#digest sized comics

[michaelelvidge]

Finally printed the next issue of Succotash #2 mini comic, this was to be out awhile ago. An all new comic anthology. But unless you can get to me in person you'll have to wait untill the Canadian Postal Strike is over. 36 pages including the cover black and white 5.5 X 8.5 digest sized.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Size Guy, Archie's Joke Book #22 (1956).

[disneytva]

Dynamite Comics Launches Kickstarter for GARGOYLES Classic Comics As Part Of The Show's 30th Anniversary.

Dynamite Comics and Disney Comics are celebrating the 30th anniversary of Gargoyles with the first-ever Kickstarter campaign featuring brand new graphic novels collecting long out-of-print Gargoyles comic books.

Dynamite Entertainment brought back Gargoyles as a comic series in 2022 to great acclaim. Now the publisher is crowdfunding a reprint of the classic comics based on the beloved animated series. To celebrate the 30th anniversary, Dynamite is excited to offer three beautiful tomes collecting all of these previous tales for fans. The set is initially being offered on Kickstarter to reach and communicate with diverse fans of all ages directly.

“I’m honestly thrilled that these three volumes will finally give Gargoyles fans easy access to these great stories, including the canon SLG tales!” said Weisman. “I think the Dynamite Kickstarter is a great way for Gargoyles fans to get the word out and to reserve their copies. This could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I hope our fans don’t miss out!”

The first volume is the hotly anticipated compilation of the first-ever Gargoyles comic series from 1995. This 11-issue title was originally released by Marvel Comics and is set loosely between the first two seasons of the original TV show. The memorable first issue featured a jaw-dropping cover by artist Joe Madureira, one of the biggest superstars of the era from his work on Uncanny X-Men. The series was written by Martin Pasko (Superman) and Mort Todd.

The second and third volumes of the Gargoyles Classic Years will be an incredible treat. From 2006 to 2009, a new Gargoyles comic series was launched from SLG Publishing in association with CreatureComics — the first written by Weisman. The main series, often referred to as “Clan Building,” was joined by a companion title, Bad Guys. Issues #9-12 of Gargoyles and #5-6 of Bad Guys did not see release and were only printed in paperback collections with small print runs. They were produced at a smaller digest size and have been incredibly expensive for years on the secondary market. 

The three-volume set is available in multiple variations for different kinds of fans and collectors. Each is available as either hardcover or paperback. Deluxe hardcover editions with signed tip-in pages are being offered. For the Gargoyles diehards, the most premium option will be the Gargoyles 30th Anniversary Premier Editions limited to just 1,000 copies each!

In addition to the books at the center of this celebration, the campaign will offer several add-ons for backers, including lithograph prints of Jae Lee and Amanda Conner’s covers for Dynamite’s Gargoyles #1. The most premium art piece anyone can get will be a deluxe signed and remarqued giclée print of Lee’s Gargoyles art.

In addition to the reprint of the full series, fans can get special facsimile editions of the very first issue with gold or purple foil stamping. Sketch cover options are also available, as well as commissioned original art from Lee. Plus, collector packs of variant cover sets or premium limited editions and metal covers for Dynamite’s series can be added.

[artbyblastweave]

So I recently I picked up some of Sean McKeever's stuff that was released under the "Marvel Age" imprint back in the early 2000s- quote-unquote "pg" digest-sized comics intended to act as an onboarding point to the universe for tweens, often focusing on characters and scenarios located at the periphery of the MU- up and coming heroes such as the since-sidelined Gravity, for example, or an exchange group of Inhuman students. I believe the original run of Runaways was also part of this push. Currently I'm reading Sentinel- the one who ran with Avengers academy and I think ultimately wound up as fodder for Avengers Arena. But before all that it was a "Boy and his X" story about Justin Seyfert, an impoverished mechanics son who finds and refurbishes a sentinel that got trashed during one of the countless X-book dustups. That's just set-dressing. The point is that in the first issue, Justin's friend semi-seriously pitches shooting up their high school to deal with their bullies. A few pages later Justin's telegraphed love interest claims that she's been cutting class in the bathroom because she's pretty sure that an unseen teacher is creeping on her. And like, holy shit, points for American public high school verisimilitude, I'd need two hands to count the number of teachers I know of that eventually got pinned to the corkboard for shit like that. But it's genuinely jolting to see that stuff actually explicitly spelled out in a book that's very visibly being marketed towards children. For better or for worse (frankly for worse) I don't think a marvel book would do something like that today. Getting away with those beats feels very isolated to the zeitgeist of the early oughts, very very pre-MCUification.

[bambina-lita]

“no more. please— urp. i can’t.” i stifle between bites, managing out a pathetic little burp. my jaw still works, instinctively chewing any and all morsels of food that pass through my lips. i may manage to weakly turn my head here and there, but the resistance is pathetic. she knows it. i know it. in the end, i’ll always be an obedient little piggy dutifully chewing whatever waste is thrust into my mouth. but this time? this time it hurts. really, really hurts. this is the farthest she’s ever pushed me past my limits and then some.

my stomach is utterly massive. stuffed to the brim, and even that’s an understatement. it’s packed like an oil drum. it’s stretched out and sits on my knees now, a crushing, bulbous weight that no longer even makes sloshing & gurgling sounds indicative of digestion. every possible square inch has been packed with the food that she’s managed to cram down my throat.

i remember it being flat this morning. i remember being able to glance down at it as she tied my arms back in this chair.

my girlfriend studies me, studies her work thus far. she has no intention of stopping, truthfully, and we both know that. there’s still plenty of food to go through that she went through the trouble of making. but the size and state of my gut draws concern. she likes to be able to squeeze and knead handfuls of it. she loves the sloshiness of it when engorged. it’s music to her ears.

