#drifting thru art

[driftingthruspace]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST SPECIAL PRINCE IN ALL THE WORLD !!!!

[velvetblackjack]

I finally watched Barbie movie and this meme has been stuck in my head since the trailer got dropped

[leitmotif]

i love you art fight

[driftingthruspace]

useless flit /derogatory

says me, also a useless flit

[driftingthruspace]

i had to draw this okay

oneshot under the cut! (or just use this link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53901337)

It was a boring day at the cinema as always. Perpetually sticky carpet, a lack of customers, ghostly presences... But what didn't make it boring for Oliver Swift was the man standing nervously in front of him, Randy.  Well, less like standing and more like he was pressed against a wall where Oliver had cornered him.

"O-Oliver...? Why did you take me to the employees-only room?" Randy asked, starting to take notice of the anxious beat of his heart. What if he was misinterpreting the situation!? ..What if he wasn't?

As if Oliver's heavy breathing didn't make it apparent enough.

Something washed over him, and he suddenly tilted his head up and pressed it against Randy's. He let out a squeak from the shock of it all. But it was over all too quickly as Oliver pulled away as he looked down, refusing to meet the other's optical sensors. A small "Sorry," Oliver mumbled out in a hurry, hands returning to fidget with the rings on his fingers. He was starting to regret bringing him here, his friend. And... kissing him. Phone-God, he loved the way their buttons clicked eachother, but this was going to complicate their relationshi-

"A-Again?" Randy asked, now becoming painfully aware of how hot his phone head was becoming. Heck, that was the most stupid question he's ever asked, of course he won't. He had no reason to! He was probably going to leave him here, and never talk to him ever again, and, and-

Oliver looked up and placed a hand on the side of Randy's head, before diving in for another kiss with a sudden boost of confidence. Randy melted into the touch, getting pulled closer until their bodies were flush against eachother. A bandaged and heated hand went behind Oljver's head to try and push them even closer than they already were, savoring the contact. How they fit together like a puzzle piece, despite the hard plastic and wildly different models of their phones.

A bolt of shame shot through Randy when he realized he was moaning into the kiss, soft sounds coming from his speakers. But Oliver didn't pull away. In fact, he tilted his head for a new angle, letting out a pleasured grunt of his own. Randy was in absolute heaven, and rightfully so. What once was a small dream was now reality. And he wanted more.

The two men parted for a breather. Randy felt his clothes sticking to the sweat of his back against the wall. His legs were now pressed together, which only served to turn Oliver on further.

"I need you..." he whispered, starting to unbutton Randy's shirt as he swallowed. He was so malleable, so obedient and good. And Oliver *loved* it, breathing him in like Randy smelled as sweet as his personality.

Hopefully Mr. Dickens wouldn't walk in here.

@empties-sweethearts psst over here

How.... how do phones kiss?

...i’m sure it involves some degree of smooshing plastic together and perhaps moaning.

[shelovesosa]

ALT. KAISEN

TOJI F.

Small Drabble: your hood boyfriend takes you on a “date” and his opps slide on you guys

A/n: what am I doing….AND CREDITS TO THE ARTIST IDK WHO TO @ I found the art on Pinterest

“You brought me to McDonald’s dressed like this?” you say, staring at Toji like he personally disrespected your ancestors.

He looks unbothered. Actually, he looks proud—sitting in a booth under flickering fluorescent lights, gold chain glinting, biting into a double cheeseburger like he’s in a Michelin-star restaurant.

“Damn right,” he says through a mouthful. “Golden arches, baby. Real luxury.”

You blink. “Toji. I skipped brunch for this.”

He wipes his mouth with a napkin that’s already 80% grease and shrugs. “You got nuggets though.”

“THIS ISN’T EVEN CHICK-FIL-A!” you snap. “You got me in a Fashion Nova dress sitting across from a soda fountain that’s outta Sprite. And the bathroom got no mirror. Do you even respect me?”

He pauses. Then:

“…You got barbecue sauce though.”

Before you can launch the sweet-and-sour packet directly at his face, a busted Corolla pulls up sideways outside like it just got kicked outta Fast & Furious: South Side Drift.

