#comments much appreciated

[palemoonsdv]

chapter 2

a/n im thinking of adding small illustrations later...

----

Quinn's consciousness returned to her in slow phases. First was her sense of touch, feeling her body resting heavily in between two boulders, the wall of the cavern digging into her back. Then was her hearing, alerting her to the drip of water in some distant corner. Finally was her sense of self. No longer driven by the animal need to hunt, she was instead left weary. She opened her eyes slowly, dragging herself into a kneeling position.

Her clothes from the night before had long since vanished, torn to shreds during her transformation, and she shivered. First order of business: find the chest with her spare clothes.

It was right where she had left it, thankfully untouched. Hurriedly she donned the flannel and old jeans. Her hair was a mess too- it had escaped her braids completely, running down her back in tangles. She did her best to finger comb it- she had forgotten to put any hair ties with the rest of the supplies.

The water was partially to drink and partially to wash off the slime remnants. She hadn't gotten particularly injured last night, thank goodness, otherwise it would be for cleansing wounds as well.

By the time she was mildly presentable and heading outside, the early dawn sun was peeking through the trees over the northern mountain lake. Birds sang in the pines, as if mocking her ragged appearance and trudging, weary footsteps.

She made it to the house in time to turn off her morning alarm, set her pack down, and fall asleep, exhausted.

—

By the time the Egg Festival rolled around, Quinn desperately needed a break. She had figured farming would be more physically taxing than her old desk job, but it didn't prepare her for how tired she would feel at the end of each day. Of course, her rush at the mines was probably to blame for most of it. Every spare moment, every rainy day when she didn't have to water her crops, was spent getting deeper in the mines so she could find that perfect spot to transform.

But today was a festival. She could rest for a single day, couldn't she?

It was lucky she had packed a few special occasion outfits when preparing her move to Stardew Valley. The majority of her clothes were farm appropriate, but a dress every now and then couldn't hurt. Today was a day for a pale dress and a thin cardigan - which she changed into after planting and watering today's crops.

Birds sang as Quinn hiked past the bus stop and into town. She was a little bit late, thanks to her chores this morning. Everyone was already here.

She had long since met everyone in town at this point, so it was much easier to go around and say hellos. No one stared at her now - in fact everyone was just too busy enjoying the festival to pay her much mind. Just the way she liked it.

Marlon waved her over to where he was standing in front of Pierre's. "Lass, I hear you've been exploring the mines like no one else," he said. "You're likely to hit the bottom before next season ends, at this rate."

She couldn't help but smile a little at the quiet compliment. "If I'm lucky, sure."

"But be careful down there, you know. I hear there's something no one's seen before recently. Something big."

A pit opened up in Quinn's stomach. Her vocabulary was reduced to parroting words. "Big?"

"From the report, it seems to be bigger than a living skeleton, that's for sure."

"Report..?" How did he know what was down there, anyway?

"Linus was scavenging in the upper levels and heard it roaring down below, and was kind enough to let me know. I went down the next day and all I found were dead slimes. Whatever it was must've been hungry."

Hungry. That was one word for it, she supposed. Bloodthirsty might be a better term. But Linus - he was lucky to only be in the upper levels that night, and so was she.

A bit of her vocabulary returned. "Is it still down there?"

"That's the odd part - we haven't heard anything since that night. But my gut says this isn't a one time thing. The mines have a way of breeding the worst sorts of creatures."

"Well, thank you for the warning," she said. "I'll be careful."

Marlon nodded, putting on a lighter expression. "Go enjoy the festival!"

Her day ruined, Quinn turned to the setup in the town square, trying not to lose her footing as the world tilted around her. Damn it, her plan had gone to pieces so quickly. Of course other people were using the mines in the upper levels. She needed to go deeper.

Well, what she really needed was a cure for lycanthropy, but according to Rasmodius that was a slim chance. Her only choice was to mitigate harm. The only way she could live with herself these days was to cling to the idea that she was only hurting other monsters. If she got found out - or worse, if she hurt an innocent person here….

Mayor Lewis snapped her out of her darkening thoughts. "Quinn? You okay? You look a little pale."

She plastered a fake smile on her face and adjusted her cardigan. "Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking about, uh, turnips."

"A farmer is always on the job, I see," he said. "But if you wanted a small diversion, I have something to ask you."

