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guys i really fuck w anjail, this is my new thing of the week maybe of the month maybe longer!!!
go watch it, it's so gooood...

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"address me" says the elephant in the room
guys i really fuck w anjail, this is my new thing of the week maybe of the month maybe longer!!!
go watch it, it's so gooood...
Humanized fanart of the character dubiously known as “Disco” from an upcoming show called D&GFE by DelangoDraws on YouTube. It takes place in the 1970s, and it’s about the problems of a not-very-hardboiled detective, the world’s most dysfunctional brothers, imaginary friends, a not-very-cold case, a strange drug, a news anchor, and probably more soon!
all to say that this is going to be peak. Watch the first short!
Man, what happen to you?
DCC "16 Tons" animation wip:
Me when I'm walking simulator
[Description: a humanoid frog-woman in long robes comfortingly hugging a man in a leather jacket and very boxers. Text beside the pair reads: “An anarchist, a warlord, a primal. An author. Her little brother.” End description.]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65586508
Inspired by the fic “little brother” by railou.
Tags: rated Teen, gen, fandom: Dungeon Crawler Carl, relationship: Milk & Carl, canon compliant, Book 7: This Inevitable Ruin, Hurt/Comfort, the Cookbook Authors as a family
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This was one of my favorite scenes in the actual book, and seeing it from Milk’s perspective just made it hit that much harder. I love both book scenes and fics for DCC that remind the readers of how human these characters are… even if they’re not actually “human.” I encourage you all to read this fic, it’s a lovely little piece. I decided to draw the scene of the two authors meeting each other to fill the “create art for a fic in a small fandom” square of the bingo card from the @fanartfrenzy event. Hope the fandom becomes less small soon!
I don’t post here often, but I figure I’d share this with some of y’all. I took One Billion Years to make an animatic—my third one ever!—about Boone, set to a song that fits his story scarily well. I hope you enjoy watching it.
As much as anyone can enjoy watching the backstory of doom gloom and despair, that is.
i really like fallout because, unlike a lot of media that uses retrofuturism as just a cool aesthetic, fallout’s obsession with 1950s americana actually means something. it’s not just chrome fins and googie diners, it’s weaponized optimism. it’s that sickly-sweet propaganda sheen slathered over nuclear terror, where smiling mascots tell you to duck and cover while the government quietly preps for the end of the world. it’s about a country that believed so hard in its own greatness it signed its death warrant in cursive.
fallout takes that warped, post-war idealism, the “gee whiz!” charm of suburbia on lithium. and drags it through the dirt, showing us what happens after all the white picket fences melt into radioactive slag. in a world shaped by that specific brand of McCarthyist exceptionalism, the future isn’t flying cars and robot butlers, it’s a dinky holotape of your last moments before the bombs hit, looping forever. like vault 11, the one where the final recording plays after everyone’s already dead, revealing the whole “sacrifice one person every year or everyone dies” mandate was a lie. a loyalty test. a sick joke. and the vault passed, right before it failed, because paranoia and desperation had already eaten them alive.
that’s fallout. not just the end of the world, but the punchline that comes after the moral.
and honestly? that hits way harder than any sleek utopia. because fallout remembers: beneath all that pastel patriotism and canned laughter, something was always rotting.
I wish I hadn’t painted this on parchment Cardstock. It didn’t like the watercolor very much, so it came out kind of streaky and ugly. Glad I took a photo of the line art, though.
I know I did one of these before, but it was even more trash than this one, so I thought I’d do a more tattoo like design with a scolopendra centipede in the background. I think I’m going to re-do it, though, because it looks so bad.
If you decide to get a tattoo with my art, I’d appreciate a little tip. <3 If you share this off-platform, please credit me.
did you know if you are good enough at time management you can sleep 17 hours straight and not sleep at all the next night? the reviews are coming in, critics are raving: "this is not a good idea" and "please go to bed" "wow those are some eye bags, are you sick?"
Keep seeing genji drawn without his mask with barely a scratch across the face and looking 20-something ish and was like “huh that doesn’t sound right.” had fun w this, hope I did him justice!
"goddess" "matriarchy" "female wisdom" girl your civic rights
“But I didn’t and still don’t like making a cult of women’s knowledge, preening ourselves on knowing things men don’t know, women’s deep irrational wisdom, women’s instinctive knowledge of Nature, and so on. All that all too often merely reinforces the masculinist idea of women as primitive and inferior – women’s knowledge as elementary, primitive, always down below at the dark roots, while men get to cultivate and own the flowers and crops that come up into the light. But why should women keep talking baby talk while men get to grow up? Why should women feel blindly while men get to think?”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Lyrics from “Interstate Love Song” by Stone Temple Pilots. Never let me think about these two.