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Call back to this (if you'd like a pride wormhole for a wallpaper and access to other Warped theme wallpapers you can check out my Patreon! Also included is BTS, early access to pages!)

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The Mission Briefing is going well, I'd say.

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Happy May the Four-.....teenth... fuck

Based on this

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You wouldn't have been able to tell, but Mark was seven years younger in this photo. (short story under the cut)

Cici giggled madly as she shook the Polaroid photo. Collecting old gadgets was a fond hobby of hers. Ever since Mark had fixed up the old Polaroid camera and hoarded what was probably the last supply of Polaroid film left on earth for her, she couldn't stop taking pictures. And her favorite was to get candid pictures of her husband. 

He rubbed his eyes angrily after getting a face full of flash and grumbled under his breath. Cici rolled her eyes. 

“It's a dungeon in here, Mark! Have you tried turning on some light?” She reached for the switch and flicked it but nothing happened. 

“The bulbs went out some time ago, I haven't gotten around to changing them,” Mark said, squinting at the monitor’s in front of him and jotting things down on a piece of paper by their light. 

“That's why the building has a maintenance man. I know you're an engineer but you don't have to fix everything by yourself,” Cici said, stepping into the room more. His office at the I.C.A.R.U.S. building was small, barely enough room for his desk and yet he managed to squeeze a full sized whiteboard in there. Dozens of equations, notes, and doodles covered it. At the bottom in bright red was written “ANNIVERSARY!! DON'T FORGET!” 

He had forgotten. That's why she had showed up to his office, dressed casually, to see if he had remembered their dinner plans. 

Cici walked over to him and plopped the picture onto his desk off to the side. She slid behind him and tried to squeeze his shoulders. They were nearly hard as rocks, and her small hands had a hard time gripping on his thick shoulders. She settled for wrapping her arms around him until her head sat on his shoulder. She planted a kiss on his cheek, but she might as well have kissed a wall for all the acknowledgement he gave it. 

“You need to relax, all this stress is aging you,” she said quietly. 

“Hm.” He replied while finishing up an equation. He huffed in frustration, scribbling the answer and then squeezed the bridge of his nose. It was then he noticed Cici. “I'm sorry, what?” He looked at her shocked to find her wrapped around him. She could see his ears turning red in the light of the monitor and a rush of happiness flooded her heart. 

Getting his head out of his work was often a futile experience, but once he did take notice, it pleased her to see him as bashful as the day they met 6 years ago. 

“I said, you need to relax more,” she softened her tone as she unwrapped herself a bit so she could see his face better. “I'm worried about you,” 

Mark shook the puppy dog look off his face and scoffed. It was hollow and sinister, and in Cici’s opinion had no right to have come from his throat. 

“Heh, yeah. I'll relax when this damn ship finishes Her maiden voyage. Or I die.” He shrugged her off as he dove back into his work. “Whichever comes first,” he muttered. 

That happiness she had felt a moment ago quickly turned red with anger and she snatched the photo off his desk, hoping he'd notice her foul mood change. He hadn't. He never did. Not until she said something.

And she prepared to say something, but this time, all the fight left her at once as she opened her mouth.

No. She didn't want to have this argument again.

 Every “What happened to the man I married?” was met with “I'm still me, I'm just busy!”.

Every “You used to be so attentive” was met with “That was before we had to save the world!”. 

Every concern of “What if this doesn't work? What if we die anyways? And we end up having spent the last of our lives apart, distant, and alone,” was met with “Don’t you believe in me?” 

She did believe in him. But she also believed in the deep gut feeling that something terribly wrong was going to happen. Her grandmother had taught her to believe in that feeling despite what science would say. But Mark spent his whole life running away from such superstitions. 

Cici felt a deep exhaustion settle in her bones. “Do you need me to do anything?” She said flatly.

Mark held up a finger and quickly turned to a box next to him, pulling out a file filled with scrap pieces of paper. “I need you to go over these preliminary schematics I have for the cryo room, make sure everything will fit. It'll be snug, but I want to make sure my calculations match up to your cryo pods specifications,” 

Cici sighed and took the folder from him. “Sure,” she turned to go without another word. At the door she looked back over her shoulder at Mark and wondered what Willard was up to tonight.

