#I don't think I wanna draw the monstrosity they made

[forsoobado137]

They broke him.

[loverofpiggies]

Hi! Been a while since I've been on tumblr. Super happy to see you get back into comic making!! Could you describe the world of The Vulture? I wanna see if I can convert an old OC to fit the world (as a corrupter-master pair) but I have NO idea what would need to change about them (They're from a fantasy world that got blown up and now live on an asteroid in space. I imagine a lot would have to change)

Well hi there!!! Firstly thank you SO much, I'm so glad to be back making comics too!!!

Now I've been brainstorming a lot about the Corrupters, and I technically have two separate paths I'm considering for them. Right now most of them are still a mystery, besides the fact that Corrupters were created by one of the gods of this world. I think I also have it ironed out, that they're also all made from gypsum sand, which is why their skin is pure white. I'm taking a lot of inspiration from New Mexico landscapes for the story, so the world they inhabit is essentially a dying desert/mesa biome world. (Google White Sands National Park to check out gypsum sand dunes, they're *awesome*)

What powers each Corrupter is capable of, I'm not completely certain either. I'm not sure whether they should all have powers extremely similar to Mirror, or extremely different from him. I know for a fact if a Corrupter finds a way to break their chains and become free, or if a Corrupter becomes too powerful, they can gain wildly different abilities, on top of their bodies just sort of changing. Almost becoming sorta slenderman esque. Supertall doll-like monstrosities just sounds creepy and fun to draw. Kinda like the doll devil from chainsaw man, since the Corrupters are also sorta supposed to emulate antique porcelain dolls, too.

The world is also a very religious one, where the gods directly intervene in people's lives, and reincarnation is a fact of life. Right now I'm playing with the idea that becoming a Corrupter is a punishment for a soul that was cruel or violent in their past life. The god doing this particular punishment reincarnation might also just, pick a soul they think would be interesting as a Corrupter as well. Sometimes Corrupters remember their past lives, sometimes they don't.

Remember this is all SUPER early brainstorming still so this can all still change!! But I suspect the gypsum sand, and doll devil nightmare fuel ideas are probably sticking until the end.

[somewhere-at-the-burrow]

i wanna start by saying that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I HOPE BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOW ARE COLD 24/7. Your posts are always so entertaining, informative, and motivational, everyday i'm looking forward to see them. i can literally feel the love when you talk about your dr, it makes me so excited to shift to my dr.

after reading your post about Charlie, the curiosities i had growing up came back to me. To give a bit of context, i am romanian and Charlie was always my favorite Weasley bcs he lives in my country😭 i felt so special as a kid reading the book.

I wonder if he enjoys living there? Are the romanian community of wizards different than the british ones? does the culture influence the way wizards do magic? Did Charlie had to move to Romania to work because Romania has a larger number of dragons than other countries ? If not, why? I JUST HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS I'M SORRY😭😭

this was so sweet to read LOVE YOU TOOO <3

it is so cool that my stories are reaching audiences in romania whaaat?? I love the internet.

also, these are such cool questions, and I definitely don't know as much about Romania as Charlie does, but we do write a lot so I can try and answer what I know!! thank you for a fun ask :)

to start, Charlie has always wanted to visit Romania since as long as I can honestly remember. there are many dragon sanctuaries throughout the world, but the most well known one is in a classified location in Romania. I think Charlie said it was near Borca? I have no idea--- it is somewhere near the mountains and Charlie is not allowed to say much about it, so we piece together information that he gives us in letters!

