#blog one year anniversary

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At the start of this project all I wanted was to 'learn how to draw' using comics as a medium and the MDZS audio drama as inspiration.

I've come *very* far from making simple, 3 panel black and white comics, and I truly do intend to go even further. Thank you to everyone who cheered me on throughout 2023, it has been an incredible year in so many ways I never could have imagined. I look forwards to drawing throughout 2024 B*)

[pamithebunterfly2007]

Surprising that my blog have just turned one years old so YIPPEEEEE!!!!

Also I want to give you a HUGE thanks you to @prometheus2007 @programlara @adam-frankenweenie @nicky-toony27 @glitchy-across-aus @sleepi-toasti @cookiecat-7388 @torrentialchaos @sakiohappychan @dazzle-expandism @emo-gals-4life @choccymilky6055 @art1c-m0nk3ys @artgygrl @b0ba1nw0nd3rl4nd @roeldraws @manekimelikawaii @cxrxmelchoco @sicdios @lizzietherwbychibifan @leftunknown @chrisloch6-blog @chellys-catbox @clarkpercy @endomentendo @fall-into-my-void @sketchymenace @loki104-uwu @paintywolf @softpawsxd @smurfylegofan2005 @xshadowxrealmx @eminsunnytoons123 @toycoheartful @gothiestarzsuki @hellishhotel @mteavee2004 @9mysterybook6 @solosergiohd @halliedrawz and @zizzythehedgehog For everything, and I mean everything for being one of my moots and bestest friends, you guys help me a lot when things go down for me, a you guys make me my day and life better and I’m proud for that, you made me change for who I am now, Back then, I made tons of shitty mistakes and I tend to hurt a ton of people but my real friends are always there for me to help me learn from my mistakes, grow and change for the better good, you guys are the reason why I’m here, I’m meant to be seen and heard from others as well, you guys are the reason why I’m lead to becoming a good friend, you guys are funny, weird in a good way, artistic, creative, special, smart, kind, honest, and worthy for being my friends, Thank you for everything and everyone that helped me become a good friend. And Tis now, I have courage and kindness all over me and so do you.

[cheesemenace]

Happy 1 year anniversary, blog!!

This is one of the places where I feel seen and where I can be myself :)

[burning-academia-if]

if you're still doing prompts, can i req lars + yearning?

I somehow finally made it to the end LOL

Lars + Yearning!

"You always look at me like that." You jump from where you sit across from him at the table. Lars doesn't raise his head to look at you, and you're not sure how he sensed your gaze. He had never failed to.

You pause, before trying denial, "I'm not sure what you mean...?"

He sighs, finally lifting his head up to look at you, "Like I'm not right in front of you."

"I don't think that. Especially with how...strong of a personality you have." You try not to grimace as attempt to explain yourself. It isn't like that. You know that he's here, and that he wants to be here, but sometimes you're trapped in the rough beginning the two of you had. You know the boundaries are different now, but you find yourself hesitating on testing the waters and just how its all changed.

Lars narrows his eyes, and smiles like a wolf, "I'm aware, but you act like it. You're scared to ask for what you want."

"I don't want anything from you. Not really."

"'Not really' isn't 'no.' Name one thing you want from, right now."

You swallow, pinned under the weight of the glint in his eyes. All thoughts scatter, and you struggle to find an answer. All the hesitation has built up a wall, and you're not sure how to get through it. What do you want from Lars? The fact he's here at all feels overwhelming enough. You're not sure how to ask for more, when he already has given you the gift of staying.

"I'm not sure?" You try not to fiddle with your fingers. "I mean, that's so sudden. If I asked you what you wanted from me right now--"

"A kiss." You blink owlishly as his grin turns into the devil. "See? It's easy to say if you just let yourself."

Despite the bold claim, he doesn't move towards you, "You say that, but you're not moving towards me."

"Because you don't want that, right? You said you don't want anything from me." His gaze drops again, returning back to work but you know what he's doing. It's a trick you've grown used to at this point. The way he gets under your skin, trying to make you admit everything you hide under the surface. Too shy or nervous or scared or ashamed to say.

You hate this about him, but only because it works, "...I don't know, I meant that. It's so strange to say, but it's like I yearn for you even though you're right here. I feel like I don't have the right to ask for anything, still. I don't know how to ask for anything."

"Life's too short to live like that. Take what you want. You have my permission to take whatever you want from me."

It's not as easy as he says, but you try to commit this to memory. You repeat it over and over to yourself as you reach out and pull him towards you. He gives so much more easily than you'd expect from him, perhaps for your sake, and you press your lips to his.

His warmth, his heartbeat under your hands, his hand ghosting across your waist, are all reminders. He's here because he wants to be. You don't have to keep yourself small, and you don't need to worship someone just because they want to be in your life.

You pull away, and your head falls against his shoulder. You take a shuddering breath, and Lars lets you cry as the realization hits you. He doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night.

