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fridge-04 · 1 year ago
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Huge fan of the Exif and Bilusaludo being callbacks to classic Showa era alien races. Like you got the manipulative Exif who have Ghidorah as their monster (like the Xiliens) and the more rugged Bilusaludo who lost their planet due to a black hole and use Mechagodzilla as their monster (like the Black Hole Third Planet Aliens)
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somerandomdudelmao · 8 months ago
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I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha
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chalkscrub · 1 month ago
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(late) day 4: underappreciated oc. i looked through all my active ocs and i haven't drawn mumbojumbo balderdash in years at this point...my bad, little sock thing. it's largely because i'm more interested in my serious story ocs at this point, and mumbojumbo is from my developing kid's books era. and also i think my old style suited em better, i find them harder to draw nowadays
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lilybug-02 · 2 months ago
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City of Tears. But Mini.
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I wanted to make an atmospheric art piece with Dewi. And the City of Tears is one of the most sorrowing, beautiful, and grand places to do that. This is a lot of firsts for me regarding the architecture and lighting. The shadows cover a lot, and it may have been too much. I'm happy with how it turned out tho.
No idea how Dewi found his way into the City. Probably magic. Probably plot too :) But oh boy, he is experiencing childlike wonder in his raincoat!
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This is a better show of the line detail I needlessly covered up in the final lol
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stil-lindigo · 2 years ago
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when worlds collide
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 6 months ago
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It was easy to lure the newest Titan away from the rest, back the boy into a corner. He was the weakest link, the newest hero, the easiest to manipulate-
Then, the ghost child transformed, glowing rings passing over his body to reveal a familiar black-haired boy. "Uncle Slade, what the fuck are you doing?"
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soosoosoup · 4 months ago
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treasure planet au, last of the batch (Poppy & Floyd)
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POV you’ve informed the Queen and the Court’s Sorcerer of something and they very clearly know something that they’re not letting on
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.
(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU#I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track)#The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more.#I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by#and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles!#Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise!#I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space.#It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is#You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together:#I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper.#I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything.#You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there.#Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite.#day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less:#'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all)#This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly.#(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)
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pitchblackespresso · 10 months ago
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Not Her
Comics master post
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rainedropsart · 5 months ago
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Cassie Sandsmark they could never make me hate you. Even if they’re trying. Really hard
Also idk if Greta and Cassie were technically roommates at Saint Elias’s but who else would it be. They’re buddies. Bonds forged in Yj are unbreakable unfortunately
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pilkypills · 2 months ago
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"Shall I tell you who killed me?"
"You're supposed to be dead, Thorin. Go away."
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lesbianshepard · 2 years ago
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me reading a post about non-existent fictional mobsters from a movie that has never existed
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uhohdad · 5 months ago
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any thoughts on slasher!konig?
(if not or if that’s too dark you can ignore this!! :))
he’s suuuuch a cliche slasher <3
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SLASHER!KÖNIG X READER
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It’s your fault, really. For thinking you could enjoy a relaxing weekend away from everything. All you wanted to do was hide away in an isolated, peaceful cabin in the woods. Enjoy nature, read smutty stories, and not be bothered by another soul for 72 hours.
Apparently, that’s too much to ask.
The dingy little cabin was hardly well-maintained, smelling of mildew and decorated with furniture that looks like the eighties puked all over it - but it was cozy, and it got the job done.
You’re still breathing life into the cabin long after the sun set, long after you should have been tucked under the covers and snoring away. Your phone blares songs you wouldn’t dare play in front of anyone else, humming along to your guilty pleasures with a wiggle in your hips. The inviting aroma of a sneaky late night snack wafts in the air, warm light pouring from the lamps and out of the windows, illuminating the surrounding woods.
The piercing ringing makes you jump, wide eyes darting to the phone. An old rotary nicknack you hardly noticed, and certainly wouldn’t have thought of as functional if you had. The ring slices right through you, high-pitched and grating. As your tensed shoulders relax, your lips twist in unease. Hesitantly you pause the music, making uneasy steps to answer the call.
“Hello?” You ask softly, not bothering to stifle your confusion.
No one speaks, but there’s someone on the other line. You can practically feel the deep, heavy breaths tickling your ear.
“Hello?” You repeat, brows furrowed and an index finger nervously twirling around the phone cord.
“Do you always vacation all alone?”
The voice on the other end is harsh, dangerous. Intense and deep with a purred condescension stitched in, it sends a shudder straight down your spine.
