posting drafts~


Art for chapters one to four of As fire to the sun

How lonely it is, how devastating, that no one could tell—that no one noticed—you were not you.

Or the one where Graves wonders what kind of man he is, and what kind of man he must become, both for Credence and himself.

Hey I found this self-portrait from like, eons ago, saved in my drafts and it’s like 130 am so here you go.

My name is Sneks and I’m a pan girl who doesn’t take care of her hair but always has eyeliner on and last halloween I was drunk and someone tore out my nose ring by accident and I love Pickles the drummer heyoo.

I honestly want to redo my comic with Gene’s canon death. I know it’s my long comic with the most notes, but I honestly want to redo it.

Most likely won’t be any time soon or whatever, but I’m thinking about it. It’s one of the earliest comics I posted, so there’s not too much detail. It was taken when my old phone was crapping on me and I was stuck using my mom’s old iPad, so the quality isn’t great either. Not to mention there’s some canon lore for Gene I can fix/add since I’ve done a lot since then. Plus I know my art has improved so I want to fix that lol(cause to me it’s Bad)

Think. Think. Think

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Things I wanna do:

Edit a contestshipping video
Draw Pokémon & Ghibli crossover art
Try my hand at fanfiction
Keep up on practicing Japanese
Try making a short animation

What I may end up doing:

Making a comic about all the stuff I wanna do, which in itself (ironically) takes time away from stuff I wanna do

What I’m doing now:

Making a post about maybe making a comic about how I have a bunch of ideas I don’t follow through on, and this post is wasting even more time than the comic that would waste time.

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  1. super angsty poet suffering
  2. life is meaningless , pour yourself a drink
  3. his pain is tragic but yours is funny
  4. if he just keeps talking no one will notice how scared he obviously is right now
  5. hyper - critical condescension to mask insecurity  &  admiration


  1. something snarky  &  curt to remind everyone he’s antisocial
  2. taking a step back and forgetting to fake - smile
  3. pretentiously declining introductions or ‘ traditional niceties ‘ on the basis that he doesn’t conform to an expected standard
  4. making brief eye - contact and then smiling at the floor 
  5. grabbing your shoulder without warning and immediately launching into a three act play consisting entirely of him dramatically complaining about something that doesn’t matter or is wholly his problem to remedy


  1. black with a light coat of dust
  2. deep purple because it’s the color of his phone case
  3. the vicious self - loathing scarlet around his eyes


  1. drank a bottle of whisky instead of showering this morning or the day before
  2. if you light seven bed bath  &  beyond candles at once you can forget your debilitating depression for a few seconds
  3. he put a dollar store air - freshener in his pocket because the acidic aroma keeps him  grounded but forgot that other people will smell this too . he reeks of pine and a tropical blend of fruit


  1. 90s band t - shirts and a blazer
  2. black jeans with torn knees because he hasn’t gone shopping since they were invented
  3. faux crocodile skin shoes because he’s Edgy


  1. knotted earphones hanging from jacket pocket , always on stand - by
  2. green pencil with gold lettering worn down to almost unmanageable stub
  3. old leather and silver watch the band of which has clearly been burnt repeatedly by matches


  1. day drinking with no subtlety besides strongly flavored lozenges to mask the scent on his breath . god jonah smells weird
  2. rhythmically scratching himself ( usually arms or thighs ) and any available surfaces around him such as furniture , until there are visible marks left behind
  3. excessive caffeine intake to a medically ill - advised level


  1. gargoyle like lurking in shadowy corners to avoid unwanted interaction
  2. walking around in a daze all day , often notably late to react to any stimuli  &  remaining eerily placid when he does
  3. clenched fists , looking out at people from beneath heavy brow , and keeping his body facing away from even people he’s fully engaging with


  1. morbid celebration and fascination with anything deemed cold , dangerous , or mysterious 
  2. placating ambient sounds and soft spoken self affirmations as his soundtrack for daily life
  3. nearly empty , spacious apartment lit by the moon , no curtains put up to keep the night out . door to the balcony swung open allowing a breeze to filter in and chill half finished scotch on the table 
  4. holding arachnids captive on public transit or an outside table at a restaurant , cupping his hands over them until he has an audience to dangle it at
  5. purple ties and unclasped cufflinks . button down only loosely covering ACDC t - shirt he’s been wearing since he was a teenager . empty colorful candy wrappers forgotten in every pocket 


  1. the ocean   /   led zeppelin
  2. pavane pour une infante defunte   /   maurice ravel
  3. a thousand kisses deep   /   leonard cohen

Beware of those Mitaka siblings; Imperial mutts they may be, but there’s a reason General Hux keeps the eldest so close.

The Mitaka siblings: Dopheld, Dahlia and Nari 

me talking about my mental illness in front of my therapist: … i ,,, might have? some sadness… somewhere in me… but it’s? not bad… i’m just whiny… i don’t know i just… never sleep and …
me in front of complete strangers: move greg i have depression and i want the pasta it’s an emergency


Persona 5 Protagonist - Habits & Mannerisms

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

Me: *introduces friends to my fandoms*

Them: I don’t like it, show me something else


Originally posted by homiedawg