#never satisfied comic

[cubesoda]

I was scrolling through my old photo album and I can’t believe I drew this like 3 years ago and then never posted it anywhere

Any way I still love them I hope they like, hold hands or something

[ruporas]

birthday party (id in alt)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[loofiez]

After roughly six hours, I bring you my art piece in celebration for Tim's birthday!! (Even if it's roughly 3-4 days late, lmao)

[sephiroths-pear]

dc fanart really gets me inspired to pick up the pen again.. so here’s jay and dick!! (might draw tim next)

was rlly focused on making the hair & proportions look good lmao

edit: please dont repost! —but i appreciate likes and reblogs 🫶

[cuephrase]

how i think the boy robins view each other in order of which brother relationship they care the most about, based off my overall comic readings:

dick: tim, damian, jason

jason: dick, tim, damian

tim: dick, *massive gap*, damian, jason

damian: dick, *massive gap* tim. honestlyyyyyyyy, don’t think dami cares about jason that much. he’s usually more dismissive of him than he is with tim

how it appears the robins view each other in order of which brother relationship they care the most about, based off my modern comics readings, (i.e, New 52 onwards):

dick: damian, *massive gap*, tim, jason. tim + jay feel lowkey interchangeable here ngl

jason: tim, *gap*, dick, damian

tim: jason, dick, damian

damian: dick, *massive gap*, tim, jason.

how i might think the robins view each other in order of which brother relationship they care the most about, based off my non-curated fanon encounters:

dick: he is the Older Brother ™️. he has no favorites. (damian)

jason: tim, dick is a close second, damian. unless it’s jason + dami loa brothers au, in which case i assume dami comes first, but idk how dick and tim would fall there since i haven’t engaged with that au a whole lot.

tim: jason (that’s his robin!!), dick, damian

damian: dick. *massive gap*. toss-up.

the overlap and differences are very interesting to me. there’s definitely a shift once you hit New 52, (and i wholeheartedly blame dick and tim’s relationship falling off to the wayside in canon on grant morrison.) as someone who honestly really enjoys all the robins, the discourse over jason & tim relationship entertains me the most because both sides can technically point to comics to defend their stance. it’s like a platonic ship war. the relationship discourse i have the least patience for is tim & damian “they’re abusive and awful to each other” hot takes from one robin’s stan about the other. headache inducing fr

[ohcorny]

Never Satisfied: Vol. 1, now in stores!

The full-color, critically acclaimed graphic novel series that started as a webcomic! In a competition for apprentice magicians and their animal familiars, non-binary Lucy is chasing the reward…and learning the cost.

The competition to become the new city Representative—a magician who serves the magistration and protects the people from monstrous husks—is fierce. Eight young apprentices and their animal familiars are vying for the role, while behind the scenes, corrupt officials work to ensure their favored contestants make it to the next round. Lucy Marlowe wants the job more than anything. A win would show their master that they aren’t a worthless waste of effort. But being Representative isn’t all it’s cracked up to be!

You can get it from any major retailer!

[leotheponderer]

I did the thing!

[tes-trash-blog]

The Cathay is beautiful, there is no doubt about that. Her fur is sleek, her ears upright and  unmarred, her claws neatly kept, her posture straight. Above all this, there is an undeniable allure to her. As you smoke from the moon sugar pipe and watch, you realize you aren’t the only one; many turn their head towards her, from the stunted Dagi to the imposing Pahmar, curious Imperials and Bosmer and even a daring Altmer. None seem to notice how her eyes are as white and empty as a porcelain ewer, or how they still seem to track every move you make. They shift from your face to your hands as she sips her whisky.

“You bear the mark, walker.” She sets her worn clay cup down, now empty. Her throat tenses for only a moment as she looks towards the innkeeper. You see it relax as she turns to you. “The moment you walked in, this one knew. You would come to her, sit across and make as if you are a friend.” The innkeeper is at your table now; she nods as he sets down another round. The whisky is as strong as it is sweet.

“This one knows, as does your.. Patron. Feh.” She sniffs the whisky in her cup. “There are.. things one can see that even Knowledge fears. This is not why you are here, no?”

You say nothing, but her blind eyes bear into you. Her lips curl into a smile.

“It becomes clear now. What one cannot see, one can hear. Such is how this one composed herself for many years. It seems your patron has finally learned to close its many eyes. Very well. First, finish your drink. Not at all once, walker. Take your sweet time. We have an eternity to talk."