Your body stills, mouth turned cotton.
“Who is this?” You ask, an unfortunate break in your voice.
“Such a dangerous thing for a little lamb to do.”
You scoff, a smile creeping on your face, “Very funny.”
You laugh, pinching the phone between your ear and your shoulder, “Who is this?”
You rattle off a list of the usual suspects, your cheekiest friends and family members in hopes to get them to break character.
“It’s like you’re inviting trouble in.”
You give a nervous laugh, eyes flicking around the cabin, “Uh-”
Prank call or no, your heart is pounding in your chest. You swallow, parting your lips to speak but you can’t seem to find the words.
“Your dancing was endearing, though, little one.”
Your face drops, a chill wrapping its fingers around your spine and frosting you from the inside out. Feet made of lead, body still except for the rise and fall of shallow breaths.
The line goes dead before you can find a response, an even dialtone in your ear as you try to steady the heart pounding against your ribcage. When your thoughts catch up, fumbling fingers scramble for the rotary wheel, but the even tone cuts off as the lights go out, the life suddenly sucked from the cabin.
You pull in a sharp breath, slamming the phone on the receiver and backing away from it as if it’s a feral, bloodthirsty animal. Your head swivels around, eyes adjusting to the dark and eerie cabin. The adrenaline is coursing now, pulse pounding against your temple and knuckles knocking together.
A loud thud on the outside of the cabin makes you jump, snapping your head in the direction of the noise. A squeak leaves you as a blurred, shadowy figure passes quickly by the window. Your panicked mind is blank, frozen in your place, just barely able to fend off hyperventilation, but not at all the violent trembling.
You’re muttering objections under your breath, pleading desperately with your unwanted visitor to leave you alone, for them to reveal this was all just some big joke.
The furious jingling of metal echoes throughout the cabin, the doorknob rattling threateningly as your visitor tests the lock.
Your fingers come to your lips, wide eyes darting around before you scramble for a hiding spot. The best you can manage is a coat closet, pressing yourself flush to the wall to keep yourself steady. Weak legs ultimately slide to a sit on the stained carpet, arms tightly embracing your knees, pleading with your heavy breaths to quiet.
The first thud makes you crawl out of your skin, a deep, heavy crash against wood. Your hand comes up to your mouth, muffling your squeaks behind sweaty palms.
Another thud has you pinching your eyes shut, every muscle tensed and trembling.
The third busts the front door wide open, shards of splintered wood crashing to the ground as the doorknob slams into the cabin walls.
The whines creep up the back of your throat without your permission when you hear the sound of heavy, confident boot steps, rubble crunching under the soles as they enter.
You shake your head, lips pulled back and tears springing down your face as the slow, commanding bootsteps near. He knows exactly where you are, and he’s dragging out your torture by making you anticipate his painstaking arrival. Toying with his prey, cornering you and making you cry from pure terror. Teasing you, making you feel dumb for thinking you could even hide from him in the first place, reveling in each flinch he knows you’re making behind that door by simply walking.
How powerful he must feel.
An involuntary hiccup escapes you as the closet’s doorknob turns. You’re deafened by your own heartbeat, the door creaking open agonizingly slow, unable to stifle your sobs as he reveals himself in all his glory. Domineering frame towering over you, a hood draped over his face, a butcher knife at his side.
He tilts his head as he looks down at you - what a pathetic thing you are, teeth chattering and sobs stuttering on each breath.
He lowers himself into a squat, apathetic, half-lidded icy blue eyes studying you.
“That was too easy, little one.”
He sticks the flat of his blade just under your chin, tilting your head up to get a better look at you.
His eyes crinkle as his soaks in your sprung, glossy eyes, your tear-stained cheeks, your shivering bottom lip.
“What do you say I give you a minute head start, ja?”
He pulls a squeak from you when he meets your stare again, applying more pressure to your delicate skin with his blade. He creeps forward, closing the gap between your faces to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead through the soft fabric of his mask.
He keeps his face inches from yours when he pulls away, his deep, gritty voice lowered to a whisper when he speaks.
“Run, little one. I’ll meet you in the woods.”
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✧₊⁺ abusive!könig ✧₊⁺ stalker!könig
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gatoiberico · 2 years ago
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it's montage time!!
(drawn on the xppen artist 16 2nd gen for a collab with xppen!)
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theamazingian · 6 months ago
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Go to your local comic book shop and ask for Sonic comic #69 today for
THRILLS
ACTION
SUSPENSE!!
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