unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.

The Beast that Bothers

Heinrich - Tired AF (sketches)

the missile is very tired, he is eepy -- Not deep, just some mood sketches from Thursday night when I, too, had hit critical levels of Done. Fun fact: Heinrich is too heckin' tall for his bed. Instead he has a tendency to fall asleep in an even more uncomfortable position on an even more uncomfortable piece of furniture, usually after reading until his brain doesn't work anymore. Y'know. A logical choice. (I keep saying that his animal symbology is all lone wolf, but sometimes he reminds me that there's a lot of cat in there too - he can pretzel and he can sprawl; he can sleep just about anywhere)

He’s coming to boop you

Library!AU Heinrich - Comfort Zone There's so much comfort zone here. Me doodling the comfiest version of my comfort character doing his own comfort-seeking. It's comfort inception! I often think about Heinrich and how he'd adapt to life in Victoria on Earth when I'm out walking. It's a fun mental exercise to think about all the ways he'd solve problems of being an alien on what's technically his own home-world. Also, if you know me, you know that my favourite type of story is a fish out of water story: getting yoinked into another universe and having to learn the ways of a new world, learning how to fit in in a different planet/country/whatever, getting thrown through time and having to adapt to different ways of thinking, etc. Displacing Heinrich from Alpha Base to Earth and knocking him down from Important-and-Respected (or at least feared) to just-a-guy-with-a-bad-reputation is a concept that's like candy to me. He's used to such a different environment - one where the outdoors is straight up hazardous and if you head out without adequate protection you're just asking for trouble. He's used to being covered basically head to toe when he leaves home. Not needing to breathe through a mask is probably kind of nice, but he would not feel normal without a hood. First acquisition as soon as he got to Earth: basic black hoodie that quickly becomes his favourite article of clothing. (I love that his hair never fits in the hood, but he also refuses to cut it at all short - he's a man of quirks, and they're not always practical)

One of my favorite faeries for #throwbackthursday - a common moth infected with a fae strain of cordyceps fungus has become a mischievous creature. Perhaps they shouldn’t be touching it?

prints are available

Mistakes I mean. He doesn't win every battle. There's a third image in the set, but I'm popping it over on my @morbidmagpiemess sideblog because it's a little extra violent: it's an illustration from that time, long before the main book, when Heinrich got shot across the back, Errick had to rescue him, and he ultimately ended up hospitalized for a few months. You may see it here if you still wish!

teals n blues

An emblem for CSF Base Alpha (AKA Alpha Base), for a bit of a project that I'm working on. The project's very much a WIP, but it was my New Year's tradition where I start an art piece on the last day of December and finish the piece the next year. This is just a piece of it. I wanted the main figure to be a stylized loon. They're a Canadian symbol, and I thought it was fitting, symbolically, what with their cry being one associated with loneliness and a call to the wild. They also have stars on their backs, and in the alternate version for the project I'm doing, I turned the single red eye into one of the beacons at the top of the radio tower, calling out an SOS. The wings arcing towards space also happens to mimic the shell that the base is trapped under, although in canon you can bet they didn't think that was going to be prophetic when it was originally designed. If I can figure out what to put it on, I absolutely want to get that embroidered on something. If I were a tattoo kind of person, I'd go that route, but I'm averse to all things permanent, so thread is the way!

a quick step by step guide on what to do if you come back to your apartment and find yourself locked out because your front door is frozen shut

kick the bottom of the door for 10 minutes

text your landlord

remember your landlord is on vacation and also in her mid 50′s so it takes about 36 hours to receive a response

briefly wonder why the fuck you moved the canada

remember that college tuition is significantly cheaper here than in the united states 

look up and notice your cat is at the window, staring at you. he paws at the window lightly and meows. it’s devastating. his eyes are so big and imploring. decide that you have to get inside your apartment at all costs. not even god himself can stop you from feeding your cat his chicken wet food dinner. frida kahlo herself could descend from the heavens and ask “hey you wanna bang?” and you’d say “hell yeah but first let me open this door so i can feed my cat his dinner”

remember there is a starbucks 3 blocks down the street from you

enter. the barista gives you a weird look for entering a starbucks at 7pm on a tuesday

order a venti cup of hot water. you order in french because the barista just said “bonjour” instead of “bonjour, hi.” you have a strong american accent. you hit the r in merci a little too hard to compensate. you embarrass yourself.

exit the starbucks clutching the massive cup of hot water in your hands. it’s burning your fingers.

return. methodically pour the starbucks cup of water all over the the door frame. it begins moving a little but still wont open

back up

ensure your doc martens are properly gripping the sheet of ice covering the ground. many people have told you to stop wearing doc martens in the winter, despite your protests that theyre actually the ideal winter boot. also, you’re a lesbian and punk’s not dead

release a pterodactyl screech and sprint towards the door, slamming the full force of your pathetically tiny 5′2″ 110lb body into it

you dont know any of your neighbors so you dont care about maintaining your pride anyways

the door swings open

run up the stairs

open the actual door to your apartment and yell MOMMY’S HOME MY LITTLE BITCHASS BABY BOY DONT WORRY at your cat

cat flings his body to the ground and starts purring like he does every time you come home

write tumblr post

read something recently that said a majority of people don’t have a wall clock these days, thought it was interesting since I’ve always considered it an essential and functional piece of home decor.

Harbinger

Firestarter

// If I die in this world (But I must carry on) Who will know something of me? (Nothing worse can befall) //