#I can't do it WELL but it's fun

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

[insert poetic title here]

fun fact: this did not start out as isat fanart

(rambling in tags)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[jvlianbashir]

"the creator said in a reddit thread -" "the official twitter account posted that -" "the actors confirmed in a livestream that -"

i don't care and that's not real to me. put it in the text.

[welcometogrouchland]

ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

[traffrogers]

Not @briefle, @terraglows and i making a comic for @hotguycomiczine???? surely????? with much help from @gingermaple

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[vaguely-concerned]

obsessed with the fact that if you choose the last purple option in lucanis' romance chat before going off to tearstone island ("they MOVED the MOON!!!" still in the running for the best delivery in the whole game btw it's so ineffably hilarious to me), it's rook who flinches away just a little bit (if still warmly <3) and tries to change the topic and lucanis who's steady even though he's clearly still so afraid. 'don't tempt fate'/'*the softest fucking voice you've ever heard in your entire life* I don't intend to'. pain and suffering

lucanis looking at rook and helplessly, with a wonder that verges on despair, saying 'what would I do without you?' is soooo. especially at that point in the relationship and with what's about to happen. and for whatever reason rook can't quite stay with the fact that they do mean that much to someone, that they are so reverently and so groundingly 'I want to know what your favourite food is so I can make it for you any time you want it' everyday loved, it's too much and they have to deflect from it or the fear of losing it. can say some very interesting things about them, too.

(there is also a Pattern in that in my estimation lucanis frequently responds better to inviting humour than to earnest shows of concern -- it seems to help him be more engaged/online to be offered that more neutral space to meet you in and uh 'build' the conversation around something funny together than to be confronted with compassion head-on because that clearly mostly deer-in-the-headlights him, as we also see with some of the early flirt options haha. contrast this especially with bellara, who repeatedly gets genuinely upset if you try to make light of some pressing and painful situation she's dealing with (girl I'm so sorry I'm so jestercore and I canot change this but I'll try :'( for you). I think the times lucanis reacts negatively to the purple options are much more about you siding with other (frequently more charismatic lol) people against him or throwing him under the bus interpersonally -- like seeming to go along with illario's charm offensives, or telling teia lucanis didn't want to come help out with caterina's funeral and he'd just sit alone and brood about it if you didn't force him (???!!! hello??? unprovoked and deeply unkind out of left field???? this option is so fucking MEAN and for what fhdaskjfa you're telling me there's no way for rook to be a bit of a dick in this game?)

when it's one on one conversation he consistently seems to find it quite comforting, though... which makes a lot of sense because in many ways it's how he interacts with illario, just shorn of the resentments and hidden daggers and things they Do Not Talk About but really should beneath the levity that makes it sharp. it's gone ugly between them, but I think the affectionate instinct beneath is real and goes back a long way before all of that festered -- it's a form of play he does with people he loves. and uh. not really caterina huh. notably.)

[meirimerens]

pathologic fest day 19

"In the Darkness"

where nobody dwells but the earth herself

[crxwes]

Hello! I hate doing this but my rabbit needs surgery and while I can't afford the more extensive procedure, I'll try my best to pay for the more urgent one , it's about 3.5k~

So if you'd like a commission or just share this post it would mean a lot! Thank you 🫶

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[sergle]

man, you know, nobody asked me, but I have such conflicting opinions on some of the fat falin art, where on one hand: it's always nice to see A Fat Body in fanart anywhere + it's being done in positive ways, for funsies and on the other hand, there is something so familiar about how you are automatically The Fat One if you are a woman simply standing next to a more petite woman, bc I've had a 0% hitrate in seeing people change Marcille's body type and keep Falin's, or change both of them. it's just Falin

[faragonart]

We interrupt this program to bring you...