Toji’s eyes narrow. You don’t even get the chance to roll yours before—

POP! POP! POP!

“OH MY GOD.”

“You got OPPs at McDonald’s?!”

“You think I PICKED this location for ambience?” Toji shouts, flipping the tray like a riot shield and tackling you into the booth. “They been following me since the Wendy’s on 32nd!”

You scream as ketchup packets explode across your legs. A whole milkshake flies across the air and lands smack on the cashier’s head like a war crime.

“TOJI!! I’M WEARING A BODYCON DRESS!!”

“And you look GOOD bleeding honey mustard,” he growls, pulling his Glock from under his napkin dispenser.

You don’t even have time to question that because now Toji is firing over the counter, and the ice cream machine behind him explodes like it owed someone money.

“GET DOWN!” he yells.

You’re already crawling behind the fryer, clutching a Happy Meal box for emotional support.

“WHO SHOOTS UP A MCDONALD’S?!” you shriek.

“IT’S CALLED STREET BEEF, BABY!” he shouts back. “This the combo meal of WAR!”

A bullet ricochets off the drive-thru headset. Some poor employee’s screaming in the back about how it’s his first day.

Toji, with fries in his hair and sauce on his lip, shoots out the window, hits a tire, and the Corolla swerves, crashes into the menu board. It’s silent for half a second.

Then he struts over, grabs your wrist, pulls you out of the fryer trench like this is D-Day.

“You okay?” he pants.

You stare at him. His shirt’s ripped, eyebrow split, and he’s still chewing a damn fry.

“I'm never going out in public with you again.”

“Cool. Next time, Uber Eats.”

[johnbleepingzoidberg]

(tumblr said fuck you and blurred them all to hell so pls click for better quality)

making transformers fusions inspired by steven universe like it's 2015

bonesaw: drift + ratchet + wheeljack

constellation: starscream + optimus prime

prosecutor: knock out + breakdown

descriptions/backstory/blabbing/progress pics under the cut!

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1st is named Bonesaw: drift + ratchet + wheeljack; they transform into some sort of medical/ambulance helicopter, using their sword blades (cuz we're using idw drift and tfp wheeljack here) as propellors. a very strong fusion, but they can't stay fused very long because i feel as though ratchet wouldn't like being fused, and they'd all argue a bit too much

2nd is Constellation: optimus prime + starscream; this is the one that started it all because ive been on a bit of a starop kick and had this whole animatic playing in my mind of Constellation taunting megatron like garnet does jasper in Stronger Than You LOL. they transform into a space shuttle and the name comes from, yk, STARscream and Orion. if this is thru the lens of starop, theyre fairly compatible, until starscream's impulsiveness and optimus' patience/humility causes them to split

3rd is Prosecutor, pronounced like "PROSE", emphasis on the "rose": knock out + breakdown. not 100% set on the name but his design felt flowery/rose-esque esp since im gonna go with a dusty pink/lavender so i wanted something elegant/floral and yet tough LOL. not 100% sure about his alt mode yet, im thinking like a hummer or a jeep or something???? idk. something Fashionable yet tough. theyre probably constantly fused. like, theyre so close/attached at the hip they fuse without even realizing it until someones like "oh, hey, prosecutor"

ANYWAY this was just a fun little art exercise more than anything, again inspired by the fact Stronger Than You was on a starop playlist i was listening to and thought itd be really funny if megatron was taunted by both his exes for being single LMAOOO

some wips/other scribbles:

[velnna]

The more I learn about your comic... The more I fall in love with it. Especially your bugs! Like can you explain more about them? I'm really curious about them (from the full bugs to the hybrids and anything else that comes to mind).

Anyway your art is wonderful and I adore seeing it on my dash. And you can info-dump too. If you want ofc.

Thank you!

The worldbuilding is a work in progress (as it always is, but the first chunk of the comic itself is pretty self-contained so we've been slowly tinkering at the rest of the world and creatures as we go without affecting it much), so we mostly have loose rules and ideas for the bugs as a species. Or anything in between for that matter.

For all intended purposes, bug people are all the same species and can usually cross-breed within mechanical constraints, as well as mix with the elves we threw into the mix. Genetics? Don't know her. We operate on Sims logic here.