Charlie has always been fascinated by the balaur, which is a creature he was always drawing doodles of since he discovered it in a dragon book. I'M NOT KIDDING, there is a drawing of the multiple-headed dragon monstrosity hanging at the base of the stairwell in the Burrow. this guy was OBSESSED

so, when he got accepted into the dragonology institute and preservation center in Romania, it was so monumental because he quite literally has been babbling about that place since Hagrid told him about it. also, the institute is very selective in who they choose to teach and have help in this dangerous environment, so it was such an honor the our Charlie got to go.

in his letters, he enjoys the culture and environment of Romania so much! he tells me that the mythology there is so detailed and there is such an environment of magical creatures that are studied and preserved in the country. because the sanctuary Charlie works at includes a worldwide effort, he is pretty immersed in all sorts of cultures and languages, but he has made it a goal to learn Romanian --so holiday will be wild when he comes back and shows that off!!

as for the Romanian government of magic... I don't know much and we don't hear about them that often :(

but now that I've gotten this question, I will definitely pay more attention to the news etc!

I do know that the Transylvanian quidditch team is IMPECCABLE. the world league is starting soon, and it is always a big deal with that team because they do the craziest stunts MID GAME. I mostly remember this one Transylvanian chaser named Beatrix Petri, who made a whole page in the Seeker Weekly for completing such a dangerous nose dive that even critics in the audience didn't know if she would make it. SHE'S A LEGEND

about the culture--- I'd say the mythology of Romania definitely shapes the way they practice magic and the way the rest of the wizarding world views that country! we can't go more than a couple days in my magical creatures class without mentioning some mythological / theorized creature that originates in Romania. it is the coolest!

hope this helped answer some of your questions!! i love love these little details from my weasley reality and I hope to one day visit Charlie in Romania (I hope!!)

also, no questions are ever too many! I love being here to answer them and it makes me feel so connected to my DR .. it is the best motivation!! <3

[sillytallguyette]

anyone wanna see darth plagueis book fanart i did in 2019? no? well me neither! horrid anime eyes, no bodily proportions, facial expressions WHACK but eh to save the eyeballs of you mindless, innocent scrollers, they are under the cut :)

so, in no particular order and with white scribbles covering my old signature, here we go!

first off, plagueis, i think sidious was originally next to him but it must have turned out terribly so i tore him out lmao. what are those eyes. and my horrendous spelling, but in my defense, until friday i only ever had the audiobook version (i now have the novel and am annotating it for fun?) btw the audiobook slays??? the voices are so good!

yippee! 11-4D! honestly this gets a solid 10/10 i have no idea what 4D looks like but for my 2019 art this is very good!! also i swear 11-4D is referred to with it/he pronouns!! so cool :)) my guy has more personality than all those 'other muuns' that just follow plagueis and hill around lmao

plagueis is so cool here! yeah ik he's killing someone idc he's my favourite guy. fun fact i had a crush on him at the same time these drawings were made (and you can see when the drawings were bc i actually put the date on this one!). also what the hell is that veruna monstrosity. ew.

palpatine!! look at his ugly-ly drawn face, and tell me he's not a natural born schemer. i love him so much now. dude i didn't do him justice :(( but yeah he's so cool!!

but here!! here i did him more justice!! yeah yeah he's got the typical anime emo over-eye shadow but look at him and tell me he's not about to murder his entire family and call a guy he barely knows for help. yeah? you can't. i even quite like the hair ngl!!

and last, but certainly not least, larsh hill!! HE'S SO UGLY WHAT?? ehmm anyway, apparently 2019 me didn't dismiss him as irrelevant, like i did until recently, and drew him <33 i love him now btw, plagueis' partner in crime, or just partner?? or father figure??? don't they kinda co parent san?? huh?? anyways im about 100 pages into annotating my copy of plagueis and so far only 3 people have called hego 'hego' - his parents, and larsh (twice!!). thats gotta mean something man...

ermm now i've gotta do some proper fanart so people don't doubt my artistic abilities. I'll probably redraw some of these and redesign characters, now that i have the time to do it!!

if you've gotten this far without pissing yourself laughing at my art thank you <3 /lh (it's not that bad, right?!! RIGHT?!! oh well who actually cares. i love most of it)

[xxskyethetiredemoxx]

Tw: mentions of suic1de and bullying

Tbh I've probably alluded to this before, but I just wanna rant about it, cause it was fucked up.

So, earlier this year, I was in this gc, with like 35 other people. I knew most of the people in it, but I only knew a few well. Anyway, some people there where absolutely fucking insane.

