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escl-uwu:

I couldn’t get it at all

Holy incredible this art is fantastic! Escl’s art style has always been a favorite of mine, and anyone who isn’t, should probably go check out her drawings. There are no words. This is so incredible. We really appreciate the fan art, we’re very excited that you enjoy reading our blog! Thank you so much!

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fangirlinginleatherboots:

destiny-smasher:

sakura-rose12:

destiny-smasher:

"You can’t fight the past."
"I can try."

Kick! Start! It’s all in the mind.
The crowdfunding campaign for DownRight Fierce is live!

It’s a graphic novel project I’m hoping to work on with sakura-rose12, paying tribute to Street Fighter while telling an original story about young women fighters and themes concerning how we deal with the passing of time.

See the full concept gallery at our Facebook page and DeviantArt group, and look to the “Updates” section on our Kickstarter for in-depth posts regarding details of the characters and plot.

(art above by Sakura-Rose12 and Shannon ehrola)

“If you are depressed, you are living in the past.
If you are anxious, you are living in the future.
If you are at peace, you are living in the present.”

― Lao Tzu

Hey everyone! I’m here to ask for your help!

I’ve been asked to help out with a graphic novel called DownRight Fierce, as you can see above! It’s a pretty cool story and I would love if you all wanted to see it!

The Kickstarter is live now, so please have a look!

We’re trying to make a graphic novel about women of color who are also fighters who are also different sexualities and different personality types and who are all strong in different kinds of ways and who also end the story 5 years older than when they started it.

Women fighters don’t have to be objectified or sexualized or stone-cold Ice Queens to be interesting and engaging they can just be human beings

Ahem.

THIS LOOKS AWESOME!

Anonymous asked:

((okay i need to finally ask this- the picture in your current icon, is it from an old comic i missed here, or from an unposted picture/comic??)

{{it’s unposted. I drew it awhile back and dumped it in drafts with lots of other single image non-replies because the other mods write stuff for pictures and we just sorta left it there for a time when it’s right to use it.

I’m p sure Stel and Shelby have a plan for it, but currently I’m working on an arch separate from that image so I don’t know what’s going on with it tbh.}}

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ask-stupid-boifrens:

Hello dutiful Boifrens followers:
This has been our banner for a while now and frankly it’s starting to freak us the fuck out. Mod bootsie should not be allowed to make aesthetic decisions regarding blog theme at four in the morning. We have learned and are taking precautions to prevent a repeat incident, which is why we’re making this post.
WE NEED A NEW BANNER!
And it would be mighty nifty to use some fan art dontcha think? Perhaps a little friendly competition?
Depending on how many submissions we get, we would like to cycle through winning fan art as our banner and theme! With this comes some promos from the mods and being the first thing on the stupid boifrens page every time someone opens the blog. We may even throw in some bonus prizes like special art or literature by one or more of the mods (tumblr rules are p strict about this stuff so we need to find some loop holes).
So what are we looking for? - your original johnkat fan art, preferably relating to ASB somehow - landscape or banner modeled format - an opportunity to show off some of our followers because you guys are committed as fuck holy shit let us love you
How to submit: upload into the submit box and be sure to tag the work with your URL and some indication that it’s for the contest. Thats all we need.
Contest will close mid August, date TBA depending on how many entries we get. To be honest, the sooner your art is in though, the better your chances are since we will see it in drafts every day leading up to the decision. (If this has a good turn out, we may continue art and fic features in the future, making an extra page on the blog special for them. Last time someone submitted fic, she ended up a mod. We clearly have a soft spot for fan interaction.)
 EDIT: do not give us other people’s unsourced art. We want original stuff, not art theft

LAST CALL. ALL ENTRIES WILL BE DISPLAYED AT SOME POINT. ENTRIES CLOSE SEPTEMBER 1st.

ask-stupid-boifrens:

Hello dutiful Boifrens followers:

This has been our banner for a while now and frankly it’s starting to freak us the fuck out. Mod bootsie should not be allowed to make aesthetic decisions regarding blog theme at four in the morning. We have learned and are taking precautions to prevent a repeat incident, which is why we’re making this post.

WE NEED A NEW BANNER!

And it would be mighty nifty to use some fan art dontcha think? Perhaps a little friendly competition?

Depending on how many submissions we get, we would like to cycle through winning fan art as our banner and theme! With this comes some promos from the mods and being the first thing on the stupid boifrens page every time someone opens the blog. We may even throw in some bonus prizes like special art or literature by one or more of the mods (tumblr rules are p strict about this stuff so we need to find some loop holes).

So what are we looking for?
- your original johnkat fan art, preferably relating to ASB somehow
- landscape or banner modeled format
- an opportunity to show off some of our followers because you guys are committed as fuck holy shit let us love you

How to submit: upload into the submit box and be sure to tag the work with your URL and some indication that it’s for the contest. Thats all we need.

