#deboning

[an-albino-pinetree]

Here’s my oc Wren! From @sm-baby ‘s new ‘The Eyes Of Cats’ story!!

Yes, I’m aware this just looks like a more feral Tree in a jacket- (this is essentially just Tree, but in TEOC), but I wanted to give her a name, and an “apocalyptic” personality, to separate her a bit. <:]

“Cat breed”: Blue Somali

When people say “Oh, my cat is a real mouser” that’s the kind of “cat” she is. She has a very high “prey drive” (She came from/grew up in, a big hunting family, before the apocalypse)

She’s very skittish and defensive, personality wise. Untrusting and flighty.

Pros: Highly skilled in survival/street smarts/hunting.

Cons: Trust issues/doesn’t get attached readily. Will possibly screw you over, if it means she gets to remain safe.

[buffetlicious]

There used to be this mini food court called Teng Sheng Food Gallery (腾胜) on the second floor of Sembawang Shopping Centre. Brought mum there a few times previously for dinner. Got the S$6.80 bowl of Salmon Don (三文鱼饭) with soup for her. A slice of pan-fried salmon with egg covered rice drizzled with teriyaki sauce.

My S$8 plate of Mexicano Chicken Chop (墨西哥鸡扒) came with a pan-fried deboned chicken drumstick drizzled with cheese sauce and French fries. The side dishes were pathetic though with just the tiniest scoop of mashed potato, a tablespoon of corn kernels and lettuce. However, the chicken was decent tasting with the ample cheesy sauce.

[ckret2]

The Axolotl chapters are jaw dropping from the writing to the art but I keep remembering that after this ends we're probably getting punched in the face by the Bill Flirts With A Government Agent plot. Absolutely incredible

I just checked to see what's going on in the next non-flashback chapter.

Yeah it's gonna be some wild mood whiplash lmao

[whipcontroller]

Who's a Sleepy Baby~

Pairing: Belphegor x GN!Reader (MC)

Word count: 2267

Content warning(s): d/s dynamic with MC as the dom, somno, age play, demon form/anatomy used

A/n: It's all consensual! This is smut ;P don't like; don't interact

Ao3 link if you prefer reading it there (I prefer you read it here, but do what you want 🤷)

Summary:

If the tags aren't clear enough, we got... *checks notes* sleepy/half-asleep grinding and masturbation, d/s shit, and aftercare going for us... Yeah, enjoy 👍

Or

The one in which you wake Belphie up to an orgasm, but your clingy baby wants more than just fading pleasure.

You wake up to the smell of fabric softener and stars. Belphegor. The pleasant sensation makes you smile in your half-asleep haze. He must have shifted into his demon form while you guys were asleep because you can feel his tail wrapped around your leg. You scoot closer and hug him from behind, nuzzling into his neck to catch more of his soft scent. He mumbles and moves closer to you.

He's so cute.

You can't help yourself and nibble on his ear. He lets out a chuckle in his sleep, only encouraging you to try to elicit more reactions. You flick his cheek and poke it. He tries to bite your finger. You lick his neck in retaliation, and he shrugs. Trying to stop yourself from giggling and ruining the fun, you shove your face into his hoodie. It stifles your squeaking laughs as your hands creep lower. The demon forms made physical intimacy so hard sometimes. Their outfits were just so fucked up and wonky, even Lucifer's. Finding the opening, you slip your hands inside the shirt and trace his skin.

I'm kinda too sleepy to do anything though…

You whine with the thought. A pretty boy demon is just laying between yours arms and lets you touch him, but you want to go back to sleep. The injustice! You sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. You can at least get comfortable if you're passing back out with a handful of non-existent tiddy. Your other hands rests more comfortably lower on his… hard.

Oh?

Oh.

