#my first and latest

[emeraldspiral]

Remember that glorious period between late 2019 and early 2020 when Reylo and ZADR were both among the top 10-20 ships on Fandometrics for several weeks? Because I sure do.

[bardspeak]

Here's the comic I made for War Never Changes, a Fallout charity zine that's still available to puchase digitally here: link.

The captions are lyrics from Autopsy Garland by the Mountain Goats. I've been dreaming of making this for literal Years, and the mods for the zine let me do it for them! I'm still pretty proud of it, and only regret that I completely forgot to replace Col. Hsu with General Lee Oliver in the final. Sorry man.

[polytrixsapphic]

soooo a fictional kpop band had ruined my life-

[moon-mirage]

Did anyone expect me to just ignore the latest Daima episode? 🫧🫧🫧

[biapluto]

got lazy and uninspired so im just posting my new profile picture :3 also i actually fucking hate math sm pls i want to end it

[goodknightsweetcookie]

Had an idea for a comic and was upset that I’d probably never draw it, then remembered that the cookie run comic creator is literally a thing that exists lmao

[tharatorns]

HIDDEN AGENDA | EPISODE 8

[asmodeusamaryllis]

Happy Birthday Alice Asmodeus 🩷 [6/6]

[ziefyrr]

I think theres something interesting to note about wemmbu's pov in unstable.

He's not someone who does lore or takes lore seriously. See season 1, a lot of it was simply fighting, trying to get better, get revenge, but not really telling a story about the world itself. His episodes are pvp focused and he often avoids lore.

Eggchan on the other hand, actively seeks out lore. He has a notebook with all the information, he readily explores locations. He's really the one who points wemmbu in the direction of lore. I think the most obvious example is the jadan episode where egg specifically seeks out information about the underground city.

And i think it's a perfect balance and a perfect example of show, not tell. Wemmbu's character will never acknowledge the deeper issues/feelings behind his place in the server, that's just who he is. ntentionally or subconsciously, he will avoid thinking too deeply about things. He will never acknowledge why the maces are so important to him. How his stint with zam affects him to this day. He'll ignore the impact rejoice made on his playstyle, despite keeping the sunflower in his enderchest. Always do first, think later.

And when you dont stop to think about it, it's very superficial, surface level. Like there's no deeper meaning to it. And i think that's the trap a lot of viewers fall into, that wemmbu is just a pvp focused, no lore, not very interesting, repetitive pov.

What people miss is that egg is more than a comedic relief. He's the thinker, the one who holds wemmbu back. He stops to consider various options and is averse to jumping into danger. Egg shows wemmbu's story through the lore, dragging his friend through the world, looking for meaning. Inadvertently showing wemmbu that theres no hiding from it, no matter what. Hes the compass that will eventually point wemmbu in the right direction.

The theme of repetition, of past becoming present, cant be ignored. Egg's thirst for lore will push wemmbu to finally acknowledge his feelings, the cycle hes stuck in, and that something needs to change.

[occudo]

Happy Jmart day! And happy two year anniversary for my first jmart fanart here :D

-second one is from jmart week here and most likely not going to be the last~

[fallout-lou-begas]

if there's anything that freddy krueger's gonna do it's gonna be strike a gay ass pose and cut one hell of a silhouette

[sonicblooms]

rumour has it that he'll be experiencing live mode soon x

[pixiishi]

despite everything, it’s still you 🦊

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[gay-ppl-real]

I can never just come on here to do what I came to can I

Just wanted to post a short, 4 page minicomic. The culmination of a couple week's work. Please expand to view properly; I put a lot of detail into these :)

This scene and dialogue were pulled from the Studio Ghibli movie, Ponyo (2008). I've thought for a long time that Ponyo's "There's water coming from your eyes!" seems like a very Wally thing to say (especially if it's the first time he's seen someone cry!) and from there I just made up a scenario where the dialogue from that scene would make sense.

I've been thinking a lot about the Homewarming update (tis the season, y'know?) so Eddie ended up the Mum/Lisa stand in, making Frank the most obvious choice for a Sosuke stand in.

What DID happen to Eddie? Where did he go? I dunno, you tell me your theories! This isn't intended to imply anything/theorise about the Homewarming update or anything like that; just playing around with a fun idea :3

Aaalso while thinking about this I was hit by a Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind AU with Frank. Being a whisperer for giant bugs and having compassion for a recovering ecosystem? Being Nausicaa would be right up his alley! So mebe I'll draw something related to that soon.

