#occudo

i finally got my @occudo goof troop stickers on a water bottle, and i found the perfect sticker to pair Gerry with!!

also Tim next to “first of all i’m a delight” is also super fitting imo but Ger is on the money

Both of your Jon and Martin look so so lovely, so full of life I can't pick a favourite, they are perfect (but your Martin deserves so much praise) always amazing to see them. The texture of your linework, the bodyshapes, the soft, cozy feeling your art has... I wish I could put it into words better.

Just a little blurb I did for @occudo 's fantasy AU thing. My writing isn't like... flowery or anything, but it at least put down the start of a brainworm THIS comic gave me. There's more to it but like. I'm really bad at being able to continue/finish fics (I do better at RP) so this is what you get.

It was the middle of the ball, and Tim had been left on his own. By choice, mind you, but he still wasn’t particularly happy about it. Sir Timothy Stoker, knight to Mage Sasha James, had come along to keep an eye on his charge and perhaps… well. He didn’t entirely know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Sasha focused on… Jonathan Sims and his knight, Martin Blackwood. Focused, and chatting so animated about their latest trials and tribulations in the aftermath of the Prentiss incident. Tim was not pleased, and therefore he was incredibly distracted. 

“A knight without his mage- that’s a rare sight. Did they abandon you?” A deep, smooth voice croons in on the knight from nearby.

Why hello there! Beautiful night for it, though I do advise you cover your neck if you plan to be out long - I've heard rumors of vampires in these parts...

“Speak of the devil!” Jon said, with false cheer. “Tim, Sasha, this is my new familiar Martin. Martin, these are my roommates, Tim and Sasha.”

He placed a hand on Martin’s shoulder, propelling Martin a step farther into the room. The hand lingered once that motion was done, and Martin couldn’t quite decide if it was meant to reassure him, or if it was Jon making a possessive claim on him to send a message to his roommates about Martin’s hypothetical edibility. Perhaps both.

“Martin!” The man - presumably Tim - stepped forward, his arms wide in greeting as though he hadn’t been talking about eating Martin just a minute ago. “Nice to meet you!” He grabbed Martin’s hand, pumping it up and down enthusiastically. His hands were ice-cold and his grip was strong. Martin gave him a weak smile in return.

“You too.”

The woman - Sasha - crept closer, sidling up to Martin like she didn’t want him to see her approach. She reached out with one hand. Martin raised his own to shake it, and then froze in shock as her hand darted forward to pinch his cheek.

“Are you sure we can’t eat this one, Jon?” she asked, sounding a bit disappointed. “He looks delicious…”

It was the creepiest compliment he’d ever received, and that was including the time a guy on the street had stopped him to tell him he had nice teeth, ‘in case he was ever looking to sell them.’

Jon’s hand tightened on his shoulder and pulled him back a step. “I’m positive,” he said dryly.

It was hard not to feel like a non-entity, being pushed around and talked about like he wasn’t even there. If this was the life of a vampire’s familiar, Martin was starting to rethink the whole idea.

Sasha huffed a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. Then her face split into a grin, the peeved expression falling away like it had never been there at all.

Okay, so THIS post by @occudo got me reading a fic by @ml-nolan HERE (explicit)

And then I was listening to the Bad Omens cover of Come Undone (Youtube Link) and thought it was perfect. So I had to draw a thing.