Mind Goblin

A comic of the Ocelot fight in Metal Gear Solid 3- Ocelot spins his guns looking hella smug, doing lots of tricks and business… meanwhile Snake just equips his gun, and he’s done.

VERSUS: OCELOT❗️

#mgs #metalgearsolid #metalgearsoliddelta #snakeeater

A black and white comic, the last page of Ghost Town. Al, a squat, cartoony person with a skull mask on, thinks, "I remember the day we buried her." Rickety, protuberant spires of ghost houses tower over them as they walk through the graveyard. A tear rolls down their mask. "The service was packed. There weren't enough pews." Between spires, one ghost stands alone, behind a headstone that says "Sara Pacheco. 1951 to 2017." The house is two and a half stories and asymmetric, with a front porch that wraps around one side. Al thinks, "People in the back were willing to stand, two layers deep." The lone house lights up the whole graveyard. Al thinks, "Huh." On the front porch are a few deck chairs neatly arranged around a table. On the side porch is a hanging bench, which can swing when pushed. Al thinks, slowly, "This was her house." Al ascends the staircase onto the porch, weeping. They reach for the doorknob. This time, they are able to grab it and open the door. They step into their grandmother's dead house. The door closes.

ghost town (2/2)

something will wait behind your headstone. what is it? what is it?

#comics #art #horror #sorta

Literally the same exact thought process I use when I make cross stitches sometimes, and then I sit and stare at it afterwards permanently upset that I didn't just find the right colors lol. I think you made it work very well fwiw

Finding a job in the modern age is pure evil. It took me years after grad to find a job in my field and every time I applied for something, every step was terribly impersonal. It's like they don't want real people applying. But you will find something! Best of luck with the apps, I believe in you!!

when i was a kid angry at the world id be like "i hope armageddon comes and the whole world dies" then i got some empathy and as a teen i was like "i hope i die", well now im an adult and i am ready for Plan C that doesnt involve either of those things

I promise I will finish the froggo embroidery next, but I just got my second felting kit today & just had to make Ham the tiger. I hope y'all forgive me. 🥺

Flipping the script on that mf nearly a decade later when me and two of my closest nightfarers rail the shit out of NK on night 2 (he cannot handle the power of our threesome session)

Went to the Small Press Expo (SPX) for the first time today and it was the most fun I've had at a public event in years. It was unreal to see so many talented artists in once place. I'll be making it a yearly visit from now on!

Here's my haul from the event:

I thrifted this cute little bowl yesterday to hold all the cool rocks I find at work and I'm so in love with it omg

fanart of ping pong the animation. In the front is the main character Tsukimoto who has the back to the viewer. Hes holding his racket in on hand. Hes standing in front of a ping pong table. In the background are 4 of the other characters, Peco, Kong Wenge, Sakama and Kazama. They arent colored and are only drawn in lineart.

[ #PingPongtheAnimation ]

Been watching that ping pong anime. I really enjoy the artistic spirit of it, it's great.

This is genuinely incredible, amazing job!

𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰.

#artsky #embroidery #ghibli

If anyone has ever wondered what I do for work, it's this

(Show him compassion?)

❤️ Show Don't show

#crossstitch #deltarune #ralsei

Also working on another small cross stitch project, should be done by the end of the weekend!

Here's the reverse side, lots of little guys

Neat fossil I found on the beach this week

A few years ago, I made a short comic about a changeling's journey to find the Witch of the Plains to ask her to make him human again.

Mfw when I didn't talk to one specific INVISIBLE npc and now my bestie Anri is dead 😔

I don't think it gets any worse than bloodborne though, that game feels designed specifically for you to lose NPCs. Mfs will literally kill themselves or each other if you dare to casually interact with them

Fromsoft really be like "uh oh, you took that elevator up to Big Evil Castle™️? All your friends are now dead lol"

Makes it pretty hard to absorb/care about story in their games sometimes, kinda sucks to be glued to a wiki to experience basic content in a game

A large complete cross stitch piece in blues on black aida. The image is of many cats arranged and shaded to appear like a mountain range surrounded by mists only their yellow and green eyes glowing out

Whoo!
This was a big project!
But also a lot of fun
(Although I think in going to avoid big projects on black aida in the future. My poor eyes!)

Now I just need to frame it…

#cats #crossStitch #smokyMountainCats

COMIC THREAD
LITTLE FAITH (1/17)

made for a contest last year with a 16 page limit and the theme "legend"

A black-and-white comic. A young woman sits in the back of an ambulance in the dark, attended by figures. She hunches in her thermal blanket, harried. Distantly, she says, "Which one am I?" The blackness follows her to another time where she makes herself small, leaning against her mother. She says, with a little concerned smile, "I know I'm the one that threw up in the lemonade on our fourteenth birthday." Her mother smiles, her eyes crinkling, her arm around her daughter. The young woman continues, the smile fading, "But down there, as we got hungrier, she got bigger. Like, taller." Concern rises on her mother's face. The young woman's affect flattens, eyelids low, and says, "She started biting chunks out of my back, accidentally." "Oh, mija," says her mother, who, despite holding her daughter in the same way, now looks up at the viewer, afraid. The young woman drones, "She got big enough that she would put my whole head between her teeth. And then one... day, I guess, she clenched her jaw tighter and tighter, and my skull, I could feel, I..." Her mother, shortly, states, "Magdalena." Tears well up in the corner of her eyes while anger tickles her brow. Magdalena now curls up, finally breaking from her helpless mother, her head almost to her knees where her trembling hands clutch each other as she says, "But now I'm alive, and she's, she's, she's--" A large black coffin in a church interrupts the scene. One end of a tape measure is hooked on a corner while Magdalena holds the other end at the opposite corner, shouting, angry, "It's enormous!" Her father, scared, hands out and down, gets in, "Shh, Magita, take a breath." Magdalena's mother curls up her fist, holding something in. Magita commands, "Just look! Just tell me what that number is. Right there."

