#Suffering in Success

[sabrondabrainrot]

🌦️Dark Sun and 🔅Servant Sun

I tried my hand at designing Servant Sun and Dark Sun.

I'm getting more caught up on the lore!! Click underneath for art closeups and more Lore rants and AU idea! Plus, I have sketches and a comic WIP I've been working on.

😉

There will be rambly spoilers to where I am in the Lore.

For Dark Sun I was inspired a lot by the thumbnails, they give him red eyes a lot in the thumbnails and I like the smarmy red eyed look of the guy. Tried to capture his 'regal-holier then thou' attitude in his design. He's still Sun though, so I used OG Sun's palette (my first Sun design!) to reflect the fact they have the same beginnings. I don't trust anything he says but I know something has totally happened to his Moon (I'm really banking on the idea he ATE him/ ATE his intelligence chip) so he carries his Moon's bell and he also repurposed the star pattern of Moon to parade it around as like a symbol his Moon is at his heal. I don't know if I like his final look but I think it's because I gave him dramatically darker shading vs the other Suns.

Servant Sun! Here's my take on him. He's been suffering for over 10000+ years under Lord Eclipse abuse. We saw how he was being punished just because Lore Eclipse was bored! I feel really bad for this Sun, it was hard to draw a design for him. I think despite his servant title Lord Eclipse just keeps him around not only to keep himself sane but also a trophy/slave to show off to Moon and the others in the afterlife. I had this like monologue for SSun basically, "The sound of bells long ago stopped ringing for the daycare attendant turned servant but Lord Eclipse still can hear the sound of metallic chimes when the neurotic servant cleans thanks to his fanciful additions." (aka the chime of chains) He's also got an apron that's falling apart and SSun used random old fabric to patch it up (it wasn't random it was his old clothes). I was really inspired by Meagancandraw's design of Servant Sun!

Here's my AU sketches. I'm planning to clean these up and maybe color them? This is basically just the AU idea that I think Sun is going to somehow get reborn but be a being reborn from star power and negative star power? I don't know if it's possible? He becomes a mix of the two in my AU. I know some current spoilers and basically I know he may be immune to negative star energy? He can also hold Star Power uniquely and it 'taste good to him'. I will never let go of the fact he told Moon it taste nice like dried watermelon. His untrained magical outburst was also compared to be as powerful as Golden Freddy's. There's big theory he's going to die or be sacrificed but I have this idea what if he's essentially remade? idk just rambly thoughts. So yeah, he has a cool new look to go with his magical transformation.

BTW he is very sad cause he can't be near his family in this AU my brain cooked up. He's basically radiation incarnate now <3 His eyes are cracked because they're intensely pouring out Star/Negative Star power. Just a constant pull and push of power circulating in him.

this is the comic idea I have currently. I don't have a ton of motivation so any encouragement to finish this comic idea would be super appreciated! I'm not a comic-type artist so this is out of my comfort zone (I've made a few comics but usually they are pretty janky)

ON TO THE RAMBLES - spoilers BEWARE:

NEW MOON MY BOY PLS YOU ARE HIDING STUFF FROM YOUR FAMILY. BOY NO. HE IS GONNA USE RUIN TO BRING BACK SOLAR?

Blood Moon just took Ruin. Also Dark Sun repaired Ruin after Molten took him to die in the dead dimension?? BOY??? Also, Dark Sun did something to Eclipse??? Bro is plotting. I wish I could get a read on Dark Sun but I don't even know how much of the truth he's been sharing thus far. He has no reason to tell anyone the truth and so far he hasn't hurt anyone just stole a bunch of data from Moon and built a bunker to escape total dimension collapse...He's just a big wild card for me.

Then there's New Moon, He's just actually going crazy after meeting Old Moon. Sun can tell something is wrong with his brother!!! I hope he can help him but spoilers tells me otherwise. The family is trying! Earth heard out Eclipse and Eclipse is getting Earth proof that Moon is currently cray-cray. Lunar is kind of hanging near Sun and Earth because the creator is now actively trying to kidnap him. So much spicy drama.

I don't pay attention much to the Freddy side of the plot but he's also dying?? bro??? What about Francine? The missing mom/wife? Poor Francine's suffering, she needs her mom and dad! I like that Puppet is hanging around her grandchild more it is very sweet. Foxy also got his 'bestfriend' Puppet a house/condo. hmm-Mmmhmm. Definitely no romantic tensions there. Definitely not.

(side bar, I don't ship Kidscove but I do ship the Foxy and Puppet do they have a ship name? Also no hate to Kidscove I just think Foxy treats Sun like a kid a lot. I like the gooseworld Kidscove. Sun laid eggs, so wholesome.)

Lunar is just waiting for news on his trial and I am in suspense hoo boy...Then the stuff with FC being put in a new body and Frank is not happy about it. I def can tell there's big lead up to the astral bodies making a big move I just wonder what the move will be. I feel like now Lunar and FC are going to end up being more intwined then they might think.

