Ohohoho, Psych!
It's intermission time.
"Makaric, enter my presence."
"Yesss, missstresss."
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Sweet! Part I~22
There she goes, off to save her comic, bravely. Her picture quality is probably working against her when it comes to how many people want to read her fabulous comic, but she doesn't care. After all, she's pretty lazy.
~QUICK RECAP FROM PREVIOUS CHAPTER~
You've met Wendy, Colton and Skittles the kitten and know that they are in a doomed world. Wendy is given a dream by the keeper of nightmares, Rosalyn, who proves to be more beautiful on the inside then on the outside. Rosalyn's sister, the keeper of dreams, Persephone, however is plotting against Omnipotent Artist and has tricked kind-hearted Rosalyn into sending Wendy, Colton and Skittles to their dooms. Persephone has contact with the Queen insect, Rezepha, and is sending the trio to a trap. Queen Rezepha wants nothing more than to obliterate the Sugar-Human race and is after the oracles, which I have neglected to tell you in this chapter and if I had told you it would have resulted in another wall of text just like Rosalyn and Wendy's little chat. We all know how that went. So you should be thanking me. Yes, you're welcome.
And now we launch into part II of Sweet, so fasten your seat belts, this is going to get... interesting.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 21
Eeeeyyyy, girls! How are yo-... what is this, Persephone? Is this the bubble cigarette holder?
"Maybe it is, who ca-"
How many times do I has to tell you, girl, drugs is for thugs!
"Blowing bubbles is not considered a dru-"
Rosalyn, back me up on this one, we need an intervention!
"I'm going to stay out of this one..."
Just as I thought. Well. I'm going to throw this away, and secondly I need your help, guys.
Something's gone haywire with the plot and suddenly the characters are like ten miles away from where they are supposed to be.
"Oh right, I was going to tell you- Omph!"
"Oh dear, that's terrible Omnipotent Artist! I hope you get it set strait, Rosie and I already have plans."
"Mmph! Pewfeffonny! Take yoh hand oph my mouph!"
What did she say? Why are you smothering her mouth with your hand like that?
"Oh, just trying to get this new medicine for head aches down her hatch... you know..."
Hmm. Well, I'm out. Gotta go daydream about my next story and stupid stuff like that.
"Heh heh, Ciao!"
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 20
"I've killed them!"
"Pssh. You're such a wimp."
"Don't give me that, Persephone! You've set it up too well!"
"My plan? Oh yes, thank you. You see, I knew you'd protest about me taking the liberty to tell the Queen Insect, and I told her to set up some traps along the way. Clever aren't I?"
"OOOooooooooh! I'm so frustrated!"
"And what are you going to do about it, Rosalyn?"
"I... I'll tell Omnipotent what you're doing to her story!"
"Don't even mention that pompous brat, who thinks she's so much higher than us that no one is allowed to use her real name. She's disgusting to me. "
"I'll tell her! I will!"
"Ha, what you don't know is that the plan is already in motion."
"What does that mortal Queen of the bug-thingy-whatsits, have to offer you?"
"Me? Oh no, this isn't about me. This is about the bad guys winning for once, and that that hideous artist gets her downfall. "
"*Sniff* Well, *sniff* you didn't used to be like this, you used to be nice. Why can't we be friends anymore, I mean, we are sisters!"
"Simple. You're a weakling who can't hurt a fly, even though you're supposed to deal with the nastiest things in dreams."
Wassup, dream-sister-goddess homies?
"Oh dear Lord. Not now."
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 19
"I hate you so much right now."
And so, the trio (including Skittles) went on their walk to safety.
"We're not even walking."
"You'll thank me later."
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
IT'S HAPPENED
Okay, we've gotten to the point where instead of posting HERE for updates on story creation 'n stuff, I've had to create a new blog! This one is all about me. Me. Well, actually, no, because if I have not met you in person you may not know my name, so I may remain the omnipotent artist who rules this sorry fandom. (also I don't want you creepers looking me up. Eeesh. Creepers.)
HOWEVER it will be my all-purpose blog, sort of like that one drawer your mom stuffs everything into and when you ask something of her she says, "Look in that drawer it should be there." Yeah. That's how it's gonna go. So here it is: Gotta love that background. Gotta love. Yo, Colton, you wanna read Perry Lotterthe-totally-not-a-parody-of-that-one-insanely-popular-book? Haha, I control your entire LIFE, you cannot escape the fourth wall, therefore I own you. You are my creation. Ehehehe... NO I must not let the power get to my head. I must remain true to the story... mostly.
