#tomo and scribbles

[bug-gender-art]

tomo and scribbles mean so much to me

[sylvidoptera]

The tiny fae sat atop the neck of the ancient snapper, holding on to his bag of parchment and writing instruments. He let his mind drift for the walk, knowing that the habit of countless years would take the larger dragon's feet exactly where they needed to go. Muscle memory was a wonderful thing.

The mental memory, however, was slippery and you always took it for granted until it was gone.

As they reached the tablet in the middle of the clearing, Scribbles could feel his great-great-grandmother perk up. The sight of the polished rocks she'd called her desk for ages would always draw her out of the slightly disconnected place she spent the majority of her time these days. His own spirits brightened instantly and he grinned with anticipation.

While Tomo puttered around her desk setting up everything just so, Scribbles fluttered to the two sides of the path that came through the trees. Most of the locals knew that the famous researcher was now struggling with dementia and would treat her accordingly; but sometimes strangers would come through and laugh at "the daft old lady" who handed out coins for simple answers over and over.

As the fae put the second sign up, its block letters reading "PLEASE BE KIND", he heard himself called back. "Scribbles! Everything is ready! You need to be in place if you're to get any work done with me today!" Tomo's voice was affectionate and filled with the same eagerness that had driven her to learn everything she could when she was younger.

"Yes, Grandmother! I was just putting up the 'open' signs for our sources."

"Good boy! Hopefully we'll get someone who knows what they're talking about today. I swear, some people just are woefully ignorant. But that's alright! We can teach. Everyone likes to learn, right?"

Smiling a little bit sadly, Scribbles nodded. "Of course." He set up his parchment, inkwell, and quills and prepared for what the day might bring. "We can only hope that everyone today will learn something valuable."

As the day wore on, Tomo never lost her enthusiasm. Whether the answers were wrong or right, she learned something (again) or the dragon who gave the wrong answer was able to have a new fact to take home. Every silly little drawing, recipe, or imaginary prose Scribbles wrote down was met with a gently amused patience and joy that her grandson was so talented and creative.

Those who were in the know would quietly drop their coins back into the basket hidden in the bushes next to the tablet. Tomo was endlessly generous, because she didn't remember that she no longer was a highly-paid scholar. Everyone in the area was so proud and so fond, they would simply make sure that she would never run out of coins… for Tomo insisted on paying for correct answers. Her pride and generosity would allow nothing else.

At the end of the day, Scribbles packed up his equipment and looked at the slowly fading light in his beloved grandmother's eyes. "The sun is going down, Tomo. Time to head home. After all, brains need rest to be able to process all this information."

"Right you are! You're such a good apprentice. If you're lucky, my desk may be yours someday. But not for a long time. There's still so much left to learn." Tomo looked over the clearing one last time before Scribbles climbed up on her back. With a deep sigh that was full of contentment - and a hint of unconscious sadness - the ancient dragon let her mind slip into the twilight she'd been fighting as her body carried her home.

Scribbles looked down at the head that held the most beautiful mind he'd ever known. No matter how many times the fog took her away, he would work hard to bring her out into the light. If that meant spending every day like today, so be it.

Wiping away a tear and sitting up straighter, Scribbles smiled as Tomo started gently rambling a story from her childhood. It was one of his favorites. The little dragon pushed away any shadows from his thoughts and enjoyed the rhythm of the familiar words.

Tomorrow was another day… and there were always questions to ask and answers to give. For what was life without learning and love?

[arimwe-fr]

Uhh... hmm...

[noodlebox-bird]

yeah idk anymore guys LMAO

[sofiapagen]

My entry to the third volume of @sornieth-zines!!! I was so happy to be able to contribute to such an awesome project. I wanted to write a comic of some kind and remembered the bizarre update to Baldwin's recipes back in October of last year. So I thought: what if in Tomo's pursuit of knowledge she encountered too much knowledge?

I learned a lot about my process and how much I value working on a project alongside other people, it's incredibly motivating. Looking forward to more opportunities like that in the future!

Will post WIPs and process pics in another post.

[owleics-fr]

My full pieces for @sornieth-zines! These were such a blast to work on, huge thank you to the zine organisers for doing such a fantastic job! View the full zine here :)

[gimmethemprimals]

Hi. I am pitting bad bitches against each other.

Do the tierlist yourself here!

[surreal-duck]

Princess dorm(Rinne Hiyori Kanata) also having a girls talk about crushes please I beg you

i am a firm believer that hiyori has a bunch of those beauty sleep headbands and cutesy robes. princess dorm the world

[dire-vulture]

Ok i think Swipp's wife being tied to adventure mode was purely fan speculation, here's all the info we have about her haha

from this thread!

@blooming-grove

[coffee-dere]

Turn into cheese!!! :D

[whimsicalcotton]

tfw u gotta rescue ur situationship's situationship from freezing to death. call that polycule bonding <3

[mikanpuppy]

anya’s valentine’s day debacle

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday himari!!! :D

[badlibbing]

NPC dragons and cussing

[cloud8doesstuff]

Madoka magica fucked me up a lil ngl.

[hurbgi]

hiyori rkgk