#finally getting somewhere

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I put way too much effort into these. I’ll definitely change the style somewhat. But hey, I’m done. :)

I’m trying to translate what there is of the comic into French too, but because of the effects that will take a while. I have the pages without dialogue below the cut.

Chapter 3/? Words: 10747 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Gen (as in its not really the focus), Grian/Scar Summary:

How’s progress been since I’v last checked in?

Also, thank you for doing this. It means a lot to me!

I need to resize a few things, but this is where I'm at! The refs are SO HELPFUL, thanks a ton!! /gen

I have to resize it so that the circus crew doesn't impede into FNAF and the clouds ud partition, but if I can get the go-ahead, I can do the final lineart and get that to you before I do the colors! Also, hex codes for any specific colors would be a godsend!!

Finally fixed everything omg 😭

So now lineart of the ns/fw are available for everyone to view on my Patreon. Colored versions are a different story.

Also got ummm buy me a coffee for anyone who wants to support that way

I think that’s about it! I’m already working on my next artwork which is some silly stuff before doing more ns/fw

I know I’ve just been doing mw art but I promise you I do much more than that. I’ve just been obsessed with ghost and soap, and the fan fictions are not helping 💀

Thank you @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tag! I am swooning over your server exchange snippet. Love a pining Simon. (Also still loving the COC all you peeps are posting.)

Annnnnd here we are with chapter 8 of Bound and Determined again (fingers crossed this is the last time). Is this how I’m actually going to post it? One tiny snippet at a time? Half of what I’ve previously shared has been rewritten, but I promised Jess I wouldn’t change this scene anymore 😅 

Anyway. Here’s some yelling:

BAZ

“You’re not forcing me to do anything.” Simon shoves his finger at me, and I slap it out of my face. He spins around on his heels, raking his hands through his hair and shouting into the flat, “I’m so fucking sick of being painted a victim!” 

“You are a victim,” I spit out. “I feed on you!”

Simon’s tail cracks like a whip and he snaps around to face me. “And I like it!”

One to go now.