Maybe she’d invite him over for dinner.

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I updated the cover I had made for my comic (which is live! with semi regular updates) and I'm so proud of all the progress I've made~ Anyways, I made this into a wallpaper for my Patreons if you're interested, (you can also join for free to get semi regular updates about stuff and pet pics) OG under the cut

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Wormholes can be dangerous things if you don't know what your doing, or have the proper equipment.

I wanted to remake this poster for my AU, especially in the style of The Traveler's Guide. I loved the effects of the 1980's Hitchhiker's Guide show when they showed the entries for the guide. That's been the biggest inspiration for the Traveler's Guide, if it wasn't already obvious lol. I've decided to add Nantucket Narwhal as a the mascot of The Traveler's Guide, almost like a Clippy kind of character the user would be able to interact with. I don't know why I can imagine his voice sounding a lot like The Stipendium, and if I ever was able to get an entry voiced that's who'd I ask to do it lol (but I am far too shy and far to insecure right now to even think of that as a possibility lol) I think I'll be redoing the previous entries I've made to include Nantucket once I've caught up on the other projects x.x If your interested and checking out the comic you can do so HERE The OG:

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Fun fact! I have EVERY piece of art, doodle, sketch that I've done since 6th grade! Here's a few... The first picture with all the different animals and what I think was supposed to be Megan Fox, was drawn in circa 2008. The comic was around that time as well, I remember drawing it in math class! The fox with wings was when I was in 7th grade soo.... 2003/2004 ish? One of my favorite things back then was to slap dragon wings on everything lol.

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Captineer in a nutshell Original Idea came from RebelxCaptain ship meme which was based on this tweet.

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You ever forget you have trauma around people not waking up? ANYWAYS The Edge of Sleep is now streaming on Amazon Prime!

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For the last 10 years I've been battling depression and anxiety, and within the last 4 it has been getting easier. But it still seems to linger and occasionally I struggle. But each time is easier. The past few weeks my anxiety took to evolving it's physical symptoms and it freaked me out a lot. I had to force myself to take a break from my comic and posting just as I was feeling like I was gaining my stride, and that I think is the most frustrating part. I'm doing better now. I'm surrounded by very supportive and loving people, and I know the next time this happens it will get easier. It does get easier. Hang in there.

(tumblr sensor just to be safe, full version here)

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International Colony And Relocation Utopian Ships, or I.C.A.R.U.S., was the name of the project and fleet of the world's best efforts to save humanity from a dying planet. A union between military intelligence, the world's space programs, and the super corporation K.I.T Solutions. And yet with all this might, scrapping and reusing every bit of resource they could, only 12 ships managed to be completed, each with the capacity to carry around 500,000 cryo'd passengers plus crew. But a young intern by the name of Mark came in with a plan for a 13th ship. One that would use a Warp Core to open a wormhole to it's destination instead of a Warp Drive that barely traveled at the speed of light. The math was plain as the writing on the wall, this was the only real chance humanity had, while the others were just false senses of hope. And so the Invincible was charged to carry 100,000 of Earth's best and brightest with a crew hand picked by Mark, all at the top of their fields (even if one was his ex wife). All he needed was a Captain... The Suits had some ideas...

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This is one of those doodles that started as a little doodle that I progressively added more to as I anxiously waited for my jury summons to update x.x I love exploring their dynamic through memes. They're quick, easy and fun to do lol (OG under the cut)

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Be intimidated, nerd!

I saw this reel and thought it was a great way to practice @/Morebird's method of shading lol. You can find the tutorial I used here! :3

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Listen, she's trying her best but her impulses get the better of her. ref under the cut

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For context you're going to want to watch this video. And if that doesn't answer any questions check out this one. Anyways, Pinely's little brother is the next  Martin Scorsese.

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Saw this meme floating around and it immediately made me think of Heist!Liska and Heist!Mark. Babbling below the cut

Heist!Liska, for background reasons, is more or less mute and signs occasionally to Mark. A good majority of the time he can just understand her facial expressions. I have a soft spot for the quiet/talkative comedy duo trope <3

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I FOUND THE CLIP MASK TOOL IN CSP I AM UNSTOPPABLE

I was trying to do some pose studies and little lighting practice <3