A full bug has roughly a human lifespan, with some variation depending on the type of bug it's closer to and some type-specific quirks. The one we've explorer the most, as it pertains to Ashton and the latest batch out of the oven, is the ability that some types might have to undergo metamorphosis, usually at the expense of lifespan. This is Ashton btw

And this is Ashton pre-metamorphosis:

Something like this isn't super common tho! So despite me drawing a bunch of butterfly or moth people they generally don't get to that point and stay looking more like funky lizards with many arms

Bugs can have many arms or legs or eyes, funky colours, exoskeletal bits, antennae, or look pretty close to your average human/elf with hidden bug features. Dahlia for instance is a vaguely spidery bug but can easily hide a bunch of her eyes and secretes venom thru hidden glandes so you could mistake her for an elf

Meanwhile it'd be very hard to mistake someone like this guy for anything other than a horned bug

If u catch my drift.

Some bugs are small! Some are huge. Some are out there committing atrocities

Some dont look like bugs at all

They're generally not as physically strong as the average elf but more resilient in a cockroach kinda way. They can have a chaotic range of circulatory systems and internal organs that sometimes just make them really hard to kill and its also pretty hard to keep track of every variation of the species and their quirks.

That being said in a lot of places they're super common and coexist with elves just fine, mix up and it's also not super uncommon to have half breeds like our man Staeve (the ThUG edition). The closer you get to elf the longer you live and less "non human" traits you have. There's also a bunch of different types of regular ass elf and it all falls under the elf category unless we decide to name them something else down the line.

Then you've got a smaller category of super elves that have been isolated for so long they never blended with anything else, are more attuned to magic and in general have a sort of mythical status amongst everyone else. They also have the longest lifespan at around 250 ish years.

That's sort of the TL;DR for now! Ollie and I have started to put all the info we've got into a single repository and do want to start sharing it (probably as patreon posts for now) because comics are slow and the scope might not encompass that much of what we want to explore of this world. And the chaotic idea machine never stops

Here's a metamorphosis meme for ya

[driftingthruspace]

plops this olandy food here, scuttles away

IT IS FINALLY DONE you're welcome :)

read the tags before reading!

@empties-sweethearts get over here

not a huge fan of the background but i didn’t know what else to add😭 i don’t even know what to write here haha funny nokia man play snake

inspired by THIS instagram post!

the back of olivers head actually looks like this hahaha this was my reference

[y0ureviltwin]

Just found your blog and your drachet art is SO GOOD,,,,I wanna grab ur drift and ratchet and just shake them and cook them at 350 for 20 minutes!!!!

For some reason, I don't see notifications when I get asks so sorry if this reply is late!

Thank you so much! I powered through MTMTE and LL in like a week and those thru reached into my chest, yanked my heart out, and took it hostage. I still don't have enough for the ransom.....

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Unspoken Melody p.23

Hi guys, here's a new part of the story, if you've missed part 22 here it is :) If you want to read more of my stories, here's my masterlist.

Two drivers, one unforgettable concert, and a chance encounter with a pop sensation that leaves Oscar questioning everything he thought about music—and maybe even himself.

The party had finally started to die down. The lights were dimmer now, the music quieter, and the once-packed rooftop was nearly empty. People had trickled out over the last hour, their designer heels in hand and jackets slung over tired shoulders.

You stood just outside the venue, wrapped in your coat, your clutch tucked under one arm. The cool night air hit your face and brought a shiver down your spine. You reached for your phone, opening a ride app and hovering over the “Request Taxi” button.

Just as you were about to tap, headlights swept over the pavement, followed by the low, familiar purr of an engine. A car pulled up beside you—sleek, familiar, and unmistakably his.

The window rolled down, and there he was, in the driver’s seat, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

“Do you need a ride?,” Oscar said, raising his brows like this was just another normal day.

You blinked, surprised. “What are you still doing here?”

He shrugged casually, as if he didn’t just completely throw you off balance. “What can I say? I’m your personal chauffeur at this point.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, but the warmth blooming in your chest was impossible to ignore.

“You really don’t have to—” you started, but he interrupted.