He gestured over to the baskets lined up in the town square, which Sam had told her was for the egg hunt.

"You want me to do the egg hunt?" she asked, leaving the 'I thought that was for kids' part silent.

"We need someone to beat Abigail," he confided. 'I would let anyone try, at this point."

Quinn thought for a moment, seeing the rest of the egg searchers move to the baskets. "You know what, sure. I could use a little fun today."

She could play the role of carefree farmer for the day. It was just running around for eggs. Staying in the good graces of her neighbors was her best chance if she was discovered.

So she took off the moment Lewis announced the start of the hunt, her long legs propelling her from bush to bush in search of the pastel eggs. It felt ridiculous for someone her age to compete with children, but if Abigail could do it, so could she.

It was a failure in the end, though. Abigail beat her fair and square, and all Quinn could do was laugh at the dirty patches on the hem of her own dress.

She was so caught up in her performance of normalcy that she almost didn't notice one pair of eyes lingering on her more than the others. She turned mid laugh, only to see Elliott staring. The moment their eyes met he quickly turned away, bending over to say something quietly to Leah, who was busy downing a cup of punch. Leah grinned, then looked over to wave at Quinn.

Immediately panic surged in Quinn, but she fought it down. She waved back, deciding the most nonchalant course of action was to head over.

He doesn't know, she said to herself. He can't know.

She had been so foolish to tell the wizard, even as desperate as she was.

Was she even going to last the spring here?

—

"Is it just me or is the farmer looking particularly lively today?" Leah asked, taking a sip of her punch.

"I wouldn't say so," Elliott said absentmindedly, his eyes still on the pale freckled shoulder that had escaped the cardigan. "In fact she looks like she could be ill."

Leah looked at him side eyed. "Oh?"

As if she could sense him, Quinn turned at that moment, and Elliott tore his gaze away. No, he wasn't staring. He was just… just checking she was all right. Something about her face had seemed distressed earlier, though on second thought he might have just imagined it.

"You didn't hear that," he said quietly, mortified at his own lack of discipline. What was he doing, talking about their new friend so presumptuously?

Leah was already waving at Quinn, beckoning her over.

Elliott shot a look at Leah in betrayal. "If you tell her what I just said, I will never speak to you again," he warned.

"Oh, calm down. I'm just saying hi, Elliott."

As Quinn walked over this time, Elliott was hit once again with the revelation that she was almost eye to eye with him. Since only a few people in town were even close to him in height, this was a rare but welcome occurrence.

The strange look on her face was back. He couldn't quite place what was so odd about it, but he could tell she wasn't having a great time at the festival. As Leah and Quinn made their small talk, topics of conversation fled from his mind.

All he wanted to ask was-

"Are you really alright?"

Quinn blinked at him, mid sentence. "Sorry?"

Had he said that out loud? His mouth opened a little wider to allow him to shove in more of his foot.

"I just mean - I thought you looked a little pale earlier."

"Oh, I just didn't have enough for breakfast," she said hastily. "But I've had some of the buffet now so I really am doing fine. Um, thank you."

"All right," he said, trying not to sound like he didn't believe her, which he didn't. But if she said she was fine, who was he to push? It wasn't as if he had any say in what she did.

He just wished he could get his act together around her.

—-

After a few more minutes of small talk, Quinn excused herself from the festival completely.

Her walk home was quiet and slow. The darkness of twilight was welcome, as was the solitude. She didn't have to force herself to be what she wasn't anymore today.

As she stood in the doorway to her house, she couldn't help but stare in the direction of the wizard's tower, hidden in the distance by the wide woods. Would she be able to stay here? Or would she have to run again?

Either way, there was no running from the wolf.

[thebibliosphere]

Whenever I talk about the medical neglect and ableism I've encountered as a victim of the healthcare system, there's always some cockwaffle who feels entitled to come into my inbox and make the argument of "not all doctors" while talking about how "people like them" (because it's always someone in a field of medicine who does this) are doing their best and it's really hard because so many people fake being ill to get on welfare (Yikes), but like, yeah, obviously #not all doctors, because if all doctors were negligent, bullying scum bags, I'd be dead.

But here's the thing: while I truly believe that the majority of doctors are doing their best in a system stacked against them and their patients, their presence does not negate the mass harm caused by the bad ones. And there are far more bad ones than you realize.

