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Repost by OP because it lost its original place in the #Balan Wonderworld recent search tag less than two days later. An ongoing issue I’ve been having about my immediate reblogs not showing up in my dashboard, ergo not showing up on my followers, now affects a recent search by taking it back after it had showed up before, is why I’ve been migrating away from Tumblr, @staff.

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WIP me...

A submission/reblog event by @bwwfunfacts last week had me start scratching at the comic tools for Clip Studio Paint. This is my attempt to draw out what happens after my scenario from Day 5, the first two pages of maybe 5.

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June 9th at the Victorian Collective

I may be just a little addicted to my Wacom and an abundance of experimenting with Clip Studio, this project has consumed me for most the week and got me late to work once. Calendar features the Suramar Skyline from my screencaps.

I am so finally freakin happy with this.

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Drabble: rEVILation

Alucard stepped forward, a twitch in his eye to address the hatted interloper once more. “I introduce to you our master, the Avatar of the Ghostricks: Ghostrick Sugargami.” Mirage just about chimed in when the trespasser lifted his head, a gleaming monocle out from under the rim seemed to leave Alucard and Specter paralyzed on sight. But Mirage stood firm to study and confirm his idling aura from memory as he slowly picked himself up to full height.

He dusted off his long overcoat that hid a matching necktie, crimson dress shirt, slate waistcoat, and midnight slacks. His own right eyelid slid over a beastly, black, slit pupil sizing up Mirage. Finally, he breaks the silence as a smirk creeped across his face, but spoke in a language unused until now with a guttural growl, “You've grown… Last I remember you, you discovered the ‘art’ of soul-forging.”

The Ghostrick vampire raised a brow high. At last, the trespasser spoke to one of them without dismissing them…he thinks. He glanced to Mirage whose eyes were blown out and knuckles sheet white in a tight fist before she kept her fury in check. She inhaled deeply to simmer, then replied in kind, “Ten thousand years since we were silently aware of each other, and this is how you choose to make your first impression?” Her gaze was level with his despite the monster standing more than a head over her, “And to whom do I, at long last, have the honor of speaking to?” she demanded with restraint in the common language of the present company. The veiled familiarity baffled Alucard.

A throaty amused chuckle escaped between the rows of green fangs, but it brought little to relax the charged atmosphere. His spat-covered dress shoes took patient steps towards Mirage, stopping just out of arm's length. Alucard was ready to place himself in between them if he hadn't caught Mirage's subtle gesture to stand back for the moment. The intruder bowed before her, “You may call me, Black Hat.”

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A very cringe cross-over self-indulgent vent drabble I've been working on and off for a while until I find my way back into drawing again. Filled with some weird headcanons based from an old RP.

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Goodbye 2020

Less than 3 hours before midnight, and it doesn’t really feel like anything but another night (with no work tomorrow). Tonight doesn't really feel special, no shudder of anticipation, no hope looking forward, and barely feeling the accomplishment of having survived everyday of 2020.

Can’t even say in good confidence just how intact I am making it through this year. I’ve drawn nothing since February, my station was rearranged so my posture could improve and left no room to draw on paper (won’t even mention my lack of effort in attempting to draw straight from a cheap tablet with no pressure sensory). Lack of motivation to draw as I’m clinging to the job I’ve been rehired to for dear life. And I’ve been trying to end a 15-plus-year friendship because we’ve just been too toxic for each other in the last several years. They think there’s something to save, but they refuse to take fault in what’s been damning it in the first place while I know mine and the fact remains that I can’t change it without sacrificing what little I’m able to do to care for my well-being that’s been sorely needed it for the past decade!

I still remember New Year’s Eve 2019. My resolution, my first real actual resolution, was self-care; to eradicate personal stressors and reprioritize what should be necessary for me. And not even blaming the plague, I’ve failed, miserably, coming out of 2020 in pieces just jerry-rigged together in a piss attempt to resemble a functioning being and still here out of sheer spite.

Happy New Year, everyone.

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@soft-for-the-baddies we still gush over our F/Os, right?

Forcing myself to a stopping point for work tomorrow where I suffer for 7 hours away from my Wacom.

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A Sense of Relief maybe? So after blocking my ex-friend from my email so I can stop reading their justification as to why we should remain friends without them even taking a lick of fault for damning it, they’ve removed and blocked me from the sites we can still frequent (subeta, Flight Rising, etc.) Not really complaining, except for a lack of outlet to finally feel a sense of freedom and relief.

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A panel of something I’m working on in between things. I’m maybe just a little too proud of how it came out.