First In A Series Of Comics About Street Medics. Feel Free To Share And Add These To Your Resources,

"You Spared Me" NariLamb minific

^Recommended background music (I listened to this while writing it)

The One Who Waits laid in the center of the stone circle, wide eyes staring vacantly at the sky. Well, The One Who Had Been Waiting. Now, though, that was all over. He wasn’t sure who he was anymore. He felt tired, weak, and so much smaller than he used to be, but he couldn’t think about that for long; he was quickly distracted by a strange, almost musical sound. What was it? 

Birdsong, he realized. He hadn’t heard it properly in so long, he’d nearly forgotten what it was. Through the crown, he could sometimes hear a tweet or chirp on the rare occasions the Lamb had chosen to rest, but to hear it in person with undivided attention was different. The sun's warmth seeped into his fur, a sensation he hadn’t felt in a thousand years. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then opened them again as he breathed out. The sight of the sky, too, was distantly familiar and yet at the same time seemed brand new. Fluffy clouds drifted slowly through shades of orange, yellow, and blue, the hues of a new day.

“Hey there,” a soft, familiar voice greeted him. He didn’t bother looking up; he’d know it anywhere. “You alright? I know the portal can make people dizzy.”

“You spared me.” He said plainly. 

A brief pause. “Yeah, well,” The Lamb shrugged as they sat beside him. “Sorry, but I didn’t feel like killing you.” 

“Hm.” He hummed. “…You are forgiven. Truth be told, I didn’t ‘feel like’ dying.”

He could hear them release an amused puff of air before a set of cleft hoofs gently took his paw and began tugging him up. He allowed them to pull him into a sitting position and finally looked up at their face. 

Their gentle dark eyes twinkled like a clear night sky as they gazed down at him. “Well, get up and start living, then, Narinder.” With that, the rags he’d been wearing became a crimson tunic by their powers, just as his old name was made new again by their sweet voice. If they had killed him before, they’d now allowed him to be reborn. 

Perhaps this was the freedom he had yearned for.

Perhaps he could be happy here.

Based on this screenshot I took:

This man is so ready for retirement from godhood.

White & Red Dragon by Romain MAZEVET

Bug hozier thirst trap

Third in a series of comics about safe and conscientious protesting in a time of pandemic. Stay safe. Stay woke. Stay angry

Having put this off for a couple months, I think it's time I make this:

I have a ko-fi goal! A not-so-fun one, at that. I've only been running this blog around two years, and before it I've never had such a large audience for my art. Sharing both fanart and original works alike has been a delight! But the thing is, I've been sick the entire time I've been doing it.

I'm sure mutuals and people who've been watching my blog for a while have noticed a slow in released pieces, and customers from my shop have noticed a great decline in how fast I can get orders out. The past few months, my health's just been taking greater and greater dives, and it's seriously put me back from my ability to work on anything.

So, I've got a ko-fi goal now. And not wanting to get too deeply in the details on a public post, I have made the exact details of what medical problems my goal is for here on ko-fi.

Now $10000 is a lot of money, honestly it's not even half of what I need, but it will get me out of the danger zone I've been sitting in.

So, I'd just like to ask that if you can't donate, please reblog this if you can. If you're uninterested in donating, I've got an open shop, too! I've been around a while, and I'd like to be around a while more without worrying about my health.

You can find my ko-fi here.

And you can find my post detailing my medical problems here.

I don’t usually draw humans… but when I do, they are like this motherfucker… I can’t wait to see him in anime

short comic about the brothers ever. 💛💙

cuz they live rent free in my mind…