“let me try something, baby.” she coos, setting down the plate of gooey nutella stuffed brownies we’d been working through. i would sigh in relief, but everything is stuffed so tight it hurts to breath. i manage to swallow down whatever’s left in my mouth so that way my cheeks aren’t comically stuffed like a squirrel’s. i try to crane down and see what she’s going to do, but my swollen tits — near bursting out of the bra which fit perfectly this morning — block the way.

i feel what she’s doing, rather than see her. her fingers lightly dance over the surface of my skin, as though inspecting a snare drum. her index finger tentatively circles around my sensitive navel — nearly ready to pop into an outie — before she lays a whole flat palm against it. she strokes and soothes random aches and pains here or there. she must have some kind of magic touch to know where exactly it aches most.

then, without warning, she presses down. hard.

frrrrrrrrrrrrt. a long winded, high pitched fart blasts from behind. seconds later, as i open my mouth to gasp in relief from the amount of packed gas forced out, another escapes. BRAAAAAP. the belch is less subtle, less elegant sounding. it doesn’t matter. the packed air is leaving. back and forth this continues. loud, noxious farts and hearty, magnificent burps. i nearly roll my eyes back in euphoria.

“there we go.” my girlfriend smiles like the cat that’s caught the cream. mmmm. cream. i suddenly remember a container of that sitting on the table somewhere. she rubs my belly, feeling it go down ever so slightly. not enough to setback any hard earned progress of course. but enough to where the sloshiness and gurgling sounds return.

she gives it a playful, light slap. another fart, quick and tiny compared to the symphony from moments before, squeaks by. everything is still tightly packed. it’s still an effort to breathe. but i smile dumbly at her like a baby that’s been properly burped after all the whining and crying.

“let’s get the rest of that air out of you,” she rubs my bloated belly so lovingly. “so that i can fill up the empty spaces when i’m done. sound good?”

all i do is nod like the dumb little pig that i am.

[jean-wei]

A belated batch of fanart drawings, post-SB Fair. :' )

Your Heart is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist by @punkratkid

A Three Body Problem by @juangeedraws

A Minor Catalogue by Wenting Li

Meryl by C. A. Strike

My thoughts on each comic are buried somewhere on twitter/insta, but in short, they were all wonderful. ^ ^ They're not available at the fair anymore since it ended, but I'm sure they'll live on in some form, sometime in the future. Please check out these artists' work! I had the chance to slowly read, I'd say... about 75-80% of the comics this year? It was astounding/inspiring/overwhelming to experience and be reminded of the variety of things you can do with a short comic. Short comics are both approachable to make but difficult (for me) to control and land with a deft hand, in a limited number of pages... What's a great, satisfying bite? This all reminded me of how enjoyable and engrossing it can be to digest and navigate comics. (I don't read enough these days, clearly.) Wish I had planned my lil one-man-promo-campaign a bit better, but I did more drawings than I expected hahaha.

Anyhow, SB Fair was a great experience this year. Keep an eye out for yet another batch of great comics next year! And if you picked up my comic this time around, thanks so much & happy reading!

[ut-poppy-askblog]

Okay, what is Poppy?

Throughout the Omega Timeline: Poppy's Story AU, I've realized that, beyond Poppy's origin, and her acquiring her SOUL, I've never truly delved into what Poppy is exactly. Though her """species""" is generously described as a "Ostensibly, Paper Human", that's not really true. Paper Frisk is unquestionably a paper human, so really, Poppy's true nature hasn't really been explained up until now. Though 4 years late, I've written up an entire post going over some things I've jotted down over the years of how she works.

Any addendums I may make will be listed at the bottom of the page.

What species is she?

I don't know

What is she, then?

(as seen in the Poppy's Origin comic)

Poppy was originally a drawing by a Chara, brought to life by Ink Frisk- whose magic specializes in bringing things to life through art. Though useful in a pinch, they would have never expected something like Poppy to come out of it. In this form, Poppy was essentially moving through the motions, doing as told. Though having some semblance of understanding of what was told to her, she lacked any means of communicating it.

Of course, this wasn't going to last forever, even if Core fed her magic food, the spell would eventually run its course. Thus, they resorted to one of the recently-rescued scientists: (a) W.D. Gaster. But everyone calls him Fling Ding.

(as seen in The Quality of You)

Through Fling Ding's efforts, Poppy was given an artificial SOUL, and was thus born anew. The SOUL inherited all of the body's thoughts and loose memories, and has thus become what Poppy is. This generally implies that Poppy IS the soul, that pilots a paper body. ... But, of course, it's a bit more complicated like that.

How is she 3D, if she's made out of paper?

(Core doesn't naturally have magic, they have to pull it out of a jar every time..)

This is achieved through an obscure spell that Core's learned of through their eternal omnipresence. This spell provides Poppy with all the perks of 3D. Though, of course, it also takes magic to uphold.

When young, Poppy would often be tired from attempting to uphold this spell. When she fell asleep, she would do so as 2D, then core would have to cast the spell at her in the morning. As years went by and her SOUL grew stronger however, she's rarely ever seen in 2D, even when sleeping.

Not to say she doesn't have days where she simply... Can't turn 3D at all. But they're few and far between. As long as she eats healthily, and has a good sleep schedule, it usually doesn't happen.

What does she eat?

Her diet consists of magic food, mostly. Given she does not have any digestive system, any physical food she may try to eat, sort of... Lounges in her mouth until she spits it out. She can taste it, but no one likes to chew on food for longer than needed. She also drinks regular water and whatnot.

Wait, but is she waterproof? Is water going to kill her? How can she drink?

I've pondered myself this many times. But, ultimately, I feel like Core wouldn't just... make her live a life where she is constantly afraid of the weather, or even washing dishes. So I believe she has some waterproof magic going on.

As for how drinking water or any non-magic liquid works for her, I'm not sure. Maybe her body just, naturally fizzles out the water with the magic.

Okay, how does she grow up?

Very good question! Poppy's bodies are drawings on paper after all. You would think that maybe, the body magically ages up. But, at least for this Poppy, it doesn't work like that.

Poppy's bodies are custom-drawn by the Chara who drew her originally (who doesn't really ask why core would need a life-size drawing of their character, they pay very good money) at every stage of her life. And it's not just one body per stage, no. Poppy is a slightly reckless person, so she's had her fair share of accidentally hurting herself.

So now to the gut of the question, how does she go from body to body? It's a fairly simple task, actually!

Whenever she jumps on a similar looking body, the process is quite seamless, but when she jumps onto a taller body— or, really, a body that's drastically different than her current one, it takes some readjusting.

"So that's not my left arm..."

However, after some time adjusting, she's up and ready to go again.

As for what happens with the previous bodies, however...

Core keeps them safely stored somewhere unknown.

Wait, hold on, could she possess any drawing? Even something baseless and meaningless like a scribble?

She could. But it's not exactly pleasant for her. It's like trying to steer a car that's a block of wood. But yes, besides those types of drawings, she could feasibly look like anyone or anything given enough time. Her voice would be a dead giveaway however.

How can she change clothes? Or cut her hair without damaging the paper? How can she speak without vocal cords? How can her body know what's under the clothes when it's drawn with clothes?

Magic. ... Honestly, magic. I just don't have a better explanation. But I would imagine that if, for example, you tried to cut her hair in 2D, that would lead to less-than-desirable results.

How much does she feel? Does she see the world differently?

Another excellent question, hypothetical reader. As I had written it originally in the askblog, I sort of liked the idea that Poppy had a very limited perception of the world. She couldn't feel anything touching or burning her, she could barely taste, she could barely smell. And she can hardly be aware of anything outside of her view (she doesn't have the gut feeling of feeling she has intimidating people next to her, for instance).

But with Core teaching her that everyone's not always as bad as they seem (especially with her found family choices), it's not like this last aspect has changed much.

But, as years went by, I had a very different idea. What I've said would remain true... through more or less the first few months or so of Poppy being in a new body. As her SOUL attuned to the body, she would slowly build more human-esque senses. And perhaps even more human characteristics as well such as sweating. These being rooted in Poppy's understanding of humans... so, mostly Dusted, Core, and Mon for a good while.

As for eyesight, I've had the idea she does see things different than you and I, but I'm just not sure how to convey it through drawing or writing, so it's generally remained shelved for the time being.

... And that's all she wrote! If anything needs adding, it will be done under this. For now, consider yourself a Poppy-ologist.

[panvnsleake]

hi hi helloooo hi i also luv object.ified/hfj.one i was wondering if u had any vore/regular headcanons of any characters

oh boy. eughheuehw im nervous! object.ified community please do not maul me ! (hf.joners i think youre a bit more chill but please dont throw tomatoes at me either pretty please)

wowza! another 0bj3ct sh0w and vore fan! this is great :]

long post beware. also a barrier for if you dont like vore and this pops up in your page. sorry about that

if you think about it theres VERY TECHNICALLY soul vore in the comic because. citrus.

also since he canonically cant eat normal food he could probably swallow people just fine??? like. not digest them. i dunno man

painkiller would be prey-leaning i mean cmon they're a PILL !!!! if you eat them you get a washed down effect of normal ibuprofen and if they eat you you get a stronger effect !!! their insides are kind of goopy and the walls feel like plastic (i dont know what that pill covering substance is called)

wagyu is also prey. hes a pathetic man made out of meat...and he is definitely capable of getting himself in someone's jaws. stupid /aff

comet isnt that involved in vore and shes mostly observer but if shes COMFORTABLE ENOUGH they'll be a casual pred. by this i mean she eats you and then just goes on with their day

i think these two would make nice preds. maybe if you're nice enough to bodypillow he wont kill you

as for hf.jone!!! uhm!! eheheh!&!*!**!*!

owen is a pred because if you eat him it would hurt a lot. yeowch ! his insides smell HEAVILY of iron and theyre pretty firm. parker's half and half. his insides are a bit softer (especially during warmer weather) and everything's coated in caramel so it smells sweet as hell.

