⋆｡°✩ hi, my name is damien, I'm 20 years old and i use he/him !
my current fandoms are:
stardew valley, jjba, the eltingville club, hannibal, cod, creepypasta, fnaf, jjk, chainsaw man !
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i primarily post: vent/oc art, absolutely mental ramblings, spams.
if you are a person under the age of 16 you shouldn't be on my page.
i tend to have hyperfixations often so if i suddenly start relentlessly posting about one fandom and the next day a completely different one don't be surprised.
005 rapidograph test sketches + satosugu slop but make it howls moving castle and digitally colored
satoru is literally so howl you can't convince me otherwise
Leaving things to die in the mud at the creek
Pumping shotgun slugs out into the trees
You run your fingers on the wood and feel its bullet holes
It gives you something I could never give you
or ever really know
two of my oc's in a stardew valley au!! below is a blurb that inspired this drawing...
the summer air was suffocating. it was the kind that pressed against skin until clothes stuck to you and every breath felt too warm. even with the ocean close by, the breeze never seemed to reach inland.
most of pelican town still slept.
falco didn’t.
he was already halfway through his morning routine, moving through it with the precision of a dull practice perfected throughout the years. wake up. feed the animals. mend the fences. if time allowed, maybe a quick stop by the saloon later as something to break the monotony and maybe allow him to talk to something that weren't sheep. if not, it was back home, a few hours of rest, and then the same thing again tomorrow.
he had two hay-filled buckets clutched in his calloused hands when something bright cut across his vision: a sharp flash of crimson against a vivid blue…
falco startled, nearly losing his grip on the rusted handles and on the ground itself.
at the edge of the farm where the path led into the backwoods, a stranger leaned against the rocks as though he'd stumbled in here by accident. someone falco had never seen before.
long blonde locks, tied back into a loose bun. a blue cape, unmistakably marking him as a high-ranking member of the adventurers’ guild all the way from castle village. and then there were the horns.
they curved upward from his head, catching the sunlight in a way that made them impossible to ignore. this wasn’t just some traveler passing through. this wasn’t even just some person.
the man’s hand pressed tight against his side. blood soaked through cotton and leather, staining both fabric and skin. mines, falco guessed. that would explain it.
still, the stranger didn’t look particularly concerned. “hey, farmer,” he called with an easy grin that didn’t match the blood loss. “you got a first-aid kit around?” like this wasn't whatever the hell this was.
the blonde man's presence screamed uncanny. danger. yet falco couldn't keep his gaze away from the other man's, drawn into his glittering ice-blues that held knowing glint.
despite himself, falco's legs carried him closer.
aka au of my ocs having a stardew meet-cute where falco is a livestock farmer and elliot is a grade-two guild member sent to boring old pelican town. the brat expected a boring stay in a podunk town, not expecting to meet a cute farmer man…
he should have kept his stupid mouth shut during the whole story... but while i was out with a friend, we somehow started yapping about him and my friend said "well you can't hate women that much unless you're a little fruity" as a joke and it got me thinking...
naoya haunted the estate halls as though he owned them. he almost did. and soon enough, he would.
the maids shrank away as he passed, fearing his vitriol. the younger men of the kukuru unit bowed with wide, guileless smiles. the elders, however, watched him from the corners of their eyes. they were wary, as if he was a problem they had yet to solve. naoya swore to prove them wrong. he would not live in his cousin's shadow for long.
turning the corner toward the gardens, he stopped in his steps.
there. a short young man stood on his tiptoes in the hall, dusting a bookshelf.
a man?
naoya’s eyebrows rose incredulously, his eyes narrowing as he watched him work.
the man was thorough despite barely reaching the higher shelves, carefully dusting away between the heirlooms and books. he hummed softly under his breath, one hand braced against the wall to steady himself.
then naoya noticed what he was wearing.
a maid’s kimono.
this man... was a maid?
something scorching and long-suppressed bloomed in his chest as his eyes locked onto those slender, soft hands. he scowled, ignoring the faint redness creeping up at his eartips as he strode forward. the nearby maids flinched as he appeared.
“what's the meaning of this?”
his hand shot out, snatching the feather duster from the man's grasp. the young man jumped back with a gasp, wide eyes darting up to meet his.
“i- i'm-” naoya cut him off. “what are you doing?” he snapped, tone thick with disdain. “this is women’s work.” “i- i’m cleaning,” the man mumbled.
naoya let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “cleaning?” he echoed mockingly. his grip tightened around the handle until the wood creaked in protest. “boy,” he said, stepping closer and jabbing the duster into the man’s chest as he leaned down to meet his eyes, “you should be out there," he gestured to the training grouds beyond the garden shrubbery, "being a real man. not some pathetic excuse for one.”
he shoved the duster back into his hands, already turning away. he was blatantly ignoring the faint scent of sage and lavender that came off the young man's perfumed skin.
I don't know if everyone has already seen this or not, but I found it quite by chance on the Internet then I was trying to find the query "how to draw comics". And I found these sketches by Evan Dorkin deep on the Internet, especially in Telegram, I'll leave it for other people who are interested, but if someone doesn't like it, I'll delete the post lol.
(these are not all the sketches that I could find)
is it that hard not to fuck up everything
slso idk why but the lighter and flames are off beat with the audio it pisses me off so bad. It literally syncs just fine in capcut idk why it’s kinda fucked
