#iv is…. recognizable I think

[foxgloveinspace]

Sketchbook pages from today✌🏻

[fleshdyk3]

lolita hyena 👍

[linkedin-offficial]

kitty colony au anybody?

[werestorm]

Weee ooo you look just like buddy holly

Ton of ocs I have laying around. They're lovely

[riiviir]

well would you look at that I finally made a ref

Random note: the color of the shirt is white, it's only off-white because I didn't wanna do pure white, which is for the glasses only

[ashoss]

The problem with duke centric fics is that it will say it’s Duke centric but when you open it up it’s actually just Duke reacting mildly to the dumb shit the batfam does without ever actually exploring who is is at his own character which makes him serve no other purpose than simply an outsider. Half of Duke centric fics are ones that could have easily been made into oc fics but people got cold feet.

no bc ur so right. duke is used so much as basically an outsider pov on batfam shenanigans or just another kid in the family and it subtracts so much from his character. duke is such an interesting character and i love seeing him portrayed as such

[lunavagans]

Brain feels like a scraped out ice cream container and I‘m procrastinating on writing both what I need and want to write. Have a snippet from a WIP.

[moodycarcass]

round 2 with trying to redesign this girl i think we r finally getting somewhere

[rainbowsparklecur]

what ever look at my cool chart boy

[suckinitup]

steeples my evil little fingers. guess what im still thinking about. anyway i think mark spends several actual days in the Tube and the trickster keeps trying to keep him bugs and he’s starving and getting more and more pissed off. hangry even. but the only food the trickster gives him (every day on schedule dinner bell and everything. probably on schedule. its not like mark has a clock) is a fucking pile of meal worms. mark kills them, because he’s learned the hard way that constant wriggling unsettles him more than the lonely stillness, and ag LEAST it gives him soemthing to do. but he refuses to eat them. are you fucking crazy he’s not going to eat bugs. So he snaps one day when the trickster appears with that fucking bell and snarls something angry anout being starved and those are bugs. thats lizard food. Humans eat meat and he’s a human. The trickster freezes, smile still in place, and slowly tilts its head. “Meat?” it echoes, and mark realizes his mistake but he is so fucking hungry that he doesnt understand the potential ramifications yet. The trickster turns around and walks away without dumping the meal worms and mark figures he fucked up and wont get “fed” today. He doesnt want to eat those fucking worms. he wont. except he needs to live to safe ashe, so he’ll do what he fucking has to.

the trickster rings the dinner bell an hour later. his hands are full of meat. Raw. ground, but by a machine—like its been shredded by claws. There is no skin, no fur, no feathers. Nothing he can use to identify where this came from. The trickster cheers, “Dinner!” and the meat disappears from his hands and reappears on the ground on mark’s side of the glass. mark snarls again, scared but reacting to the fear eith anger, “no! I meant- cooked food! Beef or chicken or fish! *cooked!* or— fuck the meat, what about vegetables? tomatoes??” and he has to be specific here because his stomach is roiling with hunger snd an active imagination and the blood on the trickster’s hands reminds him of his wife’s heart in ashe’s.

the trickster leaves. mark doesnt touch anything. he’s so fucking hungry. he’s so angry.

when the trickster comes by the next day (more meat in its bare hands, still bleeding) he tries again. it tilts his head, stares at him, and smiles wider. “Say please.”

this is before, i think, a lot of the really horrific nightmares and shit. no time loop deaths. biggest horror is the trickster’s existence. mark is still angry and prideful and he wont eat the bugs because he wont play along with whatever sick game the trickster is playing. refuses to act the lizard. refuses to be a pet. stays silent, grinding his teeth (later he has to check that they arent cracked), and doenst say please.

the trickster laughs. Rings the bell. gives him the bloody meat. leaves.

and mark is fucking angry and he is so fucking hungry and he has to live for ashe. he’s getting weaker by the day. the trickster is gone for hours and he knows itll be gone for at least two dozen more. its disappeared for a full day at least once so maybe even longer.

…hes so hungry. its not bugs. he doesnt know what it is but it isnt bugs. he can even make it a person meal, kind of, when he grabs the raw meat in his bare hands and electrocutes it to cook it. horrible fucking idea btw because then its charred in most areas and undercooked in others but its something his brain will let him recognize as food.

he eats.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i was looking through your art and i’m so impressed by how well you captured james and micheal’s faces in your art style it’s so good and recognizable super impressive !!!absolutely obsessed with your comicverse art too!

Thank you so much, that means a whole lot to me !!! I always feel like i have a hard time drawin actors so im glad theyre recognizable and they look nice ( ´ ▽ ` ) !!!

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[flags-planes-and-fire]

Photo credit (X)

The plane back from Chile to Montevideo

In front we see Jose Luis "Coche" Iniciarte, his beloved Soledad González beside him.

Behind Soledad is Alfredo "Pancho" Delgado - this would be the last time Pancho would ever board a plane again.

Beside him, it might be Roberto Canessa on the far left, beside him is who I can only presume to be his wonderful Lauri, although this is unconfirmed.

Aboard this flight, they would have to fly over the Valley of Tears (el Valle de las Lágrimas) once more to finally return home.

[raineadey]

boyfren...

[definitelynotshouting]

I just binged your whole hunger au and your prose and structure and literally everything is so masterfully done AHHHHH!! eagerly looking forward to the next update! do you have any particular inspirations for your writing/storytelling style?

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE WAUGH THANK YOU ANON,,,,

oh gosh honestly i get inspiration from all over-- my style was sorta cobbled together from a bajillion different sources that i cherrypicked what i liked from and then evolved it from there. A lot of it probably comes from growing up on fantasy books published in the 70s-80s, tbh; theres a very particular cadence to many of them that i think echoes in my writing quite a bit. I also uh, read Beowulf when i was 11, so that may have had something to do with it too 😅😅😅

Its funny looking back on things from my childhood and seeing where a lot of inspo comes from-- i also grew up reading norse and greek mythology so im pretty sure some of the poetry of those storytelling conventions rubbed off on me. I definitely know there are a few fic authors out there whom i shamelessly incorporated bits and bobs of their writing styles into mine because i loved them so much. But yeah its basically a giant melting pot of different inspirations in here SKDNWKDNSKS thank you for the question!! :DDD

[brain-deadx0]

I love my jobs but being a easily recognizable person in very public facing jobs kinda sucks. Especially as a face blind person.

Do I actually know this person or do they just know me?

Like the other day I went to a student conference and the teacher who I have no recollection of ever meeting recognized me. I've never even been inside the school before.

Or when I went to a specific gas station after over 2 years (that I went to maybe once a month or so) and the guy behind the counter recognized me and started bringing up stuff about me

Not to mention all the times I've had people at the store recognize me or worse, suddenly have a child hugging me from somewhere.

Again I love my jobs but I would very much like everyone who knows me from them to not recognize me anywhere else.