errrm bryce digests stuff with soda so if he eats anyone sometimes he'll let a bit of soda pool in him and then take it away when the prey starts freaking out. nobody likes it and this guy knows hes just EVIL !! and uhhh goetz (mean cop from parkers hfj.investigation) is also an evil pred.

charlotte tastes like blue cheese (its actually pretty good if you know how to use it in your meals). HOWEVER her insides smell like fresh baked bread!!! yay!!!

i think ive mentioned circle is like 4 dice tall (4 sauces long...) in battle for circle. guess what sometimes he gets shrunk back to that size and he has to get eaten in order to not end up like. falling off the counter.

atom is atom im pretty sure he could just go into anyones mouth without them noticing

i could probably make a whole list for every single hfjone character but this is already too long 💔💔💔

[goodluckclove]

Edgar Gallow's 31st Birthday Party (Migration Excerpt)

For those who feel like joining the sad guy and their friends in some of the most family-centered fluff I've written in like a billion years holy shit this is wholesome.

There was a faded, blue and yellow checkered tablecloth draped over the kitchen table. Scott spent the better part of an hour diligently gathering the best wildflowers and mustard sprigs from the field behind the house, all of which were now bundled in the family’s one crystal vase.

In a better world there would be streamers or balloons. Something to hang from the walls and ceiling. When Edgar called Regina to let them know that they’d be coming back with Katy soon, Scott stood at the entrance to the room and nursed a general sense of dissatisfaction.

“It looks very nice,” his mother said, stirring the simmering pot at the stove as Edgar directed before leaving.

Scott huffed. “It’s not enough.”

“I feel like any more might overwhelm the poor thing.”

Yes. Scott wanted to overwhelm them. Just tuck them into a snug cocoon of love and keep them there until all the self-loathing and confusion has been thoroughly digested. He caught his mother’s eye and, perhaps reading that intent in the sadness of his expression, she let out a small laugh.

“It’s very nice, Skylark,” she said again.

“Oh god.”

Edgar stood at the center of the kitchen with their eyes wide. There was a dreamy look in their face, complete with a grin that was buffering between wide and even wider.

Still near the stove with Regina, Scott made a noise that expressed how he was about to denigrate the work he put into the day. Before he could get a word out, his mother gently jabbed him in the side with the wooden handle of the ladle.

“Ow,” he muttered. “Fuck, Mom.”

He watched Edgar drift towards the table and reach a hesitant hand to the tablecloth. They touched the lace edge and exhaled softly.

“You even got the – wow,” they breathed. “I don’t think we should use this. I don’t want it to get ruined.”

Regina chuckled. “It’s survived plenty of dinners with Skylark. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Scott started to protest until he felt the sheer warmth radiating from Edgar across the room. Another standing-by-the-heating-vents moment. He looked at his lover and saw them watching him fondly, their eyes beginning to glass up.

Something in him relaxed. He didn’t realize how tense he’d been up until now. “Happy birthday, Edgar,” Scott smiled.

Edgar let out a single disbelieving, but very happy laugh.

Katy wasn’t surprised by the state of Scott’s family home. She wasn’t surprised that his mother, who looked like a taller and fatter version of him, greeted her with immediate warmth and was eager to welcome her into the home. The only thing that surprised her when Edgar took her back to the beach house was the way Tenzin reacted when they saw each other again.

Once again, Katy was aware of how awful she looked and felt. Tenzin’s mouth twitched slightly like she had something to say. Like she had a few things she wanted to say. Katy’s nerves heightened as she reacquainted herself with how hard her new phone companion was to read in person, until she remembered when Tenzin confessed her own personal difficulties in reading emotions.

“I’m...I’m really tired,” Katy said. “But I’m happy to see you.”

Tenzin’s brow raised when she said that. Her lips quirked up in a smile that stuttered before she managed to calm herself.

“I’m happy to see you too,” Tenzin responded. “I can show you were the bathroom is if you want to wash up.”

Katy sighed. “I’d like that a lot.”

While showering in the house’s comically over-sized bathroom, she thought about Jeff and Fern. They were settled into a temporary housing situation closer into town, where Jeff told Katy he’d be driving back to Lincoln in the morning. They spoke for a while, keeping their voices down even though Fern had their implant off in the adjacent bedroom.

“You’re going to see that friend of yours?” Jeff asked, making himself comfortable on the couch. “The one you talk to every day?”

“Yeah,” Katy was a little absent on the armchair across from him. “She’s just a friend, I think.”

“Just..? Katy, a friend could be a lot of things.”

“I know, but –”

“A friend could be someone you spend the rest of your life with. If you actually like them, a friend can be the most important thing in the world.”

He spoke with a particular passion. It sounded like he’d been wanting to say this for a while. Katy thought about sand in a bottle on the Boardwalk and suddenly felt a little itchy and sad and excited and confused.

Jeff turned towards her on the couch. “I’d like to meet her before I leave tomorrow,” he said. “If you’re comfortable with that. I hear you talk, it seems like you really like her.”