Fuck, John Oliver literally did a segment on this last week:

Yes, the truly bad, malicious doctors are in the minority. Most are just horrifically burned out and fighting a losing battle against a system, killing both them and their patients through a lack of funding and resources and profound overwork.

But the malicious ones do exist, and they will go out of their way to harm patients who don't kowtow to them.

I almost lost my life because when I was in my early twenties, I told a doctor I didn't think she was listening to me, and I disagreed with her assessment of my mental health (she was not a mental health doctor, and I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain). She retaliated by putting "non-compliant" in my file.

There was also a fun little "doesn't show respect" note too that lives rent-free in my head because I know I wasn't rude. I was polite. I just didn't agree with her, and my refusal to accept her off-handed comment that "you probably have bipolar or BPD" (again, I was there for heart palpitations and chronic pain) meant I was "refusing care."

I wasn't. I just refused to be slapped with a mood/personality disorder when I was there because I kept fucking fainting when I stood up.

(Spoiler alert: it was dysautonomia)

That "non-compliant" marker followed me around for years. It followed me across an ocean and effectively ensured that any doctor I saw was going to treat me like absolute dogshit because no one wants to help Difficult Patients. It wasn't until I was so undeniably ill, literally on the brink of death, that anyone helped me.

I'm alive because of a good doctor. And all the good ones that came after him because of him.

So, I know they exist. You don't have to tell me that.

But I really fucking need you to acknowledge the bad ones and that you're part of a system with a long, long history of abusing minorities and vulnerable people. I need you to acknowledge that because it's the only way we're going to survive this godforsaken nightmare and make things better.

So yeah, #notalldoctors, but if you feel the need to say that because someone talking about being literally left to die by the medical system hurts your feelings, I'm going to have to ask you to take a step back and ask yourself if you're going into medicine for the right reasons.

Namely: do you want to help people, even the "difficult" ones?

Even the ones who might disagree with you?

Even if they're on welfare?

Even if they'll never get "better" in a way that means "cured"?

Just a thought. But hey, what do I know. I'm just someone who experienced hemolytic anemia because doctors kept telling me I was anxious and needed to exercise more 🤷‍♀️.

[sabertoothwalrus]

my chilshi marriage comic is not only about to become my most popular dungeon meshi comic, but one of my most successful art posts ever??? which first of all I'm very grateful! I'm just really shocked cause 1. gen stuff tends to do better than ship, at least for this fandom 2. I didn't think that many people liked chilshi????

[mail-me-a-snail]

TRUE BLU iii.

Does it ever bother you? What does? Not knowing for sure. ...Sometimes.

chapter 3 of true blu is UP !!!! all ur comments n tags on the prior two chapters were so lovely , thank you all so much <3 im rlly glad yall r liking this fic and i am beyond excited for the next few installments >:-)

[anbaisai]

Happy New Year!! 🎉🐍

It's the year of the snake, so who better to celebrate it with than our resident snake boy?

I may not be the best with words, but I really appreciate everyone that has showed me support in the past year. You guys have been amazing, and I hope to see you around in the new year too ❤

Thank you for an incredible 2024, and wishing everyone a wonderful 2025!

[notherpuppet]

which is it you guys? “Stop they’re too cute” or “MORE!!!!”????? I can’t do both

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[dollyhao]

princess!reader who has a close relationship with her personal knight abby anderson (smut, pining, tension, making out, cunnilingus)

word count: 2.4k

two years ago, your father decided that a woman guard would be whats best for you and it was the best decision he could have made. ser abigail anderson follows you everywhere, everywhere you go, she's only a step behind you, watching over you like a hawk. but there are some people in the castle that have some concerns, like how she stands so close to you, how her hand lingers on your lower back, or how she insists that she can protect you better at night from inside your bedroom.

but your father is quick to deny any concerns or accusations that people come to him with. who are they to accuse you of such a sinful act? what’s a better way to stop these insane rumors? an arranged marriage.

your father, the king, decides to bombard you with a bunch of men in the throne room, ready to take your hand in marriage. abby stands behind you as men walk up to you telling you how beautiful you are, and how these men would spoil you and give you so so many babies. abby is not only unimpressed but she’s disgusted. she looks over at your father who’s nodding approvingly at the men.

you look annoyed, finally saying, “that’s enough for today.” you say after the 7th man, you stand bowing towards your father before saying, “thank you father. this has been very insightful.” and you storm off. abby follows you to your room and as soon as you two enter, you're on her.

you push her against the door, standing on your tippy toes to kiss her deeply before she pulls away. “wait,” she says as you fumble with her stupid armor trying to get it off. “what’s wrong?” you ask still fumbling with the armor. “you don’t wanna talk about the whole marriage thing?” she asks you, helping you take off her armor. “no not really.” you say kissing her neck.