Contest will close mid August, date TBA depending on how many entries we get. To be honest, the sooner your art is in though, the better your chances are since we will see it in drafts every day leading up to the decision. (If this has a good turn out, we may continue art and fic features in the future, making an extra page on the blog special for them. Last time someone submitted fic, she ended up a mod. We clearly have a soft spot for fan interaction.)

EDIT: do not give us other people’s unsourced art. We want original stuff, not art theft

LAST CALL. ALL ENTRIES WILL BE DISPLAYED AT SOME POINT. ENTRIES CLOSE SEPTEMBER 1st.

You’re lying in bed, dazed and immobile, like your consciousness has been temporarily shunted into a warm cadaver splayed on the slab. It’s nothing new. You get the runaround like this every time you lay down now. Once the discomfort of your back and shoulders subsides, then the paralysis sets in, then the ache. It’s never quite the same twice, but similar enough to string events together into a mildly disjointed chain. It’s not overtly terrible sometimes.

Sometimes you’re alone, spread out with your back to a rock, staring up at the ceiling that gapes at you with this infinitely deep and surreal kind of presence that makes it seem like it’s both falling down and receding away from you all at once. When things settle in like this your depth perception is about the first thing to get shot, but you’re bound too fast to your position, too petrified to do anything more than embrace the vertigo. You get used to it, anyway. Your vision kind of lazily corkscrews when you’re not paying attention or concentrating, and you have to pour all your focus into keeping the walls straight, but it’s not awful. Just inconvenient. You’re not aware of much else besides the slow crawl of everything. Your breathing and pulse pour through your body like chilled molasses, but at the very least it is consistent. You are the last to complain.

Sometimes, however, you stare up at the gaping, reeling darkness, and you feel yourself fall apart. It wouldn’t be quite so bad if it happened all at once and was over, but your experience is never so forgiving. You can feel the life go from your body in shards. First the heat drains from your blood, and then the energy from your chest until each beat of your pusher drives a spike of ice between your ribs. It aches through every fragment of your existence, and you can feel your body scrabble desperately to keep itself warm. It overcompensates. You flush until your skin burns and you sweat until you’re clammy and shivery all over. The global feelings aren’t even so bad. What’s worse is when you can feel your body starting to preserve itself by cutting off extraneous functions. Your skin crawls, and your guts twist and there’s sharp, throbbing pains cropping up everywhere between your hip and your clavicle. Then the pains start to go dead and your whole body feels loose and shabby. All the little bits and pieces of you that regenerate cells the fastest halt all further production. It aches in the tips of your fingers, right along the cuticles of your claws, and in your throat, and in your scalp, in the roots of your teeth, and in places you’re too broken to acknowledge. You can feel yourself leaking out through the seams, and it’s still not the worst part.

The worst part isn’t the pain, or the fear, or even the helplessness. The worst part is always the shadows, these kind of blurry figures that slip through your peripheries like phantoms floating across the surface of your eyes. Sometimes the figure is no more than a streak shaped like a person, a memory smudged into the back of your retina. Sometimes it’s a recognizable individual with color and life and this kind of trepidation that they exude in rolling waves. They don’t touch, or if they do, you can’t feel it. All they ever do is bow over you, or worse, skirt your vision, loitering on the edges where you’re not even sure they’re there if they don’t move. It’s terrifying, thinking that recognizable people—blurry, warped patterns of Aradia, and Kanaya, and John—can linger in your space and still be so blind to your condition. Or maybe they aren’t. Maybe they’re just as hurt as you. Just as helpless to stop it. There’s not an ounce of blame your conscious can muster.

Sometimes there’s sound, rippling, echoing in this kind of indecipherable auditory soup, pouring in one ear and sloshing around in your pan a bit before trickling back out the other. Sometimes the voices are your friends, loved ones, whispering like they’re afraid you’ll hear. Even if they spoke up, you could never pull words out of the garbled slush your brain makes of it all. Sometimes the whispers are shouts. Sometimes the shouts are throat-ripping screams. Sometimes the screams echo in your skull until it’s an agonizing pounding against the inside of your forehead. Sometimes the pounding in your skull isn’t screaming at all. Sometimes it’s silence.

All you can do is lay and wait, stagnant and festering, until something changes. Until you wake up.

It’s never like the nightmares you used to have on the meteor. Those were never consistent, and rarely ever anything more than terrifying hallucinations. It’s not even like the twisted, semi-lucid nightmares you had after making landfall in the new universe. Ever since you were reborn a god, your nightmares haven’t been nightmares at all.

They’ve been memories.