A streak of mischief running through you makes you squeeze gently. His hips jerk. Sleepily, you begin to palm him through his pants. You don't have strong senses like demons who could hear your heartbeat at all, but you can definitely feel his warmth through the smooth material. Despite the fact that you decided to go back to sleep, you cannot help but rub your hand over the bulge, getting lost in the sensation as your eyes flutter. You can feel your own arousal rising slowly from the action. Belphie has begun to give fretful little whines in your arms, unknowingly pushing you to go further. A vision of him cuming whilst asleep crosses your mind, and you slip his pants down just enough for his cock to be freed.

After a moment of deliberation, you move to have him facing you. You want to see his sleeping face twitch when he releases. You want to watch how it dirties his outfit and yours. Your hand moves automatically to jerk him off. The benefit of fucking demons was that you never needed lube. Their precum always came in abundance. His dick was larger but thinner in this form. You end up using both hands as he grows hotter under your ministrations. His arousal caused it to come out of his sheath before you even removed his pants from the equation. There was a reason you rarely fucked them in demon form. Their features got to be a bit like their animal counterpart from what Asmo tells you. You wouldn't know what a bull's penis looks like, but you do know Belphegor's cock was much too long to fit in any part of you wholly. Hence, both hands need to be used while stroking him in demon form.

"Nng, MC…" he mumbles.

Still asleep?

You kiss his lips experimentally to check. He doesn't kiss back.

Still asleep.

You kiss him again, this time for your own pleasure. His mouth is warm. It doesn't taste of anything in particular. You love the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, but he's not reciprocating so you take his in yours instead. It's less complicated than it sounds if you just suck at it. His low whines breathe into you. He's getting closer. You curse his height for not being able to reach lower and quicken the process. You're still drowsy, just now motivated by the promise of his release. He's twitching in your hand already. You grind against his dick as you stroke it, taking a break for a second to remove your undergarments you forgot to take off before sleeping. They were dampened anyways.

Just a little more.

You let go of his tongue to see him tense up and gasp, cum splattering both of your shirts. His eyes crack open, and he sloppily thrusts into your hands. You kiss him on the cheek.

"Awake, handsome?"

"Mnnn," he whines, "Nice thing."

Is he feeling small?

You hold up a dirty hand to his face and watch as he obediently licks off the fluids before sucking on it contentedly. The actions have you jerking your hips out of habit, and he grinds back, probably assuming you're trying to get him to respond. The brothers didn't overstimulate easily in their demon forms, and that was a blessing and curse. With Belphie, it made things easier when you wanted to keep going. He never initiated for long; he was content to let you dote on him. But he got much whinier and needier, constantly wanting you to take care of him. It was cute.

"Does my baby want something from me this morning," you croon, "You have to ask nicely."

He pouts between your fingers and grips the back of your shirt, trying to trap you in place despite the weak grip. His head nods, and he tries to speak several times before giving up.

"What's that, baby?"

"Ahm- ahm-" he tries again, "You?"

"Are you asking me if you want something?"

His face contorts into a pout as he catches onto what you're doing.

"Mn, no teasie."

 

"Sorry, baby," you kiss his nose, "You're just so cute; I can't help myself."

He shakes his head, trying to clear the fog.

 

"P'ease, MC; you know," he whines.

 

He kisses the side of your mouth and gives you a pleading look. Heaven (well, in this case, hell) knows that you're weak for a man who begs. You have to stay strong for a little bit more. Belphie knows what you're asking him for.

 

"Where, sweet pea?" You wriggle your eyebrows at him.

 

"My thing," he wails, "it's hard again, and it hurts."

 

You pretend to be looking elsewhere and not paying attention to him. Judging by how small he is, he'll believe that every bit of your attention isn't focused on his body and your half-roused state.

 

"Your what?"

 

A yawn escapes you, and he looks frantic. It wasn't intentional, but it gives you the results you hoped for.

 

"My dick! My dick wants you to touch it, MC."

 

Your lips land on his again, this time with him gladly giving you his tongue to play with. You feel a shudder course through you. Perhaps he was in a submissive headspace as well? It sure sounded and felt like it.

