I make a webcomic called Bad Seeds - a psychological horror comic with gore themes, viewer discretion advised. I've recently returned from a long hiatus and schedule updates for Thursdays.
#korvo draws is my art tag and most of my #ocs have their own tags. Feel free to send messages about whatever!
Where else am I?
Most Saturdays around 8:30pm est, I do a casual stream with my vtuber on Youtube. I stream a variety of different games and don't always use my vtuber, at the point where I wanna redraw/rig a new one.
Other blogs ā lintprince for art and inspo, kowvo for active shitposting and reblogging
Bored at work lazy doodle of the boys from @badseedscomic since itās been on my mind recently. Itās really good and you should go read it if you like horror and toxic weird relationships <3
doodle dump of some Stardew Valley Expanded shenanigans from the streams @mostly-okay-budgie-boy and I have been doing =w= we're on a haunted farm called Bloodfeather Farm
if you wanna watch us yap, hear me thirst over Victor, and see Budge get harassed by his beautiful macaw Morgan, you should follow Budge on Twitch to catch the next farming stream >3>
permit me to bitch and moan on my own blog but there is a bad seed page i am specifically going to blame for my months long art block delaying updates and here's a sneak peak of the culprit
i did a consultation for a brain scan this morning and I'm opting into getting a copy of the data/images for myself but while discussing anonymisation of the data, the doc was like 'btw we are in the age of AI and we'll do everything to make it anonymised for our own repository but just know that if you share these yourself someone could take the outline of your face and potentially use AI to re-identify you'
anyways follow me for some tastefully cropped brain scan photos ill be showing just enough of my wrinkles to tease
They offer him their room card with a puzzled smile, which Jude takes and squints at as she speaks. Dakota Burnett.
āLast week?ā Jude asks, flipping the card around in his hand. It looked like any other guest card butā¦ Just woke up here? That canāt be right. āWe didnāt dock anywhere last week.ā
āDoes this justā¦ happen? The teleporting?ā Jude didnāt get the sense that she was lying about anything, even though what they were saying was unusual. Overall, Dakota just seemedā¦ normal. And confused. But calm. They seemed to just accept whatever happened and adjust as needed. It was an attitude Jude could respect, especially while locked in a confined space with them for an indeterminate amount of time. He pondered her statement, glancing down at the small one-inch gap at the bottom of the door.
āI mean, teleporting isnāt really a thing as far as I know,ā Jude responds, leaning down towards the gap. Heād have to maneuver himself around to be able to see out of it, and at Dakotaās request, he wiggles his long limbs around to do so. āThereās been a lot of really weird things happening on this ship though that I canāt explain. Youāve only been here a week, but itās been four months of bullshit for me, to be honest.ā Jude pauses with a huff, body twisted uncomfortably.
āAnd I can deal with bullshit, thatās just what you sign up for working night security. The bullshit on this ship is just a whole breed of its own. Oh, the nameās Jude by the way.ā It wasnāt the most flattering of introductions, twisted in a heap trying to peer out of the gap stuck in a locked closet, but maybe heād come out of this situation with a new confidante on this ship.
Cheek pressed to the cool floor, Jude couldnāt see much. A long, empty hallway. He tried to conjure the ship layout in his mind to figure out where they could possibly be.
āI canāt really see much, honestly,ā Jude says, neck aching as he glanced through the gap. There was a long hallway. Other doors. No people in sight. āI canāt even tell what part of the ship this is-ā
The heavy THUD of a footstep makes Jude cut himself off. He feels the vibrations where his cheek connects with the floor. More follow, slow and dragging. THUD. THUD. THUD.
Judeās muscles were protesting his current position but he strained to see, trying to identify where the approaching sound was coming from. Something was wrong. The floor was shaking with each step. Even Artemās footfalls are ballerina-like compared to this. There was something inhuman about it.
The slow, heavy steps continue as Judeās neck canāt take the position anymore and he sits back up. He looks to Dakota, concern knitting his brows together.
āI couldnāt see anything butā¦ā The light overhead shook with another THUD. āI think somethingās out there.ā
