When the battles are done, let the music ring ☀️ I ve been wanting to make a bigger Totk pic for a while now, and every time I pick up my switch I get blown away by the beauty if the sky islands (really wish i could go on exploring them forever)
BPJ Part 159! (First) (Previous) (END)
There we go!! BPJ is now done! :’^)
It feels strange after nearly three years to be done with this giant passion project.. at first, BPJ was only going to be maybe a few scenes at most, but once i started writing the script, i realized i wanted to have a proper full episode for lance’s development!
it was pretty tough sometimes to work through art block & working all the time, and prior to starting this i actually had no idea how to draw backgrounds.. there was a point in the first scene where i drew lance in his room, and had to frantically search online how to draw a 1 point perspective room because i hAD NO IDEA HOW TO DO IT LOL
anyway, i’m happy i was able to give our boy the spotlight he deserved, and bOY HOWDY I SURE DID LEARN A LOT ALONG THE WAY.. the skills i’ve developed while working on BPJ can now be used on my nEXT PROJECT!!! SRPA aka Space Ranger Partners Adventures
or is it uh. Space Ranger Partner’s Adventures? WHICHEVER IT IS i look forward to sharing it with everyone 🤠💪💪💪
THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING MY COMIC!!! 😭🙏💖💖💖💖💖💖
Danny: -always like ‘I’m gonna get you Fenton-’
Wes: SHUT UP YOU LITTLE GREMLIN
The quintessential showcase of what the dynamic between these two is :’D
(re-animated over 2 Haikyuu gifs x x, 94 frames in total)
Some nice shots lmao:
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PSA the ppl who do these vids are from Minnesota
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The birds and the bees- a toh mini comic
I apologize, the first few panels look a bit clunky since the sketches were so lazy (I initially doodled it without the idea of it being a comic) but I hope it’s still ok
It will be back.
Just got home not too long ago, but just skating in with Day #6′s theme based upon the ever lovely and talented @theprojectava ‘s Kuro story. I hope to have the next one out soonish, though late for the day no less.
It’s otherworldly. This electric pulse of a presence that ghosts along the periphery of his mind. Small at first, it builds and it builds until it’s not just an inconsistent buzzing at the back of his skull but a defined being.
Another mind spilling into his, and for a moment, Kuro thinks he has finally lost. This is the crack the Druids put inside of him, and instead of things spilling out, they’re tumbling in, trying to claim whatever they can of him. Impulse tells him to fight it.
Resist. Resist. Resist.
He’s isn’t broken yet.
Something else whispers to him of patience. It tells him this is not the same black that the Druids try to infuse him with. Neither callous nor cold, it offers a warmth, something innate to its very being. It flickers white then red, then black marbles throughout both hues until it’s burning within the back of his mind.
Persistent.
It wants something of him, something he thinks he can give and willingly at that. So, Kuro reaches out to it. He sets his hands upon that glowing orb, feels the heat beneath his fingertips, making his blood sing with life. It tells him he is his own entity, that the heart within his chest is his own and that it aches with concern for the one it had been modeled after.
The ones calling out to him ache just as much.
No.
More.
The feelings that steep into his bloodstream carry a desperation far deeper than anything Kuro has ever known for the man called Takashi. It’s a desperation born of intimacy, of hearts bound more closely to Shiro’s than Kuro could have ever claimed, and somehow, it’s that very thought that brings him to inviting them inside of all that he is. Because Kuro wants to know that too, wants to know what could bring someone - or someones - to the brink of hell itself for a man who had been built upon a lie.
Kuro wants to know what makes someone want to thread their lives together with another being so much they would risk everything for him.
So, he lets him in, the one whose voice called out the loudest inside of his mind. He gives him control, and he watches as Shiro stirs in response, called back from the remorseless depths of his own mind. And it sparks a quiet curiosity within himself, to see how someone can respond to a simple change, how someone can know the difference from one being to another just because of the energy they give off.
As if there’s a frequency inside of every heart, and Kuro’s has now magically aligned to another, and he’s watching as it matches Shiro’s, as it calls him home.
And from the observation deck of his own mind, he thinks yet again of how Shiro fought in the Arena. Because this, right here, is everything the man had been fighting for.
He thinks that a human heart isn’t such a bad thing to be beating within his chest.
Take a break~
(content warning for this chapter: medical stuff, surgery, hospitals)
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven
(full disclosure that I am not a medical professional! I did some research but some things might be off but it’s fiction so just, uh. go with it)
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Waiting had never been so hard.
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