So me and @sxnnelysister are back with more parts for the Terzo series we've been working on! As always, you can check her blog for the next part (and give her a follow if you haven't already! 🖤)
All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path.
Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?
Soo, is there potential interest in a TouKen Zine? 🥺💞
I want to see if it's even worth thinking about and if there is enough interest to plan one, so any reblogs and comments are very welcomed and would help me a lot!
Please also vote in the poll below for me to see the rough interest for one <33
(FYI: Nowadays a fanzine is a collaboration between multiple artists, writers or other creatives with a certain focus, may it be a character, ship or any media. After everyone has finished a piece, it can be sold as a physical book with merch or be kept digital or a mix of both.)
did u have a voice in mind for marlow?? Just curious idk if this has been stated already I've been neglecting tumblr. love ur art forever <3
The closest voice I can compare him to atm is Benoit Blanc from Knives Out! I want to do better animatics in the future but I whipped this one up real quick to show.
Richie really just sounds like an old southern man with a slow drawl, tho perhaps a bit more on the sultry side ;)c
HEY FELIXXXXX WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤
P111111NKKKYYYYYYY I HAVE SOME THOTS FOR YOU THIS FINE EVENING (technically it's afternoon but it's almost dark ??? northern hemisphere what the FUCK !??!)
sooooo.... i've been thinking almost non-stop about my silly little farm au (post one, post two) but specifically about the uhhh spicier aspects 👀 even more specifically, mountain and dew's morning trists in the barn after dew's milked the cows and mountain's finished his milk rounds
their favourite way is when dew rides mountain. when he gets him on his back, when pain from the stray bits of hay from the bales lining the walls and floor poking at mountain's back melts away because all he can focus on is dew
dew straddles mount and is usually able to sink down immediately (he's never admitted it out loud, but they both know that dew sometimes brings his suction-cup dildo to stick onto his milking stool while he works so mountain doesn't have to wait for him to prep himself when he comes back). he'll grab at mountain's chest and flick his nipples while he smirks down at him and makes mountain watch as he rises and lowers himself on his dick painfully slowly. of course, it never stays slow, because as soon as dew gets going, his body (and mountain) starts begging for more
they always laugh way more than they should, giggling as steam puffs out from their mouths in the brisk morning freshness and readjusting their positions every few minutes when the hay digging into mountain's back starts to properly hurt. they finish with mountain sitting up, usually. the two of them holding each close and reaching their climaxes while moaning softly and gently crying out each others names against their lips, panting heavily during the comedown
when they're done, they'll head back to breakfast covered in hay and sweat with matching grins on their faces, bumping into each others shoulders as they toe off their work-boots and head into the kitchen. every morning, rain raises an eyebrow at the pair of them and every morning, he gestures towards the old, sturdy, wooden table where a feast of bread, butter, spreads, cereal, milk, fruit and juice is laid out, reminding them that if they want hot drinks or cooked food then they'd better make it themselves
not long after, the rest of the pack slowly filter down to breakfast, brushing the sleep from their eyes as they all mill about re-heating leftover rice, pouring glasses of juice and reaching entirely too far over the table to expect that you wouldn't get jam all over your pyjama shirt, swiss
aaaaand yeah i won't bore you with my sily ramblings any longer, but that's essentially what's been on my mind recently !!!!