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[marsoid]

Hey! So I found your comic Long Exposure yesterday kinda by chance and i read the whole thing in one go and it was. SO GOOD

Seriously every update had me going "I KNEW IT" "OMG OMG OMG" and "no.WAY-"

It was just so so good and I'm really glad i found it i really loved the characters and the storytelling and the whole comics being in grey with only a few pages in colours made it really original!

Anyway sorry for rambling it was just a very good read 💙

AHH THANK YOU i'm glad you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!

[fluctibus]

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[m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s]

I’d like to imagine at this point on tumblr I am that cool aunt you see every 2 years and I show up with my shades, jersey accent, a tall iced coffee, and gossip about my fourth ex husband.

lots of spells,

mooni

@weirdcharacter @eyecandyeoz @emperor-palpaminty @monako-jinn-stories & the other goonies out there thriving

[otherwindow]

Okay I've been binge-reading all your posts about the Blooming Undead Universe and like-

First of all: that's super sweet. I really don't like zombies yet you somehow managed to make me love them. 👏👏

The idea of people working together through kindness and peacefulness and being able to live in harmony with the undead is something I really absolutely love and it's refreshing when all you see about zombies in medias are "blood-thirsty brainless creatures wanting to nom nom human" and "strong broody humans with bug guns going pew pew on the undead"

I saw you said in a post that people still lived in cities and towns, and in another that they try to sleep on high ground/ in trees when camping etc.

So I'd have a question (two now that I think about it):

Do people (re)build houses and buildings so that most of the access are higher? Like there are no ground floors but rather windows turned into doors, bridges covered in flowers to go from one house to another without having to walk on the ground, flower farms on roofs so the smell can be diffused in the air when there's wind, etc.?

You said zombies don't go in the water, not when they can't get their nose out to smell, so do some people live on water? With house on slits and more marine/ watery flowers all around just in case?

Thank you! I just wanted a nice apocalypse for ONCE! In regards to your questions:

Folks who live in second stories or above ground usually reserve the first floor with flowers, incense, and candles! Think of the first floor or first room as a barrier against the undead. This way, you can breathe a bit better in the other rooms without being blasted by scents. Most communities that have retaken urban areas use a lot of bridges and above-ground pathways for safety :D

And you’re right about houses on stilts with flowers! As an extra precaution against the undead, swampy settlements grow lots of lilies and other aquatic plants to ensnare zombies around the water (whom are then escorted back into the hordes by Florists)

[stonedrunkwizard]

[a-lil-perspective]

Which one of them would have the hardest time letting the kids grow up/ eventually leave (for college and/or settling down on their own for example)?

Crosshair, hands down.

No really, he’s a wreck.

Does he cry?

Well, that’s need-to-know.

(Answer: he does)

Point being, Cross’buir struggles. A lot. And he of course has to do something about it.

Stalker sniper Dad, anyone?

—

It’s different with the other boys and their ad’ike.

Hunter’s daughters exude their father’s confidence. They’re natural-born leaders, and while their Papa’s parting sentiments are heart-wrenching, nobody is worried a bit about how any of Sergeant Hunter’s daughters will fare on their own. They’ve been raised right. They have everything they need.

Same with Wrecker’s girls. Bold citizenship and a personality to match. They’ll have no problem integrating into society with their amiable qualities and profoundly better interpersonal skills than that of their daddy’s. They’re a perpetually dynamic duo, and they’ll always have each other.

Tech’s child—the mini genius—is the epitome of independent, a novelty cultivated by the likes of an equally independent parent. Tech is not worried for his child at all; he never has been. They have their wits and the work of their hands, and they can apply themself anywhere, anyhow. Even with graduating the top of their class several years predated. Barely cresting their adolescence, they set out to conquer the world with all initiative, and nobody is worried—except for maybe the sheer lengths to which they will go.

Even Echo, who has always been just shy of overbearing no matter if he’s Uncle or Father, has assured his family have an infallible outlook on life. He makes sure their skills bode well with time.

Crosshair tries to do the same.

And he knows deep down, he shouldn’t worry.

Or maybe he should.

His worries aren’t directed towards his children’s capabilities per se, or his faith in their ability to function. They are his children. They can do anything.

But he worries for his son, who is maybe a bit too gentle, and his daughter, who is quick to caper in the face of trouble.

In their naivety, Crosshair is the one detained by cynicism. Because he knows of the world around him. He made it a point to learn before he ever brought them into it. He knows of malevolent intent, of those cunning and ruthless but who hide behind a saccharine smile and a promise of friendship to his young wandering ad’ika.

It pushes him to the brink.

And so Crosshair establishes contingency; because there’s always been method to his madness.

They don’t make it three rotations without the realization that Dad is staked out from afar, watching their every movement through his oldest and most trusty rifle.

Yes, he “really went there”.

His better half understands. But that doesn’t stop her from reeling him in and pointedly putting a stop to his lurking. He has to let his children live.

