Harp the Wigglytuff @wigglytuffitout@computerfairi.es

melts into chair while groaning

well at least i did some draws

i am expecting at least three people who have :blobcatpat: on their most recent emojis list to immediately go WHERE IS THIS AND HOW CAN I PURCHASE ONE IMMEDIATELY to this concept

concept: hydraulic press but instead of squishing whatever you put in it, it just gently pats them 3 to 5 times

[ flashback to fuckity o'clock ]

good guy captain-of-the-guard ganon: hi researcher friend!!! it's lonely being the only gerudo here but i think i'm making new friends!!! the men are starting to really respect me!!! they even gave me a nickname! 'boar'! it's because boars are cool and dangerous right???

researcher: no it's uh

researcher: it's a comment on how you eat, buddy.

good guy ganon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuhom6q3xoQ

y'know, out of all the hurt-comfort whump bullshit i'm planning for this eventual botw fic, you know what's too sad for me to actually put in? actually sad enough to consider cutting it?

in among all the copious gore and angst?? what is the part where i'm like MAYBE THAT IS TOO MUCH ???

"dammit harp," you complain, "there is more to irish heritage than love of potatoes"

yes of course but i only got a small percentage remaining in among all the generic wonderbread white, so i am left with only Potato Lust

additional evidence: was watching a show about people trying to eat ww2 era food in the uk, in among the ration book explanations, they had put up a poster from the time

the poster had a potato cheerfully informing everyone that he makes a lovely suit

i was distracted the entire scene because i was thinking "they needed POSTERS? they needed POSTERS to tell them POTATO SOUP IS GOOD? i'm WAY ahead of y'all my dudes, WAY AHEAD"

"so harp," you say, "why are you so sure that you're likely scots-irish if your family's geneological data points to the only firm conclusion of 'possibly sprung forth from the ground like soldiers from dragon's teeth to be hella white in south carolina in the 1800s'?"

i just had the thought

'potatoes.... yes... the potatoes will make my soul be back in my body...'

it's

fairly obvious

#prayforharp2k19 that dinner - shepard's pie with turkey mince and tater tots on top instead of mashed potatoes - reaches down and revives my painfully white soul so that i can actually draw something tonight or something along those lines before my head pops like a popcorn kernel because of all the constipated creativity up in there

the combination of faulty memory and common alts means that, very occasionally, i have moments of "nani the fuck, i thought i blocked you a long time ago"

O'Henry's Gift of the Magi except the tragic irony is the spoons i woulda spent drawing i used up completely finding where my tablet pen fucked off to

having enough spoons to do my facial care routine does SO much to make me feel like a human and not a screamy blob

while it makes me laugh it's gonna butter Somebody's parsnips out there, and now thanks to rule 34, it has spontaneously generated somewhere just ready to be found

you're welcome, citizens! my work here is doooone

real person fanfiction frontiers: emmymadeinjapan off youtube, gently mommy domme-ing paul hollywood off the great british bake-off by fixing increasingly ludicrous recipes and/or MREs and making him eat some

anyway i was going to post these 30 minutes ago but then i got distracted and forgot i was doing that so!

the Enstickering Continues

it's nnnnearing completion i think. there are only a couple obvious 'bald spots' and i ordered some tiny stickers which i hope will be able to take care of those