Goncharov (1973)

I’m going to preface this by saying no one will be hurt in this comic (not that kind of angst lol) but Bowser throwing a fit and ruining a wedding over miscommunication is just a very Bowser thing to do. He may be reformed but he still has a lot to work on.

also thanks again to everyone leaving positive feedback! it’s been so encouraging when working on these pages :)

(also if it did the Italian right it should hopefully say something along the lines of “love, you’re making me blush”)

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Repetition is the key to success.

Alpha trion getting captured but…

Yea senti ain’t taking responsibility

Any tips on how to improve digital art wise? I’m currently using Kirita as a drawing app.

[Standverse AU] - Comic where Whitesnake visits the Crimson Kingdom PART ONE

CONTINUED IN PART TWO HERE

Is there a lore or stand ability inaccuracy? Am I reinterpreting stand abilities a bit or exaggerating them? Maybe, but what is anyone gonna do about it?

Anyways this comic and its subsequent parts took a lot of work, what the hell

Full color of the PPG image I did earlier. Enjoy. 

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Watching them leave from the door felt strange. Wrong. Like it shouldn't be happening like this. As soon as the handle latched, he moved to the third story, climbing the stairs fast enough to catch the tail end of the little troupe disappearing around the street corner. He could hear Toga's laughter even from this distance.

Yabureme didn't budge from that spot, even as the evening drew to night. Spinner had said they'd be back before midnight, and though Yabureme had nothing to check it against, his internal clock said that it would be a few hours yet until that hour passed and he should start to worry.

He'd started to worry the second he lost sight of Tomura beyond that door.

He was meant to use this time to sleep. With no one to guard, it would be the perfect time to catch up, maybe eliminate some of the waver in his limbs. But the worry was a plague. He hadn't even tried to sleep, only listened and watched that little square of sidewalk they'd vanished from.

Kurogiri entered the room, but Yabureme ignored him for the moment, instincts dividing his attention in case an order was given. Even then he could feel a pinprick of pressure in the back of his head as the man stared him down.

Without seeing it, Yabureme sensed that it was the same look Kurogiri gave when he caught him nearly falling off of his feet in his vigils. Narrow-eyed and pointed, communicating his sins without actually saying anything. Kurogiri was the only one who really noticed on any consistent basis, but his concern was sharper and less warm than Spinner's could be.

He and Kurogiri both shared an innate purpose, after all: to protect. And they both knew that if he kept on like this, when the moment came, his body may just fail in its duty.

Perhaps that was why he'd been given the role of babysitter for the night.

Guilt