Aaaaaaand I'm talking to myself again.
No you aren't.
Oh no.
We're doing this, omnipotent.
No.
I'll even color my text to make it look like you're talking to someone else.
This is my face right now.
Resorting to you jpeg images, Omni?
Stop calling me Omni, that's not even my real name.
Okay then J-
NO STOP THERE ARE CREEPY PEOPLE DESPERATE FOR INFORMATION.
I'll saaaaayyy ittttttt~~~
and I'll punch you in the face.
You cannot punch yourself.
Wanna bet, punk?
Go for it, knock yourself out.
that was literally the best pun you(I)(we)'ve ever made.
I have also just discovered that when you press the option button and y you get this cool thingy: ¥
lets try other letters
Ã¥∫ç∂´Æ’©˙ˆ∆˚¬Âµ˜Ã¸Ï€Å“®ÃŸ†¨√∑≈¥Î©
AW CHECK OUT THAT X
IT BECOMES ≈
I'M LITERALLY SO EXCITED RIGHT NOW
IT'S LIKE CHRISTMAS UP IN HERE*
I should stop. This is stupid.
Alright, adios.
Now enjoy some internet cats.
*Totally not a reference from anything at all. I swear.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Sweet! Part I~16
"Oh and judgthink by your faithal exthprethonths my fathe ith turninck an un-Godly thade of puwpul righ naow."
"Eh... yeah... it kinda is.... don't worry it barely shows."
"Therth no way were goin' out thith urlly."
Monday, November 11, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 14
"I was just trying to protect you... I thought you were in trouble."
"Aww, how sweet of you. Uh... Oh no!"
"What?"
"We need to leave!"
"What! Why?"
"Oh, I mean... Um.... For a walk! Yeah! That's it! We'll take your four wheeler and skittles for a walk!"
"That's funny."
"I'm dead serious."
Sweet! Part I~ 13
"waaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"OMPH!"
"COLTON YOU TWISTED SICK-O! GET SOME CLOTHES ON!"
"I'm so sorry Wendy!"
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Sweet! Part I~12
"WHO EVER IS HURTING WENDY BETTER SEND THEIR PRAYERS 'CAUSE I'VE GOT A BROOM AND I'M GOING TO SMITE THEIR SORRY BOTTOM OFF THE FACE OF THE PLANET!"
Sweet! Part I~ 9
"Oh frosted cupcakes."
"Hi, dearie, I'm Rosalyn! Keeper of nightmares! Nyeahahaha!"
"Are you a skeleton?"
"Heavens, no! Skeletons are nasty, mean, bony things who are rude, rude, rude!"
"What are you?"
"I'm a spirit...! I... think? Well, something like that!"
"Are you going to hurt me?"
"Why would I do that? To be honest, I like you Wendy. Same with my sister, she likes you too... Well... if it's even possible for her to like any one. If anything, we're here to help you, and right now, I need to warn you about the future."
"The future? Can you see it? Is it great?"
"Well, the funny thing about the future is that if varies. And you will soon miss an opportunity to survive."
"What?"
"They've found you out, Wendy, the bugs. They know where you are, and at this moment, the Queen insect herself is giving orders to storm your hiding place. If you don't leave now, you're chances for survival are slim. Take your hammer, the annoying cool kid, and the kitten. You won't make it without them."
"But, my... Mom and Dad gave up their lives to make sure the underground place was a safe haven... If we leave, then won't I be forsaking my parents?"
"No, in fact, they told me it was time for you to leave."
"They told you?"
"I can speak to the dead, you know... after all, I'm the keeper of nightmares, and they are in a better place now."
"Wowzers! Next time you see them, will you tell them that... that... Oh there's so much to tell them! Uh, just tell them I love them."
"They already know that, sweetums! But alas, I most likely will not be able to speak to them for a long time. For they are in a place where I am not allowed. I am a miserable deviation and they were made perfect again, and they are in the place where all perfect ones are kept, and I am not allowed because of my malicious appearance and the demons I struggle with. In fact, they had to come to me to speak with me. Sigh, I wish I was beautiful, too."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Rosalyn. I think you're pretty. Who is your sister?"