Did I stretch your wing too hard? :/

NO. UH…I DIDN’T CATCH THAT LAST THING YOU SAID

well i was just wondering about kids? you know, like when we’ve got the whole planet situation covered. besides, we already have a kid.

?!?

i can’t believe you’ve forgotten about our daughter, casey, duh!

DAMMIT JOHN THAT THING ISN’T OUR FUCKING DAUGHTER.

hey, be nice. i’m only joking around…

JUST BECAUSE YOU CONSTANTLY CLAIM CUSTODY OVER THAT LITTLE FUCKING BLACK MAGIC TROUBLEMAKER DOESN’T SUDDENLY ASCEND YOU TO PARENTHOOD.

hahaha karkat, i think you take me a little bit too seriously. it’s not fun anymore when you piss on the whole joke. i know i’m not casey’s dad, but i still have to take care of her and stuff. besides, that’s some awful big talk coming from a guy whose species doesn’t raise their own…

WELL THEN WHY DOES IT COME AS A FUCKING SURPRISE I HAVE RELUCTANCIES TO GRUB REARING THE SIZE UNSUPPORTABLE BY THE CURRENT CAPACITY OF THIS UNIVERSE?

you really don’t want to have kids?

JOHN, IT’S NOT THAT SIMPLE. NOT ONLY HAVE I NEVER RAISED ANY SIMPERING CREATURE TO BECOME ANYTHING REMOTELY SELF-RELIANT, BUT AS YOU SO CURTLY POINTED OUT, MY ENTIRE SPECIES HAVE BEEN RAISED IN A CULTURE VOID OS THE SUBJECT.

okay, i get that, but to be fair none of us really know jack about actually raising kids. we were kids ourselves when this whole damn thing got started.

TRUE, BUT YOU HAD A PATERNAL FIGURE IN YOUR LIFE, BLOOD KIN, AND I’M UNCERTAIN IF THE REARING STYLE OF CRABDAD WOULD BE BENEFICIAL TO POTENTIAL OFFSPRING. I MEAN LOOK AS THE RESULTS OF HIS CLAWWORK, JOHN. DOOM IS INEVITABLE FOR THESE POOR BASTARDS.

come on karkat. that’s total bull. your lusus raised a fantastic troll, and if you took after him even a little bit, i’m sure you would do just fine.

OH STOW IT YOU BLATHERING ASS. DON’T MINIMIZE MY CONCERNS. IF WE’RE SUPPOSED TO RAISE AT LEAST DECENT POSTERITY I WANT TO KNOW I DIDN’T RUIN THE LITTLE WRETCHES WITH MISINFORMATION AND EITHER A LACK OF OR SUFFOCATION FROM AFFECTION, BECAUSE BOTH CAN SPELL DISASTER.

you seem to be doing okay with maltet, and pet ownership is like, the first step towards parenting. you have shown that the very least you can keep a small animal alive and content. that’s got to count for something.

I SUPPOSE. AND CASEY ISN’T A TOTAL FUCK UP.

rose has been helping me out with casey too, since i can’t look after her all the time. it’s easier with two, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

I WEEP AT THE RESULT OF OUR COMBINED PARENTAL POWERS. THEY’LL BE THE MOST UNBEARABLY ANNOYING LITTLE FUCK WITS IN THE HISTORY OF ALL POSTERITY. GOD HELP US ALL.

with that attitude you’re doomed to fail, you know that thing about self-fulfilling prophecy and all…

I’M JUST JUSTIFIABLY NERVOUS, DOUCHE-CANOE. ALL I KNOW FOR SURE IS ABSOLUTELY NO GRUBS OR INFANT STINK-MONKEYS RIGHT NOW.

no arguments there, dude. we’re still young and to be honest, i’m still not ready to start a family. for the time being I want to get this new universe off the ground and enjoy the spring of youth or whatever other flowery, poetic bullshit i seem to be channeling from rose right this second.

AGREED. IT’S NEVER A GOOD IDEA FOR WRIGGLERS TO RAISE WRIGGLERS.

but is that a “yes” on kids later when we’re ready?

WHY DO YOU CONSTANTLY HAVE TO RUIN CONVERSATIONS WITH YOUR UNSURE RECHECKING BULLSHIT. IT’S A “I DON’T FUCKING KNOW RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY THINKPAN HASN’T BEEN ENGINEERED TO EVEN CONSIDER PARENTING AND THE THOUGHT SORTA FREAKS MY SHIT OUT”.

sorry. we can maybe talk about it more in a few years of something. i know you’re not ready to make a decision and… call me a cliche shit tornado or something a bit more witty and clever like you do, but you’re more important to me than kids.

I THINK A CLICHE SHIT TORNADO IS A QUITE APPROPRIATE LABEL FOR YOU, YOU PUTRID SAP FACTORY.

i love you too, grumpy.