“well i do.” she says pushing you away gently. abby takes off her armor by herself, watching as you walk over to your bed and flopping down on it. “what is there to talk about? i’m not getting married.” abby sighs and rubs her fingers over her forehead, “we both know you don’t have a say in that.” abby stands in front of you in her tight trousers and long sleeve shirt that’s tight around her biceps. “so what do you want me to do abs?” you look truly sad at both of your predicaments, "what if- what if we ran away together?"

abby eyes shoot to yours, looking to see if your serious or not, “are you serious?” she leans a hand on the post at the end of your bed, “yes, im serious. how could i possibly get married to someone that's not you?” abby looks away from you, not even entertaining the idea, “princess...” she trails off and you stand walking over and grabbing her face so she can see the sincerity in your face. “we could be happy together, just the two of us.” you push her to sit on the bed while you stand in between her legs, "we could change our names, live on a farm, adopt some children, we could be together!"

"that's too risky, 'the princess and her knight going missing', people will be looking for us." your face goes sad and your eyes misty, "just think about it please... it doesn't have to be now, ok?" abby nods with a soft, sad smile on her face.

abby never expected to be placed as your personal guard when she signed up for the kingsguard and she definitely never expected to fall for you. when she was first assigned to you she was disappointed because how exciting could following a princess around be? and she was right, the job was unexciting. just following a princess—with no understanding of the outside word— around her large castle. thats all she seen for a while until you started to talk to her, rambling on and on about whatever came to your mind even when she wouldn't respond to you.

you were kind, funny and way smarter than anyone in the castle gave you credit for. when she finally started to respond to you, you asked her all types of questions about her life and you actually listened; interested in the stories she told you. and she found herself dreaming about you at night, imagining how life would be if you were hers.

it didn’t take long before you started laughing at her jokes and openly flirting with her; telling her how pretty she was, asking if she had a husband... or wife, trying to have her hang out in your quarters. she thought you were playing at first, that you were bored and lonely, and she didn't find it funny at all.

it was mean to play with her emotions like that, to have her believe that you of all people; beautiful, caring, sweet, darling you would be interested in her. so she put walls up between you two; she started walking behind you, not responding to your ramblings, not laughing at your silly jokes or the cute faces you make at her and she could see the confusion written all over your face and something her deluded mind perceives as hurt.

this went on for a week until one night while standing outside your door while you got ready for bed she heard crying coming from behind the door. abby turns to knock with a look of concern etched on her face, "princess? is everything alright?" when she gets no answer just sniffles and the sound of something breaking she bursts in completely on alert. when she does a quick look of the room and sees no threat just you in your sleep gown, standing next to a broken vase with tears streaming down your face. she closes the door and approaches you carefully like you're a scared cat that's gonna run any second.

"are you alright?" she asks as she reaches for your hand to pull you away from the glass. "am i alright?! how could i be when your being so mean?" you angrily snatching away from her. "i-i dont know what you mean princess." abby stutters at your sudden and blunt wording. "im sure you don't, ser abigail, you've just been treating me like-like shit for the last couple of days, for no reason!" you storm away from her with abby hot on your heel, "your highness! i-ive just been doing my job!"

"why wont you talk to me anymore?! have i offended you so badly you choose to act like im just some job? after all the progress we were making?" you wrap your arms around yourself, looking away from her, "i thought you liked me." with the moonlight streaming into your dark room, illuminating your figure, abby thinks you are the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. quick to reassure you and to get the hurt look off your pretty face, she quickly tells you, "i do! i like you in a way that is not at all proper for someone of my stature."

your hands fall away from your body and you're in front of her in a few long strides, "abigail, if you like me, i command you to tell me so because my heart can't handle thinking that i have wronged you to the point of hatred." you grab her hands holding them to your chest as you stare at her with wet eyes. "the only one that is wronged here is you, your highness." she says lowly, "im the one who has been having improper thoughts of you. thoughts that you cant possibly reciprocate."

