I FINISHED SOMETHING FOR ONCE.
This took me 22 hours and 15 minutes, according to my art program. It was really chugging try to load as the layers added up. In the end, there are 115 layers, including my references.
The poem I used is I Will Rage Against The Dying Of The Light by Eileen Manassin, a response poem to Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas.
Episode 6 was really fun, yeah? That glitch on Grian's end was rather interesting, huh? What if it was more than just a little blip of code? What if it was a glimpse into the afterlife?
Also Episode 8 was so funny and I think it could play into this concept I came up with.
More information under the cut, I just typed... A lot. GEHDNCB
I started this comic a day or two after Episode 6, but it was a big project that took a lot of time and energy. I didn't expect to render at all, yet I did it for the first piece, and pigeonholed myself (/lh).
Jimmy's a golden retriever, we all know he's an excitable ray of sunshine, yeah? I decided that in death, he'd still be blind, seeing everything in thick shadow with glimpses of the world around him. That's why his head is turned when reaching out to Grian, because he only has a vague idea of where he is, but was able to know for sure Lizzie was next to him.
Lizzie perpetually cries (it's scary falling for so far and so long), and has the void in her eyes.
Mumbo doesn't have eyes, but he can still see you. :)
I've drawn Jimmy and Grian before, but never Lizzie or Mumbo. I decided to keep using my old Jimmy art as references for things like face shape, nose, all that. But my Grian art is... Really old. So I scrapped it completely and came up with my own design. I wanted something fresh! Something... New! And I think I delivered, at least I hope I did.
The album art is my thumbnailing... 👀
When I posted this to Instagram, I put November by Sparkbird as the song to play over it, so take that as you will.
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SEQUEL TO “we work .”
synopsis: You and Yoongi have been pairs for every single graded performance the whole year. Now, your teacher has posted the final project. Solo performances. Let’s just hope you do good without Yoongi, and vice versa!
genre: Romance, fluff
warnings: Swearing
wc: 1,309 words 7,372 characters
pairing: college student!Min Yoongi x college student!Reader
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“Hi Yoongi,” you said, entering the recording room. Yoongi turned his head towards you, and smiled. “Hey, Y/N! Come sit down,” he motioned for you to sit on the floor with him. He had his laptop in his lap with Garageband opened. You walked over and sat in front of him, resting your back on the wall. “Whatcha’ up to?” you asked, picking up your bag, and grabbing your tablet and opened Groovepad. “Working on that song you sent, it’s really good. Just needed some polishing,” he said, doing that little smirk he does when he knows he’s cooking something good. “Why thank you, kind sir. You yourself are good too!” humming at your words, Yoongi smiled. “Oh, prof’ just posted the guidelines for the final project,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyebrows, but then furrowing them. “Ooh, yeah,” you said, opening the notification you received.
“Product, bla bla bla, wait,” he stopped reading. “Solo performance?” he read. Eyebrows now very furrowed in confusion. “What?” you laughed. You laughed until you read it too. “Solo..what?” you asked. Throughout the whole year, the projects have always been in pairs of groups. Never solo. “Why would they announce that it’s a solo performance only now? The due date’s literally next next week, and everyone has been preparing for a duos performance,” he scoffed. When Yoongi said ‘everyone,’ it included you two. You and Yoongi were practicing a duet that he could play on the piano, but now it all just went to waste. “Well this is bullshit,” he fell on his back, accidentally hitting his head on the floor. You silently laughed at him. He rolled his eyes at you, and started making snow angels on the floor. You and Yoongi just sat in the recording room in silence, trying to think of ideas for each of your projects. Unfortunately, for the next hour, nothing had come to mind.
“Anyway, Nienie, I’m starving. I’m going to Lotteria. Want anything?” he asked, shoving his things into a dark blue backpack. “Ooh! Yes, please! Can you get me a corn salad and cheese sticks please?” you pleaded, putting your hands together. Yoongi snickered and picked up his bag. “Basic Nienie,” he said and walked out. Nienie was a nickname he randomly made up when he heard some of your friends teasing you by calling you ‘Y/nie,’ it was cute. You really liked it, but obviously didn’t want Yoongi to know.
While lounging around, you received a message. It was Yoongi.
‘Oh yeah..’ you thought. You slid on some sneakers, picked up a sling bag, and ran out the door.
“How’d you forget?” he asked, digging into his bulgogi burger. “Netflix. I was watching a new show,” you shared, taking a bite out of your cheese stick. “What show?” he asked, taking a napkin and wiping some sauce off his face. “Mickey Mouse,” you proudly said, stuffing your face with corn salad. He giggled, his shoulders moving up and down while he quietly made a somewhat demonic ‘keuhkeuhkeuh’ sound. “You’re cute,” he said in between laughs. You nodded, blinked, and continued eating. “So, have you thought of something for the project?” he asked. ‘He’s talkative today,’ you thought to yourself, you took a bite out of your cheese stick, and it came with a cheese pull. Since you didn’t want to break the cheese pull, you shook your head. “Ah, I see. I’ve got an idea already,” he said, a proud grin spread across his face. You were confused. “What’s your idea?” you questioned, watching him down a soda. “I’m going to rap while playing the piano,” he declared, another proud grin spreading across his dumpling-like face. You just sarcastically smiled at him, and continued chowing down on your food.
“Practice days were hassles. Me and Min Yoongi could barely get a break. And I’m still deciding what I should sing for the project!”
“Hey, Nienie, I’m heading home,” Yoongi said, packing his portable keyboard into his backpack. He picked up his bag and his phone, and waved before leaving the dorm. “Well shit,” you thought to yourself. After all these days of Yoongi practicing, you still hadn’t thought of a performance.
After 30 minutes of pondering, it hit you. Yoongi sends you all the songs he helped write. “Blueberry Eyes,” you murmured. It was the MAX’s song that Yoongi featured on. “This is such a good idea. Good job me,” you pat yourself on the shoulder and began practicing. You even pushed yourself to learn Yoongi’s part for that extra credit!
“I think things are going well. I’m nervous about the performance, but if I mess up, it’s okay too. Me and L/N Y/N have started practicing on our own. I kind of miss their complaining,”
It was the day of the project. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s only like the whole school watching you sing alone on the stage. “You nervous, Nienie?” Yoongi asked, putting his arm around your shoulder and leaning, making you both tumble to the side. “Obviously. I’ve never performed without you here. Scary,” you said, taking a peek at the audience. “That’s okay, Nienie! Just imagine I’m there on stage! And I’ll be here cheering you on from the side,” he said, fist pumping both his arms and doing a dumb little smile. “I’d rather not. You’re scary enough, I don’t need to imagine a ghost you yelling at me to get the timing right,” you laughed. “Touché,” he nodded, and went to the practice room where they had a piano.
“Now may I call on L/N Y/N to perform ‘Blueberry Eyes,’ by MAX and SOOGA? SHUHGA?” the announcer mispronounced his name, very normal. You took one last look at Yoongi, and he was in disbelief that you chose a song he contributed to. As you got on the stage, you saw your mother and father, applauding. You felt confident. The music began playing, and you started singing.
Applause filled the room after you performed. You bowed and exited the stage. When you got down the stairs, Yoongi hugged you. “You did great! Better than I expected. Good job on my rap! You didn’t mess it up that bad,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you said in return, playfully hitting his arm.
“May I call on Min Yoongi to perform ‘First Love,’ by SUGA, otherwise known as Min Yoongi,” the announcer sounded kind of tired. You gave Yoongi two thumbs-ups and he got on the stage. The piano was brought on stage, and he started playing. Beautiful as always.
“The corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side”
The whole audience stood for Yoongi and clapped. He got up from the piano seat, and bowed. When he got down back to the backstage area, you jumped on him. Your arms put him in a chokehold as you were praising him for his performance. “You were so good!!” you yelled, he smiled. “I know,” he replied. That made you let him go and roll your eyes. “Hey, hey, just kidding,” he said, hugging you again. You smiled mischievously as you bent down and got a hold of Yoongi’s legs. Now you were giving him a piggyback ride, and he was screaming.
While you two were goofing around, a professor came around the corner. “Hey, stop that,” she said, in a strict tone. You quickly put Yoongi down and you both politely bowed at her before she left.
“Well, miss L/N, mister Min, I don’t have anything to give but an A+ on your final project. You both were very good!” the professor said. You and Yoongi looked at each other, and high-fived.
“Nice one, Nienie!” he said.
“Why, thank you! You as well, Sirre Yoonie, did an excellent job,” you said, formally.
“We work,” Yoongi said again.
“We work, Maestro,” in reply.
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