So for a bit of backstory, I tend to be a pretty confident, outspoken person, and I state my opinions about things, and about people, without caring much what people think about me — and a lot of people really don't like that about me (although a lot of other people do like that about me).

So a lot of people in that gc didn't like me much, and would try and annoy me as much as possible, and accuse me of ridiculous things (they accused me of saying the n word so much that I could actually dm it to someone, and no one would believe them that I'd said it, and would think that it was another person stealing my pfp and saying it).

Anyway, the main story centres around this one guy, I'll call him H. Some other people were involved, M (who would usually be involved), L (who often loved to annoy me), and E (who I'd had one argument with in the past and had barely spoken to her in my life). H didn't like me, I didn't like him. M was his friend, also didn't like me much, I didn't like him much, but neither of us were ridiculously rude about it on a frequent basis. L seemed to act neutrally to me a lot, liked to annoy me, but I'd had some funny conversations with him. He was involved in the argument with E as well. I don't have much to say about E except that she seemed like a pick me, she wouldn't care about me until the guys started harassing me, at which point she'd immediately take their side, despite not knowing me.

So one day, I changed my pfp from a drawing I'd made to a picture of myself. That was actually really hard for me to do, and I expected someone to say something negative about it. H decided to tag me in the gc and tell me to change my pfp.

I replied to him, asking why he's so obsessed with me that he cares, and he said that he wanted to "saved people from that monstrosity". This was abt when M came in, and started "commentating" (pretty much encouraging H, but in a way where he can avoid responsibility or accountability).

H and I went back and forth for a bit (I told him a could draw him with my left hand and it'd still look better than him, cause if he's gonna insult me, idgaf about insulting him more). L joined in, and was basically kissing H's ass, being like "you're so cool and funny and original and blah blah" (not what he said, just the vibes I got). E joined in, tried to aggravate a reaction from me for no reason.

When I told H to get a life, he told me to lose mine, pretty please. When I responded to smth he said with 🤓, he went on a rant about people using that emoji so much, and oh I must be at a loss for words, and etc etc. I asked him why I should waste my energy on him, he said he doesn't know, and why don't I save that energy and go use it by jumping. And everyone was praising him for being so clever and original (and telling me to end my life, and yk being so original by recycling the same insults over and over again, and telling me to end my life over and over again) and saying I'd lost and he's so great at winning arguments. I just told them all to get lives, and they started using the basic insults that boil down to "ew cringe emo" that have been around since before any of them were born. Yes, so original.

Yeah, I left that gc, and blocked those people. It was honestly exhausting seeing texts from it every day etc. I just wanted to rant a bit about it. Mostly when it's brought up now, it's cause I'm laughing about how H was weirdly obsessed with me, and how if he hated me so much, he should've just not talked to me.

[littlespoonevan]

Hey :) I love your hc, you are really talented 😊. Ok so the other day i was rewatching Skam (again) and I was thinking about what would've happened if Isak and Even did have that pre-game for the Halloween party alone so I was wondering what are your thoughts about that? I don't know if there is something about this out there somewhere already but anyway. Thanks

asjdfhdjsafhas anon, i honestly can’t believe i never considered this before omg my thoughts went to some wILD places when i was planning this.there’s so many poSSIBILITIES!!!! i hope u like it

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Isak feels uncomfortable.

And awkward.

Even’s been here for ten minutes and the conversationhas been about as stilted as it had that day on the tram.

Fuck, Isak never realised before how the majority oftheir previous conversations had had the crutch of a joint to loosen him up. Hestares down at his beer can and takes another swig, hoping it’ll start kickingin soon.

He draws his gaze up after a moment and it flits toEven sitting on the opposite couch. He looks ridiculous, dressed up as God in awhite tunic with a white, bushy wig and beard to complete the look.

(It might actually be more ridiculous that Isak stillwants to kiss him even dressed like that.)

