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[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

Hey, so I'm not gonna answer this question with your username out, because I don't want you getting dogpiled.

But I feel the need to address this because it comes up now and then.

First of all: Thank you for liking my comic and wanting it to come faster! I'm psyched to hear that you like it that much.

And while I fully understand the feeling of "why can't the thing I want just HAPPEN", this is... unfortunately... not a very kind thing to send to an artist. Or a writer. Or any creator.

Not the way it's worded, anyway.

So, let's discuss:

Why can't the comic be weekly again?

Well, if you can understand why THIS is irrational:

Then you can understand why the comic can't be weekly just because you REALLY REALLY want it to be.

Resources like money and time aren't just something that drops into my hands. I'm an adult. I work. I have a life outside of this. I have a dog! I get up at 6am to walk her. I drive to work an hour each way. I try to help my spouse out around the house.

And I daresay, even though I once posted weekly, the quality and length of my comics has gone up quite a bit and it now requires twice the amount of time to make them without burning out.

Look, to make it 100% clear, when I'm pushing the comics to be two weeks apart, this is NOT what is happening:

This magical contraption does not exist. It's not effortless, it's not immediate.

It takes me the full two weeks, if not more, to create these comics.

Yes, they're spaced out quite far apart, but that's how far apart they gotta be in order for me to be able to bring them to you.

And yes, I know the comic is already made. But I am making them at a pace of two per month on Patreon, and just because I post them faster doesn't mean I'll make them faster!

Basically your options are:

Regular updates that are two weeks apart

Semi-regular updates that are sometimes less than two weeks apart, but with multiple month-long hiatuses between them.

I've chosen regular updates. For me AND for you guys.

And man, there are MANY better ways to tell an artist or a creator you love "hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!".

For example:

"Hey, I can't wait to see more of your content!"

You can also try:

"I look forward to every update!"

and

"Every time you put out a new comic, I'm eager to read what comes next!"

It'll go a long way, I promise!

[miska-draws-shit]

just finished so long, and thanks for all the fish. yeah

[xillionart]

El Clasico again, but youth team edition!! I want Lavi to be the good big brother to Bunny (& Sae), so imagine how mad he'd be if he discovers Luna is the culprit of bunnysae's tragedy 😭

(Also now that bnse is sailing can I pray for some lvln food as well cough)

[weevile-mantis]

Not spoilers for now,, just messing around w colour pallettes

Every dark world having a different colour pallete my beloved ♥️

[lordtonic]

pristinneeee

[mythals-whore]

Day 3: The Calling*

(you thought you were so safe from me, but you forgot i was evil)

*venture under the cut at your own risk.

(divider from THIS post, thank you @flowersforthemachines)

"Something wrong?"

Cyri bites at the inside of her cheek and gingerly places the dish on the drying rack. She dries her hands, taking a long moment to herself before she turns to him determinedly, "I have something to show you."

Davrin blinks.

"Alright," he says slowly, reaching for her discarded towel to dry his own hands.

He follows to her desk where Cyri is sliding a key into the hole of her top left desk drawer. The lock clicks and Davrin's frown deepens—he'd never had any reason to check, but he hadn't realized she bothered locking it. Out of the drawer comes a sheaf of papers and a long, thin leather-bound book. She sets these things on her desk with finality before looking at him.

Davrin takes the silent invitation, dread settling heavy in his stomach for a reason he can't quite pinpoint. It's something about her wary eyes, the way her fingers press into the desk until her knuckles turn white.

He searches her impassive face for any hint of what awaits him. When he finally starts rifling through her things, it takes him less than a dozen words to understand. Davrin closes his eyes, breath turning stale in his lungs.

"Dorian's had this research for a long time." she explains, "After Elgar'nan, he and Mae worked to improve it." Davrin can tell from the set of her jaw and the way she seems determined not to look at him she already knows his answer. "It's not a longterm solution, but it's safe. It would give us more time to—"

"Cyri."

She stares determinedly at the research laid out before him, but he catches the wobble in her lip.

"Why not?" she demands, and when she finally looks up, her eyes are burning. "Tell me why you won't even try—"

"It's blood magic, Cyri."

"So?" she demands, and he gapes at her. "Use mine." the plea enters her voice then. Her lip wobbles again, so she presses them together. "I—" her voice breaks with his heart. "Please, don't."

"I don't have a choice, sweetheart," he reaches for her, an attempt to soften the blow. She steps out of his reach and all of the broken pieces of him press into his stomach.

"You do." she insists, "You do have a choice and your choice is to leave."