While Katy thought nothing about Edgar meeting her brother, didn’t even find it significant until she saw the two of them chatting at the Mess Hall after her impromptu tattoo session, this was different. Thinking about Jeff introducing himself to Tenzin gave Katy a deep swell of feeling she was unable to place.

She looked down at the bandaging around her forearm that covered the small new tattoo. It stung, but was mostly numb. Feeling and not feeling. There was maybe a parallel there.

Tenzin spent too long at her closet trying to pick something clean for Katy to wear once she got out of the shower. Despite living in a family of people shorter than her, and despite spending her life in a town where she was one of the tallest biological women, she didn’t spent too much time obsessing over her height. But when trying to think of some clothes to lend to someone half a foot shorter than her, Tenzin suddenly felt like some sort of massive, gangling kaiju.

So she figured, after Scott made a habit in their adolescence of borrowing from her closet, she could finally return the favor. She crept into his room and grabbed one of his two pairs of jeans and an undershirt. By the time she left with her bounty Katy had just stepped out of the bathroom, and the two met in the hall in awkward silence.

Katy looked better. Still drained, a little heavy in the eyes – but certainly fresher. She held the towel around herself and took in the sight of Tenzin openly stealing clothes from her brother’s bedroom.

It looked weird. Tenzin knew it looked weird. “What size jeans are you?” She said to Katy.

“Uh –” she looked down at the bundle of jeans and raised a single brow. “Men’s or women’s?

“Men’s.”

“Thirty-six.”

Tenzin checked the label on the inside of Scott’s jeans. “Hah,” she scoffed. “Look at that. Perfect match,” she pushed the clothes towards Katy. “Here.”

Katy snickered low. She adjusted her grip on the towel and brushed a few strands of wet hair out of her face. “Is Scott going to care that you’re lending me his clothes?”

“He won’t miss them. Scott’s not really a...pants kind of person.”

“Well,” Katy took the clothes with her free hand and flashed Tenzin a wry smirk. “If these are real Levi’s then that’s his loss.”

After Katy changed the two of them laid across Tenzin’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. Their silence was hard to parse. Things felt so much stranger than it did over the phone. Tenzin could see the curve of Katy’s nose and the soft flush of her pale cheeks that lingered from the hot water. She was reminded of how glamorously beautiful she was, and forced to confront that the feeling she had when Katy called her attractive wasn’t really there anymore.

She thought about how she knew a bit about Katy’s childhood, and how Katy knew about hers. Tenzin was apparently the only person in the world aside from Katy’s youngest brother to be privy to her deathly fear of horseshoe crabs. In turn, Katy was the only person to know that Tenzin still kind of had a crush on the shape shifting, cat-like yokai from My Neighbor Totoro.

There was certainly a relationship here. It was hard to understand it more than that, though.

“Can we keep lying here for a while?”

Katy’s voice was distant when she said that. Her eyes were already drifting shut. Tenzin didn’t answer, and once it occurred to her to say something Katy was already starting to snore.

Tenzin watched her sleep. Was that weird? It was hard to tell. She felt better seeing her there, though. Knowing she was clean and resting and, for the moment, safe.

Thinking that made her body start to feel heavy. She heard the croaking rattle of the heat vents above her bedroom door turn on, and something about the sound was so kind to her that Tenzin closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax.

Edgar thought they’d be better at this.

They knew that an actual birthday party after decades of ignoring the date would be a shock to the system, but they hoped they’d eventually acclimate to the situation. This simply wasn’t the case. An hour into watching the table be set and the food be served, tasked with nothing but sitting at the head of the table, Edgar had no idea what to do with themselves.

It was easy to smile. They couldn’t stop smiling. This felt like something out of a dream and they stayed very still just in case moving too much would cause them to wake up.

Scott ended up sitting beside them, and he softly laid his hand on top of Edgar’s on the table.

“It smells amazing,” he said, motioning his head towards the serving bowl of chili that steamed in the center of the table.

Edgar stared at Scott. How long was it supposed to be between blinks? Their eyes were starting to sting. They still couldn’t stop smiling.

“It’s smelled great all day,” Scott smiled playfully. “I tried to sneak a taste but Mom wouldn’t let me.”

Scott must’ve been working so hard while they were gone. Diligent Scott, determined to exorcise today into being something worth celebrating again. Beautiful Scott, with a few curved strands of black escaping his bun.

Skylark, Skylark, Skylark.

A note of concern made the shapes on Scott’s face look all the more profound. “Hey,” he cooed, touching Edgar’s cheek and the underside of their chin. “I hate to be the one to say this, but – did you take your Petrichor today?”

“I’m gonna’ marry you,” Edgar said in voice clear as day.

Scott’s eyes went wide. Regina, who was laying out a basket of freshly-cut bread, paused midway into the gesture. She noticed he and Edgar both staring now and blinked a few times, nonplussed.

“If you’re looking for surprise you’ve come to the wrong place,” she let the jesting comment settle, and then warmed. “Congrats, kids. Na zisete.”

She went back to the kitchen to pull out the bottle of cider that was chilling in the fridge. Edgar leaned forward, elbows propped up on the table and chin supported on his fists. Their heart was a sparkling, swirling pool of about a dozen different perfumes and body washes, a veritable emotional bubble bath with the consistency of expensive syrup. It coated their skin with the smallest touch, and as the rest of the world moved along they were sinking blissfully into its depths.

