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TW: angst, some blood (also PLA spoilers)

From @waywardstation’s “It’s Nothing Personal, It’s Just Business”

What started off as a collection of sketches turned into this short, sketchy comic based on the climax & cool down of the story (the latter being the part I reread the most). I really love genuinely good men who end up being a found father to someone who needs help, & just about every fic Wayward made about Ingo & Akari does just that.

When I played Legends Arceus, I think I might’ve had the Volo twist spoiled for me? I can’t remember. It made me wonder if I could’ve, as Ingo does in the story, see him for what he was. Wayward very astutely points out how his behavior is very predatory; that alone tells me I probably would’ve been unnerved at least.

Meanwhile, Mizumi probably would’ve been taken by surprise as Akari was in the story (maybe?) - an idea to explore at another time!

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when i was reading the book entangled life which is about fungi and the author merlin sheldrake said that once he got his first author copies he was going to dampen the pages and use them to grow oyster mushrooms and yeast and then use the yeast to brew beer and then drink the beer with the mushrooms to complete the cycle of fungal knowledge. i was like really and truly this guy gets it

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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I love, love, LOVE your art!! All the love ever. Thanks for showing love to PLA and the most dad ever (Laventon).

DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD DAD

thanks for coming to my TED DAD talk

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checking one of my journals and i found this gem from my bin of ideas

Randy - Dialtown 2

"guy throws shoes at Randy every time he talks."

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an experimental piece

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curious

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been very inactive due to comms but here's a small doodle of a!emmet and a!cassius

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Someone didn’t stop at a 4-way intersection and I was given such a fantastic opportunity to honk at this guy as much as I wanted to. I kept honking and honking and honking. Like 8 times I honked at this guy. At least 12-20 seconds of nothing but pure, pure horn. Also I was the only other guy at the intersection. It was my private little show.

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this is simply the greatest video i have ever seen

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This is your daily reminder:

Spending all the money you don't have to show people you love them isn't actually how to show people you love them, because capitalism lies.

Christmas doesn't need to have anything to do with presents, at all.

The demon you summoned is having the zoomies with the Christmas lights.

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I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!