A black-and-white comic. Magdalena and her parents look closely at the tape measure which indicates how long the coffin is. Her dad says, "Honey, I'm not sure it matters. I know you're upset--" Magdalena's mom interjects, "It says 85 inches, Magdalena. You're right, it's pretty big." The tape measure reads just over 228 inches. Magdalena says, "...Dad?" Her dad says, "...Maybe 85 and a half, with the trim." The coffin imposes, dividing, dark, enormous. Later, Magdalena walks past a construction site and spots a toe rising from the ground, covered in lines and dark spots, its nail peeling. She says, "Oh." Four other toes, pocked, scarred, disproportionately thin and several feet long, poke out of the earth. As she walks by, Magdalena says, "Coffin must have burst." A part of a news article reads, "I-435 Corridor Sinkholes: Latest Updates. Interstate highway 435 between Cunningham Ridge and Air Line Junction will remain closed until mid-November, Missouri transport officials report. Patrick McKenna, Missouri Director of Transportation, had this to say: 'We are working to understand the extent of the cavities in the Earth causing these sinkholes. We plan to reopen the...'" The article leads to a large graveyard ringed by trees, where Magdalena shouts, horrified, "Dad! What..." Her word falls into the darkness of an enormous mouth. The top palette sticks thirty feet up out of the ground, creating a broken mound of dirt behind it, the gravestones tilted and fallen. The teeth are perfectly aligned. The mouth is horribly wide. There is another thirty feet where dirt falls into the dark orifice before the lower jaw begins. There the teeth are crowded, pushing each other around on the wet, misshapen gums. Each is almost as tall as Magdalena. There is a large gap between the front teeth where her father is lowering himself into the mouth. Magdalena screams, "Dad!"

A black-and-white comic, page 3 of "She's Bigger Than You Remember". Magdalena's dad proceeds with lowering himself into the enormous mouth, while Magdalena sprints towards him. She gets out, "Oh god--Dad, stop--Oh god--" The panel borders become teeth, which close as her dad disappears into the pit. Magdalena screams, "Dad!" Magdalena shouts again. Her hands reach. Finally, the panel opens up and Magdalena finds her dad clinging onto the gums. He shouts, terrified, "Help--" Magdalena shouts back, "Dad! God!" She pulls him up and is scared and angry as she implores, "Why--" Her dad, crawling, sweating, says, "I don't--I'm--" He gets up and stumbles away from Magdalena, who watches, confused, alarmed, as he says, "I don't know--I'm sorry--I don't know--" His hand trembles as it covers his face. Time passes. Magdalena stares, bored, at a laptop screen. Tired, she confronts her parents. Her mom lectures while her dad looks away, silent. A moving van is full of boxes and a mattress. Finally, Magdalena drives the moving van away from the shadowy tarmac, accompanied by marching powerlines, into the flat, empty horizon. Someone says, "Goodbye, Isabel." More time passes. Five panels are superimposed over a graph of global average temperature. In 2025, Magdalena sits on a bare mattress, thinking. The temperature is just under 1.5 Celsius above the preindustrial average (this is real). In 2035, Magdalena sits in a conference room with some coworkers. The temperature is about 1.7 degrees above preindustrial average. In 2045, Magdalena's roots are gray. She kisses someone, her hand on their cheek. The other person's hand is on Magdalena's collarbone and their back is bare. The temperature is +2.1 degrees. In 2055, Magdalena looks in the mirror. Her chin has softened and she has more wrinkles. She's let her hair gray. +2.7 degrees. In 2065, Magdalena sits on the edge of her bed while her partner sleeps. +3.5 degrees. A dotted line noted as "Today" sits at around 2070.

A black-and-white comic. A car drives back to the tarmac that Magdalena drove away from 45 years ago. The brush is burnt. There is smoke on the horizon. The sun is setting. The telephone poles lay in disarray, some still standing, some knocked over long ago. Magdalena is driving the car. The upper left part of the windshield is cracked. She stares upwards, frail, horrified. Everything is tilted. Clouds blow over the darkling sky. Piercing them are a series of five dark, gargantuan structures, their bases invisible over the horizon. Four of them extend from over the horizon at a low angle, then bend sharply at a sort of joint, where a softer material is present. The texture otherwise is pocked and lined by forty years of wind. The structures recede up into the sky, skinny and ribbed, and just above the clouds there is another joint. Beyond that second joint is a tapering shape that spreads into a large pad. You realize: these are the remains of a hand. The structures are finger bones, miles long. She reaches, dead, toward the sky. The fifth structure is worse: a distant, gaunt, distended skull, at least ten miles wide. Any remaining flesh has sunken into the long nasal passage and empty left eye socket. The right eye, however, is fully intact. The sclera is far too white. The iris appears smeared, but the pupil is dark and focused. It's staring directly at "Magdalena" in her car, from what must be a hundred miles away. As the car approaches the horizon, toward the living gaze of the dead sister, a voice emanates from the skull. To be clear: it has no muscles left, and the lower jaw is nowhere. The voice remains, to say: "Welcome home, Isabel."

She's Bigger Than You Remember. 4 pages.

You're a twin. One of you died. What remains?

#art #horror #comics

Picture of cross stitch magnets of Kris, Susie and Ralsei from Deltarune in their team pose. There’s also the annoying dog

Cross stitched the Lancer Fan Club!! (These were made into magnets, Toby is currently my needle minder lol) #deltarune

I don't even remember making this one, it just appeared on my desk with a weird squelch noise

#crossstitch #deltarune

Have this nice photo I took in the meantime:

New cross stitch project... soon??