 

"Hm," you hum as your lips part, "I wanna have some fun. Safe word, Belphie?"

 

He perks up, "Constellation."

 

"No, no," you nip his jaw, making him giggle, "what's your little safe word? The easy one to say."

 

"Mm, attic," he replies.

 

"You'll use it if it gets to much or hurts a way you don't want?"

 

You double check because he's already in headspace. Usually, just the occasional check-in during play was fine, but he woke up already small and subby. You always want to ensure his consent and safety first and foremost as his caretaker and dom. Watching sub drop is a nightmare, but watching it with a little is an experience you hope to never have.

 

"Yes, MC. I use word if brain go bad."

 

"Good boy," You coo again and kiss him.

 

The words and action makes him begin blubbering again. You think he's trying to beg for more. He loves kisses all the time, but he especially loves them when he's small. They make him feel cherished.

 

"I'll give you another one," you reassure him.

 

This time, you kiss his neck. He flinches and giggles, probably tickled. You move down more and kiss his chest, unzipping the jacket as you do. His shirt is rolled up from your earlier ministrations, and you pepper kisses on his stomach. He trembles with laughter. You slip your mouth over the top of his dick and give it a teasing suck before releasing it. His trembles of joy turn to twitches of pleasure. You hold down his hips to stop him from bumping your jaw accidentally.

 

"Stay still," you command.

 

His hips stop moving, but if anything, the stillness makes him more vocal—not that you can understand anything he says. He's begging you to help him cum in such pitiful sweet tones. You have to stop yourself from teasing him too much. As adorable as his desperation is, he is easy to tip over the edge when he's regressed. You don't want to make your baby cry like that. With one hand moving to massage his balls, you put your mouth back on his tip and suck, twirling your tongue as you do. From an outside point of view, it probably looks like you're only doing the tip on purpose, but his cock was much too large for your mouth in this state. He trembles from pleasure and tension, trying his best to not move like you commanded. You didn't plan to punish him if he messed up, just reward him if he succeeded. He didn't need to know that though.

 

"Ah- ah- please," Belphie whimpers once more.

 

You slide your mouth back some, "You can cum whenever you want to, baby. No need to hold it. I can take it."

 

It only takes a little more on your part before he reaches the edge and falls over. You're there to catch him. The cum tastes of warm milk and quickly fills your mouth as you try to gulp most of it down. It's thicker, slimier than milk though. You have to grip him with both hands to stop the fellatio from turning into irrumatio. He still twitches underneath your restraint, visibly trying not to buck his hips into you.

 

Despite his spaceyness, his haze doesn't last too long before he realized what happened. Vainly, he tries to sit up, apologizing with broken coherency.

 

"M'sorry. I moved. I didn't mean to. Ahm-"

 

You use a gentle hand to push him down. You kiss his dick, which is still visible, though a little more drawn back into its sheath for now. Your hand finds his and gives a peck to the back of it.

 

"You're fine, baby. I'm happy that you felt good," you assure him.

His tail tickles your leg as it flicks back and forth nervously. You can tell that he's only partially convinced. Silly boy. You wrap your arms around him and hold him, not saying anything while you kiss the crown of his head. You can't tell if he's mewling happily or anxiously.

 

"You sure?" He finally questions.

 

You press your cheek against his so he can hear you directly and feel you smile.

 

"Yes, Belphie, you're fine."

 

He hugs you back and nuzzles into your hair. Despite the obvious size difference, he still feels so small in your arms. Another yawn escapes you. You're gonna have to clean up before you go back to sleep. You hate leaving messes, only subjecting yourself to the inevitability of it when with more the demanding of your lovers. When you try to get up, you feel his tail wrap around your waist as his arms tighten.

 

"Mm, no go, please. I'll be good," Belphie whines.

 

You sigh, "I'm just getting something to clean us up. I'll only be going to the bathroom, okay?"

