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#i feel deranged for drawing this one
time-woods · 6 months
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he want me deaaaad man
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petricorah · 5 months
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I'm not sure if you'll accept divorced zukka song recs but I'd highly recommend listening to foolishly wrong - autoheart
ahhhh Yes!! love me some divorced zukka inspo and this is perfect?
You keep me up all night
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I see the future, but we're not in it together
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we'd end up alone in the end.
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ouch <33 [ids in alt]
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viric-dreams · 24 days
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I really don't get how everything can be going right one day, and my art's coming out better than I could've possibly expected, then a switch seems to flip and I'm back to "this looks like a 12-year-old's back of the science notebook scribbles" except without any of the joy. How is this a thing that can happen, for real.
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karamazovanon · 6 months
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your art is so amazing i cant stress this enough every time i see any of your drawings i want to rb it 763924 times and go feral
AHHH THANK YOU <333 this ask made my day so in exchange here is a super secret mitya wip that is part of a bigger thing...........
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welcometogrouchland · 2 years
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[ID: four page comic of the owl house. Page 1: Eda walks past Luz, Gus and Willow, who're sat on the floor of the owl house around a box labeled "Eda's Music". Eda notices them and peeks around the corner asking "uh, hey kid- whatcha doin?". Luz says "oh hey Eda!".
Page 2: Luz says "we were just going through all your old human music!" While holding a CD case. She continues "I've been getting nostalgic listening to some old latin pop CDs, like what my mom used to play around the house! (You have a surprising amount of merengue music btw)". Gus sheds a single tear and says "I've sampled human music before but, wow, just, wow! The technique...the inspiration...Carly Rae Jepsen is a genius". Willow looks to the side and says "and I've been listening to your old breakup mixtapes!".
Page 3: Eda looks at her blankly before saying "my what?". Willow says- "your breakup music! There's a whole box of it. I'm pretty over it now but back in the day...when Amity stopped hanging out with me...it hit me hard. I kinda had a phase of only listening to angsty breakup songs for like...a month. Maybe more. It's kinda sad in retrospect".
In the background we can see a flashback of young willow sobbing in bed while summoning vines to cover photos of her and Amity on her wall. Willow continues "things are a lot better now don't get me wrong...but I still listen to that playlist every once in a while when I need a release". Eda contemplates, then grimaces, remembering breakup with Raine (who's pictured saying "it's over, eda").
Page 4: Eda looks at Willow. She eventually says "wanna trade?" And Willow looks up. Final panel shows Luz standing in the doorway concerned as she looks at Willow and Eda. willow is kneeling in front of a casette player and headphones with a shadowy expression and Eda is in the family guy death post with a phone and headphone wire next to her. Both have annotations- Willow's says "got One of Us by ABBA" and Eda's is "got Nightshift by Lucy Dacus". Luz says "you guys good?". End ID]
*slides my Eda and Willow trade angsty breakup songs on s2A hc across the table*
#the owl house#willow park#eda clawthorne#luz noceda#gus porter#(i know he's essentially a cameo in this but he has a speaking role at least i feel justified tagging him)#raeda#not really intended as amillow? more abt the experience of taking a friendship breakup hard but lacking the language to describe it#but can be interpreted as amillow if you want#anyway. every stage of this comic kicked my ass and tbh it's not my favorite but it got me drawing again and that's good#i still think the idea is funny part of me is just like. actually we can do better lets take it from the top#which is deranged bc I've already spent like 2-ish weeks on this i am not looking at this for another second#do i think enjoying angsty breakup music is wholly in character for willow? im not sure. she doesn't like dwelling on the negative#BUT like. i think you can make the argument she'd enjoy it in private. she represses a lot of feelings she needs some kind of outlet#and this is s2A in my mind (post eclipse lake where willow and Gus want to check out more human music)#so i feel like I can justify her talking about her angsty guilty pleasure to eda#also like. bby willow is DEVASTATED in the understanding willow flashbacks. maybe older willow tries to ignore things#but for at least a few months it was probably a big struggle for her coming to terms w/ why amity stopped hanging out w/ her#anyway i don't want to look at this anymore. have at thee!#i have 2 (two) more comics thumbnailed and one of them is shorter/funnier but the other one is a hc I really like#so currently a toss up between which one gets done next#it's half past midnight and i don't wanna stay awake until 2 am again so I'll probably just leave this lurk for a bit and then sleep#i hate the way this is formatted (the images are SO SMALL ON MOBILE) but i don't want this post to be more vertical than it is
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strawberrus0da · 2 years
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This kid murdered my art block in cold blood and buried it in the middle of the woods
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pickled-flowers · 3 months
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Kicking and screaming because my art looks so weird lately 😭
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dudelynxx · 11 months
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i am trying to go to sleep but i hear the zelda item picking up noise. help
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a lover and a......not lover.