They felt Scott graze his fingernails up and down their back and sighed in utter peace. They gazed at him, eyes partially lidded, and snickered as he started to squirm shyly.

“Wow,” Scott breathed.

Edgar laughed again. “I feel your feelings,” they reminded him. “You should be used to this by now.”

Scott shook his head. “No no. No, this – this is all you, I think.”

If Edgar manipulated the emotions reflecting in them, it did feel differently than Scott’s emotions did. More fluid. Different hues. It was hard to explain. It was also hard to think that Edgar would be capable to creating anything as beautiful as what they were currently experiencing.

They closed their eyes and grinned with a scoff.

The table was just big enough to fit the five of them. Scott and Edgar, Katy and Tenzin, and Regina between the two couples. The conversation was quick-fire, boisterous and frequently overlapping. They spoke of traveling, hot dogs, children’s books, music choices and bad motels. Regina mostly listened. She made a comment or two every so often, but for the most part she was happy just hearing the others talk.

The chili was intricately spiced in a way that echoed in the mouth long after every bite. The chew of the diced cauliflower was so close to ground beef that she barely registered it wasn’t actually meat. She dressed her bowl as Edgar suggested, and the hefty serving of shredded cheese turned the entire bowl into something with the consistency of paste. Regina questioned the choice at first, though once she took a bite she noted the dense creaminess, the smooth texture made complex with onion and bell pepper. It was like fondue she was meant to eat on its own.

Edgar’s capabilities with something so simple were deeply impressive. She’d actually forgotten how useful it was to have a variety of fresh produce in her own backyard. And Scott was charming in a new kind of way – with an effortless quality that she could see not leaving him exhausted. He spoke to their new friend Katy so eagerly. Clearly he thought of her as a friend, and by the way Katy joked with him so easily Regina hoped she thought of him the same way.

Katy was a clever one. She reminded Regina of Goose in a way that made her miss having Goose in the house too. The bandage on her arm proved that she was willing to get a permanent sigil (Because Edgar can do sigils! How smart of them!) just to stay under her roof. Regina regretted that being the lengths it took, but the fact that Katy would go so far for a chance to spend quality time with her children earned her respect in an instant.

Once they finished their meal, Scott and Regina quickly cleared the table. While her son loaded the dishwasher she lingered close by, momentarily hesitant.

“You sure you don’t have a problem with it?” She whispered to him.

Scott paused. “With what?”

“Edgar’s present.”

“Oh,” Scott closed the dishwasher with his foot and leaned against it. “Of course not.”

“Tradition calls for it to go to you. Or – or to Tenzin, maybe.”

“Yeah, but – we don’t wear jewelry. I hate the feeling of it, and Tenzin likes her style simple. You know that.”

Regina still wasn’t certain. She had her hand in the pocket of her slacks and anxiously palmed the small box inside. Scott took her by the shoulders, forcing her steady in one bold movement.

“You’ll keep it in the family,” he said. “That’s what you want, right?”

Her son was an adult now. He looked so much like her, and even more like Levi. The gleam in his eyes and the promise of mischief at the edge of his smile. He used to be the littlest of babies. He used to wriggle around the mustard fields well into adolescence.

Past him, Edgar was listening intently at Katy while she told a story about some chaos she passed on the road. They were so considerate and polite. So aware of other people and how they fit into any given room at any given time. She remembered the weekend she cared for them as a child where they finally worked up the courage to learn against her. Even then, they kept asking if what they were doing was okay.

“Edgar?” She called out. “I have something for you, if you don’t mind.”

Edgar laid in bed that night, still buzzing so madly that they might’ve been floating a few centimeters off the mattress. They tried to stay quiet. They tried to stay still, so as to not bother Scott. But they couldn’t keep from touching Regina’s gift as it hung in place just above their collarbone.

It was a necklace on a long leather cord. In the center there was a pendent, a carnation lovingly etched from wood and then painted orange. Edgar felt its shape in the dark with their finger and tracked every breath as it cycled through their chest.

Regina explained that birthright jewelry used to be more commonplace, a way for witches to signify their presence to each other in civilization. The orange carnation was the marking of birthright magic back then. Nowadays it was less important to be discreet, but the pieces that remain are still passed down in certain families in the remaining witch towns.

Scott assured Edgar that he used to wear the necklace and hated the way it felt on his neck. Tenzin agreed that the pendent was slightly too large, and the color slightly off for her skin tone. So Edgar had it. Now it was Edgar’s.

He tied it around Edgar’s neck in the privacy of his bedroom. Edgar looked at themselves for a long time in the full-length mirror and marveled. Just marveled. They never considered any sort of adornment for themselves, but the small splash of color made them feel remarkably stylish. That was a new feeling for them. The person in the mirror with the fuzzy green sweater and the rustic orange flower necklace, their red curls vibrantly fluffy, was an appealing stranger Edgar would love to get to know more.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Scott asked them as they laid in bed together.

Edgar grinned, weary and ecstatic. “I wasn’t even ready for today.”

Scott took their hands and pressed them to his chest. He held them there for some time, eyes closed, saying nothing. It looked like he might’ve fallen asleep like that, but then he spoke again.

“I’m with you,” Scott said.

