she’s a new design for my webcomic and it’d be super cool to see some art of her. it can be her human or werewolf form. no pressure ask! just wanted to put it out there and would love to see any art of her :3
one of the many colorful characters in my webcomic and very loosely inspired by lemon demon's cabinet man. phil is a cyborg but like if cyborgs were ✨vintage✨
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a local of Styles Springs that was rumored to have vanished without a trace, Phil has just changes a bit since he was last seen.
Why waste your time with matters of the flesh, when you can be one with some of the greatest tech to ever grace the earth
doing some worldbuilding stuff for my webcomic; needed a clear guide/reference for some horrible creature in one of the chapters. mmmm parasite flies </3
did the challenge where you turn off your computer's color and random select colors. decided to use a neon palette for it, and after some cleanup, it looks so fun!
my oc ezzie was the victim of this challenge :]
word count :: 1,649
This story never gets easier, no matter how many times I have to tell it.
It was during my sophomore year of college, I was working a stuffy customer service job to afford the tiny apartment I lived in at the time. The apartment was within walking distance of both the college campus and the grocery store, so it was ideal for a twenty year old with no car. Most of the days at work were unmemorable, the high pitched blip of the register drowned out any possible semblance of thought, so I fell into rhythm with everyone else. Until the boy showed up for the first time.
It wasn’t uncommon for parents to send their children into the store, credit card in hand, to pick up the few items they were too lazy to come back and get themselves, but this was different. Not the regular snot-nosed adolescent sneaking takis onto the belt, but a little boy. Dripping from the rain, he couldn’t have been older than seven, and I had never seen him before.
His frame was almost completely hidden by a raincoat; and he struggled to retrieve a cart from the row of them. I watched the small figure disappear with a cart toward the back of the store. I continued my job, but I couldn’t shake the odd feeling about what I had witnessed; and the fact that not a single person in the store, customer or coworker, mentioned the boy, made it worse. It was as if I was the only one who saw the lone, coat-covered boy vanish to the far end of the store.
Half an hour passed, and a shopping cart full of items appeared from the depths of the aisles, wheeling up to the register, propelled by its own free will. The small boy, still dewy from the rain, materialized from behind the buggy. He looked at me with large, blue eyes, strands of his wet and dirty blonde hair hanging in his face; he didn’t utter a word, but rather, stuffed a tiny hand into the pocket of the oversized raincoat and retrieved a large bundle of cash. He placed a single, crisp, hundred-dollar bill on the counter; he looked at me, then the full cart of groceries. I hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would step in and acknowledge the boy.
He continued to stare with watery, blue eyes, and since no one would give me the time of day, I proceeded with the order. Unloading the groceries, scanning everything, placing it back in the cart, and using the money (which was in fact real) the boy had given me to pay for it all. He took the change and receipt and shoved it back in his coat pocket.
He left, pushing the mountain of groceries in front of him. At first, I didn’t think it was real, and usually I’m not bothered by the odd happenings in the store, but this was different; weirdly different.
A week passed and the boy had not shown up again since the previous time I saw him; perhaps it was a single strange event, or I ate something bad for lunch and mistook a short man for an elementary-grade boy. No matter how I tried to reason through the events, they still managed to fight themselves to the forefront of my mind during work. I assumed I would never feel at ease until I saw the boy again, hopefully with his parents.
The boy did return, in the same fashion as he did before; and like clockwork, thirty minutes later, he arrived at my register with a cart full of groceries. I could get a better look at him this time, the days had become warmer and he wasn’t wearing the coat like before. He was a frail, blond boy with sad, blue eyes and freckles dotting his face. There was a subtle blush to his button nose and dimpled cheeks, but overall his nature seemed- sad.
He did as he had done before, reaching into a pocket and retrieving one hundred-dollar bill, he looked at me, and then the cart. I unloaded the buggy and began scanning; the boy, in his dinosaur shirt and cargo shorts, did not look up from the tiled floor.
“Do you usually shop all by yourself?” I couldn’t help but address the obvious, a child shopping alone is a cause for question.
He nodded his head.
“Where’s your parents? Do they know you do this?”
He nodded again.
“So where are they- your parents?”
“At home.” His voice was almost too quiet to hear, “Mommy’s at home.”
