#and i figured i might as well

[flightyquinn]

This one's especially weird, because ?????? cigarettes are a bastardization of the sacred use of tobacco???? Invented by the white man???????? Like, smoking "recreationally" is not really comparable to the traditional ceremonial use of tobacco, and cigarettes are a heavily chemically adulterated product, much different from the kind of tobacco that would be traditionally used in those practices.

So, uh.....what???????

whats your opinion on smoking

I think it's hilarious, especially cigarettes. I love how "stick that makes you die faster" is LITERALLY it's only selling point.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[drownthehatch]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[hinamie]

bw sketch practice before i leave on holiday !!

[pigeonfeather]

Can I offer you a snack in these trying times

[macden]

[metalmachination]

practice sketches with the moon. bottom is olderrr

[jazzandpizazz]

i may have started watching star trek…

[angelshizuka]

I only ever see people talk about Stolas calling him Blitz instead of Blitzy AFTER their "date", but I don't see enough people talk about the fact he already started doing it DURING their "date".

"Oh, Blitz! How romantic is this?"

"Oh, Blitz. What are you looking at?"

"Do you prefer red wine or white, Blitz?"

"So, Blitz... how was your day?"

There's none after this, but only because Stolas barely talks for the rest of the scene. He didn't call him Blitzy once during their entire "date", because he was taking it seriously.

If people still dare claim Stolas wasn't trying to make a genuine effort I'm going to bite someone...

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Sometimes a day makes you want a Starscream to bite and squeeze

[untitled-tmnt-blog]

... I have a lot of thoughts about Draxum.

[dapperrokyuu]

Luka vs. Till is the funniest faceoff tho. Like, what is Till even gonna DO? Purebred pedigree dog vs. stray mystery mutt found in the garbage and literally 50% discounted, FJFJEKFKDKCJEJ-

[that-house]

“Tell me about magic,” I said to the god wearing my friend’s corpse.

It (I would not grant it the honor of using her name) smiled at me the way she used to smile. It looked like shit, by the way, streaked with mud and blood and slowly spinning new flesh from atmospheric carbon to patch up the bullet holes our latest acquaintances had left it.

“I know every word in your human languages and none of them suffice. How would you explain a black hole’s accretion disk to a fish?���

“I don’t know. Try.” I didn’t bother voicing the threat but it was implicit, as it was in all of our conversations: your kind has died only once before, but it was at the hands of mine.

It sighed with the weariness of a parent about to talk down to a kid, but it signed up for this when it trapped itself on this rock with me. “It’s a puzzle that’s almost been solved since forever began, a puzzle of infinite complexity worked on by the million sharpest minds to ever be, all themselves fractured into dizzying arrays of subminds in temporally upspun pocket universes, all striving to refine those secret arts of law and mastery. It’s cooperation and competition, vines of knowledge strangling each other as we reach ever upwards towards the sun, clawing at each other in our desperate want. It’s a science. It’s like breathing. It’s like love.”

“I distinctly recall you saying that love is an idiocy reserved for us mortals, and a more efficient chemically-induced blindness than sodium hydroxide too.”

“And I maintain that stance, but it gets the point across, does it not?” It huffed with exasperation, you know, the way that she had a thousand times when we were young. An affectation? Or a bit of humanity bleeding into the monster?

“Mhm. Sure.”

It side-eyed me but kept talking. “You don’t have the point of view it would take to truly understand magic. You never will. Even if you saw the world the way I did, you wouldn’t have the context or the time to decipher it. For you it can never be a science, only ever an art.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“In truth I envied you. With infinity at one’s proverbial fingertips, what else is there to do? The greatest possible workings have all been deduced, those most absolute and inviolable inflictions of the will upon the cosmos, and all that remains to study are the fleeting shadows of concepts beyond even us. But you humans, you tread on new ground that we’ve long since mastered, internalized, and then forgotten. The best you can manage without literally blowing your own minds is a little teleportation. You’re clueless and flawed and you fuck it all up whenever you get the chance. And I envied you.” For a creature enamored with paradox, the idea of a god envying a mortal sure pained it.

“So you cut it all free, cast off the godhead, and came down from on high to slum it with we mortals. I bet you’re regretting that now,” I said, sticking my finger in the last bullet hole and giving it an experimental wiggle. It winced, but the wound closed up like it had never been as I withdrew my finger. Pain is a just a signal, it was always fond of saying. But it still cried whenever it lost a limb.

“Not in the slightest,” said the once-god wearing my friend’s corpse. “This is the most alive I’ve felt in eons.”

[hinamie]

round 2 of prelim designs for @philosophiums n my lovechild of an au

first year trio

[jukinthebox]

for some reason i couldnt get this little moment from ch 8 of this fic by @razzledazzledee on ao3 out of my head sooo…i made this lol

[i have a couple full-length comic ideas im planning rn and im trying to get more practice with actually drawing out comics by making these little minis sooo if anyone has any fic recs lmk and maybe i’ll make some more random comic scenes like this lol]

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