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Had a moment of self-awareness, so I doodled it

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My friend @kyokokusakabe sent me this.. so you know I had to make a set of follow up doodles..

I saw this product and knew what I had to do

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I saw this product and knew what I had to do

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“Half Formed, Full Agony” - Donatello Jones, 2025

(Redraw of that one scene in GrimWake S1E14)

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Today’s mood

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I sent my friend a panel from the episode I'm currently working on and they immediately fired back with this.

I can't unsee it now.

Line of action? No, Fibonacci Sequence✨

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WIP Ask Game

Tagged by @angelabsol

Tagging @cosmic-seer @kyokokusakabe @snobithesnorunt

Ok let’s see here… *shuffles thru pile of wips*

Ah, this’ll do.

And So They Died (title not final)

In a blast, the air snapped into a frozen haze.

“We must be near.” XJ-34’s hand firm on her sword pommel.

The three trudged forward, each step toward the crumbling structure came another ounce of unease. This was their first time slaying a beast, after all.

“CG, go scout ahead.” commanded XJ-34.

“Roger!” CG-9 saluted, gone in an instant and back just as fast.

“Look at all these flowers I found!” CG-9 was adorned with wreaths of beautiful plants. “Aren’t they so pretty?”

A bare hand grazed a leaf, flowers lit ablaze and burnt away, the wind carried the ashes.

“Hey!” CG-9 huffed, getting into the arsonist’s face. “Why’d you go and do something so cruel?!”

“They were poisonous.” QR-16 said flatly, glove back on “Nightshade, oleander, hemlock… we must be dealing with a witch.”

Laughter broke their peace, battle forms engaged, dressing their bodies in respective colors and clothing, weapons drawn.

“How embarrassing.” QR-16 seethed, she loathed the revealing nature of this form.

The laughing circled them, closer, closer, they huddled backs to each other, eyes darting to find the—

“4 o’clock!” QR-16 ducked.

“Huh?—AAH!”

Rough appendages wrapped around XJ-34’s entirety, air squeezed from her lungs, unable to refill.

“Perfectperfectperfect!” The witch admired her capture. “What the perfect little girl indeed.” The creature’s eyes blared red, voice garbled, “How you’ll make a wonderful stew.”

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Creatives, if you want to be French but don’t want to go to protests and risk.. ya know..

Just keep creating.

Think about it, when we look back at history, we see the art, the books, all that. That shows us the true view of the times.

Your work doesn’t have to be directly related to this. My webcomic is about a group of silly traumatized gays from all different paths of life who form a found family. Their genuine existence would have my work banned in quite a few states if it was a physically published work. Their true-to-themselves nature is inherently political..

Keep creating. Someone, somewhere, sometime will appreciate it more than you know..

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Despite everything thats going on, keep on existing. That alone spites their agenda. We’ll get through this, okay?

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“I left a calling card so they would know that it was me.”

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You know you’ve improved your art skills when you draw a character for the first time and it doesn’t look like total shit. Like what? How did I do that? There’s no way, I’ve been tricked, hoodwinked I tell you

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This is my 2nd blog, hope y’all will check it out.

Per usual this project is made with a ton of heart, research, and a bit of insanity lol (like, I made a whole functional sigil system that aligns with the base magic system. I’m devoted haha)

(I will say that its kinda wonk on mobile, there’s supposed to be different tabs and such… welp, it is what it is.)

Welcome, this is the official blog for Silverbloom, a project that I’ve been sitting on for a few years now.

The idea: A mystery webcomic following Robin Silverbloom, a deadpan, gloomy mage who’s always finding herself in trouble— more like the trouble always finds her. One day while cleaning out her mother's attic, she finds her late dads case files, including his last case that got him killed… his murderer never found. Despite her hatred for solving mysteries, her intense curiosity and strong sense of moral justice always takes hold, this time leading her to Vysteria University, one of the oldest magick schools in the world. There she will find friends, foes, and what lies below…

Feel free to look around, the page will become more full as time goes on. First two pages are in “Part 1: What Lies Below”. Updates will happen when they happen, I’ll be sure to post here to let y’all know.

Also, you can ask me or the characters anything, make sure to specify who you’re addressing of course.

And yeah, that’a about it for now. Thanks for checking this out, I appreciate your time

Good now👋

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Happy New Year! 🎉

I know for most of us, 2024 had its good points and bad points… and despite everything, we got through it.

I know things look bleak, but I know we’ll pull through. Things will get better, you just have to know where to look, it’s all in that art of noticing.

I know I’ve posted this here but imma say it again:

“Lotus flowers can only grow in the muddiest of waters”

So stay strong, okay? You got this. Be kind to yourself.

Good luck, and good now👋

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Why do some of our greatest ideas form when we are half-awake? Or like how some artists take substances and good soup comes from that?

This is a legitimate question. I don’t understand the human brain well enough to formulate a proper conclusion.

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People who designed those elaborately detailed victorian mansions and gothic churches will always have my praises (and condolences) like holy shit it’s beautiful but I have no idea how someone even came up with something so incredibly intricate, it seems like such a daunting task.

I’m just sitting here having to design both soon, I’ve been studying their forms/what makes them recognizable but like what the shit is half of this? How do I design my own? I can barely make a simple house for fuck’s sake and now I gotta try and do this?? Damnit… here we go, I guess

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“Oh you’re so much calmer now, glad to see you aren’t a violent person anymore—“

Oh nonono, that bitch has relocated to the corner of my mind, entranced by those dancing fruit videos. I could easily turn that brain rot off at any given moment and sick’em, make a bastard want to crawl back into their mother’s womb— but I won’t waste my energy, not on Susan. Like look at her, old coot has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. Just give it time..