Also I love Dazzle!!! AAAGH! She and Jack are so cute! I loved the ep Sun took Dazzle and Lunar to the store that was so sweet. Can't wait to see more of them! They're such a cute dynamic! I like seeing Lunar put his best foot forward to help Dazzle too.

I can tell Moon is slowly distancing himself from the others but it's like this odd thing where he's no longer obsessed with Solar being back per sei...but he's obsessed over how HE has to be the one to bring Solar back in his way because HE promised and he wants to be better then Old Moon and yeah...he's got a very warped perspective I feel like? But Molten and Ruin BOTH pointed out Moon is being possessed by something so I think he's definitely sick? Or something is keeping him from seeing the error of his way.

Rambles over :)

I do plan to draw Solar and Eclipse and Lord Eclipse next but I'm stuck on what I want to do for Solar's design :P I might make a poll in the future!

[spicymancer]

It's hard out there for a tomboy

[santanartista]

"I am a victim of my own success." - Conquest

[hazelnootnut]

Achievement - Snack Break Give Loop something to eat. (... Despite Loop's expression right now, you think they really appreciated the snack.)

Not me wanting to do a funny little continuity comic with a conversation only for me to end up doing 17 panels. I gotta come up with shorter comics or something.

To avoid making this any longer than it has to be, I will say that if Siffrin continues to bring the pain au chocolat to Loop, Loop will accept it with a quiet thanks. Siffrin responds the same here but with a warm smile.

[kimtaegis]

Destination: your heart Estimated Time of Arrival: whenever you need him ➤ for @jung-koook ♡

[growth-opportunities]

We all know Stacy's mom has got it goin' on, but what about Stacy after her second puberty?

It had been weeks now and Stacy still hadn't gotten used to her new size. Her body was still learning that she could no longer sleep on her back and so, as her alarm blared, she did her best to reach out for the snooze button. Every movement, every flail of her arm sent ripples and wobbles through the enormous tits that say heavy on her chest, pinning her in place beneath them. By the time she finally managed to turn off the alarm, she was sweating, heart pounding, chest heaving. The few minutes that the snooze button earned her would pass in frustration and exhaustion but not a wink of sleep. As she caught her breath, she tried to roll onto her side, rocking back and forth to build up enough momentum. She had gotten pretty good at it by now and, as she tried not to let herself get distracted by the massive mounds on her chest, she finally was able to swing her breasts over and-

FWUMP!

The warmth of the bed and the covers was quickly replaced by the cold of the floor beneath Stacy, no longer under her tits bust resting on top of them. Her focus had been on getting out from beneath her breasts, which meant she wasn't thinking about how close the edge of the bed was. Her tits found the edge, though, and dragged her right over it, gravity winning out the floor rising up to meet her. She groaned, flailing her legs in frustration, burying her face in her own cleavage and letting out a scream. Above her head, once more just out of reach, her alarm started again.

Her life wasn't supposed to turn out this way. Her body wasn't supposed to turn out this way. She was just frustrated, that's all. Boys she thought had crushes on her, boys she invited over to her place, turned out to just be interested in her mom. And, if she was honest with herself, Stacy couldn't blame them. Her mother really did have it going on. She had a flawless hourglass figure, breasts big enough to dwarf her head and wide, womanly hips to match. Curiosity got the better of her once when doing the laundry, but knowing that her mother was a 34K did nothing to quell her anger. And puberty had left Stacy a perfectly good body! Her friends were jealous of her! F-cups and a nice ass to go with them. Half the school, guys and girls, ought to have been drooling over her! But she just couldn't compare to her mother's enormous figure and that left her overlooked.

After calming down and buckling in from her morning frustration, Stacy managed to rise up to her feet, nearly losing her balance. Her tank top, mercilessly stretched by her gargantuan bust, had ended up flossed between her tits, one of them bursting out. She adjusted, slipping it back in, though she didn't know why. A deep sigh rattled out of her as she lifted one of her few remaining bras out of her dresser, the cup taking up almost the entire drawer. As she turned it over in her hands, her eyes caught a small tear forming near the front of the band, where the two cups came together. It was a small tear, not even half an inch, but experience had taught her that small tears like that had ways of turning into big tears with a single jump or jostle. She groaned, making a mental note to order a new one before slipping it on anyway. It might be on its last legs, but it was all she had.

From everything she had read online, it was only supposed to give her a little boost. Most women were happy if they managed to get three cup sizes out of the medley of supplements and lotions and that was all Stacy was really looking for. While it would be nice to beat her mother, she just wanted to be able to compete! She was excited at the first cup size she gained. Elated at the second. Content at the third. Concerned at the fourth. Anxious at the fifth. Worried enough at the sixth to finally talk to a doctor. A bevy of tests and three more cup sizes later, she at least had something of an answer. The best guess of the team of doctors that oversaw her case was that her second puberty was either latent or dormant and the cocktail of treatments she had given herself was enough to jump start the process. Having a reason why she was changing so much and so rapidly was reassuring, but less reassuring was the fact that they couldn't tell her when it would stop. Or, for that matter, if it would stop.