Echo

[suokumi]

A little experiment with using different brushes for sketches and lineart a bit of thots under the cut

it all started again with thinking about wanting to improve art, most of my favorite artists tend to use textured bruh for lines (sometimes it applies only to lines, sometimes it applies to both lines and filling)

so i had to prove myself a point:

And glad I did! It reminded me why I stick to the way I draw (which is comfy and saves me from a lot of stress during drawing process)

But more importantly! I realized in which direction I actually want to move to improve (in current situation it's having steady shapes)

I still have no idea for the end goal tho, as well as I'm still debating textured brushes, which I don't use unless i'm writing text

But that's art journey for you, constant improvement and learning uwu

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[tblsomedoodles]

The Preferable Alternative- Prologue - Part 1

Start (you are here) - Previous (none) - Next

New au. I can't explain the main thought behind this without spoilers. And since i'm jumping straight into a multi-part comic, i won't be giving out any.

Basically vibes for this is that it's kinda creepy and maybe suspenseful with eventual hurt/comfort (if that doesn't make sense, im sorry, i have a hard time describing things). I'm also pretty mean to Donnie. Not "Donnie vs" mean, but unfortunately this idea wouldn't work with anyone else.

(for those that get anxious, like me. There is no main character death. (might not be death at all but we shall see. that depends on one character and even i'm not sure exactly what they'd do yet.) and no one's gets serious physical injuries. Definitely more hurt/comfort than plain angst. b/c that's how i roll. I can't do straight up angst.)

I'll write a proper summery once the prologue's done. I don't want to spoil it too much. For now, just know it's a PB&J duo story that happens during the 6 weeks before the Krang invasion.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

saying this as respectfully as possible but. Do not put fandom content creators on a pedestal. We are also just fans contributing to a community just as you are. We have boundary on our own work and that’s it. What I say is not and should not be considered sth the whole fandom should listen to. I’m just a normal ass person ranting about things on my blog. If it does not have a fandom tag for others to engage in, do not make it out to be me trying to start fights or addressing the whole community. Because it’s not.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again, my art, my lore talk, is biased. I’ve never tried to hide that I view Marika a certain way and will always develop my theory following that base assumption.

Aside from translation stuffs and pointing out in-game items, everything else I say you can look at it, agree or disagree, and move on to form your own opinions. Just because I draw stuffs doesn’t mean you get to saddle me with responsibilities about managing fandom expectations. What the hell? I’m a fan artist, I’m the last person who you should look at for “leaderism” (?) WHAT?

I can and will be a hater in my own space, like I know sometimes other artists will just post their stuffs and not engage too heavily with fandom, and for a while I did try to do that here (because I’m already a dramatic ass on twitter), that’s just not me though.

You will get art and you will get my opinions as well.

[yayll]

idk if u feel comfortable writing marriage but dazai proposing perhaps...? i love u and ur dazai so baddd you capture his depravity perfectly :(( <3

PLEASEEEE ALL IVE EVER WANTEDDDD IS SOMETHING LIKE THIS i want to see him soft, deranged, and so far down bad for u that he can't even recognize himself in the mirror. thank u baby, i hope u enjoy this!

~ a little something about Dazai and the concept of spending forever with you ~

"... Soo, what are you wearing?~"

You roll your eyes at the way he flirts lamely on purpose, flipping through the channels of your tv. A smile tugs at your lips as your other hand holds the phone to your ear.

"... I'm wearing something warm. Might watch a movie, you should stop by."

He smiles from the other end of the line, your reply as generous as always. He's forever at your beck and call, but tonight is different. He wants to spice things up. He clears his throat, letting out a dramatic sigh along with his response.

"Oh, l'd love to, but I'm currently about to jump off a building and I seem to only have mere seconds left to discuss the true meaning of life before I swan dive right into the abyss!"

You immediately put your remote down and raise an eyebrow, your voice becoming tinged with concern. You were used to this, but the edge in his voice always did something to cause chaos in your decision making. Your own personal foil.

"Where are you? I'll come get you."

"I'm in the trenches of my own desires, I'm afraid..."