It was an odd feeling. It was so strange to look at a part of yourself that has been wrapped up after an injury for years and years and suddenly rip off all the bandages, only to realize that what used to be a gaping wound was almost fully healed over. There was still a scar. There would probably always be a scar.

But one more scar wasn’t enough to break Edgar Gallows. Not anymore.

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[dvorrak]

Voretober 2022 day 18: Silence

[kinkynoms]

Introduction post for my secret kink blog!~

*18+ only absolutely no minors this is a sexual blog*

19 female they/she the main thing youre going to find in here is reblogs of things I find hot, drawings/sketches/comics, and rambles. I love getting asks and messages about peoples favs and things their into so feel free to send something ^^ I also take drawing requests. Im very particular with some things I like that arent my main likes. Im a switch and abrosexual so im really fluid, sometimes I like domming girls, then the next day I want to be dominated by a hot guy. Not gonna reveal my ocs names just incase someone suspects me to run this acc, might call them “oc a” “oc b” so it doesnt get too confusing. If anyone wants me to draw my oc in a situation you can also describe them like “guy with acne”. Ok moving onto kinks and limits

AROOGAA 😻😻😻😻

Stuffing

Vore

Digestion

Eructo

Eprocto

Stomach sounds

Stomach aches

Gaining

Humiliation

Degrading

Basically anything involving guts

Being teased

Subbing

Dominating

Size difference

Depends/iffy 😺

Female gainers (all bodies are perfect BUT im extremely particular with girls im attracted too, sorry)

Pain stuff

Toilet talk (god idk how to put that it sounds weird, I mean like a pred talking about how their preys going to be there shit and nothing more, or how what their eatings going to ruin there stomach and theyll be in the bathroom for hours, stuff like that)

Object vore

Nahhh no thanks 😿

Full on scat

Diapers

Underage

Animals

Piss

Vomit

Alt vore (hair, absorption, nipple, shit like that)

Stuff animals

I promise im pretty open minded and love experimenting

[catbountry]

It's hard trying to talk about the shift in fandom culture without getting off track and talking about many things at once, because change can never be attributed to one thing alone. It's a collection of multiple factors that happen at a certain place at a certain time that shape the broader culture around us. And right now, a lot of that shaping is being done by TikTok and Twitter. Internet content, i.e. creative works, should be bite-sized and digestible. There's always been a flood of low-effort fan content spewed into the shapeless mass that is the internet, ephemeral and disposable. But it feels different now. Like the algorithm incentivizes such low-effort content. I would much rather read someone's long-winded essay on why they agree that my OTP is amazing rather than a quick little text post written by a high schooler that isn't funny, witty or memorable featuring said OTP. But the latter still comes to my attention anyway.

The internet is still mostly text based, but it's increasingly being replaced by video and audio. Podcasts, video essays and streams provide background noise for when we're doing other things. I really, really would love to see some long-form fic by a seasoned author that doesn't fucking suck. I'm sure it exists, but I'm counting on the judgement of my friends to recommend me these things. Fic isn't shareable the way fanart is, and long form fan comics were already rare. God, remember Cuanta Vida? I don't think a single long-form TF2 comic aside from that has ever been drawn to completion. That includes the official comics as well. It's been 10,000 years, Valve, please.

Working on my own long-form comic, I've had to cut corners to keep from taking too long between updates and even that doesn't work since production slowed around summer of last year. I know people are reading them, they have a ton of hidden bookmarks and thousands of comments. I know the content of these comics, as well as my soured reputation, have made sharing them publicly harder. But like... man. IDK.

Look, I just don't want to see some cringey 50 word text post of my OTP on my dash that feels like this thing meant to be quickly read and shared as just another piece of content. It feels hollow. It doesn't reflect the passion I've seen from fans on their creative output for over a decade. I've been spoiled. My standards are too high.

I hate the algorithm. Me and my homies all hate the algorithm.

[bughead-in-the-comics]

Jughead and Betty's Picnic Basket, A Collection (Part 1)

From Archie’s Pal Jughead #121 (1999).

From Betty #64 (1994).

From Jughead Double Digest #46 (1997).

From Betty and Veronica #165 (2001).

From Jughead #245 (1975).

From Laugh Comics #235 (1970).

From Crowd Control, Betty and Me #170 (1988).

From Bland to Grand, Betty and Veronica Comics Digest #150 (2004).

From No Fuel Like an Old Fuel, PEP Comics #296 (1974).

From Fan Elan, Archie #490 (1999).

From Trick Schtick, PEP Comics #354 (1979).

From The Edge, B&V Summer Fun #5 (1998).

From Flirt Alert, Jughead’s Double Digest #1 (1989).

From Feed Deed, Archie’s Girls Betty and Veronica #130 (1966).

From Munch A Bunch, Jughead Double Digest #1 (1989).

From Some Changes Made, Archie's Pals 'n' Gals #54 (1969).

From Getting Antsy, World of Betty and Veronica #6 (2021).

From High Jinx, Archie Giant Series #553 (1985).

From We Love You Madly, Reggie and Me #52 (1971).

From Scene Stealer, B&V Summer Fun #6 (1999).

From Size Revise, Archie Giant Series #552 (1985).

From Winner Takes All, Laugh Comics #366 (1981).

From Meal Zeal, Jughead's Jokes #46 (1975).