“You wish to hear about something not politely conversed in public. Many of you shaveskins, your faith falters when you stub your clawless toe. Speaking blasphemy is a sport, a loose thread set before a kitten. You are used to walking, but now you wait. Understand?” She purrs, or growls. You cannot say for sure which.

Both moons are dark, and so the streets are quiet. Only you and your current companion walk along the empty road. She never reaches out to you, her stride never falters. She seems to know exactly where she is going.

“The way is clear. We may speak freely now, for all ears are as shut as the eyes.” She stops before a plaza and takes a seat at the closest bench. “Join me, bearer of the curse, and I will tell you what I learned in the Dark.

“Long ago, this one bared her fangs under the light of Jone. It was a temporary measure, this one knew even then. One cannot cut a shadow with only a blade, but it can buy precious seconds, a needed stanza, a held note..”

She briefly frowns, and briefly betrays her age. You offer a comforting hand and she denies it.

“This is not a tragedy, walker. This is a love story.

“As was said, this one was a warrior against the Dro-m’Athra. One among many, in days forgotten even to our most storied cantors. Of us all, you speak to the most ardent in her faith, the truest in blade and song. The shades fled before this blade,” she motions to her hip that holds no sheath. “Their shouts silenced before the song from this voice.” Her voice, you suddenly realize, is flat.

You shift in your seat.

“Fear not, waiting-one. This did not happen when the Suthay were conceived. They need not terrify you, so long as you keep yourself open. And open you are, for you seek us out.

“It was not a rift we faced that day, but a maw. An open, gaping, maw, and from it came an endless stream of Dro-m’Athra. We were few, but we had no fear. Fear clouds the mind, dulls the senses, turns a carefully timed strike into a worthless pawing. Above all, fear opens you. It cannot be let in, and so we refused it with every breath. I cannot imagine what it was like for my comrades, who could see the Bent Cats. This, I believe, is what set me apart from them.”

The air is warm, but a chill crawls up your spine.

“We growled and roared as the Cantors sang, their music attracting our foe as much as it enraged them. This we knew would happen, for if they are Dro-m’Athra, they are merely.. touched by the Dark. The Moons may have forgotten them, but they remember yet. They remember a time when this was not so, and the memory lures them as much as tortures them. Feh..”

She leans back and looks upward as a nightguard passes by. You look up at the night sky and find that there are no stars tonight.

“Our mission was our vow: Let none pass. We never once broke our vow. When they gave a whisker, we took a mane, and together we pressed onward.” She stands and begins to walk away in her slow, certain stride. You scramble to follow. “The ground shifted beneath us, an illusion this one said, set upon by Namiira to distract us. None are as sure-footed as Khajiit, and few were as certain as us, as the one you struggle to keep up with.

“How many fell before us, this one cannot say. Hundreds? Perhaps thousands? It was exactly enough for the Cantors to finish their rite, to reach the crescendo of their song.. Then the song suddenly stopped.

“Ask me not where the others are. There is no certain answer, but this one.. Feh. This one did not fret, being no stranger to darkness, but the others… One can assume they did not follow, or fled. When this went thought to reach back, there was no answer. We were all so close only a moment before, but there, then, we were as far apart as the sun and the moons. One could not even catch the scent of their sweat, their fur, the metal of their armor or the tang of blood. We could hear, and so we called out, and like fading notes did we all fall silent, one by one. How long this one spent hearing her own voice, no one can say, but after Rakkhat’s voice went silent, it was all that was left.”

You are outside the city gates now. She walks off the main path and onto the rough earth. You follow, though the terrain is unforgiving on your boots. How she manages in bare feet is beyond you.

“Have you ever felt nothing? Truly, nothing? Over there, as each voice of a comrade went silent, so too did the ground before me crumble. When Rakkhat called out that final time was when the last grain of sand beneath me fell away, and I was left weightless. There is no cold in the Dark, no warmth. Should you run your hand over your fur, you may feel its bristles through an air without wind. Your insides churn about, for how long you cannot say, but hunger leaves you as the sands below do. Hunger, fatigue, hard steel and soft fur. Sensation leaves you first.”

The craggy earth gives ways to shifting sands. She walks with the same certainty up a dune you struggle to gain a single foothold in. You resort to all fours as she remains upright.

“After sensation was hearing. When your voice loses all its power and leaves you in silence, you still hear the beat of your heart, the whisper of each breath, the humming in your head. All this is lost in the Dark.” Her pace quickens. Your fingers scrape against the coarse sands. Your back aches, and your heart pounds. “Yet, you persist. Against it all, you persist. When all else is gone, there you are.” She stops at the peak of the dune. When you right yourself, you see a smile on her face.