[darkfictionjude]

Oh shit I completely forgot that today marks the day when I first launched the game post and the blog essentially 😭

So happy birthday to me, to WE WRETCHED CREATURES and to all of you, those old and new

I wanted to tag some readers who have been here since forever at least to my memory and who I am fond of:

@selflesshart

@ixpv

@lupele1

@blueastheatlantic

@captainbobcat

@elegantunknownphantom

@ryusie

And to those who have nicknames who I don’t know the real blogs of ♥️

Here have a cake

[elevatortherapy]

a little winter anthy & utena <3

[askquarantinedredheart]

It's the 1 Year Anniversary of Ask Quarantined Redheart! Thank you all so much for following this silly little blog. As of this post, 195 of you are following Redheart's time in quarantine with tuberculosis. That's honestly a whole lot more followers than I ever expected for this story, especially for something that I've always considered a labor of love.

With working on the blog for a year, a couple of things popped up that I have mused on a little. I wasn't expecting people to latch onto two things that were originally very minor in my plot point document at the current point in the story: Redheart's crush on Dr. Stable and Moony. In my original plot point summary, I actually have Dr. Stable's first appearance right at the end of Volume 1 (no spoilers beyond that...) and Moony was just a nameless schizophrenic stallion. With Redheart and Dr. Stable, I figured that readers would be into it but it's been much more popular than I thought it would be.

And of course, Moony gets a paragraph to himself. In my original script, Moony wasn't a bat pony or even specified as a unicorn, earth pony, or pegasus. Like I said, he was just a nameless homeless schizophrenic. It's fairly recently that I realized that Quarantined Redheart isn't just about Redheart anymore. It's become just as much Moony's story as it is Redheart's. Their stories have become intertwined. There's a part of me that feels his popularity comes in part due to my medical training. I've mentioned a couple of times that I'm a medical student and schizophrenia is one of many medical conditions that we learn about. Even if I don't go into psychiatry, there's a part of me that felt that if I didn't put as much accuracy into portraying schizophrenia as I did with tuberculosis and its treatment, it would've been a reflection on me not just as a storyteller but as a doctor in training. Clearly, it paid off.

With all that said, what's next for Quarantined Redheart until the 2 Year Anniversary? I said a little while ago that I wanted to try to get Volume 1: Isolation finished up around May 2025, probably June 2025. This is also likely a very optimistic timeline due to clinical rotations, the next round of board exams, and needing to think about residency applications at around that same timeframe. But assuming the timeline does work out, Volume 2: The Other Side of the Door would get started about a month or two after Volume 1. And before anyone asks, there is no planned Volume 3 for Quarantined Redheart. It was always planned to be a two volume story. Maybe in the future there'll be some stories with the characters people like. But it wouldn't be specifically Quarantined Redheart and that would be very far in the future.

Anyway, that's enough rambling. Thanks again for sticking around!

[capn-twitchery]

grace's birthday is in 10 days wtf do i draw for it. help. open to suggestions i am crowdfunding his birthday plan

[faunina]

happy TWO YEAR anniversary to everyone who attended the destiel wedding!

and happy valentines day to the rest of you guys <3 click the image for a surprise!

if you’ve ever seen that one post (i’ll link it in the replies) about the parallels between the rodeo scene in 12x11 and the movie “urban cowboy” and it entirely broke your brain, then this post is for you. and also i’m kissing you on the mouth

[ID. Digital art of Dean Winchester done in black and white. He’s is laid back on top of an electric bull. One hand rests on his hip while the other hovers in mid-air, fingers slightly curled, and he seems to be looking at it. When clicked, the transparency shows Castiel standing behind him. Castiel is holding Dean’s hand to his lips, while his other hand supports the back of Dean’s head. Castiel has a visible halo and wings that he has curled protectively around Dean. End ID.]

[yeehawkpierce]

It’s been a year since that months old interview with Mike Farrell caused mass mental illness in the fandom <3 truly a historic moment for us

[raineandsky]

#85

The door slams. Footsteps tramp up the corridor. The villain’s gaze snaps up from the crochet in their lap.

The hero appears in the doorway. Their eyes lock for a long moment.

“Hey,” is all the hero says. The villain hums in return as they continue across the living room to the minifridge, tucked away in the corner, to grab a snack. Alcohol’s proven off limits with haphazard schedules like theirs—snacks are a decent enough substitute.

The hero flops on the sofa next to the villain wielding a bag of celery sticks. “Weren’t you meant to be out, like, an hour ago?”

The villain’s gaze is already back on the yarn in their hands. “Yeah, but I didn’t wanna go until the film finished.”

The hero’s attention turns to the tv screen in front of them. They’ve seen this film before. They’re not even an hour in. “Won’t [Supervillain] be mad if you’re late?”

“Well, timetables aren’t very evil.” The villain laughs shortly. “So no.”

The hero hums at that. “You’re really willing to be two hours late?”

“Why?” The villain squints at them from over the slowly lengthening jumper between their crochet hooks. “You got a girl waiting for you in your room?”

The hero scoffs dramatically. “I don’t even like girls, you moron.”