"You really think I am? Oh you ask a lot of questions! Hehe! She's the dream keeper, if you have not guessed. She thinks a little too highly of herself and lets me deal with all the nasty work. That's why I'm here talking to you. I think she might be at a banquet of celestial keepers or something of that sort. I don't mind because I got to talk to you Wendy! You'd best be waking up, because time is of the essence."
"Oh, alright! Wait, one more question! Who was the bleeding boy?"
"Spoilers! How I love them! It's dreadfully cruel of me to taunt you with the future, but that was actually important for you two to meet. That was a warning, if you fail to vamoose in time, not only will your life be taken, but other survivors'."
"Wait, more survivors?"
"Oh yes! In fact, there are many more than just the ones that you will be able to rescue, and they are getting along just fine, but the ones you really, really need to find are the ones with precious items called ORACLES."
"Wow, my eyes, is that coloration really needed to get the point across? Wait, why can I hear color?"
"This is a dream, love, anything is possible. Now, really quick, Oracles. *see, I even toned down the color for you.* There are six of them in total. These things are weapons who wield extreme power, and the ability to produce unlimited supplies of certain elements or objects."
"Hey, that sounds like my handy-wammy-bammy-hammy!"
"Your... what?"
"My hammer!"
"Oh, yes, that's because your hammer is an Oracle! (Why would you call it that, silly goose?)"
"Really!? How did my parents get their hands on it?"
"Well, for your parents, they had gone on a marvelous adventure long ago, and had used the hammer to protect themselves, but for most Oracle holders, it was fate or just a family heirloom."
"Neat-o!"
"Yes, lovely. Oh! Look at the time(-non-relevant-to-normal-time)! You need to go! I shall speak to you later, Wendy!"
"Oh, I wish we could talk forever! Oh well, see you soon, Rosalyn!"
"Oh, before you leave, I might want to warn you that you probably not tell the annoying-cool-kid about this. As much as he thinks he's a 'legit bro' he's the slightest bit of a coward. You should probably take his gun too, it's an Oracle."
"It is!? Oh wow-wee~! What an interesting dream and revelation! I shall coax him *sneakily* to leave with me! Adios, Rosalyn!"
"Farewell, my glory-bound friend."
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Fun Sized Sweet (1)
Oh noes! It looks like you've run into a wild hiatus warning! I, the omnipotent (to an extent) creator of sweet am sorry to say that right now, Sweet is at a current pause! Quick! Go write some fan fictions! Make some videos! Oh, I know, I'll make it up to you by making a MINISTORY. Mwahahaha, I will make little tidbits for you and call it, FUN SIZE! Like, the candy that you get on halloween that's not really 'fun sized', it's just too small and once it's in your mouth it's gone.
But, Fun Size will be fun. Also, I may use it as a conveyor for smaller details I forgot to explain. Or, it might be a video, a side comic or even some old character designs I was considering using in the beginning. I'm trailing off again. Alright, it's time for the first ever FUN SIZE SWEET!
Rosalyn: "Um... Hehe, hello..."
Oh dear Lord, not you guys again.
Persephone: "Lighten up, we're just going to tell the ministory. It's going to be about us."
For the love of peeps, I told you you guys are supposed to be mystic, mysterious characters, and introducing you two any sooner than I've intended might wreck the whole story.
Rosalyn: "Oh, sorry... Um... I didn't know..."
Persephone: "Don't be such a pushover, Rosalyn."
Rosalyn: "Oh, sorry..."
Okay, I'm going to let you guys tell the story this time but I won't hesitate to stop you right in the middle and say, "Woah you dun gone too far."
Persephone: "Are you really going to say, 'dun gone'?"
You bet your mysterious character britches, lady.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Persephone: "Ahem, where should we start, sister?"
Rosalyn: "How about at that part where-"
Persephone: "Right. There. Okay.
Alright, listen to this story. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the thoughts of Skittles."
Persephone: "*Rosalyn, that's where you do the thing!*"
Rosalyn: "The... Thing?"
Persephone: "Ugh, you're hopeless."
Rosalyn: "Oooh, the thing! Sorry. *deep inhale* badrumnamunamumnamumna-"
Persephone: "What kind of drum roll noises are those!?"
Rosalyn: "Well, how would you do it then, miss know-it-all!?"
Persephone: "Like this, *drum roll noises*."
Rosalyn: "Oh, so apparently all I have to do is say it in those little star thingies and it 'ill all be okay. And if you weren't sure, that was sarcasm."
Persephone: "Precisely.
