Ohhh Thats Why It's Called Inanimate Insanity Haha

Some AU comic-- (1)

Dragonfly (-ish) THK maybe?

Clovoreo = Clover + Oreo

Im so sorry

Happy October! It's the perfect time of the year to gather around the fire, roast some marshmallows, and tell horror stories about that time you and your roommates took in a monster that broke into your house!

VOTE FOR TOON LAST NAMES!!!

VOTE NOW VOTE NOW

I will announce the winners maybe in a few weeks lol

Hey you. Yeah yeah you. Do you ever like calling toons by their full names? Do you ever like to say "Shelly Fossilian my beloved" or "Connie Boolynski HFJDSK 💙" to show appreciation for your favorite characters, only to realize your favorite toon doesn't have a last name?

Well do I have the solution for you! By voting here, you can help decide the official unofficial last names (until more get canonized).

Every last name is intended to follow the vibes from the current last names, that being:

-Dandicus Dancifer (and Pebble Dancifer Jr.)

-Astro Novalite

-Sprout Seedly

-Shelly Fossilian

-Connie Boolynski

-(Vee Version 1 is sort of an exception, as it more refers to the fact she's a machine)

Generally, the last names follow a pattern:

-First part of the name is a word related to what the toon is, such as Shelly the ammonite fossil having "Fossil" and Sprout the strawberry having "Seed"

-Last part of the name is more like a traditional last name, sort of just ending with whatever sounds best. IE "-lynski" or "-lite"

I tried to make sure the names fit canon, but some are better than others haha

Once i announce the winners, hopefully they will suffice as official unofficial last names that you can use to your heart's content :D

I love the artwork backstory you did! Are you planning to do any more for the other downpour slugcats?

maybe! if i get clear enough ideas for them :D

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Help out if you can

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.