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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okay but Fernando IS kind of napoleon coded the minute I saw that I was like you are so right. is it the demonic short king energy??? what is it???
You guys are not prepared for the deranged Fernando-Napoleon web weaving post I'm inevitably going to make. Or should I say...Nandopoleon Alonsoparte.
No, because seriously there are way too many parallels and similarities, it's kind of insane. I was comparing quotes from s1e1 of Fernando, where his friends/family/himself are basically giving testimonials as to what he's like, to quotes from the personality/image section of Napoleon's wiki....theres so much that's practically verbatim. Just as people, as well as how they chose/choose to present themselves on a greater scale, I think is very similar. Their personality traits, their mindsets, their motivations, their goals and ways they go about obtaining that, all very similar imo.
But please, come and join me and @sweatyflytrap in the Nandopoleon brainrot, it's very disconcerting to me how well it fits!
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l1m30 · 1 year
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@thedailybullshit (Hopefully I did that right.)
Hello! I'm the person who sent the anonymous ask a few days ago. These could be better, but I felt bad sending you an ask and then just not posting anything. Lmao. I got a bit distracted...
Now, later in the game, I can say it got much worse. Oh... Oh no... It's time to cope by reading absurd amounts of AO3.
I also want to draw a sassy Karen looking bored and saying "Fuck." That one got a particularly strong snort out of me after I read it.
Hopefully you like them! :D
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seriouslyineedhelp · 2 months
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airlifting all my stuff straight from reddit
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dualdeixis · 2 years
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[Image description: The latter eight pages of a digital comic featuring Vanitas and Ventus. There are full descriptions of all of the pages under the cut. End image description.]
the dishes, part two of two (previous)
[Image description: The ninth page. Ventus sighs softly and follows Vanitas, finding him sitting in an armchair next to a circular wooden table, holding his knees to his chest and facing the window. The Blue Sea Salt and a Red Hot Chili hover in the air, and the Hareraiser sits in the armchair opposite Vanitas. Ventus comes and picks up the Hareraiser, which wriggles around in a panic. He sits down and strokes the Hareraiser, calming it down. He’s silent for a beat, then says, “They’re not going to hurt you over a glass. Or over anything else.” Vanitas looks over at him, his face cast in shadow and his eyes glowing, and says, “Shut it, eavesdropper.” Ventus looks down at the Hareraiser sadly and replies, “I’m not trying to. Our hearts are connected. …Even when we’re not sharing a body.”
The tenth page. The central border between the panels wavers from left to right, in a push-pull type manner. Ventus sets the Hareraiser down on the floor and says, “I don’t think... that reuniting is possible anymore. And even if it were, I don’t know if I’d want to.” Vanitas smiles as Ventus says, “It’s selfish of me. I’m sorry.” Ventus places his hands on his lap, palms up. “But… we’re our own people now.” He clenches them into fists. “We can’t change… the things that changed us.” He relaxes them. “We can’t keep chasing a past that’s gone.” He begins to lace his fingers together. “So there’s no ‘true Ventus’ anymore. It’s just us.” His fingers are fully laced. “We’re him, and he’s us. That’s all.”
The eleventh page. The panels are drawn in the shape of an X. Vanitas's glowing eye is half-lidded as he replies, “...I don’t want to be me. I don’t want to be apart. It’s too painful this way, just the dark half of the person I was before. But that’s why you don’t want me back, isn’t it? Because then you’d be in pain, too.” Ventus insists emotionally, “I do want you. I want you here, not ‘fading away’—and you already are here, with me. Not reuniting doesn’t mean we’re apart. We’ve always been connected, even after that day.” The outline of Ventus and Vanitas’s armchairs is connected into the shape of a heart by a bright pink thread, which twists around the panels. Ventus holds his left hand to his chest and says firmly, “I’m with you.” The shadow on Vanitas’s face starts to melt away, and he gazes at Ventus silently with an ambivalent expression.
The twelfth page. Ventus keeps his hand on his chest and continues solemnly, “And maybe the pain isn’t coming from the darkness. I don’t think it’s as simple as light is good, and darkness is bad. Maybe you don’t think it’s possible for me to feel true pain with a heart of light, but I can and I do. Because ‘pure light and pure darkness don’t exist,’ right?” Vanitas’s face has cleared up and he leans into his palm. Annoyed, he mutters, “Eavesdropper...” Ventus continues, “Maybe it’s just… that you went through a lot. That someone hurt you a lot.” Vanitas’s face is half cast in shadow again as he looks down with a bitter smile. Ventus finishes, “So it’s not you. It’s not something that’s wrong with you. You just were never shown a different way. You hadn’t been given a chance to see all the good things in life, just the bad things.” Vanitas looks pensive as the Blue Sea Salt alights on his knee, the Red Hot Chilis flit through the air, and the Hareraiser and Thornbite look up at him. He says, “...Like the Unversed.”