“I want to,” he said simply, already unlocking the door.

You hesitated for only a second before walking over and getting into the passenger seat. The familiar scent of cologne and leather filled the car, calming you in a way you hadn’t expected.

You buckled your seatbelt and turned toward him. “Well… thank you. Again.”

Oscar glanced at you with a quiet smile. “Anytime.”

You were about to say something else—something slightly more serious, maybe even real—when your stomach let out a loud, unmistakable growl.

You froze, eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

Oscar’s eyes flicked to you, amused. “Was that… you?”

“I haven’t eaten since noon,” you admitted, blushing. “I didn’t really have time between interviews and hair and makeup and Vogue…”

He laughed under his breath and shook his head. Without another word, he turned the car around, heading in the opposite direction.

You frowned, glancing out the window. “Where are we going?”

“To get you some food.”

You gawked at him. “Oscar, you don’t have to—”

“I do.” He said, throwing you a sideways look. “I think I know I place.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were pulling up to a 24-hour drive-thru, both of you laughing as you tried to decide what to get. Oscar insisted you needed fries and a burger, and you argued that a milkshake was non-negotiable.

Eventually, you ended up with bags of food on your laps, parked in a quiet corner of a nearly empty lot. The city glowed in the distance, but inside the car it was just the two of you, lit by the soft dashboard light.

You bit into your burger and moaned dramatically. “This is better than any five-star catering I’ve had all year.”

Oscar smirked, sipping his drink. “Told you. Midnight drive-thru is a sacred experience.”

Between bites of food and swigs of soda, the conversation drifted into easy laughter. You told him about the time you fell off a stage during rehearsal once and tried to pretend it was “performance art.” He told you how he once got stuck in a racing simulator during a PR event and had to be helped out by three engineers and a very amused Lando which made you laugh.

OSCAR'S POV

Oscar watched you as you laughed—really laughed—your head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkled in that way they only did when you weren’t trying to be anyone but yourself. The golden city light danced across your skin through the windshield, soft and flickering, and he found himself unable to look away.

You were still holding a half-eaten fry, but you hadn’t taken a bite in minutes. You were too caught up in telling a story. He’d barely heard the end of the story because, honestly, he was too distracted by how beautiful you looked mid-laughter.

Not stage-beautiful. Not makeup-team-perfect. Just... you. Hair falling slightly out of place, voice still raspy from the night, ketchup near the corner of your mouth from the last bite of your burger.

And before he even registered what he was doing, Oscar leaned in slightly and reached out, thumb brushing against the corner of your lips.

“You had something,” he murmured, quietly, gently.

You stilled instantly.

Your eyes met his, wide and uncertain, and his breath caught.

The world seemed to pause. The soft hum of the engine, the quiet of the empty lot, the warmth lingering between you—it all disappeared for a second. It was just you and him, leaning in ever so slightly, gravity pulling you toward each other like something inevitable.

He could feel the heat of your breath now. He wasn’t sure who was moving first—maybe both of you, maybe neither—but the space between you was disappearing fast, your gaze flicking to his mouth for just a second—

And then his phone rang.

Loud. Obnoxious. Shattering the moment in a single second.

Oscar flinched and let out a breathy laugh, pulling back as he fumbled for his phone in the cupholder.

“Seriously?” he muttered under his breath, glancing at the screen.

You let out a soft laugh too, awkward but breathless, pulling back slightly and tucking your hair behind your ear.

He silenced the call without answering, but the spell was broken now.

Still, as he looked over at you—cheeks flushed, lips parted, avoiding his eyes—he couldn’t help but smile.

YOUR POV

The car ride back to the hotel was quiet.

Not uncomfortable quiet—just different. The kind of silence that wasn’t really silence at all, not with your thoughts spinning the way they were. You leaned your head against the window, watching the blurred city lights race past, but your mind was stuck in that one moment.

Oscar’s hand, gently brushing the corner of your mouth.

The way his eyes had looked into yours—warm and steady and a little hesitant.

The way you had both leaned in, the air charged between you, and how your heart had been pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

And then the phone. Of course.

You sighed, not loud enough for him to hear.

