ōtomo no yakamochi, written on the sky; poems from the japanese, tr. kenneth rexroth • kogonada, embodiments of time • ramona ausubel, how to be a writer: the map is the territory • rebecca makkai, the great believers • the dog island. ubisoft, 2007

my lord of autism

death stranding au because ds2 trailer made me shameless and forced me to draw this idea i had in my head for months. sorry this won't make sense unless you've played the game...

what better way to test a new program than a floating head on a white background

☆´｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+✧new chances☆´｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+✧

[ko-fi] [prints&stickers] [redbubble]

Introducing to this jumbled up mess of a family: Lief! Hes actually already made his debut in a comic but he was easy to miss

Hes the stand in for Jades kid from @spjs fic Lost Opportunity which is so good ah, Jade is also their oc and I love her which is why shes here. I'm not gonna spoil anything more tho hehe

Well kind of. I have to explain the guy. I'll put it in the tags for those who wanna read the fic and figure out who Lief is standing in for lol.

Lief doesnt do much in the story up until the 3rd movies storyline, hes kind of just a fun silly guy in the background until then.

He's around the same age as Poppy, so they were in school together, he hangs out a lot with JD, but when JD isn't around he'll go bug Floyd or Branch. Floyd doesnt mind entertaining him but Branch has trouble since Lief is a massive klutz, so hes afraid he'll break something or hurt himself.

vierapril day 26--weapon

"and failing that, i'll have my trusty warrior of light box the ears of all concerned."

[ID: Various digital drawings of Jonathan Sims from TMA, all set during season four. He is a tall, thin British-Indian man with receding and unruly curly grey hair. It Is long and usually tied back half-up, half-down. His skin is covered in a variety of scars, some fresher than others, and he wears rectangular glasses. In the first drawing, he is staring with focus down at the cigarette he is lighting. In the second, he is shown in profile, wearing a noticeably oversized mustard-coloured jumper, the neck of which he holds to his mouth and nose, with a tear visible in his eye. In the third and fourth drawings, his eyes glow red as he looks down with a sardonic smile, then at the viewer with a grave expression. Beside these there is a transcript excerpt that says “ARCHIVIST: (flatly) Or perhaps you could answer some questions.” In the last, he is shown sitting against an unseen wall, seemingly asleep, with his glasses tucked into the front of his shirt, and his head propped against his hand. Amongst the drawings are a cassette tape that has the note “recording by Martin Blackwood” and little hearts surrounding it; a lit zippo lighter with a spiderweb design; a clean and disembodied human rib; and a smartphone with a cracked screen. Above the phone are a series of texts sent seemingly from Jon to Martin: “do you hat e me pleas be honest”/”iM only yipts i PORMISE MAETIN”/”i;m sor ry for inconvcebie d.Ng you :’(” Then, there is a timestamp for “today, 9:34am”, followed by more messages: “Sorry. I want to reiterate that I’m still very worried; I don’t trust that you’re safe.”/”Let me know if I can help you.” The last message is a single heart emoji, but it is showing as not delivered. End ID.]

two of them

idk what to tell u. in s4 this man simply has a certain pathetic rizz. a wet dog je ne sais quoi.

"You remember that you are a distinct being with a finite form and a mortal body."

!!SPOILERS for the ending of StP!!

Concept sketch for my interpretation of Slay the Princess’s protagonist. I like the canon vagueness of his design, but I came up with a concept I wanted to explore c:

He has 2 pairs of wings, one on his head and one on his back. The "Narrator", in trapping him, clipped his wings and disguised them as hair and a cloak. Best to not to give any reminder that flying out of the woods is even an option.

The smaller pair wrap around his head like hair, the few remaining primaries folding over each other as bangs. On the “thumb” of the wings are birds feel, decoratively chained together. Don’t be fooled into thinking that chain isn’t meant to hold, though.

The larger pair drapes limply off his shoulders like a cloak. It’s fastened by an X shape. You know the one, when people are lazy with drawing medieval clothing (myself included) we use it as a closure, a formless cross drawstring. You don’t question it when you see it. You wouldn’t suspect it’s two massive metal staples puncturing his flesh.

He can’t see his wings for what they are, so he doesn't feel through them. Not until he can manage to remember...

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(also i wrote a snippet hehe)

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The Narrator: The pain is threefold.

First comes stiffness, an ancient ache creeping in from the edge of your perception.

Awareness of this newfound sensation latches on to your mind and pulls, quickly fracturing into a sprawling map of new body parts.