You sigh and rub your temple. Patience is probably the only thing this man has taught you.

"What do you want me to do, then?"

There's a long pause after that, followed by the wind bellowing on his end. He murmurs into the phone, his voice softening.

"...Marry me, I suppose."

"You're dying anyway, does my answer even matter?"

His lips curl into a wicked grin, he loved when you played the game back.

"It may alter a few things, yes. What do you say?"

"I thought you didn't care for all of that official stuff..."

You hear a hearty chuckle, strained and practiced.

"Maybe I can care a little. Come on, cutie. Think faaaast."

The way he purrs that last line really makes you contemplate what sin from your past life you must be repenting for, because that's what dating Dazai felt like at times. You were always so careful, always keeping track of everything in your life so effortlessly. There wasn't a last minute plan or a late night talk you couldn't fit into your routine and you manage to somehow include him in all of it.

You were a saint.

You didn't need to put in all of the extra effort being with someone like him comes with, yet you always seemed to genuinely want to. You never tried to fix him either, but you made sure to always be there when things got especially dark and laughed at his self-deprecating jokes in public when everyone else would stare in concern. You knew him and how he operated, this wasn't going to spook you so easily. You simply cross your legs and sink further into the couch as you reply in a deadpan voice.

"Sorry, I don't accept proposals over the phone."

You hang up right after saying that.

Upon hearing the call drop, he bites back a groan, your indifferent reply going straight down to the already aching warmth in his pants. He laughs to himself for a moment, the brisk wind pushing back his messy brown locks as he sits there thinking about what grand miracle must have happened for him to finally meet someone who could match him. Other couples marked milestones with dinner or a card, but you guys did things differently. He found it intoxicating when you made him work for it, something no one could ever make him do even if it really did come down to his own mortality. He was a slackoff, a total waste of bandages some have said, but whatever you saw in him was the reason he still bothered with the meaninglessness of it all.

Your love enables him to be worse for the better!

Dazai finally decides to call it here and carefully makes his way down from the roof of your apartment where he's been the entire time. He hopes you never find out this isn't the first time he's done this, sometimes his self care consists of watching whatever you're doing from a distance and that's okay! That's giving you the space you've asked for before! This is just a form of foreplay, really. He dusts himself off and walks a few steps to your front door. He knocks exactly one time before you open the door, your face going from pleased with yourself to absolutely clueless in a second.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"I jumped, remember?"

You look up at your ceiling and then back at him, finally connecting the dots. You huff and immediately smack his arm.

"You could have been inside with me the whole time instead of freezing out there!"

He clutches his arm and makes an exaggerated pained expression, quickly replaced by his signature smirk. He nods with enthusiasm.

"Yes!"

You sigh, stepping aside.

"You're a nightmare. Come in."

He immediately obliges, striding indoors and hanging up his coat on the rack. He turns to you, like some proud little kid with his hands behind his back. You two stare at each other for a few moments, your cheeks flushed and eyes narrowed while his are strangely at ease. Not a single recognizable expression on his face, deceptively thoughtless. Only Dazai could make you feel this way in your own home, it was a wreck for the butterflies in your stomach and an even worse reckoning for your heart. He steps a little closer, breaking the quiet streak with a playful murmur as he tucks a piece of his messy bangs behind his ear, showcasing that devastating jawline.

"I was just strolling around the neighborhood when I thought about how the act of proposing is a subversive act on its own. A defiant gesture against the monotony of existence, a true act of rebellion! It's endearing to willingly enter a cage of gilded societal expectations for someone, don't you think?"

You simply stare in awe for a moment, catching yourself from whatever he's talking about. You shake your head, letting out the breath that you've been holding. Patience, you remind yourself.

"Don't be so dramatic, Osamu. You're barely taking yourself seriously."

He tilts his head when you say that, leaning down to meet your gaze with genuinely curious eyes and lopsided smile. A wild fire burning behind them as your answer does nothing but excite him.