(And he probably shouldn’t think about kissing Evenconsidering all that does is remind him of the kitchen and what almost happenedlast week before Noora showed up.)

“So, where’s Emma tonight?” Even asks, breaking Isak outof his reverie.

He opens his mouth and closes it again, nosewrinkling as he thinks back to his awkward rejection when she’d cornered him inschool to ask if he wanted to do something tonight. “Uh, I think she might begoing to that party?”

Even’s eyebrows quirk and there’s the hint of a smilebehind his eyes. “Thinking you might get lucky?”

Isak’s laugh lasts about three seconds and falls flateven to his own ears. “I’m not- I mean, I don’t really think it’s gonna workbetween us.”

He half expects Even to voice the same complaints hisfriends have been throwing at him for weeks.

“What’swrong with you, Isak? She’s hot.”

“Somegirl a million miles out of your league likes you and you’re- what? Trying toplay hard to get?”

“Whatthe fuck, are you gay?”

Isak grimaces and shakes his head but when he finallylooks over to gauge Even’s reaction there’s something like hope hidden in his expression.

“How come?” he asks quietly, unassumingly.

Isak shrugs, dropping his gaze to his lap again. “Idon’t know, I’m just- I guess I’m not really that into her.”

The longer Even stays silent, the more Isak can feelhimself start to panic. He keeps his eyes steadfastly downcast because he’sconvinced if he looks at Even now he’ll completely give himself away. He hearsrustling that tells him Even’s after standing up and it’s only the irrationalfear that he might leave that causes Isak’s head to snap up at the sound.

He watches, dumbfounded, as Even shuffles around thecoffee table and plops down on the couch beside him. Suddenly close enough forIsak to smell his aftershave, close enough Isak can feel the heat coming off himas he angles his body to face Isak.

“What are you doing?” he asks blankly.

“I was sitting too far away for such a seriousconversation,” Even responds blithely, mouth turned up at the corners when hemeets Isak’s gaze. “So,” he starts, resting his elbow against the back of thecouch and leaning his head on his hand. “Why isn’t Emma your type?”

“I can’t take you seriously when you’ve got thatwhite monstrosity on your head,” Isak says to deflect.

It works. Even makes an offended noise, reeling backwith his hand over his heart. “Excuse me, I put an effort into this costume,” he protests indignantly. “Which is morethan I can say for you. Is your toga made out of a hoodie?”

“Wh- I- Shut up,”Isak sputters, feeling his lips curve up involuntarily when Even’s laugh ringsout in the quiet of the room.

Even pulls the wig off his head, running a handthrough his flattened hair to muss it up. There’s something terribly endearingabout seeing it unstyled. “There. Happy?” Even asks with a pointed raise of hiseyebrows as if he still doesn’t have the beard covering half his face.

Isak bites his lip to hold back a laugh and shakeshis head. He doesn’t know what possesses him to do it – either the alcohol hasfinally kicked in or he’s just feeling brave – but he reaches over and carefullyunhooks the elastic band that’s still holding the beard in place from behindEven’s ears. Even stays completely motionless as Isak lifts the beard up overhis head but he can feel Even’s gaze heavy on him. He carefully avoids it ashis fingers brush over the sides of Even’s cheeks, dropping the beard on thefloor beside the couch.

There’s a moment where they sit too close, a teasingglint still dancing behind Even’s eyes and a faint blush still heating Isak’scheeks, and Isak thinks if he had the guts to do it he might close the distancebetween them. Instead he looks away and lets his eyes land on Eskild’s speakerssitting on the cabinet behind the couch.

“I’m gonna put on some music,” he mumbles, pushing himselfup off the couch and officially breaking the moment.

He plugs his phone in and picks the first playlist hesees when he opens Spotify. He doesn’t even really care what they listen to; he’djust needed a second to breathe. Nas filters out through the speakers and Isakfreezes on his way back to the couch when he hears Even’s delighted laugh.

“Ah so you’ve heard of him now?” Even teases.

“I’d heard of him before,” Isak huffs as he sits backdown, shoving Even’s shoulder for good measure.

