Yeah. The Walkyverse has a proud tradition of taking parts I don’t like about myself and murdering them. First it was my depression with Ruth, now my sexuality with Anti-Joyce and… well, number three is later. Number two here is […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Going through these fifteen-year-old stories, sometimes amidst all the Awkward, I find story elements that I still really like. And maybe they’re handled okayish, maybe they’re not, but this part here, where it’s suggested that Anti-Joyce is a realer Joyce […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Lookit me, usin’ this story to explain Joyce’s somewhat erratic behavior towards sexual information in Roomies!. Like a ninja.
“Jason, why point the gun at me?” “Look, I don’t know, you’re a flying superstrengthed powerhouse and you just sexually assaulted me???????”
Man, Anti-Joyce gets dressed quick. I mean, I understand she has less to put on, but…
In Joyce’s moment of mental breakdown-slash-denial of sexual self, she goes to feed the pet she named after the guy she loved but can’t remember. Even in her attempt to escape to something else, to bury the confrontation, she can’t really. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
For the sake of keeping down Anti-Joyce’s sexual assault count for the night, let’s assume Mike’s “no” was just him being a dick, as per usual.
Huh, is this where anatomy starts slowly dripping into my art? Is this where the life drawing classes I’d been taking started to take hold? Or is Joyce just without a shirt and she’s supposed to be somewhat alluring, and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My favorite part of this is that Sal’s just chillin’, eatin’ a pizza. Like, did she have it delivered? Did some poor delivery guy have to walk into the SEMME apartment complex building and buzz up for Squad 128? Did […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Okay, fine, Joyce is me but maybe with some added weird twincest fantasy? I think you’re trying to be dirty just for the sake of being dirty, Joyce.
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