[ratwithhands]

EXAMS ARE ALMOST OVER I CAN DRAW AGAIN

Anyways first thing off the backburner, I had an idea for a concept where Kokushibo uses wisteria incense to call Yoriichi on the other side of the Sanzu river to complain about work. Yori basically shows up in the smoke let off by the incense and hangs around for as long as the resin lasts. They're basically just facetiming while the actual plot happens in the background.

Some bonus sketch notes:

His arms are not connected! As yūrei typically don't have legs, and since Yoriichi's corpse got cut into 4, the only present pieces are his upper torso and two arms. His kimono has full sleeves, but his arms have extra

His hair is out, both to better match billowing smoke from the incense, and because yūrei keep it loose

Kokushibo can call Yoriichi on the road with a kiseru pipe, but he usually only calls him when he's alone and free for the night. Yoriichi is visible like this so he doesn't want unwanted visitors seeing him

Smoke is what makes Yoriichi visible, kind of like how beams of light become more defined in dusty spaces. Sometimes he'll hang out after talking and take a look around at things. Koku can take him around for tours if they're whispering

[ruubric]

slightly nsfw!

Lasko loves being on top. He loves being able to see every part of Dear, and being able to touch every part of them...But that is definitely not to say he doesn't love when Dear is on top of him.

Like right now; they cup his cheeks, tilting his head up to them. And smile. Lasko feels his cheeks heat up.

"What is it?" He only has enough voice to whisper out.

Dear chuckles lightly and shrugs, "nothing."

It certainly wasn't nothing. There's just something about the way his eyelashes gently flutter up to them, with that desperate darkness of his eyes, pupils like little whirpools that beg for more. They slide their thumb over his pillowy lip that boasts a slight sheen from their earlier kisses.

"Oh, Lasko," they murmur, teasing their lips against his. They slowly inch forward. Only to stop once again, noses nuzzling against each other.

His heart skips as he feels the air of their chuckle wash against his face. Lasko's hands instinctively clamp down on Dear's thighs, his long fingers digging into their flesh in a yearning effort to bring them closer to him.

He can feel the part that aches for them most firmly upright against their thigh. He can feel the little thrusts he's making in a needy attempt for friction.

But he doesn't care enough to be embarrassed. Right now, he is burning for the sweet waters of Dear's lips.

Not only is he burning, but he's whimpering too. The little noises practically slip out of his parted lips.

Dear sweeps some of his hair behind his ear, setting off an explosion of tingles down his arms.

They kiss his both his cheeks; left then right.

They kiss his forehead.

They kiss his chin.

All the while his heart is ramming against the confines of his chest with the sole mission of getting kisses of its own.

Dear is so close... so close to kissing his mouth, when he feels their fingertips of both hands slide along his jaw, up to the nape of his neck, before winding themselves in his hair and tugging. A deliciously warm heat explodes in his stomach, spreading out to every atom of his entire being. Lasko's whole body is trembling; his hands clamber to pull Dear closer. He can't be polite anymore.

He needs this. He needs them.

They make a low, hot sound that shows they appreciate the guttural noise he unknowingly made. And in appreciation of his neck that is now exposed and vulnerable. Their lips just graze along his collarbone. They merely ghost along the slope of his neck.

Maddening lust paired with playful frustration jostles his brain just enough to murmur out ineligible words of absolute desire.

And finally, Dear gives him what he needs.It barely takes any effort from Lasko to completely give in and melt into Dear's mouth.

Most people describe kissing as this mind numbing pleasure, but his brain is on full alert right now, with more thoughts than even he can keep track of. Their tongue slides against his own, like waves of ambrosia racking through his body. He sighs into the kiss --pure relief and tension dancing with each other much like the wind dances with the waves-- and tears spring to his eyes.

Their mouth is so velvety and familiar like soaking into a warm bath at the end of a long day. They taste sweet, like a popsicle.

Lasko is desperate for more. He swirls his tongue around theirs with nothing short of eagerness. They make a sudden sound in their throat, redirecting all the blood in his body in a supple and sweet rush. The ache that follows is a decadent one.

His core sings out a song, and it's accompanying harmony is sang back by theirs.