This whole comic only exists because I really wanted to give Kim a little Initial D-style drift moment in his Kineema, because it has to be rear-wheel drive, so it should be possible to drift it, right? This weird project sent me down such a deep rabbit hole, and now I want to know everything about these vehicles: Why does it look like a horse-carriage? Why doesn't it have a steering wheel, and instead has two giant joysticks? How the hell do you even steer it? Are they supposed to work like horse reins? Does it have an airbag and seat belts? Or do the police officers just get launched out of the car and die in an accident?
Anyway, please read this with whatever eurobeat you like.
redraw of an old sketch from my notes based on those aus where harry wakes up not knowing that hes trans only he passed out in his binder and doesnt know he's supposed to take it off and as im typing this that actually could add another dimension to the harry passes out from dehydration scene so maybe that next
It’s finally done. After over 30 hours of dilly dallying I have finally completed this comic. Thank you to @ninineen for writing the most heart wrenching stories I’ve laid my eyes upon. These two old men make me crazy.
The comic is a visual adaptation of @/ninineen’s Shelter in Place series, which I joyfully read in the span of two nights and very immediately ran to my tablet to start thumbnailing. Nothing makes me happier than putting my favorite characters into *situations*. Please enjoy 🪩
I cannot be the first to think about ww x disco elysium, there should be an art or smth already
I can’t ignore what’s under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat
But I still move my feet
To slip out of this groove, I’m free
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
And maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah
There are a lot of different Harries in this community, each one is unique, so I thought it'd be fun to see them all on one canvas! Add your own version of Harry (interacting with what already exists or just standing nearby), have fun with it (doesn't have to look professional or finished either, sketch is very much welcome) and pass it to the next artist!
(p.s. if you're unsure whether someone started a thread yet look through reblogs, maybe someone already did? 👀)
A good quality version of this drawing on my gdrive
you ever get brain worms so bad about a game you have to write a poem about it. anyway
(plain text version of all 3 readings below the cut!)
harry:
tasting the ash / that coated the inside of / your lungs on my tongue is / the closest i’ll ever get to worship / i see them now, blooming brighter / than the butts of our cigarettes / i want to sink to my knees, beg forgive- / ness, beg oh god will i ever be the same / after this? i’ve been suffocating in smoke / since sweet oblivion stole the sunrise / this quiet communion will kill us still / in time, i promise; until then ruin / me with your breath, let the golden / glow of your divine innocence / decay in my lungs — i reach out / hold the fragile fluttering cage of / your life and i know, i know / how easily it'd crumple / if i just close my fist
kim:
in your absence, for all / my life, i was told to believe / “blasphemy”; but this will always be / nothing more than watching strangers / living more than me, discarding more / oh, my dear, how little faith i held in you and / me, forgive all my doubt in your hurricane- / self, when your trembling hands hold mine / unknowing, uncaring of all that has come / i realize i never could have predicted you / in the face of something far grander / my lungs long decayed, you revive / sunrises whose brilliance eclipses the / corrupted and cursed, yet still forgiving / over and over and over / faith be damned, i want to guard / whatever it is we’re building / so i promise like a hymn / i will trust you.
together:
tasting the ash in your absence, for all / that coated the inside of my life, i was told to believe / your lungs on my tongue is “blasphemy”; but this will always be / the closest i’ll ever get to worship nothing more than watching strangers / i see them now, blooming brighter living more than me, discarding more / than the butts of our cigarettes oh, my dear, how little faith i held in you and / i want to sink to my knees, beg forgive me, forgive all my doubt in your hurricane- / ness, beg oh god will i ever be the same self, when your trembling hands hold mine / after this? i’ve been suffocating in smoke unknowing, uncaring of all that has come / since sweet oblivion stole the sunrise i realize i never could have predicted you / this quiet communion will still kill us in the face of something far grander, / in time, but until then, please, ruin my lungs long decayed, you revive / me with your breath, let the golden sunrises whose brilliance eclipses the / glow of your divine innocence corrupted and cursed, yet still forgiving / decay in my lungs — i reach out over and over and over / hold the fragile fluttering cage of faith be damned, i want to guard / your life and i know, i know whatever it is we’re building / how easily it’d crumple so i promise like a hymn / if i just close my fist i will trust you.
I can't believe I finally finished an animatic. I tried to express what I felt when playing this part of the game, which was very important to me.
I have already planned my next one, but it is more difficult than this one. I'm scared hehe
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