 

He seems to think before letting you go. The moment your arms leave him, he's clinging to your side again.

 

"Just a minute?" He implores.

 

Belphegor, darling, one of the loves of my life, the bathroom is ten seconds away walking slowly.

 

You don't answer him and instead kiss him. He relaxes immediately. Taking the brief window of time to slip his tail and arms off, you dart with a silent apology. It really does take less than a minute to get a washcloth and water after cleaning off your self, but when you return, he sits on the bed with the most lost expression you have ever seen. Lord (one of the seven, preferably) give you patience. You are going to devour this man.

 

"See, it was short," you point out.

 

He doesn't stop touching you the moment you get within his reach. It doesn't bother you. You don't plan on going anywhere but back to bed. He lets out inaudible mumbles as you wipe him down. He's not very coherent when he's in a headspace, and he's in two at the moment.

 

"Are you feeling okay, sweetie?"

 

He nods and gives you a kiss, looking embarrassed for the simple action. You kiss his cheek back.

 

"Wanna go back to sleep until your brothers decide to bother us?"

 

"Mmn yeah," he pulls you back down after you set down the cloth, "Cuddles good."

 

You don't bother to put either of your clothes back on. Demons magically spawned and despawned their outfits when changing between forms, and someone was going to snatch you out of bed for a snack later. It was a break day from school, which always left you busy with your lovers.

 

"Sleep well, Belphie," you mumble as you both drift off.

 

"I'll give you a good dream," he yawns.

 

Warmth is the best to fall asleep to, especially when it's both inside and out.

[shizunitis]

“say goodbye to lovehandles in just 30 days” what is this? a threat? dont you fucking dare take them from me i’ll kill you

[sofiaruelle]

It was a little crowded at the fish port. So here’s a little color study of some Mayamaya on display.

EDIT:

They’re actually called Bukaw-bukaw according to my parents lmao. They also said the fish got its name because of the eyes. They’re huge just like an owl’s and in Hiligaynon owls = bukaw. The fish is also a fave of my lolo’s and tita to grill/sugba.

[partrin]

rinharu taking a selfie (i don't think this was ever animated.. was it? i can't remember)

ngawww haru's widdol peace sign hehe my baby

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

To elaborate more on the Pesterquest stuff -

Alternia is a hell world. It's shitty to live in, even if you're a highblood, unless you fit a very specific mold of person AND are lucky enough to be born of a high caste. Every troll character we care about is, in some way, fucked over by their relationship to their society; Eridan and Vriska get it the worst, having been forced to participate in the murdering side of things since they were young, but every lowblood is screwed and every highblood is made worse even just by their passive participation. Kanaya becomes less sympathetic because she seems completely at peace with the society she grew up in, and Feferi wants to enforce casteism, even if it's of a different flavor. Gamzee and Equius both hold genuinely casteist beliefs and attitudes, which slip out and alienate them from the people they care about.

Putting a friendship simulator into the middle of all this is... a choice, I guess. I'm not going to begrudge anyone for wanting that or liking that, but it's going to be inherently at odds with what Alternia is and is meant to represent, and thus, fundamentally at odds with many of the characters' arcs and even basic personality traits, so heavily are they influenced by the shit society they grew up in.

For a non-Eridan example, Karkat loathes himself in massive part because his society loathes him. He's kill-on-sight and lives in daily terror of death. He wears a symbol at all because not having one marks him as even more of a freak, even though he knows that that symbol is connected to the empire's biggest rebel, whose footsteps he is expected to follow. The reason he's so obsessed with being leader-y and earning his teammates' reapect, or the respect of anybody, is because he's so deeply insecure about whether or not he even deserves to exist.

If you soften Alternia to the point you can write a lighthearted friendship simulator in it, then that characterization... goes away. Karkat is no longer motivated by deep, overwhelming insecurities, which drive him to idolize the society that deems him unworthy, mistakenly believing that if he can find validation in that society, he'll feel less bad about himself. Instead, Karkat is just kind of an asshole!

It's the same way with Eridan. He and Karkat are equal and opposite in this way - while Karkat is marked for death by his society, Eridan belongs to the extremely privileged caste of sea dweller royalty - even moreso than Feferi, as Feferi is slated to be murdered by the Condesce as soon as she comes of age (and her ridiculous optimism is likely something she cultivated in outright defiance of this fate). But it turns out that being a sea dweller sucks shit, too, if you aren't the extremely niche type of person that society deems "correct."

Eridan is not actually casteist and genuinely likes his land dweller friends - and this is unacceptible. Not only that, but smaller "unacceptible" offenses are wrapped up in big ones - despite not liking murder and feeling guilty about it, murder is objectively the correct thing for Eridan to be doing, constantly, to the point of it being "all [he's] ever done practically," because if he doesn't fulfil the duty of his bloodline to be murdering lusii (and by extension, their charges, who are culled when their lusii die), EVERYBODY dies. The constant push-pull of trauma, societal expectations and obligations, the fate of the species, and the fact that he is inherently not the "right" kind of person for his society, are pretty much his entire character. He's basically a walking ball of anxiety and emotional turmoil.

So, again, if you soften Alternia to the point where you can write a story about Eridan wanting to see Shrek in a public theater (something he would not actually be able to peacefully do in canon Alternia - at least not without taking off his cape, hiding his fins, and going anonblood - as sea dwellers are considered ridiculously hostile to the point even Gamzee's nervous about being on the beach for too long), Eridan ends up being just kind of an asshole!

Pesterquest!Eridan is, and I cannot stress this enough, fundamentally not the same guy as canon Eridan. They have practically nothing in common, from the fact that PQ!Eridan is willing to do something for leisure, to the fact that he isn't widely feared and the movie theater doesn't empty out in a panic when he turns up, even down to the fact that he likes femme fashion (canon Eridan goes to Lengths to lean into masc fashion) and Shrek (canon Eridan is a hipster). Hell, even the fact that PQ!Eridan SMILES is a massive deviation from canon!Eridan, who has never once been depicted smiling, and probably hasn't for many sweeps.

Also that he has that much beef with Sollux when, canonically, the two had a lukewarm mutual dislike and didn't even bother interacting until Feferi was added to the mix and Eridan became mad that Sollux was dating her. He wasn't even casteist about him until then, and after, even Sollux and Feferi don't think he's casteist, they just think he's ashenflirting so he can get into a quad with Feferi. Like come on, if you're going to feature another troll in Eridan's route, 1) make it be Karkat, and 2) have Eridan cheat on you the whole time with Karkat like he does to Feferi.

Eridan is just overall a wild choice in a friendship sim - I can't even blame them for just writing an OC and putting an Eridan skin on top - because societally, Eridan isn't even supposed to have non-sea dweller friends. The sea dweller/land dweller race war is something the Condesce deliberately put into place in order to keep land dwelling nobility in line, and Equius cites it as one of the reasons he never got along with Eridan. Like, the very fact that Eridan talks to two land dwellers on friendly terms (Kanaya and Karkat) is a MASSIVE deviation from what he's "supposed" to be like, and a huge hint that he's not as casteist as he'd like to appear. You are genuinely hundreds, if not thousands, of times likelier to end an encounter with Eridan either orphaned or dead than as his friend. He's an unstable maniac, and there's a reason so many members of his team don't like him even though he's legitimately not casteist and they mostly seem aware of it (nobody really complains about or even notices Eridan's casteism by the time they're on the meteor - his contradictions are really obvious, and it's likely that they've more or less realized that he's full of shit).