What even was that? Was it a moment? A mistake? A glitch in the fake-dating matrix? It didn’t feel fake. Not to you. And definitely not when he looked at you like that—like he wasn’t just acting.

You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye. He was focused on the road, hands relaxed on the wheel, brow furrowed just slightly. Maybe he was overthinking too. 

The thought made you smile, even as your nerves twisted into a knot.

Before you knew it, you were pulling up to the hotel. Oscar stopped in front of the entrance, the soft hum of the engine lingering in the background as you unbuckled your seatbelt and hesitated.

You didn’t want to leave. Not really.

You turned to him, hand on the door handle, but heart pounding. “Thanks for tonight,” you said softly, offering a smile that felt a little shakier than usual.

His eyes met yours. “Anytime,” he said, just as soft. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… tired.”

He nodded back, but the quiet between you grew again—familiar, full of something unspoken.

And then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned over the center console, just a little closer than you usually would, and kissed him on the cheek.

It was light. Barely more than a brush. But deliberate.

Oscar froze.

You pulled back quickly, cheeks warm, trying not to smile too much as you opened the car door.

“Goodnight, Oscar,” you said, voice gentle but steady.

He blinked at you, stunned—but then you caught it: the soft pink climbing up his cheeks, the way his lips parted like he was about to say something but couldn’t.

The last thing you saw as you closed the door was him sitting there, blushing.

And yeah, maybe you were overthinking—but maybe, just maybe, you weren’t the only one.

Next Part

@justaf1girl, @bm571158, @raweceekk

[vforvalensa]

*taps on your doorframe* Tabletop trick or treat?

Treat and im gonna go weird on this one.

A game that's been sitting in my drive thru rpg wishlist for months now is Albedo: The Role Playing Game

The 80s rpg adaptation of the seminal early underground furry comic, Albedo Anthropomorphics. The early furry scene is super interesting to me as an early/pre internet, non ip focused fandom that produced a lot of interesting art.

I really wanna read this and see what was going on with the the intersection between the furry, ttrpg, and indie comic communities in the 80s considering those 3 have kinda drift apart. I also think high genre furry game could be a really rich space and I think I could learn a lot for making my own weirdo furry game

[driftingthruspace]

hehe

she Stabby on my and till i Shooty

AWWWAAA I LOB THEM I LOVE I— ♡

wooowwoow ANOTHER CHAPTER ?!?!?! OUT!!?!?!?! RIGHT NOW!!??!!!!!! (smut warning)

[shinygolden-antlers]

welcome to my silly hyperfixation crossover extravaganza of epic:the musical and alan becker’s stick figures.

currently scripting the entire list of 40 epic songs into an ava/m animatic. so pls be patient, it’s a lot of work. scroll down to my other posts to see the character designs and stuff.. i’m a bit of a perfectionist so some of them might be redrawn in the future but ANIMATIC first!!

here’s some random facts about me because i’m bored:

> i draw with a 8 year old wacom tablet. this badass baby is my goddamn pride and joy. been thru some tough shit fr.

> you may call me gold, no relation to king orange’s son. i actually like the colour green. but shiny green antlers don’t really sound great. i mostly thought of golden antlers because of that one glass animals song that i love. also they’re majestic. deer i mean.

> my fav character is purple, the stick figure. he’s awesome, totally relatable because ha. my dad went to get milk and i now have daddy issues and people pleasing tendencies. but if you asked me on a deeper level, it’ll be phi (φ) because animation vs geometry is my favourite ep out of everything.

> i’m a self taught artist.. kinda? i did go to art school and got thru two years of it only to flunk the last one because i hated sitting in an office and doing 3D animation. i ended up eating Subway a lot and playing mobile games. then i went to another art school and didn’t even make it thru the first year because of my ex. lol. so now im drifting thru life and trying to find a meaning of it. if you guys meet up with Life, pls slap them for me.

> i listen to a lot of different music genres. but, rn it’s just me listening to epic’s soundtrack on loop because im animating in my head. but when im not doing that im listening to electro swing, phonk, rock (im a sucker for twenty one pilots), hardstyle and euphoric music. just don’t give me r&b.. not my jam. i love avenza tho. BIG AVENZA FAN.