abby doesn't meet your eyes but she sees your hand reach up and cup her face, "oh abby. ive never felt this way about anyone before." you mumble as you start to close the distance between the two of you. and abby closes the space and your lips are pressed to hers and they are softer than she could've imagined in her most vivid dream.

her gloved hands are on your waist as her body backs you up and presses you against your bed post. your noses are bumping against each others as you try to get her closer but her armor is in the way. you let out a frustrated whine and abby is quick to pull it off. she pulls away and your both panting, eyes locked on each other as she pulls her armor off and gloves. you stare at her swollen lips and the fly away hairs coming out of her braid.

when she finally has it off, her lips are back on yours but now you can feel her warm body press against yours. her hands roam your body squeezing and grasping at everything. you moan when her hand squeezes your breast and her thumb presses on your nipple. your hands are untucking her shirt from her pants so that your hands can trail over the hard plain of her stomach. abby shudders at your cold hands and her hips shoot forward bumping into yours and your hips chase hers as they pull back away.

"i wanna see you," abby whispers against your lips, "can i?" her hands settle on the strings holding up your gown, waiting for your confirmation. "yes-" you begin to respond before a knock at your door surprises the both of you and abby shoots away from you.

"ser abigail, are you in there?" said the voice of another knight that abigail knows because he takes on the night shift of standing watch outside of your room, while she rests. you and abigail eyes meet with scared but exhilarated expressions. she shakes her head, putting her finger to her lip and grabbing her stuff to hide it from view when you go answer the door. the knight knocks again and you hurry over fixing your gown and running a hand down your face before opening the door.

you crack the door and stick your head out, "no, ser abigail left only moments ago. she told me she was going to go get you so she could get some rest." the man averts his eyes from your form while your in your sleepwear. "oh. i must have beat her to it."

"yes, how diligent. um can you find a servant to bring me some water? my mouth is very dry." the man nods instantly and goes to find someone. you close the door again and whisper-yell for abby to come to the door. you see her come into the moonlight with her armor back on. "you have to go before he gets back!" abigail nods, placing a hand on the door turning to place a lingering kiss on your lips. you grab the sides of her head holding her against you and her other hand moves to grab at your waist.

"no, we can't! you have to go." you say pulling away only for abby to press a kiss to your cheek. you giggle pushing at her shoulders, "go!" and then she's out the door and rushing to her own quarters. you press your back against your door, breathing heavy while, waiting for the knock of the knight who hands you the water and you place it down before flopping on your bed. you lay remembering the way abby touched you and fall asleep dreaming of her.

and ever since that night, you two have been glued at the hips; secret make out sessions, notes being passed between you two, late night meet ups in your quarters. it was fun for the past year until this whole marriage thing. now your relationship is at risk and you want to risk running away together.

a week later, abigail follows you to the library in the far corner of the castle, where no one goes. once you enter the empty room your talking with a look of determination on your face. "i have it all planned out abs." you pull out papers you were hiding in your dress and place them on the table. "we can run away and i dont think my father will make a big deal about it! i mean im the youngest, and he has so many kids it wont be a big deal right? and we'll go far, i mean no one knows what i look like, i almost never leave the castle."

you gaze up at her with bright hopeful eyes. "you really wanna run away together?" you stand up straight, walking to stand in front of her, "yes," you place a kiss on her lips. "your willing to give up all the gowns and jewelry, to live with me on a farm?" she chuckles at the absurdness of it all. you frown at her laughing at you, "yes, if it means we can be together, im willing to give it all up."

abby cups your face with both hands, eyes roaming over your face and she sees all the love you've been giving her written all over it. she crashes her lips against yours, licking and biting at your lips. your breathing gets heavy as abby kisses and bites at your jaw, "abigail..." your hands are in her hair as she nips at your collar bone before getting on her knees.

she looks up at you pulling your dress up as your hands brace against the table behind you. abby's face is flushed as she lifts your leg and licks the juices dripping down your inner thigh to your pussy. you shudder at the feeling of her tongue licking at your cunt. you put one hand on her head as abby slurps at your cunt. "ohmygosh~" you jaw drops as you pant and tremble. "run away with me, run away with me please." you huff out as abby's hands grip your ass, spreading you so she can get deeper.

you moan and whine as abby's hot breath fans over your clenching hole. your hips buck into her face holding her hand thats holding firm on your thigh, "marry me, run away and marry me!" abby speeds up her actions when she feels you ready to explode. you cream on her tongue when you finish before pulling your dress back up over her head.

abby stays on her knees as she catches her breath gazing up at you like you put the moon in the sky. you both stare at each other as you catch your breaths. abby's face breaks out into a wide smile, "lets run away and get married." you beam at her.

and they lived happily ever after. thee end!