Again, I don't begrudge anybody for wanting or liking PQ. Who cares, really. I'm just saying that as a canon discussion blog, there's not really any place for PQ because it's so far removed from canon that, like, there's not really anything meaningful to discuss about it. The setting and characters in PQ are fundamentally divested from canon, and not even in an AU way. And it's totally fine if that's what you like, but, yeah, like.

Was Eridan written well (where "well" = accurate to canon): no. Maybe he's fine as an OC with an Eridan Minecraft skin slapped on, but that's not my beautiful son, that's not my baby boy.

What did they get wrong about Eridan (where "wrong" = inaccurate to canon): all.

What route would I have written for Eridan: he shoots you with a gun and you die. And then maybe cheats on you with Karkat

[jupiterjunebug]

Putting no-sell on the high shelf with buried and jobbing

[wumblr]

guess who has filled up another bag of skin and boooones !

[howtofightwrite]

How well would a claymore mine field fare against troopers of a late medieval army (say, Swiss halberdiers in half armor)? How far away do the troopers need to be in order to have a good chance at survival? And how would a medieval army like that react to their leader hitting a landmine and getting blown up? Would they turn back and flee? Disperse away from the road? Or would they freeze up and lose unit cohesion?

In the words of the esteemed Dr. Farnsworth, “to shreds you say?”

So, for those unfamiliar, claymore mines use a shape charge to propel the shrapnel in a fixed cone (most the shrapnel is propelled in a roughly 45 degree arc, with almost all of it landing within a 90 degree arc of where it's pointed.) These can be rigged up with tripwires, or remote detonators. This is achieved by placing a fairly heavy plate behind the explosive, while the primary payload of eventual shrapnel is placed in front of it.

You don't technically hit a claymore mine. Again, these are shape charges, and designed to propel the destructive force (mostly) horizontally, so, you'd hit the tripwire, or a sentry with a detonator would activate it, possibly without even being detected by the people in the mine's kill zone.

Claymores have an optimal range of about 50 meters, with a maximum range of ~250 meters. So, “exactly how good do you consider your odds?” Because at 50m, the chances of being hit by fatal amounts of shrapnel is estimated to be about ~30%. (Obviously, in other circumstances, such as if you've got claymores set up in a confined concrete bunker, they're going to get a lot more dangerous.)

Also, we don't generally keep tight marching formations the way that early modern troops used, because modern weapons are horrifically effective against them. That Futurama quote is on the nose, because against a densely packed group of soldiers in early modern armor, the blast will likely hit almost all of them, and will, quite literally, blow many, if not most, of them apart. To put this more simply, using early modern military doctrine, they'd all be in the mine's kill zone when it went off, and their armor would do absolutely nothing to help them. In fact, this might be a case where their armor would further contribute to the shrapnel.

As for how they would react? I suspect most of them would take the ignoble option of dying almost instantly in the initial blast or shortly after from blood loss and extreme trauma. Would the survivors who could break and flee? Quite possibly. They also, quite likely, wouldn't even really understand what happened, simply because they'd never seen destructive force on that kind of scale before. “Would they lose cohesion?” My brother in Alfred Nobel's exploding cocktail lounge; they'd be losing biological cohesion with themselves. There wouldn't be a surviving unit.

There was a paradigm shift in the first World War. The stage had been set in the late 19th century, but most European armies didn't realize what had happened (and in fact, military leadership of the time stayed willfully ignorant) until after it came home.

Before this point, there was a concept of being able to “trade hits.” The halberdiers were expected to march into melee combat against other melee forces. This even survived the introduction of gunpowder units, and was still dominant military doctrine through the 19th century, where soldiers were expected to march in rank and file out onto the battlefield before shooting at each other in tightly packed formations.

What happened in the late 19th century was the development of weapons that were able to deal death with such speed and efficiency that getting into melee combat was no longer possible. The old, tightly packed, formations went from being an effective way to get troops into combat, to an effective way to see your troops completely eliminated by a single conscript's heavy machinegun fire.