> i actually got into alan’s animations way back when avm was first released so IM AN OG. *confetti* but! i didn’t catch up till last year so nahhh.. am i gonna lose that OG badge? this hyperfixation has gotten so bad, i’m torturing myself with this animatic. but hey i’ll do it for you guys.

anyway, if you have any questions about epic or alan becker or even just randomness, just ask. i’m kinda doing my own thing. see yall around.

[raggedytiger]

Where did you go? We miss you!!!

hello everynyan... I MISS YOU TOO!! i'm sorry for the inactivity guys!

in general i'm the worst for replying to things so i'm really sorry if you have an ask or message that's being left behind. i stress abt it lol 😭 while i have drifted away from tadc a bit, the main reason is my own brain.. i got a little overwhelmed (with love!) and i have lots to think about with my final project at college. i find it hard to hop back in after disappearing without a trace!! i've been doing some walten files stuff over on my regular art blog but i havent been making a whole lot of fanart due to the general stress and buzz of LIFE!!!

rest easy knowing penny and agatha have not left my heart, though. they live there. it's april now and they're really enjoying the cool sun. agatha has opened the lovely tall south-facing window to let the breeze in, penny is watching the birds. they've put on a belle & sebastian album, and 'mayfly' is spinning softly under the needle.

i still have a vague plot for them post-circus where they figure out the mystery of it all, willingly or not, and its psychologically troubling for them. i think of them as my little ocs now and i like to play around with them as characters outside of tadc canon too! more tadc stuff ive been thinking abt though has been redesigns. i have always wanted to play with it because as much as it's a well put-together pilot made by talented people, some details irk me and i reaaally want to switch them up, particularly with jax and some atmosphere/worldbuilding... i love the odd mix of characters way too much not to mess around with them a little.

i will try and dig thru some asks soon! you are some truly lovely people on here and i hope you dont mind the hiatus too much! mutuals i miss you <3

[loverboyfang]

pookie i want to know about the boarding school au…..

im embarassed how much i thought about this and how long this is. bye forever.

we go to an international school together. zaynes parents work with doctors without borders but my parents sent me away to live with other family because i was getting into a lot of trouble back home and they thought it'd be a good opportunity for me to learn so i could inherit the family business. (i do not wish to be landlord. it never happens).

it's a super bougie 3-12 school but i think i probably transfer in 4th grade. we are complete opposites but we end up in the same place all the time. zayne is extremely studious and enrolled in several curricular (in my mind calligraphy and chess) and he spends almost all of his time studying. like. not even an exaggeration.

he is a top student and always places consistently and im kind of a bum. i think as kids im probably more into the arts but i usually place last in everything except like. english and lit. he thinks im stupid for a long time until he catches me in the library reading comics and im very articulate. wants to not think about it but hates that i dont apply myself when im smart <- all of this happens in the 7th grade.

we become friends and i pester him in the library. all of the 7th thru ninth which is junior secondary. its mostly just me reading while he studies. we go back and forth about how he thinks im wasting my potential and im mostly sarcastic and deflective until we're closer to highschool.

his workload increases like ten fold as soon as we get to like. 10th grade because he needs to study for the gaokao among other things. its clear at that point i probably won't go to college and this kind of upsets him. we gradually drift apart. i think i probably take a general course and he takes something more specialized. he really tries to get me to go to college but i tell him im probably going to become a makeup artist / pursue cosmetology

closer to the end of 12th grade we see each other frequently. zayne has studied so extensively that he feels comfortable relaxing. i usually sneak into his dorm. we spend summers together but it's pretty much as friends and me accompanying him when he studies / forcing him to take breaks. sometimes he just sits and watches me play games when his brain cant continue.

i think im in love with zayne from 8th grade onwards. i think zayne probably falls later and only realizes it like . well into his first few years at college. we lose touch after graduation and then reconnect again i think right when he's entering his residency and decides to go to a free haircut thing hosted by a comsetology school. i cut his hair for him and we reconnect. i think he asks me out first and im like ! and e get together from there.

this is so long. im so embarassed thank you for coming to my ted talk. lord almighty