They dip into their bag of celery mindlessly, crunching on a stick for a moment before holding the bag out to their nemesis. Said nemesis looks entirely offended at the offer.

“Jesus, ew, no,” they snap, their tone playfully harsh. “You can just say if you want me to leave.”

“Oh, sorry.” The hero leaps to their feet, waving their celery stick at the villain like a priest might wield a cross. “Begone, demon!”

The villain shrieks in believable horror, scrambling away from the hero. “God, no! Not the celery!”

The hero laughs brightly. “Go to work!”

The villain makes some strangled noise of dread, clutching dramatically at their chest. “Fine, fine! I’ll go!” They practically leap for the front door, grabbing for their coat on the way. The hero mercilessly follows them into the hallway. It’s moments like these the hero remembers what a damn good actor the villain can be when they feel like it.

The front door gets flung open. The villain makes a show of fumbling for the doorway before turning back to the hero with a grin. “See you out there in a few hours?”

“Of course.” The hero shoves the last of the celery into their mouth in a show of peace. “Go wreck something so I can come beat your ass about it.”

“That’ll be the day. Pause the movie for me.” And with that the villain disappears out the door and across the little corridor outside.

The apartment sinks into comfortable silence as the hero shuffles back to the living room to turn the tv off. Then it’s to their bedroom, already shedding their jacket at the door.

The man lounging on their bed graces them with a slight frown. “Your roommate sounds exactly like [Villain].”

“It’s a curse. Everyone says that.” The hero ditches their shoes next. “Now, let’s make the most of the next couple hours, huh?”

The man smirks at that, clearly satisfied with the answer. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

[theartofmetal]

281. Tales from the Thousand Lakes - Amorphis (Melodic Death Metal, 1994)

Art by Sylvain Bellemare

The lyrics originate from a translation of the "Kalevala" - a 19th-century work of epic poetry compiled by Elias Lönnrot from Karelian and Finnish oral folklore and mythology.

The Kalevala is regarded as the national epic of Karelia and Finland and is one of the most significant works of Finnish literature

[lactose-tolarant]

neatly partitioned meat and cheese appeal to me on an aesthetic level ok mfer

[jigencaps]

[burning-academia-if]

Lars + Flustered, please and thank you :)!

Happy one year anniversary to people trying to figure out how to fluster Lars!!!!!

Lars + Flustered

            “You’re not going to get him to blush, let alone be flustered. You might as well give up now.” Had been Nevio’s advice when you’d finally broken down and asked him. The impenetrable wall that was Lars Angel was one you couldn’t even begin to climb.

            It wasn’t just that you wanted to get him flustered, but you thought if you could achieve that, maybe he’d be willing to show just a little more of his emotions around you. The flicker of emotions he showed were so mild and so calculated. Still, if even the members of the Student Wardens had either scoffed or wished you luck, you weren’t sure how you were going to manage this feat.

            You’d tried everything you could think of. Surprises, sweet words, heated words, physical touch, gifts, everything. He’d caught on quickly, and while you’d expected him to tell you to knock it off at first, he’d only given his usual sharp smile.

            “Keep trying.”

            The challenge in those words had made you keep going. Lars had yet to break, and you’d long since lost count of your attempts.

            You flopped on the couch in his dorm, staring up at the ceiling. With a long suffering sigh, you said, “I give up.”

            “On?” Lars didn’t even look up from his laptop. He lounged next to you, feet propped up on the coffee table, his hair faintly messy and glasses low on his nose.

            Another heavy sigh escapes you. Of course, you’ve never actually said your end goal was to fluster him. Even if it was obvious to him what you were doing, saying it out loud would have ruined the intention behind it. The whole affair had been an open secret.

            Lars reaches out and lightly brushes a knuckle against the top of your head, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

            “This isn’t something you’d be willing to help with.”

            He finally lifts his head, places the laptop atop the table, and turns his full attention to you, “I’m willing to help you with anything if it’ll make you stop mopping.”

            “I need a list of all your weaknesses pronto—”

            “Try again.”

            As he turns away you let out a groan, “How many times have I tried, only to end in failure and for my beloved to scorn me—”

            “You’re acting like a child.”

            “—whatever can one do in such a state?” You reach up for him, fingers trailing against his face.

            There’s not a hint of amusement in his expression, “You’ll figure it out. You have a whole lifetime to figure it out.”

            “A whole—?” He returns back to his work before you can process the implications. You sit upright, suddenly feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. An entirely unfair experience consider this is what you’ve spent ages trying to get him to feel. “Hey, I’m going to need you to explain that statement, sir.”

            He doesn’t. And he doesn’t for the rest of the night despite your pestering.

[one-winged-dreams]

@flatstarcarcosa and I talking about the ~semantics~ of Eden's conception just made me think about how when she was born she was a very normal sized child and I was like "Thank GOD she didn't take after your 6'8" brick wall genetics" only for me to turn around one day when she's 15 and she's already 5'11"

And then she's 6'2" by the time she graduates high school.

And I just turn to Angeal like "Well THAT could have SUCKED"

Now we just have to worry about the potential round two-