blurred nerd

ive been drawing the people in my zoom calls lately.

last but not least, my favorite:

Pickman and Chantilly Scathe refs I did for my secret samol (tho i changed em up a lil)

Judith of Prehevil

unfortunately no eclipse photography can ever outdo the waffle house one from 2017

i don't even know who took this pic. the only person who claims to know the photographer was this person who uploaded it to reddit without naming them. it just adds to the mystery of it

Made more fimsh / guys + 1 ouppy

That feeling when you

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Ough

garak at stsf :))

Inktober 2021: Part (3/5)

Illustrating Howl’s Moving Castle (1986) by Diana Wynne Jones

Finally got to use my trout cookie cutter. Seasons greetings, my good dudes. 🙌

I am so into these, you have no idea dude

Belos stop making DIY clones challenge

Finally it is DONE!!! Annoying to work on after awhile, but glad to have it off my needles. It was filthy dirty brown water I have no idea why it was but that was gross.

unfortunately i will be thinking about this moby dick cabinet for the foreseeable future

From “Cats in the Sun”, Greek Islands, published 1994 by Hans Silvester

merry christmas. this has nothing to do with christmas.

this is an old ff7 comic that i made a few years ago for a zine that didn't pan out. if you're wondering why the quality of the art dips after page 1, it's because i planned to completely redraw this comic, but decided i should be working on my vn instead. i hope you enjoy.

ok kinda love her even more….

counter/weight music is gonna be the death of me, it’s this perpetual melancholy and occasional, timid happiness that’s slowly washed out by rigour’s motif.

aria and jacqui make a song about june and explosions, and both the songs that play while they’re talking are delicate blues piano. the blues motifs are only in the songs about aria, so the actual flourishes and syncopation feel really. precious? they’re little bursts of expression and emphasis, and even from someone like aria, on rigour’s scale, they’re blips. a song about june and explosions, and there’s so much it’s pushing against that it can only sound bittersweet.

cassander timaeus berenice ends abruptly, not at the peak of the song but right after, where there’s a moment where the piano and rigour’s screech are reduced to the most quiet, simple version of themselves. there’s this graphic novel about the space dog laika— her capsule overheats at the end, and she envisions herself drifting into the sun. it’s this slightly too-long, lonely wait for something awful, a climb towards heat and exhaustion and fear, and the ending isn’t an explosion, it’s just. when a light has been flickering and it stops. there’s a pause, and then you realize it’s not coming back on.

did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop