And that’s a wrap on another mechtober! Thanks so much for all the lovely tags and comments, y’all have been so wonderfully supportive. It’s been a good one and I’m already looking forward to next year!
(P.S. if you wanna throw me a coin, you can find my ko-fi here. no pressure or obligation, just if you feel like it)
“Say what you want about faith, but it can have powerful effects on those that have it.
It can keep you from faltering as the bullets start to slam into you. It can keep you walking as your legs are shot to bloody stumps. It can keep you laughing as your lungs are filled with shrapnel and lead. It can keep you smiling as half your face is blown away.
It can keep a man like Galahad standing tall until the guns clicked dry.”
We’ve been watching Descendants as a house recently so I’ve still got that on the brain. I guess Mal is just happy to have a Hades around who appreciates her…
Hey y’all! It’s near the end of the month and I just wanna take a second to be a complete sellout and advertise my Ko-fi while I have the most eyes on my account that I’ll probably get all year.
I’m a student with the typical student financial issues so if you feel like throwing a coin the jar it would be greatly appreciated (and absolutely in no way required. Do not feel like you have to, I know money is tight for everyone rn)
I’m also considering opening comms in November so keep an eye out for that if you’ve ever wanted me to draw something for you (or just message me whenever because I have been known to do commissions from time to time for those who ask, even when I’m not actively advertising them).
Thanks for taking the time to read, I’ll stop shaking y’all down for spare change now 🫡
Tired today bc I’ve pulled 2 all-nighters in a row for uni so this is old art. It’s my design for pre- and post-Bifrost Garm from the (presumably) defunct Bifrost Incident fancomic project I was a part of a couple of years ago.
I’m gonna go catch up on some sleep now, but I’ll be back tomorrow 🫡
“I’ve got a new friend. She’s a doctor. She gave me an interesting prescription. Let’s see if I can remember. Oh yeah: half an ounce of lead to be injected directly into the brain…”
“A shard: A girl stares out over a city of concrete blocks. Each is the same as the last, stretching out into an eternal geometric distance.
A hand on her shoulder. A man. His face is wrinkled with concern, his small eyes burning with it. Nastya does not reply to him but allows herself to be urged away.”