Every Time I See Someone Take A Fork That I Know Ends Up Rejoining With The Path I'm On, I Break Into

EXAMS ARE ALMOST OVER I CAN DRAW AGAIN

Anyways first thing off the backburner, I had an idea for a concept where Kokushibo uses wisteria incense to call Yoriichi on the other side of the Sanzu river to complain about work. Yori basically shows up in the smoke let off by the incense and hangs around for as long as the resin lasts. They're basically just facetiming while the actual plot happens in the background.

Some bonus sketch notes:

His arms are not connected! As yūrei typically don't have legs, and since Yoriichi's corpse got cut into 4, the only present pieces are his upper torso and two arms. His kimono has full sleeves, but his arms have extra

His hair is out, both to better match billowing smoke from the incense, and because yūrei keep it loose

Kokushibo can call Yoriichi on the road with a kiseru pipe, but he usually only calls him when he's alone and free for the night. Yoriichi is visible like this so he doesn't want unwanted visitors seeing him

Smoke is what makes Yoriichi visible, kind of like how beams of light become more defined in dusty spaces. Sometimes he'll hang out after talking and take a look around at things. Koku can take him around for tours if they're whispering

he's like her pokemon

Also! I'm taking commissions, dm if interested

vax crouching protectively over keyleth’s body, daggers out, snarling “don’t you even dare.  (bonus: marisha shouting “champion, my champion!”)

having a freeze response to stress is so funny in the context of normal adult stressors. millions of years of evolution are trying to tell me that the email will not find me if i stay very still and do nothing

"He Can Keep His Tongue."

Daemon Targaryen's fingers danced upon the hilt of Dark Sister, who all but sang from the violence of her prince, bloodlust temporarily sated. What a pair they made, those brutal rogues, so eager for the slightest taste of war.

He needed no more than a moment to look upon the corpse, savoring in the justice brought by his own hand.

Whore, Vaemond had dared to call his wife. Bastards, his sons. The King had ordered the would-be usurper's tongue for such vile words, but Daemon thought his slanders better deserved to rot with him in an early grave.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon declared before his brother's court, relishing in the shock and terror echoing throughout the halls of the Red Keep.

They cowered before him, those most noble lords and ladies. Had he still the desire for chaos that ruled him in his youth, he would have brought his blade to their throats and sneered as they soiled their finery. As they begged and bled, he would have forced the truth from their lips.

It was not the witnessing of such violence that distressed them, though they would claim it so. It was not the death, nor the pain, nor the fear of meeting a similar fate.

No. It was the single stroke that silenced their precious gods. It was his own will, agonizingly more powerful than that of the Seven.

Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, husband to the princess who would soon be queen, and in the sight of men, more powerful than all the gods.

EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022) Episode 10: “The Black Queen”

More OC things because that's like all I draw 😅 MHA OC, Inkspill! Her quirk: tattoo! She can manipulate the design of her tattoo-like markings to summon various creatures, effects and weapons. The bigger and more complex the design the more powerful the effect; she's limited only by her creativity and the amount of pain she can withstand, the trade off being she experiences a burst of concentrated pain equivalent to the pain she'd experience if she was actually getting her design tattooed!

“The Painted Table had been carved and decorated at Lord Aegon’s command; a massive slab of wood, some fifty feet long, carved in the shape of Westeros, and painted to show all the woods and rivers and towns and castles of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Fire & Blood” by George RR Martin