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A rough post-finale Pomni and Caine comic.

When you’re an urban explorer making videos of abandoned buildings that you expect no one will watch— but then it turns out one of the buildings is inhabited by the Creature and that building has actually been his desperate lifetime hyperfixation & acted as his stand-in for the Entire World. Also: the weird dynamic you have with the freak who liked your 3am flop post.

[see below the cut for the binary code, if you'd like to translate it!] I love the bit in the end of Ep 9 where Zooble fixes Caine a drink and he acts surprised/touched that they're offering it to him, so I drew: this comic of extended bar adventures. I’m riffing off the headcanon that Caine would get back to being a little more Goofy/insecure when he's no longer in full apologetic mode. I like the episode 9 moment a lot because it feels like a cute ending coda for both of their character arcs: Zooble learning to be at peace with their body, and also to embrace the idea that they can find meaning through building community for a few people who need it even if they can't change the world; Caine learning to sincerely care about the humans and their ideas, even as he's still early on the path to internalizing that he is also a person. The ep 9 moment is also a cute ending to the running Thing throughout the show where Caine's been desperate to be accepted by the humans, and his belief that Zooble in particular resists him for not being "mature" enough. I Just Think Their Friendship is Cute. {Check below the cut for the binary code + some extended thoughts.]

this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.

being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.

something silly ive been doodling on the side as i work on other comic things. Pretty sure people have made this comparison before, but the thought of Wizard of Oz TADC got stuck in my head and I had to draw it!

I like to imagine this as those episodes that appear in anime where the character has a dream and is taken to a fantasy realm! Had lots of fun with this haha so I hope u all like it 🥹

[image description: a ref sheet for an anthro dragon character with a predominantly purple color palette. notes read: she draws very cute art. her wings phase through her shirt. Her body's somewhat transparent except for her eye and tail.

and illustration shows that she has one huge eye, with the eye being big enough that it shows through both eye sockets. End ID]

I'm fascinated by how the animators for TADC handle Caine's impossible anatomy so well. There's so much to balance and they've somehow engineered a solution for his expressions to hold during speech.

Kissing like he does ❤️

Mature is ‘and then they made love.’ Explicit is 'and here’s how they did it exactly.’

To wit: mature.

He looked at the envelope, spread out before him.

God, he’d never been this hungry.

Could he be gentle enough? Slow enough? He didn’t want to damage it, didn’t want to do anything he’d regret… but no, no, it seemed the envelope wanted this as much as he did. It slipped into his hands, it folded as he asked. When it was time for more, the card was waiting, and he somehow knew exactly what to do. He moved with his correspondence in a dance as old as the mail system, and when it was over, he was smiling and the envelope was completely, thoroughly sealed.

Explicit:

The envelope waved its flap in the air slowly, gently, and he could see the faint shimmer of the adhesive traced along its fold. It was like a taunt, a dare: won’t you? And he would, oh, God, he would, lifting the envelope firmly to his lips, licking slowly at first, then faster, more firmly, tasting the envelope’s essence, the faint bitterness, the sweetness to follow–

Oh, he couldn’t help but smile at how it felt in his hands. It was so perfectly folded. Its paper was rough against his fingers, and its crossed folds shifted slightly as it opened for his eager tongue. Yes, yes…

Now the card, and his hand trembled as he lifted it, as he held the envelope, stretching it wide. Would it fit? Oh… oh, yes, it would fit, it slid in smooth and quick and filled the envelope to bursting, oh, made for each other, and he smiled in delight at how perfect it was.

He was ready. Now, now, now: with one swift movement he folded the flap over and he pressed, yes, he pressed the flap down and it stuck, God, it stuck perfectly, and he closed his eyes in bliss.