The sheer size of her breasts had turned going down the stairs into an athletic challenge. Not only did her breasts bounce every time she dropped down to the next step, nearly brushing against her chin, but they blocked out a huge portion of her view. It came down to grace and balance, keeping herself upright so that she didn't go tumbling downward. The narrow walls on either side of the staircase gave her pause but, at least for now, there was an inch or two of clearance on either side so she wasn't at risk of getting stuck. Yet. She begged her mother to make sure the stairs were clear for her; if there were something sitting on a step, she wouldn't know it was there until she stepped on it and that would almost definitely mean a long, bumpy, bouncy ride down to the bottom. She'd be lucky if her shirt remained intact.

Stacy struggled to adapt to her breasts. Clothing was a constant hassle, buying a new wardrobe only to outgrow it a week later. Her friends' playful teasing turned into faux jealousy which, eventually, turned into real jealousy. Julia, one of her oldest friends, refused to speak to her. She didn't think there was any actual cheating going on, but hearing her boyfriend moan Stacy's name was enough to blame the growing woman for the failing relationship. Even baggy, oversized sweatshirts couldn't hide her gargantuan bust, pulling them tight and a bit of tit spilling out underneath. Just walking down the sidewalk made a scene, people gawking and whispering and, occasionally, outright yelling at her for being obscene. She avoided the produce section at the grocery store entirely, worried that just holding a cucumber would be enough to send some pearl-clutching religious bit into conniptions. The worst part is that they weren't entirely wrong, as their sensitivity had increased almost in proportion to her size. It wasn't uncommon for her to greet the dawn, sweaty and exhausted, still kneading her tits, having lost count of the orgasms around 2am.

As Stacy made her way towards the front door, already bracing herself to go through it at an angle to keep her breast from getting stuck, something in the laundry room caught her eye. She squeezed inside and there, on top of a pile of laundry, was her mother's bra. Her lips broke into a smirk, her first positive expression of the day, as she read the tag: still 34K. Stacy glanced over her shoulder, making sure her mother wasn't anywhere nearby before pressing the bra up to one of her tits. She bit her lip, shuddering as she realized that just one of the cups wasn't quite big enough to cover her areola and the entire bra, band and all, wouldn't reach around one of her tits, let alone both. She set the bra back in its spot and made her way outside, a new spring in her step and a smile on her lips.

For a fleeting moment, Stacy felt that, maybe, all the struggles were worth it.

[kensatou]

[somethinginthepines]

Little Hero

[naboosands]

Every now and then Master Fisto *accidentally* lands on the Vogue Coruscant cover and the rest of the Council lose their minds

Bonus:

[hawkesque]

incoherent thoughts about severance .... there's something in the way the show is showing that, even if you are a higher-up in an abusive system, the system will harm you. helena being repressed and insulted by her father. milchick and natalie dealing with kier blackface. whatever is going on with cobel and that damn tube. not that it's "just as bad" for them as it is for innies (equivalencies are tricky and i dont wanna play oppression olympics here), but interesting to note how the system doesn't work flawlessly, not even for the people it benefits

[bitethedevil]

Why can’t Raphael fly if he has wings?

“It’s not necessary when he can teleport”/“He just can’t”/“The developers didn’t find it necessary to implement”

❌ Wrong. Boring. Silly. Stupid.

“Between his phat ass and humongolagongeus balls he can’t get off the ground and it keeps him earthbound”

✅ Correct.

[wazzappp]

Toxic grandma yuri ftw

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk is such a capricious dude, oh my god. The only dude you know who is always itching for a fight but only ever a specific kind of fight so he goes out of his way to take the path of least resistance for everything else.

Like he would rather leave than fight Don krieg, Sail away than decimate the marines, live in peace instead of challenging the other emperors for the one piece. And when they do he’d rather follow buggy’s idea of just being smarter about how they go about it instead of brute forcing it like the rest. He is constantly leaving fights but then a swordsman of mild repute and an interesting technique engages him in a battle and suddenly you have his whole attention. Like with vista it was obvious that he could have just cleared him like he did everyone else but he’d never seen the flower sword techinque and by god was he going to miss this chance. And so he engages him in what is essentially a spare.

Because Mans isn’t looking for a fight, instead, like a middle aged director of a short indie film, he’s chasing a feeling.

He wants to feel like his 19 year old self did when he was strong but there were people stronger. When there were still obstacles to overcome limits to exceed. When the world was large and exciting and he wasn’t just waiting for it to catch up with him. When he could look at Shanks as the person he is instead of the person he could have been.

He wants to look at Shanks and not see visions of a grinning red haired boy with 2 arms and a strawhat laughing in the dirt and asking for “just one more round Hawky I swear I’ll beat you this time”

But there is nowhere Mihawk can run that that boy won’t haunt him.

[blorbocedes]

the absolute laugh that max definitely has performance clause in his contract that he can't enact cause he keeps singlehandedly out driving the car 😭😭😭

[hinamie]

took 3 tries but i think i am finally free of korra plagiarism in yuuji's water tribe design

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[aqwult]

i have iron proficiency