He just wants to protect them.

She understands this, too.

Because Crosshair looks at his children and he sees too much of himself. Too much vulnerability, too much determination. Too much compassion, the kind that’s untampered and readily available to all. The kind that’s taken advantage of, wrought and tarnished upon immediately stepping foot out there. He’s still putting himself back together to this day.

And he feels like a squabbling shiny all over again, freshly cleared for the field, setting out with the thunderclouds of Kamino rolling outside the viewport as he breaks atmosphere for the very first time, a misplaced audacity puffing his chest.

And he stops there. He’s projecting too much of his trepidations onto them.

[pouzzodm]

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[wings-juliana]

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[verenawestphal]

Another devil character

[tyii]

Suddenly, I've got this superb idea!

[janefademerrick]

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[dothaithanh-blog-blog]

Character design 14- astronaut + chameleon #astronaut #chameleon #digital #digitalillustration #illustration #character #characterdesign #characters #weirdcharacters #weirdcharacter #dailydrawing

[narwhar]

The DM allowed one of the people in our party to be a butterfly for his character ... Today was our first day.

[brainsandbionix]

digital art is what I love to create 🤔 (C)2018 Mike Melendez Digital Art #art #illustration #graphicdesign #colordesign #apparel #tshirtdesignbrand #tshirtdesignlogo #characterdesign #WEIRDCharacters #mikemelendezvisualartist (at Burlington, Massachusetts)

[stonedrunkwizard]

[matt-erialgirl]

Okay okay also maybe :

Hugs that last just a little longer than usual + a kiss on the cheek that almost turns into a real kiss

Like you do you fidbkfehdievd and for the character honestly whoever you want!

I feel like it’s a crime if it’s not written for Matt. HERE WE GO @hellothere-generalangsty @weirdcharacter

“I am not seeing him again,” you exclaimed as Matt opened his door to let you in, “he’s an asshole.”

“Hate to say that I told you so,” Matt chuckled, shutting the door behind you as you stormed into his apartment.

“I know, I know,” you groaned, throwing your jacket down onto one of his sofas and plopping down next to it, the smell of your perfume carrying over to his nose and making him dizzy, “I never listen to you.”

“Maybe you should, hmm?” Matt remarked, walking over to the kitchen before saying, “drink?”

“Shitty beer?” You smiled, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Shitty beer,” he nodded with a smile, opening the fridge and grabbing two bottles.

He absolutely hated listening to you tell him about your shitty dates, and your crappy relationships, and your crushes and your temporary fixations. He hated it, not because he didn’t want to listen to you. No, but because he wanted to put an end to al your shitty experiences and tell you how much he’s fallen in love with you over the course of the last couple of years. All while you continued to obliviously involve him in your mess of a love life as a spectator. He fucking hated it.

“What was his name again?” Matt asked, unamused. He handed you your bottle before setting his down on the coffee table, his face giving away his disinterest but you mistook it for distaste towards the man you were out with.

“Daniel,” you said in a mock-deep voice, making Matt chuckle breathily as he plopped down next to you, “he was an ass.”

“What was the last straw?” Matt asked, genuinely curious now. You were normally very tolerant, so this Daniel must have done something terrible for you to give up on him this soon.

You hesitated and Matt sensed it, your heart rate picking up and your palms getting sweaty.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Matt asked, all humour in his voice gone, his face serious and voice grave, “don’t try to lie to me.”

“No, no,” you said quickly, your hands moving to squeeze Matts’ in reassurance, “if anything, I hurt him.”

“What. Happened.” Matt said slowly, urging you to tell him the full truth.

“Nothing!” You said loudly, trying to make light of the topic, taking a sip from your bottle, “he was making advances that I wasn’t okay with so I beat his ass the way you taught me.”

“What advances?” Matt gritted his teeth, his fists tightening around nothing, nails digging into his palms.

“Doesn’t matter,” you told him softly, your fingers uncurling his hands and soothing the skin where his nails bit down too hard, “I’m fine.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t see anyone else for a while,” Matt stated, his posture stiff and his jaw set tight, “you’ve been going out with one asshole after the other and I can’t keep you safe if you don’t want to keep yourself safe”

“Matty,” you breathed, your voice dotting his skin with goosebumps, calming him down and diluting his frustration momentarily, “you’re already keeping me safe. Always.”

You drew closer, wrapping your arms around him, “I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you.”

Friend

Ouch, he thought, his own arms tightening around you. He didn’t want to let go - not now, not ever.

Matt gently turned his head around, placing the softest kiss against your cheek; one that lingered.

Your skin lit up under the touch of his lips, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he tightened his arms around you even further, his lips still against your skin.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Matt?” You asked quietly, still in each others embrace.

He paused to think. Did he want to tell you that he’s been very much in live with you for eons now? Or did he want to keep it to himself till the time was right?

“No,” he whispered, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and perfume, his mind slowing at your scent consuming his senses, “just want to hold you.”