#Various Projects

[sharpmemorial]

[turndecassette2]

[girlwiththegreenhat]

team fortress 2 finally getting rid of the bots after 5 years

work on the team fortress 2 comic continuing after 7+ years

half life 3 development looking more likely than ever with legitimate code, file, and voicework leaks referencing a new non-VR single-player game from valve featuring a HEV suit wearing protagonist and Xen creatures and concepts

shoutout to the valve fan that found the genie lamp. you a real one

[smovs]

Barret turnarounds! would call em WIPs but these are as done as they're gonna get. partly made to nail down his design for future projects, partly just cause i fuckin love makin shit spin

[zondearts]

Never forget peak

[ohitslen]

Average university experience

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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next

[sandflakedraws]

I know it might be an odd question but do you have any art of hickory crying or like angry? I’ve seen the one were he’s chasing those other trolls but don’t have another m?

oh.

anon,

buddy,

the more i like a character,

the more likely i am to have a backlog of Them Goin Thru It.

[dataframe]

truth serum tea surprise ^_^

id in alt & under cut!

[ID: A three page comic featuring the peak lords from Scum Villain, all afflicted by a truth serum.

Page one: Shang Qinghua is in the midst of rambling and waving his hand around, "It's not my fault you're all fictional, except that it is & I hate everything. My life is a whole lot of nothing." all while thinking "WTF, Mu Qingfang's so chill?" In the next panel, they are seen to be noting something down with a nonchalant "I see." In the third panel, Shang Qinghua leans forward from the medical bed and jokes, "I'm pretty weird, huh Shibiao?" to which Mu Qingfang glances behind themself and says, "Not particularly. Even I forget the world is not my own experiment—" before cutting themself off. A small panel cut into their dialogue box has arrows pointing at them, a chibi version with a large sweat drop, indicating they did not mean to say that. In the fifth panel, Shang Qinghua also sweats and comments "Mu-yishi's so scary," which turns into a giant arrow that strikes Mu Qingfang on the head while they attempt to clear their throat and distract from their prior comment.

Page two: Mu Qingfang leans into Shang Qinghua conspiratorially, holding their notes up close as they admit, "In any case, we aren't the only ones disillusioned." Shang Qinghua gives a confused smile, following Mu Qingfang's thought bubbles with the other peak lords. It begins with Shen Qingqiu, who indignantly insists "I may as well be dead, for all the difference it makes." from behind his fan. Then, Yue Qingyuan (as hosted by Xuan Su) muses "Mu Qingfang must know 'this one' is not who you seek, hm?" In response, Shang Qinghua nervously laughs "How ominous, Zhangmen…" while Mu Qingfang replies simply "Indeed."

Page three: Wei Qingwei grins as he considers a question off-screen, "Hmmm… I suppose I've never felt alive? So who knows!" It then shifts over to chibi versions of Wei Qingwei and Mu Qingfang, who looks up at him pitifully. Wei Qingwei holds his hands up and insists "Ahhh, I'm okay! Really! Don't be upset Qingfang-tongzhi…" Then, it shows Qi Qingqi, who folds her arms and sighs, "I only wish we could cultivate past sleeping—I am so done with feeling as though I'm sleep-walking." The thought bubble ends, revealing Shang Qinghua with his hands steepled as he anxiously mutters, "My children are really messed up. Did I do this? No…" Mu Qingfang suddenly looks to him bewildered, bringing their notes up as they question "Your what." END ID.]

[project-sekai-facts]

According to 4koma #232, Kohane has the ability to purr.

[astragatwo]

Paula should be entitled to financial compensation for dealing with this guy

[slitherbop]

My 2024 Art Summary, Thanks for viewing!

[canisalbus]

Oh, speaking of Vasco & Machete's voices, I always imagined machete as having either a very high and delicate voice or an uncharacteristically grave, low and regal voice, similar to how Jeremy Irons voices Scar in the original lion king. I personally like the grave voice idea much more, i find it at the same time a curve ball and somehow fitting of Machete

I think it's a little bit of both. Machete has a meticulously crafted work persona that is quite different from what he's like off the clock, you could say he has developed a distinct customer service voice. It's imperative that he comes across as professional, respectable and authoritative, so he has learned to use a lower register than he normally would, and keeps his tone cold, measured and impersonal. I'd say he sounds dignified and somewhat long-suffering, often with a tired, bitter creak. All in all he sustains this business facade quite well.

In private he's very soft-spoken and tends to have an underlying wounded, whimpery frailness to him. He practically never raises his voice but when sufficiently agitated, he becomes a fast and expressive talker and his pitch rises sharply. He doesn't sing (outside of conducting an occasional Mass, I suppose) but has a surprisingly light and airy laugh.

[bunnybirds]

Feesh // Check out my Etsy shop?

[zondearts]

Arisa