#certainly not canon

[existentialarcade]

WHOAH i have no explanation for this one, i just kinda sat down and this happened.

[varokai]

Moomin, Down the Well

a (complete :) fan-comic done with genuine love and all the haste that only comes with daily stream-of-consciousness sketching.

THE END :)

1 strip or drawing (almost) every day

iPhone 13 + my favorite cheap little stylus/ballpoint combo

Adobe Fresco (color panels)

Autodesk Sketchbook (B+W strips)

I do not do this for a living but wish that I could

I was reading Moomin for the very first time while drawing this and feel quite lucky to be experiencing this wonderful world now. I can only imagine that it hits much differently than if I had read it as a child.

I adore Moomin now.

[molinaskies]

An interesting “side effect” of the canonization of the “classic era” meaning “younger era” is that the classic era now reads as “cute fun times” before the core cast became teenagers/tweens and things got super, super complicated.

Because the characters are “younger,” there’s an air of “little rascal innocence” to everything they do now. The new releases like Mania and Superstars now feel like little throwbacks to the young heroes just learning how to work together and make a difference in the world.

I don’t think this is a bad thing at all.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Parallel Lines and Brothers.

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[skeletoninthemelonland]

a glimpse of what their early dynamic looks like

[buggachat]

anyone want to hear a fun fact. ok. here i go

girls noticeably shorter than marinette: sabrina, alix, mylene, rose

girls basically the same height as marinette: chloe, alya, kagami, lila, zoe

outlier: juleka. who is noticeably very tall compared to all other girls her age (and also, i think, older?)

basically, if you split the female characters of the show into "shorter", "taller", and "juleka", marinette is one of the taller girls her age

[libakarm]

[thankstothe]

[tranakin-skywalker]

Who needs a jungle gym when your dad works just fine

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[seawaveleo]

your honor they're silly

[varokai]

BOOP :)

Here’s to the ones who make, break, and remake us.

Boop :)

———————— Dec 1st, 2022:

There's no good reason why I was given an advent calendar and I stopped taking a lot of things seriously by the end of December 3rd.

That's when things were allowed to get weird.

It's a confusing and angry little story that helped me navigate a confusing and angry little time of my life.

The entire thing was written stream-of-consciousness late each night after taking the train home from work. I only used the tools immediately available (phone camera & a clunky app not suited for comics) and the original images remain faithfully unedited, presented here precisely as they were assembled during those same 24 days.

The text added between the pages could be ignored for a faster read. It started as a simple transcription for accessibility purposes, but it proved to be an opportunity for reexploring the original intentions and maybe sorting out some of the unfiltered oddities.

Dek will eventually acknowledge the habit of “using words weird.” There are likely several fancy words that fit such a definition and I love that they exist.

———————— Dec 2nd, 2022:

3x Inescapable [brand names] preceding a distressingly Ubiquitous and protracted religious pleasantry:

Di[brand 1]ey

Le[brand 2]go

St[brand 3]rs

Advent Calendar

I don’t pretend to celebrate, condone, condemn, or subscribe to any of these names, but the cumulative effect of seeing them all strung together is nothing short of baffling (if not alarming (or at the very least worthy of one raised eyebrow, and that’s a bargain!)). In no time at all, the question was unavoidable:

Why am I doing this?

————— Dec 3rd, 2022:

It reminded me a lot of the work I was doing at the time.

This ugly box. These pointless things. They refused to choose a side between the ephemeral and the eternal. To me, it's only a story assembled precariously upon a stovetop and just as confusing as anything that ever wandered into the universe.

And I figured they could figure it out themselves (if they felt like it).

————— Dec 4th, 2022:

From here on out, they tried to figure it out.

(click on date above for next chapter)

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

Tagging @diodellet @twstgo @crystallizsch @jamilvapologist @jamilsimpno69 as per request If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, let me know!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fishing Interlude

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[nattikay]

friendly reminder that Neteyam is a well-adjusted kid who has a good relationship with his parents, that he tries his darnedest to be a good warrior because he genuinely looks up to his dad and wants to be like him, and that the idea that Jake and Neytiri are "forcing" him to be perfect, that they "stole his childhood" or that he's "not allowed" to be a kid, etc. are all pure fanfiction with little to no evidence in canon thanks bye

[whaliiwatching]

unfair, he says, meaning something else entirely