The thirteenth page. Ventus smiles gently and says, “Yeah. So let’s live. Together.” He extends his right hand. “We can share our darkness and our light with each other.” Vanitas silently clenches his fists in his lap, then rises from the armchair. He slowly walks over to Ventus, who is questioning but silent as Vanitas grabs his extended hand, lifting him from his seat. The panel border bursts into a series of stars as Vanitas pulls Ventus in for a hug. Ventus reacts with initial surprise, then hugs him back with a relieved smile. Their panel transforms into a radiating yellow circle, with a black crescent and small white star within. A red halo is drawn around Vanitas’s head, and it fades into Ventus’s green one.
The fourteenth page. Still hugging, Ventus starts, “...Hey. Do you want me to call you ‘Ventus’?” Vanitas looks surprised. He pulls away and stutters uncertainly, “N-no, that’s...” He turns his face away with closed eyes and a bead of sweat on his cheek. He says, “It’s too late, and everyone would be confused and ask annoying questions, and… It’s fine. It’s your name as much as it is mine. You can keep it.” Ventus pensively taps his chin with his finger and asks, “But ‘Vanitas’ isn’t that good either, is it?” He’s silent for a beat, then points up with a smile and suggests, “What if I gave you a nickname?” Vanitas puts his hand on his hip with a wry grin and says, “Really? This whole thing started because I said I don’t like our name being mangled, and now you’re gonna do it too?” Ventus crosses his arms with an irritated grimace and answers, “Well, it’s a stupid name from a stupid guy. Maybe it deserves a little mangling.” Vanitas scoffs and says, “Yeah, I guess.”
The fifteenth page. Ventus asks, “So, ‘Van’?” Vanitas responds flatly, “No.” Ventus asks, “...‘Vani’?” Vanitas responds, “I’ve already given up.” Ventus urges, “Aw, come on, give me a chance! Umm, ‘Nita’!” Vanitas reacts with a slightly flustered expression. He turns around and snaps, “That’s it, I’m going to go do something actually pleasant. Like stick some more glass in my hand.” Ventus protests, “Nooo!!” The color palette changes to monochrome greens in a series of panels that show Vanitas back at the dishes, putting toothpaste on a toothbrush, lying in bed to sleep, and still lying awake as the sun rises. In all of them, he is thinking of the name “Nita,” and his expression gradually changes from neutral to deeply frustrated.
The final page. The color palette is in monochrome reds. Ventus strolls into the panel and yawns, “Morning, Vanitas.” Vanitas freezes, then looks silently over his shoulder at Ventus with an embarrassed expression, holding his hands up like a raptor. Ventus stares silently at him for a beat, then tilts his head and says quizzically, “...Nita?” Vanitas becomes very embarrassed, his face once again being covered in shadow and his glowing eyes darting away. He suddenly runs off into a big ball of darkness. From offscreen, Ventus cries, “Wha—?! NO CORRIDORS OF DARKNESS IN THE HOUSE!!” End image description.]
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flowerflamestars · 1 year
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Migration Patterns snippet
Mostly asleep, but too near waking to be insensate, Elle turned her cheek into his touch, soulmark suddenly pressed to Jason’s palm.   Everything stopped. There was only this: warmth. If he let himself think it, Jason had imagined his half a little like the ocean. Too much, no matter how he tried to bottle it. Fresh water and salt water: where currents met, where color muddled, both and neither. Tidal Eleanor, ceaselessly making it make sense.   All that existed in Elle, just awake enough to reach, was no drowning depth. Just a certain light. Glowing and burning. Incandescent. New and old- not love yet, love already- spark bright interest that could not fade to embers, a thousand soft shades of safe.   Jason’s brain and Jason’s body all in one for once: a country with no borders, Elle an endless expanse of sky.   And then she rolled. Curled small enough not to fall, one arm outstretched.   Jason felt reality start to intrude before her eyes even opened. It was the cold, probably- insistent search that grasped only the cool leather of Jason’s jacket instead of a body in bed, and yanked anyway.   It was no distance to travel.   Just Elle’s grip, ferocious- just air, escaping Jason’s lungs in something so much worse than panic- Elle, on the threshold, a honey sweet dream turned caramel burnt before it cooled to snap in two, all at once- Elle woke up.   Adjusted, softened, let go to hook her fingertips in the collar of his t-shirt, expression unspeakably, unmistakably, fond for a minute before she blinked. Ran the back of her hand up his neck for half a second, and then-   Elle really woke up, drawing back.   “Shit. Sorry. Sorry. I thought”- She flung herself upright, steel-toed boots thudding not unpleasantly against Jason’s side. Elle frowned. “Where are we?”
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lavendorii · 10 months
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very happy with this composition
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Maybe it could be an anthro au slice of life askblog?, or if plot is neccesary, Anons could cause it
friend what makes you think i draw anthros (or even have designs for them. i mean hermit is 2 minutes old)
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