“Uh huh,” Even smirks. The I don’t believe you implicit in his grin.

Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again.Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’steasing feels a lot like flirting.

“Anyway back to Emma.”

Fuck.

“Why isn’t she your type?”

Isak considers his options, considers a singleconceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girllike Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’salso just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why hefeels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “Shejust- I guess it’s never felt right.”

Even nods, silently gesturing for him to continue.

Isak swallows hard and looks away from Even’ssearching gaze. “Like when we first hooked up, she tried to, y’know- go down onme and it just wasn’t-“

“You didn’t feel comfortable,” Even fills in for himand Isak finally looks at him.

Silently, he nods. “Yeah,” he mutters after a moment.

“That’s okay, you know,” Even continues, voice andexpression completely devoid of judgement. “You don’t have to be ready for thatyet if you’re not.”

Isak shakes his head. “That’s not really it…”

Even nods and Isak can see dawning realisation in hisexpression. Or confirmation, maybe. He’s not sure.

“Honestly, I don’t even really want to go this stupidparty,” Isak admits with a half-hearted laugh closing his eyes and rubbing hishands over his face. He needs to get a grip.

“We don’t have to,” Even says immediately and Isak’s gazesnaps to him again.

“We don’t,” Even repeats. “If you don’t want to seeher. We can just hang out here.”

Isak furrows his brow. “Don’t you wanna go outthough?”

“Not if you’re not,” Even replies simply.

Isak’s mouth tugs up in a grin, some of the lightnessfrom before seeping back into the moment. “Would you miss me that much?”

“Something like that,” Even answers softly. And there’sa flicker of something in his eyes that Isak can’t decipher. Something he’s notsure he’s ready to confront yet.

So he looks away again and starts fiddling with thelid of his beer can. “Why can’t you really dump Sonja?”

The question surprises even him. He hadn’t planned onasking it but he can’t deny he’s curious. Because last week Isak had learnedthree things:

1.    Evensaid he and Sonja have been growing apart.

2.    Evensaid he can’t break up with her.

3.    Eventried to kiss him.

And he thinks, in order for number 3 to make sense,he needs to figure out number 2 first.

Even’s prolonged silence makes Isak look up. He’s gota distant expression on his face as he rolls his beer can from one hand to theother. “It’s complicated,” he sighs finally.

Isak frowns, thinking that’s all he’s going to getbut then Even continues.

“We’ve been together for so long- Sonja’s been therefor me through some shitty things. She’s…familiar. The thought of being on myown after so long is kind of scary.” He finishes it off with an uncertain shrugand Isak doesn’t think he’s ever seen Even look so…vulnerable.

He feels like he’s peeking behind a mask. Even hasalways seemed so put together, so cool and in control. The Even sitting infront of him seems…nervous.

“So it’s like a safety thing?” Isak asks.

“I guess so.” Even sets his can on the table but Isakthinks it might be more so he has something to do than because he actuallywants to put it down. “I’m not sure I’m brave enough to be on my own.”

Isak nods because he doesn’t know what else he cansay. He’s never been in a real relationship before and his desire to tell Evento break up with Sonja is purely selfish. He’s not exactly an objectiveadvisor.

“I’m starting to think I might want to risk itthough,” Even says quietly.

Isak meets his gaze and the intensity with which Evenis looking at him is almost stifling. The air is so heavy around them, Isakfeels dizzy. Feels like, if he’s not careful, he might fall into Even.

(He’s probably in danger of that anyway, though.)

“Why?” he whispers and he doesn’t even know how hemanages to force the word out but it leaves his mouth and then Even’s knee issuddenly touching his.

“I’ve just got a feeling it might be worth it,” Evenwhispers back. He’s got the same look on his face he’d had in the kitchen. Thelook Isak had seen right before he’d ducked his head and lowered his gaze, tooafraid of what that look might mean.

