stupid doodle…of a stupid old character…
Anonymous asked: Prequel with Olafski sex/conception of their child?
i’vE DRAWN AND WRITTEN SOME ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS PORN BUT BELIEVE IT OR NOT THERE ARE SOME LINES I AM UNWILLING TO CROSS
It had seemed like everything was going smoothly at first, but things suddenly took a turn for the worse. The hospital room became a frenzy of noise, the heart monitor beeping rapidly, the doctors’ and nurses’ voices. Mike found himself ushered out into the waiting area.
This couldn’t really be happening, could it? Amid the quiet murmur of the waiting area’s television and other occupants, the feeling of utter terror began to creep into him. What he feared most seemed to be coming to pass.
The love of his life was in this same building, struggling for his life. There was nothing he could do. He had never felt so helpless.
Mike pressed his hands to the sides of his head and began to cry quietly.
After what seemed an eternity of cycling through a number of painful emotions, Mike was drawn out of his thoughts by a voice.
"Mr. Wazowski…?" a nurse called out, scanning the waiting area. "Mr. Wazowski?" Mike felt a sharp pang of anxiety shoot straight through the center of his body as he looked up and caught the nurse’s gaze. Her face seemed to hold no emotion.
But as he stood up from his chair, she smiled, and Mike felt his heart skip a beat. He stumbled a moment before moving towards her.
"Is…? A…are…?" His hands were trembling.
"Don’t worry, Mr. Wazowski, everything is just fine," the nurse assured. Mike felt a great burden lift from his being, though its departure left his knees weak, and his mouth hanging open. "There’s someone very special waiting to meet you." Mike closed his mouth and nodded, and allowed the nurse to lead him down the hall.
As they entered a room, he was greeted by the most amazing sight.
There was Olaf, cradling a small bundle. The snowman looked weak and haggard, but he was alive. He had made it. By god, he had made it!
"Oh Mike…," Olaf whispered as his lover approached the bed. "She’s so beautiful." Mike rested a hand on his lap and stared speechlessly as Olaf shifted the blankets so he could see their small snowy baby.
Mike choked back tears. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. “Hey there Emma,” he cooed, placing his other hand on Olaf’s shoulder. “Happy birthday…”
Anonymous asked: just letting you know that your mike/olaf art was stolen by jagkbassambarakat and the post is post/67411975071/
looks like some kind anon already pestered them about it! (maybe it was you!) thank you to whoever it was! i dont like having to deal with these kinds of messes, i’d rather the limited energy i have be directed elsewhere!!
the reposter seemed to understand and added a source, but unfortunately i think there isnt really a whole lot else that can be done.
Anonymous asked: Pt.2 of olaf and mike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i dont know if i have the strength for it anon……i just dont know……
but am i obligated, just like olaf, to bring their beautiful child into the world? at the risk to my own health?
stares off into the sunset to think
darkohexar asked: Your Olafski fanfic made me laugh lots and I love it. Your art is superb and impressive. Thanks for the work you put into it, because it's all wonderful. <3
aaahhh hahaha thank you!!!! im so glad you got such a good kick out of it
micthemicrophone asked: I want you to know that you spawned true beauty and I am not in the least bit sorry.
i am so fucking honoured
BIG THANKS TO TOMB FOR MAKING THIS SO FUCKING SPECTACULAR.
Art and Literature crafted lovingly by: http://salvicorn.tumblr.com/
I did all the voices. :3
LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL
fucking spectacular does not even BEGIN to describe this
It was finally here. The day they had waited for with bated breath, in wonder, and in fear.
Their first reaction had been overwhelming joy. But a doctor’s visit had revealed alarming news: the doctors were prepared to do everything they could, but it was uncertain if Olaf could survive the delivery.
Mike Wazowski had begged his lover not to go through with it. It was dangerous, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. ‘We could adopt!’ he had pleaded. But Olaf was unwavering; he desperately wanted to bring their child into the world, even if it ended up costing his own life. Mike eventually came to terms with the snowman’s wishes. This was so incredibly important to him.
Seeing him lying there on the hospital bed, in the struggles of labour, Mike could only think that he had never been more beautiful.
"Mike…I love you," Olaf said shakily.
"Don’t worry, my honey-cicle," Mike said, grasping his thin, wooden hand. "You’re going to be just fine."
"Promise me, you’ll take good care of her…"
Mike placed a loving hand on his snow angel’s cheek. “You know I will. But you’re going to help me! We’re going to raise our beautiful child together, okay?”
"Of course…" Olaf smiled.