More Sketchbook Stuff

call him bubonic the way he plagues me

having ocs is so delightful it's like you are a wretched and terrible creature and a complete embodiment of my deepest miseries and i will spend hours meticulously placing together your story so it fits just right but sometimes when i draw you you are also a silly little goober too. do you understand

Golden Wasteland: Then vs Now

What do you think it used to be called, before industrialization, when Alef was just a boy with a dream of creating a brighter tomorrow? Before the pipes and turrets in the name of "safety" and "modernity."

At what point did the name shift? Was it generations after the war laid waste and left the area in ruin? Or were there hushed whispers in the far corners of the realms of how certain areas were becoming desolate wastelands, uninhabitable by any Creature of the Light, even as King Resh reigned?

As for the workers who built the turrets brick by brick, laid the pipes across the vast expanse of grassy knolls, and hand-painted the sun and diamond motifs on their historic buildings - do you think they questioned it at all? Were there quiet mutterings of doubt and disapproval of the King's orders, followed by the uneasy silence and warningful glances of friends, family, co-workers?

Were there activists? Of course there was the whole resistance, but we always frame it as the realms fighting one another - what about the people living within the realms of prosper and privilege? Were there none who noticed the ecological turmoil beginning to take hold around them? Surely there was infighting amongst the higher classes and elites as the effects of industrialization were becoming more and more apparent.

Who would have received word of these complaints? Would people be punished for speaking out? Or would the concerns be raised to the proper authorities? And who were those authorities? The Elders?

So many questions, so few answers. I desperately need Sky: The Two Embers to be out, like, now.

The Collector in 'For The Future'

reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from with a hollow cardboard tube

you know how it is

I had a vision

What if Doey's stalker form is his "real" form and most of the time he's actually making an effort to stay in his friendly Doughman shape?

...Kinda wish I'd thought of this before writing Second Chances but I could possibly retcon stuff or just use the idea in a different story.

But the idea of him reverting to that form while sleeping or when he actually feels fully at ease/relaxed (as compared to always being on guard and putting on a brave face in Safe Haven) is...intriguing.

(It would also kinda explain the size difference, it seems to me that compacting himself to a smaller size would be easier than making himself huge. But that's getting into "the science magic works the way I say the science magic works" territory.)

Some of y’all need to jump up kick back whip around and spin instead of hating and it shows