WHA,.X.,., What ARE YOU TSLKING SBOUT.

whuh.............. Hat0nie approved............

Incoming call

realized i had this in my drafts and planned to post it a month or two after the wheel dropped and then forgot about it. oops! here you go

"why does it feel like i just got scammed", my contribution to the wheel of wow, a small dialtown fic collection comprised of randomly-generated ships written and illustrated by our group of friends! we released it this past valentine's day, and i'm unbearably proud to be a part of it. please take a gander if you haven't!

the ship generated for this one was, uh, milton r. wallace/milton r. wallace. well i hope you like it (please check under the cut for the feelings/concepts behind the comic and my ramblings on the dialup!)

ive been thinking a lot about the dialup lately and like. okay. milton was opposed from day 1, he never Stopped being opposed, but- obviously the dialup is Unfathomably Unethical, i agree with this. a violation of bodily autonomy on a high-incomprehensible scale. but there is that little nagging doubt, what IF it all went exactly according to how callum said it would, if it accomplished all the improvements to people's lives that it was meant to? (given everything we know it seems unlikely it ever WOULD.)

but damn if me, i, griffin, were posed with the choice to press a button where "quality of life improves significantly for like everyone on earth, and also phone heads happen" i would probably definitely press the button. now, i dont think milt would, but like, this comic is meant to explore that bit of doubt, that little voice of callum's in his head going on about changing the world, helping people. what IF it was possible, what IF it worked.

which is also why, in this, hypothetical post-dialup-milton talks more like callum than he does milton (hence why he specifically calls him "milt" and not "milton" on the last page). that little needling voice of doubt speaking up, that after consideration (ie, this conversation) just solidifies his conviction- that the dialup is something horrible, but also not something he feels like he has the power to stop, anymore.

also phone head notes!

it's an ericsson n2200 wooden wall phone, as mentioned in the first page

i wanted an ericsson model specifically since that's the same company that made callum's model (an ericsson dbh of some kind)- playing on the "made in his image"/callum-as-god theme.

unlike callum's model, this is a wooden phone specifically- it's primarily made of organic materials.

the front is completely blank. there's lots of bits and bobs on rotary phones that can read as facial features- dials, bells- i wanted him to be as blank and faceless as possible, removal of expression and individuality. he's not as much a person anymore, he's a vehicle for callum's ideas and ambitions.

u u uu hm....... hh a h hh a t o ni e...

Yes beloved? ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Feeding

Is... IS THAT SILLY SPACE YEEHAW MAN?!!!!! (two days late from 4th o' July idc shutuudp eplsosppz)

I am so normal about this man (pLUSH. XOME FASTER. PLZ. PLZ.) (p.s, i used a reference but i forgor who the artist was i just saw it on pinterest)

Sometimes I remember when as a child , I screamed "HOORAY IM USEFUL!!!" in the middle of a clothing shop in a mall because my mom considered a shirt i suggested. More so her face when I did, thou.

PLEASE I CRAVE TO SEE THEM WHY ARE THEY ALL SO DARK

Swap Randy/Randal stuff :] oh and Karen is there!

can someone get these two a room BY GOD!!!!!!!

click here 4 the previous part!!

You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

How Your Characters Might Flirt Using Food (Because Food = Love)

Because sometimes “I love you” sounds like “did you eat?”

“I saved the last piece for you.” → Literal affection disguised as generosity.

“This isn’t as good as the one you like, but it’s close.” → Translation: I pay attention.

“Try this. No, just—trust me.” → Feeding them is flirting. End of story.

“I remembered you don’t like onions, so I left them out.” → That’s a love letter.

“I burned it. You’re eating it anyway.” → Domestic chaos = love language unlocked.

“You always steal bites, so I got you your own.” → He saw, he adapted. Soulmate.

“You’re not allowed to fall in love with anyone who cooks better than me.” → Petty? Maybe. Adorable? Absolutely.