He doesn’t duck his head now though. Instead, he shiftshis body a little where he’s sitting so he’s turned more toward Even. He letshis body sway closer when the arm Even had been resting on the back of thecouch slowly reaches up to slide around his neck. Even’s fingers twist in thehair at the nape of his neck and Isak shivers, eyes drifting closed at thesensation.

“Isak,” Even murmurs and Isak opens his eyes again.Even’s closer, so much closer than he’d been a second ago, and there’s aquestion in his gaze.

Isak puts his hand on Even’s thigh and hopes that’sanswer enough.

Even’s throat bobs and Isak tracks the movement withhis eyes until the tip of Even’s nose is brushing his and Isak’s breath ishitching at the proximity. Their foreheads rolls together and the breathbetween their mouths is shaky and, with his eyes falling shut, Isak feels thefirst tentative brush of Even’s lips against his.

It’s barely a touch but Isak feels it like anelectric shock to the heart.

They don’t really pull away far enough to separate.Instead Even uses the hand on the back of Isak’s neck to guide him in again andslot their mouths together properly.

Within seconds it becomes frantic.

Isak’s fingers dig into Even’s thigh while his other handclutches at Even’s shirt and he can’t tell which one of them is pulling theother closer or if it’s a joint effort. Isak’s used to being the initiator withkisses because he has to be. Because he needs it on his terms. Because it’snormally all for show.

But right now- he’s the one being kissed.

And it’s fucking exhilarating.

Even’s lips are insistent against his own as theywork to pry his mouth open while his hands focus on tugging Isak closer andcloser until he’s practically in Even’s lap. And then Even’s nipping at his lipand slipping his tongue into his mouth and Isak is gone.

Metaphorically. Mentally. Physically.

He feels himself go pliant, feels himself melt alittle against Even and it just feels so right.The way he can feel Even’s mouth curve up at the sides every few seconds likehe’s trying not to smile. The way his lips are already starting to feel tinglyfrom the bruising weight of their kisses. The way his breath keeps exhaling asuneven puffs of air during the milliseconds where their lips are detached.

Even’s body is solid and real underneath his handsand it’s scary but it also makes him want to dig his fingers in harder, makeshim want to leave bruises to say he was here and they did this, makes him wantEven to leave bruises on him to provehe’s not imagining this.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to dothat,” Even mumbles at some point, the words half lost to Isak’s mouth.

Isak turns his head to the side to release a breath,forehead leaning heavily against Even’s as he flicks his gaze up so their eyesmeet. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Even smiles that brilliant, beaming smile at him andIsak is helpless, tipping his head forward to connect their lips again.

Even’s hands move when they kiss this time,gravitating to Isak’s shoulders to gently push him back toward the armrest.Isak takes the hint and lies back even though he can hear his pulse thunderingin his ears. Because suddenly Even is leaning over him – on top of him – and his brain short-circuits.

He’s got a boy lying on top of him. He’s making out with a boy.  And it’s not just any boy; it’s Even. He’s finally, finally kissing Evenand just the thought is enough to make him light-headed.

Even’s lips are just as soft as he imagined they’dbe, his hands just as strong where they squeeze his waist. They’re both toolong for the couch and that fact alone – that slight imperfection – is enoughto put Isak’s mind at ease and take some of the pressure off. Because kissingEven is intense but it’s also fun and maybe he’s still a little awkward andunsure but that’s okay because that’s what makes it actually feel real.

“So we’re not going to that Halloween party, right?”Isak asks breathlessly as Even’s mouth gravitates towards his jaw.

Even pauses and Isak can feel his laugh reverberateagainst his skin. Even pushes himself up on his elbows, reaching out with onehand to pull the gold wreath – that Isak had definitely forgotten about and that’sdefinitely askew on top of his head right now – out of his hair to toss on thefloor beside the couch.

“I think I’d rather stay here,” Even whispers as hesmiles down at Isak and there’s a playfulness in his gaze that makes Isak’sstomach erupt with butterflies.

Isak licks his lips, bravely threads his fingersthrough Even’s hair like he’s been wanting to do since the day he met him andsays, “We can do that.”

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