Now, without further ado, The Thoughts of Skittles."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was a normal, grey, boring day for a certain young cat, and how he remained so young for four years is a mystery for even certain plaid-flannel-shirt-wearing bimbos of whom I cannot name. Aside from that, he was a normal (*technicolored*) cat. Today, however, was a day that was overtaken by his imagination. Skittles prowled the underground hide-out which he and his comrades used as a dwelling place, imagining a dense forest. Danger lurked around every corner, Skittles knew that the job was hard, but if he wanted to protect his beloved Wendy from harm, he had to search this thick forest for foes. Suddenly, a horrible smell reached his little nostrils. It was a large monster. Not just any monster, but one that had been hunting Wendy for such a long time. Skittles was really just so tired of trying to fend off this wretched beast from Wendy, and was just ready to claw this beast's eyes out. Skittles snuck up behind the big, red monster and heard it say these words (ones he did not understand, but he knew they must be a threat towards his beloved Wendy): "I wish Wendy would wake up and realize how much I like her... It's like she's entirely oblivious-"
With that, Skittles pounced and screamed in his own cat language, "You'll never catch her you beast!"
"Skittles you worthless- UGH!"
The end
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 7
"I ghlah-hehehehe!"
"Agh!"
"Nyehehehe, ah hahaha!"
"What in the name of all things-"
"EHEHEHEHEHEHE..."
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sweet! Part I~6
"Cough! Kkkgahh! Cough, cough!"
"Oh my gosh! You're bleeding!"
"Ghh-hegklp-mkgee..."
"Help you? What can I possibly do? I don't have any bandages... oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh!"
"Kgdbluh, khskkk... gkrun."
"What?"
"Run."
Sweet! Part I~5
"Yeah! Me!"
"You weren't here before!"
"That's because this is a dream, and anything can happen here!"
"Im dreaming?"
"Yup!"
"So you're just my imagination?"
"Um, sorta? I am a real person, but... you have not met me yet..."
"Hey, by chance is this your cat?"
"No... I mean, it could be, but I don't have any memory of owning a black cat..."
"She's purple! Or, maybe she is black?"
"You sure have a hard time making up your mind about things!"
"Heh, well, I just like listening to people's input, so I've been labeled as 'gullible' or a 'sucker'."
"What's your name?"
"Oooh! I know the answer to this one! My name is..."
"What's the matter?"
"I... feel... weird..."
Sweet! Part I~ 3
WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HEAD
Persephone: "Nothing, um, it's fine...?"
ALRIGHT I'VE GOT WORK TO DO, LADY AND IF YOU WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE I'LL HAVE TO CONTINUE TO TYPE IN CAPS LIKE A JERK AND MY AUDIENCE WILL HAVE TO SUFFER LONG MISS-SPELLED MESSAGES AND JPEG IMAGES LIKE THIS ONE THROUGH OUT THE REST OF THE ENTIRE STORY SO GET IN THE WALL BOX AND SHUT UP, PLEASE.
Persephone: "Fine, get to work then. I'll just wait here with Rosalyn and rot away until we're forgotten."
THANK YOU *ahem* I mean, thank you.
Now, Wendy. She's asleep. She's dreaming.
Persephone: "Could you please be a little more blunt with your summing up, your big sentences are scaring me."
Oh, for the love of mike.
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Sweet! Part I~ 2
No! Get back in there! We're not ready for you guys yet!
Persephone: "Stop! You're hurting my face!"
I have not even designed you completely yet! Get back in there!
Persephone: "Do me a favor, when you finish with my design, make sure you don't give me one of those butt-ugly flannel shirts you always wear!"
OH YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE. FLANNEL SHIRTS ARE THE BOMB.
I MIGHT JUST GIVE YOU ONE OUT OF SPITE!
Persephone: "You wouldn't DARE!"
Shut up, I'm trying to tell a story! In fact, I might already have been to the part where I introduce you and your sister if you had not reared you ugly head!
Persephone: "Ugly head? Look who's talking!"