[abd-illustrates]

☃️ Eira ☃️

Finished art from this week's video! It was really nice to draw my ice boi again, but even nicer to see him (and the video itself) getting such a warm reception from y’all in the comments - thank y’all so much for the lovely energy 💖

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[jametartt]

2x02 / 3x03

[tinyfantasminha]

I don't want to keep clogging my blog with vent posts but uh... I guess this is a more general concern/observation

But it's getting real hard to stay motivated in fandom spaces when there's little compensation, and annoying occurrences are more frequent than good ones.

Mainly there's been less engagement/people showing interest in creators and their art (such as sending asks, making comments and reblogging with tags) and MORE parasocial interactions. This goes for both artists and writers.

Over this year I've noticed a vast disinterest within my public in general. Asks about ocs, my art, or just nice simple comments of ''I love your art'' has been getting more and more scarce. My follower number is bigger than 2-3 years ago sure and I get more likes on my posts but they are feeling more like just numbers and statistics than actual people who supposedly like my stuff.

And while people being parasocial with creators has always been a thing, I feel like it's gotten way worse... in general? People sending personal pictures out of the blue in hopes of being validated, unwanted psychological advice or assumptions about the creator without any established connection first ( <- these happened to me in the same week.) ventdump, just insensitive/lacking of common sense comments in general, unreasonable demands (mostly with writers)... I wondered at first if it was just me, but a handful of mutuals/acquaintances who are artists and writers seems to be going through it as well.

It's annoying. It's tough. It's getting exhausting. Creators pour so much of themselves into their work—countless hours, effort, and passion, all to share something meaningful or entertaining with others (and for FREE) The LEAST anyone can do is show respect, even if opinions differ. When a writer posts a fanfic, don't just say ''omg post next chapter!'', when an artist posts a drawing of their favorite character, don't just say ''omg draw (character) next!'' as if they're faceless content machines that are expected to churn out more '''content''' for you without acknowledgment, encouragement, or appreciation.

''I want to support creators but I don't know what to say and I feel intimidated by their talent so I just lurk silently :((('' I swear to you, no creator (at least not the majority) is making up an intimidating persona to discourage you from interacting with them. They WANT your comments. A single ''I love your art/writing/videos'' or even something as silly as ''I want to eat your art'' is enough to keep a creator sighing dreamily for WEEKS. It doesn't have to be deep! It's heartfelt and that's what it matters!! (Just remember to keep it relevant and thoughtful... It takes just a bit of common sense NOT to comment things like ''this looks like (another character)'' or ''this but with (another unrelated ship/character/show)''. No one wants to hear comparisons or unrelated ideas when they’ve poured their soul into something.)

In fact, the ''I like your art but I think you're intimidating'' feels more hurtful than flattering. It makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong, acting wrong. 💀

If you love that fanfic that changed your brain psyche forever and want to gush about it, go tell the writer. If you loved so much a piece of art that you saved it a million times in your phone and can't stop thinking about it, go tell the artist. Push away the ''they probably won't care about my comment/it won't make a difference'' thoughts. DO IT NOW. You won't know when they might go inactive forever or deactivate. You can't know if that is the last piece they will ever post. Make sure you show appreciation to creators NOW, while they are still here. While they're still not being replaced by AI.

[jagalart]

Bounty Hunter

A tengu character I designed for the greatest @ WithTheFox, thank you again for trusting me with this 🖤 I'm back to comms tomorrow so you can expect updates soon 👁️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[blvnk-art]

This is me, in 2018, sketching something in The Elephant House at Endinburgh. I rarely share a photo or video of mine but now I wonder why not :) Maybe I'll delete later but until there, here it is. The person behind all these HP comics.

[digimitsu-art]

Inktober2024 Day 18

I Draw Monsters If you like my art, please consider checking out my stuff and following me. It is greatly appreciated! ✨ Much thanks!

Beelzemon

[linkbetweenlinksau]

The Mark - part 1

Part 2|| part 3||