend, shutting herself in her room and probably eating an unhealthy amount of sugar and probably poisoning herself and probably leaving no sugar left for him while he stayed by himself in the front room alone, all alone, by himself, with no one to talk to or be friends with despite the fact that if she just CARED she would bother t-

…

Or ALTERNATIVELY, he could… lie. Except for the small fact that Wooly was not one to lie. At least usually. He’d never had much reason to lie, and if he did, it was basically unimportant. But this seemed like a reason. She needed his help with something, and he was completely available to help her. To give her what she asked for. She asked for it.

And if there’s a reason, then it’s called for, isn’t it? There’s nothing wrong with lying if it’s for a greater good. There was certainly no HARM in this particular lie, as long as no one (she) caught on to it.

It was perfectly within reason. A small, insignificant little nudge to get their friendship back on track. Maybe that’s what they needed after all! Just a nudge. She certainly wasn’t going to open up by herself, she’s too immature for that. It was simply time for him to take action as the giving one in the friendship. That was all. For the sake of their friendship-

“Can you hurry up and answer me?”

His thin smile reappeared, but not so much that he would look unfaithful. “Nope.”

Amanda’s already fed up expression hardened as she tsked under her breath. Before she could respond, Wooly remembered to engage himself by standing up, trying not to act too excited in the motion.

“Buuut I could help you look!”

The dead emotion in her face only worsened once she caught onto what he was suggesting. She slowly turned her back to him. “I’ll… look for it… myself.”

“W- wait a minute!” He practically sprinted to her side, making her inch away further. “You know the rule, Amanda. Two heads are better than one!”

“No thanks.” She spoke sharply, a kind of sharp that stabbed him right where it mattered. But just like the previous times, he ignored it. He did, however, stare at her in a sort of condescending way.

“…If you really wanna get all hot and bothered looking by yourself, then be my guest.” Of course, he didn’t actually want her to be his guest. It was just a saying. A saying intended to prompt her to change her mind. He was simply letting her know about the unneeded struggle of NOT inviting his help. He was just looking out for her. That’s what he was doing.

She darted her beady little eyes around, avoiding his as soon as they caught up with hers. She knew how this went. He would keep insisting and insisting and she would get more and more irritated until she snapped at him, and then he would snap back at her and hurt her feelings or WORSE, she would hurt HIS feelings and he would get sad and then she would feel bad and get all caught up in her own stupid feelings and hurt her head and her chest and her head again, and she did NOT have the emotional capacity to deal with that today. In fact, she didn’t have any emotional capacity for ANYTHING today, HENCE the sugar, which is why she didn’t want to talk to him in the first place because she KNEW he would do this and she just wanted ONE day to herself without feeling like a total loser or nutcase or lifeless, disposable robot with no compassion for others-

…She really wanted that sugar. It was the one of the few things that actually tasted real enough if she thought hard enough about it. It would be harder and take longer if she looked for it herself. Knowing her, she would probably get all mad and tear the whole house down for it, or get all sad for no reason and drown them both in her stupid tears. Which she did not want to do. She’d humiliated herself enough recently. As much as she absolutely despised it, she needed a second eye, just to get it over with and get back to her room, one of the only “private” places she had ownership over.

She needed his help.

She addressed Wooly, who was practically searching for the yes in her eyes, in the most hateful, dismissive tone she could muster, what with her tired voice. “F i n e .”

If he really felt like it, he could’ve exploded into a silly rainbow cloud and screamed “YIPPEEE!!!” into the sky, but he didn’t do that, because it was stupid, and childish, and again, stupid. To contain how absolutely pumped he was to spend some form of time with her again, he gave her a chilled “Kay.”