It’s your hair. It hurts, in ways hair shouldn't be able to hurt. Every fiber protests against you despite being just hair mere moments ago.

The fabric of your cloak betrays you as well. You're inescapably aware of the space you now take up. New, itching, uncomfortable, ugly sensations form all down your back.

Voice of the Hero: It's like we just regained blood circulation there. We're being stabbed a thousand times over.

The Narrator: It doesn't end there. Injuries that previously gone unnoticed now make themselves known. You recall running sharp fingers through your hair. Only now can you feel the dried blood. You would've taken better care of that cloak if you'd known it was made up of you.

Voice of the Hero: But what's happening to us?

The Narrator: The web of pain maps out its shape. Two pairs of feathered wings become part of your body once again.

Voice of the Hero: 'Once again'... having wings makes sense, I suppose. But how could we have forgotten this? It seems so inescapable now.

The Narrator: But as you go to reign motor over your limbs once again, the third pain rears it’s ugly head… cold, harsh metal digs into your flesh.

It pins your limbs in their poses. A tiny set of cuffs pull small wings taught around the circumference of your head.

The closure of your "cape" is two enormous staples, staked through your flesh and clamped down hard. There's no blood here, the wound long since healed.

...Who or whatever did this to you, it was never intended to be removed.

Voice of the Hero: Maybe we should keep more vigilant in the future. If we can't trust our own body... I don't want to think about it more than we have to.

Hmm....how hard can large scale mosaic possibly be? I feel like my plans for the room I'm working on could use something really shiny and impactful and maybe I want to make a fold-down cutting table and maybe I want to do it out of mosaic, even though that will be ungodly heavy.

It's a fun idea. I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

I haven't done mosaic since a one-off high school art class but I feel like the component skills are ones I already have, sooooo....

I have been keeping to a blue and gold celestial theme for both my guest room and my art workspaces, because if and when I move those spaces are likely to be combined. Cutting table, even though it would be for a different room, falls in the same vein, so I'm thinking something with a nice dark night sky and maybe some branches or leaves...

the couple ever

original ^

Been thinking about the parallels between Goro Akechi and Kipperlily lately.

Fuck you *unmasks your ghouls*

[Part 2]

Profiles for the- at least most relevant characters for the copycat au! (minus apollo since he's the pov for this hfjgkhl)

(close up of the mugshots under the cut)

Ok, scrap it, I'm gonna talk about Wallflower duo (Fit and Philza) and no one's gonna stop me.

They're THE duo for me. Since the day one they were inseparable always being by each other side, going on adventures together, bringing kids, sharing game breaking hacks. They honestly fall for a dynamic of "the guy with paranoia is a bestie with a dude with THE most dark secrets", but they're making it work. Philza is very paranoid and always kept an eye on his eggs, especially after Slime tried to kill Chayanne in his sleep and Quackity trying to kidnap Tallulah. Yet he gave Fit access to the kids bedroom and told everything he knew to him. And Fit responded with the same amount of trust. He is a person from 2b2t and doesn't trust a soul, but he shared every bit of info he got, and shared his secret room. It's a huge step for someone from the server, where you couldn't share even a little peak of coordinates. Yet he let Phil on the secret. Throughout all the Qsmp they were together. Fit was there when eggs first disappeared, and for presidential dinner. When Phil logged back to the server, his anarchy bestie was right there to fill him in, and even when everyone got tped out if area, Fit still somehow got back and told "I'm with you, Phil". And healed him near the end of the battle. When crow father had any meetings with someone he didn't trust (Happy pills Forever), he'd ask Fit to spy on them, and vice versa. And the last bit that makes me rotate them in my head 24/7, a cage for a cage moment. Fit always hesitated to break the rules, not to lose a job. Even for morning crew he had to be persuaded to go to the nether. But once Philza asked if he knew how to make lavacasts, he didn't ask anything. They both broke the rules together. And after crow was caught and released, our bald fella keeps an eye on him. "I know you for a long time, Phil, you're not the one to hallucinate". And this bird accident from tomorrow's stream.... Man, they're the besties. Also Fit having a micro separation anxiety attack after he lost Phil out of sight for a few seconds was as funny as it was sad.

They're in this together and they know it. They've got each other's back and are confident in each other.

And just last quote I feel describes them the best is from 10/4/2023 stream.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna piss off God again (for having a golden Apple)"

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"You and I.. We walk into churches and they burn down just by our presence."

"This whole world will remember us" From Bonnie and Clyde the musical vibes ngl👀

me if I were a priest and had something in my eye

me if I were a priest and had a question