anonymous asked:

what webcomics if any do you read


My current top three are 

Daughter of Lillies, a comic about the mysterious Thistle and the band of mercenaries she travels with. (consisting of an Orc, a Quarter Orc (?) and an Elf, Orrig Brent and Lyra) Stunning art and amazing colors, and a story that will leave an impact. Not too far in yet, so an easy read to catch up.

Dan and Mab’s Furry Adventure  Holy Art Evolution batman This comic is… over ten years old? And it went from black and white gag strips to fully inked and colored with an actual interesting plot and some really nice character development. Also cute furries fight me.

The Glass Scientist It’s still pretty new and in the works, but the art is good and graphically sharp, the premise and the characters are super engaging and fun, please give it a look.

There’s also LeveL which is currently on Hiatus, but I strongly suggest giving it a read anyway, if for the art alone. Unique character design, a fun world setting, seriously give it a shot.

Other than that I follow a few more (WildeLife, but I have to say I do not much like the current story arc, How To Be a Werewolf, Sleepless Domain, Fey Winds and Shattered Starlight, and I still check on Megatokyo if only for sheer nostalgia and to see if it’s still chugging along and god willing Fred might have taken some much needed life drawing  classes)

emeralb224  asked:

Hey I was wondering from your perspective which do you prefer a game with great art but with a horrible story or a game with horrible art but a great story, I'm not saying that you can't have great art and story but some game producers sometimes focus more on how they want their game to look like and actually forget to flesh out the story or pay zero attention to the actual plot of their story.


Personally, I think there’s more to a game than looks and story. I mean, there are games with little to no story and not-so-impressive graphics that have had great success (Minecraft comes to mind) because they provide you good gameplay, but since I assume you’re probably talking more about story-based games, I’ll focus on answering that.

I would rather play a game with bad art but a great story/world/characters because it’s a nice surprise. You might go to play it thinking it’s a very amateur game but be pleasantly surprised by the detail of the world!  Gives you good feels about playing it, even if the art leaves something to be desired.

On the other hand, games that look impressive visually with their pretty, shiny art who happen to have bad story/characters…that’s always a let down. Always. It’s bad development, pure and simple, because you need to make your players want to continue playing.  They need to feel the urge of wanting to know what happens next, what will the story do, what will the characters do. They need to genuinely have fun playing it.

In order to be a good developer, you have to not only focus on the look of the game, but how it feels to play it - ambience, mood, sound, how the world affects your characters and story, how the characters are tied together. 

I also notice those kinds of games tend to be more like “TROPE: THE GAME” and don’t really have anything really original about their story/characters/gameplay.  It’s great to have good artwork in your game, but don’t rely on it to really “sell” your game or get fans and players.

And, to those devs who are not so good at art and worry about that - Use simplistic art and sprites. There are plenty games with very simple designs that are successful because of the story. C:


Part 4 of Yuri on Ice but with bad CG voices and poor writing (with the additional benefit of mediocre editing)

Part 3: Pip Pip Yurio // Part 4: Eye of the Tiger // Part 5: Where I Take This Seriously?

I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.


yoi stuff from my rpg au~ basically viktor is a prince who is the only one who can wield a little ice magic and comes to find out that there is another! So he goes on a quest to find this “terrifying sorcerer” causing havoc in the neighboring kingdom and realizes he might actually need to help the poor guy out a little? 


If people are bitter over the title of Yuri on Ice being deceiving, then boy do I have news for you about Bleach having nothing to do with a laundry detergent.


Dale Cooper + Disheveled Hair