From Doggin' It, Jughead's Jokes #55 (1977).

From Lunch Bunch, Jughead’s Jokes #78 (1982).

From Shrewd Dude, Jughead’s Jokes #55 (1977).

From Treasure Pleasure, Jughead #304 (1980).

From Action Reaction, Jughead's Jokes #46 (1975).

From Switch Pitch, Jughead’s Jokes #61 (1978).

From Rescue Miscue, Archie Giant Series #463 (1977).

[warrior-u-preservation]

Hard copies of Changeling are now available on Storeenvy!

Other prints and merch items available for sale. Proceeds help us by art supplies and burnout relief.

Includes all 62 pages of Changeling and the 10 page mini arc.

We will continue to update online weekly.

[vintagerpg]

Steve Jackson Games produced a number of comic book-sized supplements for GURPS Traveller. I am not sure if this is a reference to the digest-sized original Traveller books or if the comic format was economical at the time, but I find it generally appealing. This is the first in the Heroes line, dedicated to Bounty Hunters (2002). It is also the last of the Heroes line, which is a bit of a shame, because this is a good delivery system for rule centered on a single trade and its plying.

You get information on how bounty hunting works, some mechanical things that support it (a character template, some skills, an adventure) and the fictional context for the profession. I love that the book drills down into the jobbiness of bounty hunting — this is how freelancers work, this is how salaried corporate hunters work. Much is made of the distinction between skip tracers (who track down bail jumpers) and repo-men, who are interested in finding stuff rather than people (and probably would be happy to avoid people entirely). I kinda love the idea of running a space repo-man campaign! How scummy!

Gotta say, the Brom cover art is a surprise and is so outside my preconceived visual aesthetic for Traveller that I could feel it shifting and rewriting the moment I saw it. Padded, space Renaissance armor with weird saw blade weapons. Yes please. I want this Traveller.

[casketjones]

I'm not sure how to info dump for a bunch of character concepts in a way that's digestible but eh whatever

Concept work for a group of mafia hitwomen and their long suffering handler. They're likely going to be used in a underground illegal wrestling ring arc because that's all I really want in my media.

This post plus additional sketches and more background info will be going up on my patreon and kofi tomorrow.

more under the cut,

They're all vampires that I really cooked up to test a concept for vamps for my comic project. Based on a blood sucking animal and a historical anti-vampire burial method, some of the burial methods are gonna be pushed and fibbed because there's not that many of them. so yeah incidental vampires will have a cage motif even tho I know good and well that cages were to prevent resurrection men getting in not vampires getting out. I feel that's thematically close enough. There's so many really good sanguivore animals out there these are maybe too safe even.

The other thing I really wanted to accomplish with these designs is targeting lesbians, hey ladies these are for you. How am I doing?

going left to right here we got

Flea- She's a Flea I tried taking a lot from Blake's Ghost of a Flea but I don't think it comes through. Her grave-shackle is that scythe coming out her shoulder, it's maybe a bit of a stretch, the real thing was buried in the ground next to the corpse so if it rose it would decapitate itself but I didn't really want to complicate the design with a bunch of dirt or something. Regardless I like her design a lot. Short hairy goblin of a woman, someone stop me from naming her Puce.

Mosquito- Her hair took a little bit to sort out, it used to be real bad but this mess is perfect. Horrible 90's stylized part call back, reminiscent of boxer braids while being ostentatious enough to work in any setting. That cool bangle is her grave-shackle, an actual shackle this time. Her build was immediate, huge arms, weird long butt, perfection. She's the easiest to dress which isn't that surprising considering shes thinner but usually big arms are really difficult in women's wear. Flea is actually the second easiest to dress. There's gotta be a better name than Malaria, but i could call her Mal.

Geo(?)- small mafia man, constantly put upon, constantly behind the 8-ball with upper management; you know the type. The other guys definitely tell him he's lucky all the time but they'd never switch assignments with him. Why is he so small? because I can do whatever i want. His name might be Geoffrey.

Lamprey- Went through the most iterations, was very hard to piece together a woman this disaster lesbian. The spike through the heart, traditionally meant to keep the alleged vampire pinned to the ground was always part of the design, so was the long neck and heart lipstick, the hook earring came and went. Everything else was difficult; general build was pretty similar but i didn't actually work until I gave her a gut and dropped her waist. I used to have gill markings on her neck that looked like vampire bite marks and that took a while to give up but that hair is too good. She probably will end up being named Nakkila, it's a Finnish town with lamprey on their crest.

Leech- Took just two stabs to get her hair, body and face where I wanted it. Those bright red eyebrows work so well to subtly mimic leech markings, her hair shapes are perfect and I love drawing them. It's hard to tell at this size but her lips are sewn together which works almost too well for the theming, the cartoon jack'o lantern shape just sits right on a leech. Being built like a brick shithouse with fantastic fat rolls really gives the body diversity in the group the punch it needs. But dear god in heaven she is so hard to dress! I'm liking this dress a moderate amount right now and I really love the shoes but it's not perfect. I've tried suits instead, I've down active wear, all crazy difficult. It's like fashion doesn't want to accentuate horizontal stripes on large bodies or something? I gotta keep trying on it. I've almost convinced myself to name her Annelid.