Frustration and love war within him, but finally he says, "It's not a long-term solution. You said it yourself."

"But it would give us more time."

"Cyri I—" Davrin breaks off with a sigh, running a hand over his face. He reaches for her hands, and this time she doesn't deny him. His hands close over hers, and he sits back into her chair, pulls her until she's standing between his legs. He stares at their entwined hands, thumbs running over her skin. "The song it's…" Roaring in his ears, pressing against his skull. "I'm not sleeping. My head it—I can't think." the first hot tear hits their entwined hands. He doesn't look up, "I've seen what happens to Wardens when they wait too long. They get weak, angry. I can't…I don't want you to see that."

Davrin looks up, to a clenched jaw and silent tears. A muscle in her jaw flicks. It seems difficult for her to meet his eyes as she croaks, "When?"

[milf-abbacchio]

Worst Cruise Ever aka Go For Broke X Joy Ride

[widdleguy]

I made something

Art inspired by Dan Mora

[kaontic]

/ Somethin’ my boss said the other day—

Boss: I could listen to Optimus Prime’s voice for hours.

Me, a little giddy all of a sudden: Oh, I get that.

Boss: He could tell me to sit down and I would just—

Me:

/ God, I love my boss.

[barrosluco]

Madoka!!

[runningatypufullspeed]

BRIGHT ASS COLORS GIRL WATCH OUT

Been like almost 6 months since I’ve been roosting here on this lovely website and I STILL have no clue how to use it

[physalian]

IMO, at least as an autistic 26-year-old, the hardest part of job interviews for me (assuming I even get that far in this market) is pretending to give a fuck about the mission of the company.

“Why do you want to work here?” I don’t, I just want money.

“What about our company inspires you?” Nothing, you’re all frauds cutting corners and being cheapskates just like everyone else, but you pay well and you're not too far of a drive.

“What do you bring to our team?” Somebody who gets shit done fast and accurately. Could not care less about being part of your silly useless ‘team’ and water-cooler talk. I get the shit done that they're all too busy gossping to bother with, and someone, somewhere, should appreciate that for once.

“Which of our company values speaks to you?” Those values are as substantial as smoke on the ground level and you, hiring lady, are blissfully insulated from the shit you shovel onto the people below you.

‘Cause while I can make up fluffy nonsense, I am a truly awful liar when it comes to faking enthusiasm and unfortunately can see right through all the smoke and mirrors. I have only ever gotten two of the hundreds of jobs I’ve applied for over the years immediately, because I actually wanted them: A pet store, and a different position in my company to escape the bitchy clique I was trapped in, where I was already an employee and not some stranger off the street.

Take a second to ignore the job market, ignore the cripplingly low pay, ignore the rising uselessness of bachelor degrees, ignore all the shitty benefits and complications of just showing up in an office environment socializing the way you’re supposed to.

I wish I could shake my neurodivergent bullshit detector. I wish. But in this country you have to smile while you shovel it and weep graciously for your two-penny paycheck, and I am not a good enough actor to pull that off just to get through the door. Starting my first day pretending to be something I’m not to appease my corporate overlords is an experience so repulsive that it’s near single-handedly keeping me in my current, shitty, stable, underpaid position.

Meanwhile the jobs I do want are being gutted by the government. So there is that reality, too.

And god forbid I tell them I'm autistic, my frank rbf is a pre-installed bonus feature, not a bug. I'm not your yes man, I'm the court fool brave enough to call you an idiot to your face before you make a dumbass decision.

[secretly-a-catamount]

This is a friendly reminder that Malcolm Fade was the one who taught Julian Blackthorn how to tie a necktie.

[kyuyua]

I still love the fact that the entire Ironstrange community decided that Stephen fell in love with Tony after viewing 14000605 possible timelines bc he watched him die for everyone on Titan, watched him sacrifice himself for people he just met and essentially for the entire universe, watched him fall over and over and over again just to stand up and keep fighting because he had to. He’s seen every decision Tony could ever make, has seen every sacrifice-play he’s made, every victory and defeat, and decided ‘this one.’

Like, Stephen’s seen this man at his worst and at his best, probably knows him better than anyone else ever could, and he fell so in love with him. I will go down with this ship.

[stantwinscodependency]

you know how there's that scene in journal 3 where Fiddleford makes Ford take a break and go to a carnival?

What if I said carny!Stan AU. Consider: a guy with Stan's skillset would do great with a traveling carnival.

I have no plot or thoughts I just think Stan deserves to run that stupid rubber duck fishing game.