“I faced the Dark and never once let fear in me. The others faltered, and cried out, and so they were taken. Not this one. Ever resolute… Yes. Yes. And this was seen, truly seen. Tell me, does your patron know you, truly know you? Does your patron see you as you truly are?”

You have no answer. Her smile widens.

“There, in that place that was not, my eyes opened, and for the first time bore witness. It was a beauty that defies all language, all forms, all thought..  It was there, walker. There is the only space in which one could be truly seen. It was.. It was to be loved. Truly, deeply loved.”

Her smile has lost its charm, her form has lost its grace. She stands in a way that you only now realize is as unnatural as a moons-less night that has no stars, or a horizon that bears no lantern-light. You step back, and find the earth beneath you is not as certain anymore. She lurches forward and grabs you with unsheathed claws that leave no mark. She pulls you closer to her wide, white, unblinking eyes. She outdrank and outsmoked you at the tavern, but not a trace of it is on her breath.

“Let Namiira take our sight, for it is not needed. The heart- yes..” One hand goes to your pounding chest. “The Heart knows to see. One need only to know its beating, and to follow its pattern. You feel it, yes? You must, you would not have answered otherwise. Stay, stay here, you’ve come so far already. See what your patron cannot, and talk with me. We have an eternity.”

Your vision fades, and the distant sounds of night fade into nothing. For the first time in ages, your sleep is dreamless.

When you wake under the Elsweyr sun, your only companion is a pounding in your head.

[e8luhs]

i have to get myself back to a place where im okay with just sketching and doing my thing otherwise i swear to god im only going to be able to draw like a few times a year. ever again

[atissi]

WOW...............tf2 man. tf2...........................

[kevinthecantaloupe]

Webcomic Masterlist

Hey guys! Here's a list of all of the webcomics that I've either read or am actively reading.

Keeping up with as they post:

Aurora

The Glass Scientists

Castoff

Widdershins

Earth, 2068

Soul to Call

Bookwyrms

Checking in on occaisionally:

Kings of Sorts

Wychwood

Sleepless Domain

Dumbing of age

Wilde Life

Year in Hereafter

In Blood We Rise

Fairmeadow

Living in Future Tense

Read:

Sanity Circus (ended before it finished)

Ramshackle (no idea if it's going to get any more updates)

Never Satisfied (infinite hiatus)

Stand Still Stay Silent (finished)

Tripping Over You (finished)

Monster Pulse (finished)

Monsterkind (lost in webcomic purgatory)

Used to Read:

True Magic (turned into a text format which personally I am not a fan of, so I stopped reading)

Arrhythmia

Come Hell or High Water

Woah.

That's actually a lot now that I list it all out.

[narsh-poptarts]

small dialogue comic i made for class from a little bit ago :0

[anewgayeveryday]

Today's LGBT+ Character is;

Tetsu from Never Satisfied by Taylor Robin-They/Them Nonbinary

Read Never Satisfied on the website here (Currently on Hiatus)

Species: Human

Requested by Anon

Status; Alive

[piko-rose]

Can someone explain to me why people are mad over Sonic games referencing past moments in the series to show or prove consistency in canon and let the audience know what happened in past games so they can get caught up?

Can someone explain that to me???

(This is the same for Frontiers)

[lennsart]

I got tagged in your post about your wips!! (Thank you, by the way)

It's a good way to start a conversation with a mutual we have never interacted with!!

The wip that intrigues me more is the one called "Not cursed".

What is it about? :DD

I'm glad you're fine with being tagged haha, I always get nervous tagging new people ! Thank you for the ask :D

People were curious about "not cursed" O_o

@anasunny, here I go !

And no, sorry Anon, the wip isn't on Hyrule ! I just can't stop drawing Legend, but I'm sure I'll get to Hyrule's curse at some point... >:)

I'm sorry, the wip is really rough, and it's an unfinished comic (I don't think I've ever finished even one comic, I have so much respect for people who manage long ones !)

Here it is :

The context comes from one of my sad writing wips 😂 I thought that it'd make a nice comic that could stand alone and never finished it. Have some context :

Basically Legend believes he's cursed and that people coming close to him always ends up getting hurt (there's context to this context lmao, but that's the gist of it). He opens up to Sky, who helps a lot, and then Sky gets badly hurt in a fight, which Legend doesn't take very well.

Except Sky recovers, and immediately ask to see him because he knows that Legend will think it was his fault. Lege is reluctant to even get close to Sky, but Wars convinces him (that's why he's there in the first pannel).

The comic was supposed to end on Sky telling him "You're not cursed", which is why the wip is named that way !