The effective paradigm of infantry combat is now that your foes have the ability to end your existence, so you need to avoid their weapons (and preferably their detection) completely, until you can end them. (Yes, armor still exists, yes, it does work, but it's contingency you hope you don't need, rather than protection you expect to use.) Combat today is about controlling line of sight. Marching a squad of troops out onto the battlefield in tight formation wouldn't work, because a couple snipers with mediocre positioning could decimate them.

The claymore is part of this new paradigm. If you're in the kill range, unless you're in some radically more advanced armor than it was designed to deal with, you're going to have a bad day when it goes off.

We don't wear the same kinds of armor that those halberdiers used, because modern handgun rounds will perforate those. Modern armor does, sometimes, use steel plates (or, Kevlar, ceramic, or some polymers), as inserts but, the kind of steel used is significantly more resistant to modern bullets than what those early modern soldiers wore.

So, blown to shreds.

-Starke

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[basil-the-bulbasaur]

I'm terrified for next session and I needed to draw something before hand, so have the messiest comic sketch ever

[smallfrogpleasedtomeetyou]

All the fish in the httyd franchise is horribly undercooked y’all u cant just eat an entire raw fish what the fuck

[supermarvelgirl15]

Just finished X-Men ’97

[ninyard]

🌻🌻🌻

neil has a lot of really strange survival skills that he learned on the run, and he actually really enjoys camping. andrew, kevin and neil go camping for a weekend the summer or two after tkm - kevin and neil love it, and enjoy being boys, in nature, fishing, setting up camp, lighting a fire, and all the good stuff that comes with camping. andrew HATES it. the entire time he is trying not to complain about how bored he is and how much he hates being out in nature with the bugs

[windydrawallday]

You know what? I'll announce what I was meant to say for almost a week! I'll write this on the go so, it will probably be long:

Do you see all of that in those two pics? Those are ALL TF WIPs I hoarded between other dozens since 2022 (plus some almost finished and/or on the pipeline of being finished).

Well, having them constantly lingering in my present 2024 folder made it easy to grab and work on them on an almost daily-weekly basis...

... but it pushed aside my other personal projects that ended up in a secondary WIP folder that I barely touched since I fell into this robot hell.

Not a bad thing! This was fun, but after this year's mixture of creative exhaustion I'm facing, I want to slow down a bit my focus on TF art.

I will still work on the WIPs related to my pals @sug4r-melon , @goobygnarp, and @lovestruckmousey 's designs for our shared TF AUs.

(And probably some low-key simple projects like doing tiny vehicle mode icons of the TFA cast like how I did with the RB cast for a zine. I was thinking too about making plush-toy icons of my favs because I can).

(I already set up a sideblog to save a great part of my TF art, especially the Lockdown/Prowl ones but for now, I'll leave it all private. I won't purge my fanart but I prefer to be safe).

But the rest? If it's not in the final stage and/or scheduled already (I have one dated since the past year to be posted in September so, that still stands) the WIP/artwork will be canned on a folder apart until I can have the motivation to work again on them.

The other reason for this slowdown is... I'm currently in two Zines. One for TFs (that I feel super honored to be part of) and another with OCs.

I had quite a bumpy ride at the beginning of this year, trying to postulate to zines not centered around TFs because I really want to branch my art and expose my original stuff so...

Nailing that OC zine feels like a big VICTORY! And I hope to expand more because gosh darn: no one but ME can draw my OCs!

And I miss my critters... I didn't participate in Artfight because of zero updated refs. I really want to change that next year!

Yup... a long read. But I hope my point is understandable and I'm not sounding like a quitter or something sjfhdkjshfsdjfh

Thanks for the patience and know if any of ya still enjoy my TF work: there's quite a bulk on the #ifellinrobothellagain tag x) Many didn't get as much traction on its day so, they will always be there to poke and revisit 💖

And is not like you'll never see certain faces again: for me, nothing is lost... just transforms and takes new shapes and names.