“Why doesn’t Mommy do the shopping?”
“She’s sick.”
“Sick?” I was finishing up with the last of the groceries.
He nodded a final time. I couldn’t get him to answer anymore questions
That night, I sat by my phone, debating to myself whether or not I should call the police. I didn’t know anything about the boy, not where he lived, not even his name, and no one else seemed concerned about his visits; one of my coworkers said they “weren’t paid enough to care”. Still, I sat, pondering to myself by the phone.
Within the month, I quit my job at the grocery store. “Classes had become too much” is what I told them, but really, I was scared. I was scared that I would see him again, and I would have to spend another night sitting by my phone wondering what I would even tell the police if I made a call.
I believed that quitting my job had finally rid me of the boy with the sad blue eyes, that he would become someone else’s problem and everything would work out for the better, but that belief was short-lived.
Walking back from the nearby convenience store, I saw him; he was walking alone, pulling a wagon full of bags behind him. He didn’t notice me walking a couple hundred feet behind him, so I didn’t engage. I slowly walked and watched and my heart leapt out of my chest when he turned the corner to the road that I lived on.
It wasn’t my business, but I felt the dire need to know where he was going. What was going on? It couldn’t be anything good.
I was crouched behind some bushes when I watched the boy roll the wagon to one of the many doors on the first floor of an apartment building across from my own complex. He stood on his tip-toes to turn the knob, and once the door swung open, he pulled the red wagon inside. The door shut behind him.
I don’t know why I had decided to knock on the door, or how things would have gone if I had just minded my business and went home, but I could have never prepared myself for what I found.
I knocked. No answer.
I knocked again. This time I heard shuffling inside before the door shifted open.
Big, blue eyes peaked from the crack in the door.
“Is your mom home?”
“She’s sick.” The boy began to close the door.
“But,” I stopped the door with the toe of my shoe, “I really need to speak with her. It’s important.”
“…Okay” The door swung open, and that’s when the stench came.
It washed over me like a wave and my eyes watered from smell, it was beyond anything I had ever experienced; when I looked for a source to the smell, as I was led into the tiny apartment, I found no definitive answer. The place looked extremely well-kept, better than I kept my own apartment. The floors were void of dust and dirt, counters cleaned, dishes put away, but the smell of putrid rot infected everything.
The boy, my hand in his, brought me to the farthest part of the small apartment, the smell was unbearable but the young boy remained unfazed.
He twisted the knob and pushed open the door which unleashed a curse of imprisoned rot, it crept out of the room and choked me until I couldn’t help but gag until near vomiting.
In the small room, mountains of rotten food had been piled high on paper plates. They had remained there for so long they began fusing with the carpeting and the clothes that were scattered about the floor. A king sized bed, that occupied most of the space in the room, had comforters stained in brown and black, and a mass of curly dark hair was the only thing visible of the form that rested beneath them.
My blood ran cold. The boy looked at me and repeated what he had said before, “She’s sick.”
I didn’t reply. My hands were gripped tight on my cell phone.
“She got sick after Daddy left.”
My fingers trembled as I tried to unlock my phone to make a call. The boy had begun to tread over to the bed.
“Where’d you get all the money?” The boy stopped and looked at me, “for the food?”
“Mommy’s secret n’velope,” he struggled to pronounce some of the words, “for when Daddy got too angry and left her all alone.”
9-1-1
“He got really angry.” The boy said.
The phone rang forever. The stench of rot clouded my thoughts and big blue eyes stared me down with unknowing innocence.
When the operator finally answered, all I could manage to choke out was “please come.”
Everything after that felt like a blur, but I can still remember the smell inside that apartment so vividly that I wake up from gagging in my sleep. I don’t know what happened to the boy with the sad, blue eyes because, after the whole ordeal, I dropped out of college and moved back home.