Sweet! Part I~ 1
What's this? A page devoted entirely to the biggest development in the story so far? You are confronted by a wall of text and you instantly go:
If you are anything like me, you know that if it takes more than fifteen seconds to read, it's most likely hopeless and you just skim over it. You decide to leave because there is no picture that I myself have illustrated. But, thanks to my fabulous sense of humor, you are driven to carry on. Warning: This may happen many, many, many times in this comic so sit tight. It's going to be okay. Now, again, with my interruptions that are happening more frequently then I had originally speculated, we had been in the middle of a conversation between Wendy and Colton. They talked it out, probably through a giga-gigantic wall of text which I was too lazy to type, so I'll let you have all your cute little head cannons of what went on there. Then, after all was said and done, Wendy decided she was tired and went to bed. Little does she know that tonight, she will have a dream that will most likely change the events of the entire story.
Rosalyn: "Is it my turn to tell the story yet?"
SHHHH they don't even know who you *are* yet...!
Rosalyn: "I don't care, they will learn to love me the best."
Persephone: "Oh please."
**Guysssss** Could you wait for just a few more pages?
Persephone: "Yes, Rosalyn was just getting impatient."
Alright, back in the 4 L8R box, guys.
Persephone: "Can't we stay out just a little longer?"
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Sweet!
"Oooohh, he's juz jewwus, idn't he, Skittles?"
"Wendy I think I am actually about to throw up."
"And I'wl continue to tawk wike a wittle baby to my pumpkin wumpkin~"
"No, Wendy-"
"Juz to bodder him I'wl talk wike dis 'cause I like to pick own hiwm, idn't dat wite, little kitten witten?"
"That thing has been a kitten for four years, you do realize that right?"
"Downt wissen to hiwmmmmm..."
"No seriously, think about how creepy that is."
Sweet!
"Aww... I knew you'd make the right choice!"
"Mrow!"
"Who's a cutie patotie, fuzzy wuzzy kitty?"
"Prrrr!"
"My wittle pumpkin wumpkin~"
"Wendy."
"You are talking to a cat."
"Again."
Sweet!
"Mrew?"
"Don't give me that innocent act, mister! Come here!"
"Reow...."
"I know you like to attack the big scary boy who smells like soda, but it is not nice, and you know it!"
"Meow..."
Sweet!
"Hehe, I thought you might need help!"
"Here, Skittles!"
(Author's note: Dear Lord in heaven, this has to be the single most terrifying picture I've ever done. You may continue.)
Monday, October 21, 2013
Sweet!
Ah, more jpeg images. Don't you just love them? You assume that I am becoming more lazy with my artwork, but I promised you daily updates and there will be, so be it. Anyway, that was a little off topic. Where were we...? Oh yes, candy blood. You might be wondering what Wendy's flavor is by now, and the answer is the terrible expanded image above. Her flavor is blue cake frosting. I'm not quite sure how this panel advances this story, but it's good information anyway.
Sweet!
Okay, I'm just going to pause for a second to explain something to you. If you'll notice in the previous panel, that Colton's blood is a brownish-red color. No, I'm not color blind. But the thing about the people in this world is that when they say, "My flavor is *such and such*" They are talking about their blood. Their blood is literally made of that substance, and it tastes like it, too. A common politeness (you know, before the accident) in the land was to say, "What's your name and flavor?" and the person you asked would say, (i.e) "Hi! My name is Betty and my flavor is Fruit Gushers!"
Yeah, that reference just happened. But seriously, their flavor can be anything as long as it's a sweet thing. Like that one type of fruit gusher that tastes like a liquified armpit? Yeah, you know which one I'm talking about. That could be your flavor. Or Licorice, or cupcakes, or skittles, or starburst, or fanta, or faygo, or swedish fish, or what ever. You get what I'm saying.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Sweet!
"You sure you don't need help, there, Colton? 'Cause he's pretty much OWNING you right now."
"Men can- OUCH- handle their-AIEEE- own problems!"
"Hmm, suit your self, then."
"Haha, very funny. I'M JUST KIDDING, CALL OFF YOUR CAT!"
Sweet!
"I'm back from hammer duty! you... guys...."
"I'm a little busy right now, Wend-ASDFGHJKL"
"Do you need help?"
"No, I got this, I'm cool. Cool guys don't need- AHH GET YOUR CLAWS OUT MY EYES!"
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Sweet!
Oh boy, looks like Colton and Skittles are at it again. This is Colton Brown, Age 15, flavor; Cola. Wendy found him a year ago, living in an abandoned stone structure a few miles away. He's been Wendy's only company since then. And that rainbow squirrel-cat thing is Skittles. He's actually a cat but I didn't do a good job portraying that. They've always had it out for each other, Wendy's figured, and she's always had a hard time leaving those two alone.
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