"Have I ever been anything but dramatic? You should marry me for my honesty alone~"

You snort, rolling your eyes, as you look off to the side for a moment. It's hard maintaining eye contact with Dazai, he will always devour the last bit of your dignity before you manage to get your bearings. When you don't say anything, he mutters once again, voice getting softer by the second.

"...l wouldn't mind getting down on my knees for you. I do it all the time."

You snap your face back to him, letting out a flustered gasp as you smack his arm again.

"Osamu!"

He giggles, eyes burning with desire. Your touch feels so good in any format, he can do this all night. He hopes you'll go for the face next. He places a hand on your waist, bringing you in closer as his long bandaged fngers gently hold you in place. He whispers, leaning in so that his nose brushes against your neck, each word reverberating against your veins as he speaks painfully slow.

"It's your fault for having a thing for hopeless, lost cases. You still like those, right?"

His other hand tips your chin up as he begins to place small kisses along your throat. His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine, especially when you feel the wetness he leaves behind as he nips at the soft fragile skin of your neck. He murmurs once more, purring into you as he slowly backs you up into the hallway.

"... Always having such terrible taste in men, always going for the ones who are more trouble than they're worth. I can't say I'm not thankful, it's sort of why I'm here to begin with."

You reply with a soft whimper, and that makes Dazai grin against your skin, enabling him to continue his assault on your neck. He's vampiric with the way he hopes to kiss his essence into you, a biological love letter embedded into his lips and entering your bloodstream with every little mark he leaves behind. He's parasitic and he wants nothing more than for you to never be able get rid of him. He bites down on your pulse point ever so gently, and this finally gives you the ability to become vocal again.

"Mm, what a weird way to propose..."

He laughs at that, his voice full of mirth and desire.

He pulls back from you, eyes dilated and his chest heaving slightly from the amount of his pathetic need. It feels even better when he knows he deserves none of it.

He traces a finger from your collarbone down to the center of your chest.

"Is that a yes?"

You hum, pretending to think, as if you haven't dreamt of a moment like this your entire life. As if Dazai wasn't the last person you'd ever imagine caring for something so tangible and grand besides death. It excited you, it terrified you. He's scanning your face over and over, trying to anticipate your answer and for once, he can't.

"I don't see a ring."

Dazai pretends to look offended, huffing into a laugh as he keeps his hold on you firm. He grins as he speaks, his finger trailing further down your torso until he can feel your navel through the fabric of your knitted sweater. He pokes it, causing you to jolt.

"I thought I made it pretty clear that I wasn't against getting down on my knees for you. Say yes and these things can be arranged, duh."

He knew the answer before you even opened your mouth, before he even stepped into your apartment. He wouldn't have spent months researching the perfect weather conditions to sit up on your roof and stage a 'casual conversation' with his beloved for you not to be ready to make the big jump with him. The metaphorical one, of course. He hasn't planned something this elaborate since the day he met you and vowed he'd make you fall for him. Even now, hours later as you both lie in your bed he knows you were always for him, undoubtedly so.

Waiting for a revelation proved to be worth it in the end, especially now as he slips the gaudy piece of cheap plastic he got from a vending machine onto your bare ring finger while you sleep soundly at his side. It's shiny and hollow like the epitome of human desire, typical in Dazai fashion. He figures he'll get you a proper ring someday, but for now this will be the beacon of his love for you, a testament that he meant the madness he put you through earlier as your sweet voice repeated a series of pitiful 'yeses' and 'love you's' while he buried all of his doubt and insecurity right into your loving embrace. You handle his misery so well, why wouldn't he want to keep you and hoard your affection for all eternity?

He holds up your limp hand and admires the way the plastic object sits awkwardly on your finger, lopsided and far from what you actually deserve, much like how he is in your life now. He mutters, his voice oozing with pathetic endearment as he places a featherlight kiss onto your knuckle.

"... Till death do us part, cutie."