Everyday, though, I think about him. An “old soul” who was taking care of his mother’s corpse.
just playing around with brushes and concepts. having fun with halftone shading :]
here's one of the characters for my webcomic that has just kinda existed in the plot but had nothing else? she's real now :]
here's her description and relation to the chapter she's in:
her name is edith and her family lives on the far side of town in a wooded cabin. for being werewolves, her family isn't that disruptive to the town, and they have managed to keep their secret safe for many year. edith has recently graduated from the public highschool in styles springs, which she thought would bring a lot of relief when it comes to hiding her lycanthropy, but graduating doesn't mean she's free from local paranormal investigator: mikey josephine.
despite denying it multiple times and trying to avoid him, somehow he keeps "running into her" and prying with a lot of very odd questions. she warns him to keep to himself and mind his own business, or something bad will happen to him.
on the night of a full moon, edith retires to the forest to transform in peace, and by the time she realized she was being followed, it was too late. her pursuer, none other than mikey, faces the wrath of blind werewolf hunger and sustains a nasty bite.
she did warn him.
ezzie may tolerate being talked down to, but mikey will not hesitate.
any excuse for violence <3
big art dump for a lot of the concept work related to AIM 4 the best! some of these concepts make more sense than others, but it's all here. who knows what will actually make it into the canon timeline!
howdy! i'm u/antonymziie, creator of r/aim4thebest.
this subreddit will serve as a home for all things related to my comic and the universe of original characters i made up in my brain :]
COMIC SYNOPSIS
AIM for the Best is paranormal fiction that follows young Michael Josephine in his adventures to prove the existence of the paranormal, a slow-going business he has named "Anomaly Investigation and More". A fateful series of events will lead him to find out more about the oddities of his hometown than he had ever seen before.
CONTENT WARNINGS
AIM for the Best contains instances of strong language, body horror, mature themes, and violence. The story is intended for a young adult audience; viewer discretion is advised.
WHERE TO READ AIM FOR THE BEST
right now, all the current pages of A4TB can be read on tapas or its own website!
thanks for checking out my silly little world. remember to r/aim4thebest ;]
silas birchtree you will always be near and dear to my heart <3
saw an inspirational tutorial on pinterest
made a drawing with my oc michael :]
hi y'all. i got some news.
due to, well, everything that has happened, i've made the decision not to continue my AU.
this was a hard choice to make, but it is one that i'm going to stand by, regardless of how any controversy or situation is handled. honestly, the whole thing has killed my passion and love for the game, and it just makes me feel icky to continue promoting something that has harmful people tied to its origins.
this subreddit will remain open as an archive for what has already been done for the AU, but i will not be updating it with more AU content. the two characters i have salvaged have been moved over to my original webcomic that i'm hoping to get back and running soon!
thanks to everyone who's been a fan! it was good while it lasted
-- antonymziie
(edit: if you would like to read the current pages for AIM for the Best, you can read it here)
the heights of the main cast in day's end! (along with some orientations since it's pride month)
list of orientation flags in order!
sean: gay flag
aiden: genderqueer flag + gay flag
vivienne: lesbian flag
amber: pan flag
daniel: polyamorous flag + bi flag
i love making fake news articles <333
a little lore for the day's end timeline
idk man. think he's achieved unc status-
(sound from nickelodeon's: victorious)
redrawing the show posters with my human designs for my day's end au???? more likely than you think 🤭
reminder to use flairs on posts you make in the day’s end subreddit! a new “other” flair has been added for posts that do not fit into any of the following categories
art - use any time you post art that is related to AU canon! fanart of designs and headcanon art would go here
discussion - use when you have a topic that could spark conversation! these are for posts where you expect to interact with others
memes - anything meant for the sillies (this includes shitposting) and not meant to be taken seriously
question - any time you have a genuine question about the AU that someone may be able to answer for you. questions for clarity rather than hypothetical discussion
writing- if you make any AU related writing, use this flair!
tierlists - if you make a tierlist about the AU
theories - for any speculative ideas you have about the AU, things that aren’t canon but you just have a feeling
original character- any content featuring an OC that is not canon to the AU. original characters are allowed to be posted, but the post must relate to the AU in some way! (you cannot just post your DW oc with no added context)
any other flairs are added for events! such as the “days end DTIYS”. this list will update as needed! your post will not be approved for the subreddit unless it has a proper flair
rummaging through my old stuff and found the photo i took with daniel! it was tucked in my sketchbook, where he signed it 😭 (censored my own face bc yeah<3)
i wonder what happened to him, his disappearance was really tragic :[
>!hope you like my silly little art piece! more hyperrealistic dan because i like making things that look human but also like super not. like that's a creature. !<