A City Of Grief

the kintsugi kid

time loop where i keep dying to save you but clearly the loop just wants me to accept your death. im not going to but i can tell that's what it wants

just gaming x freminet doodles

eruri late night drives based on a fic i wrote: Here and Now

hello, commissions are open again! [reblogs appreciated]

hello! i'm opening commissions so i can fund grad school. payment is via ko-fi donation or paypal.

scaraether brainrot only

Hi there!

This is a complete shot in the dark, but my name is Ethan Willard, I was in Marietta (co-singer guy). I have a podcast called Commando Prompt, which is a show where we watch and review action movies. We are currently looking for new cover art for the podcast, and Evan (other co-singer guy from Marietta) told me about some of the art you made for Marietta lyrics, so here I am! Your art is so good, holy crap!

Would you be interested in coming up with cover art for Commando Prompt? The direction my co-host and I are thinking is emblematic of older Godzilla movie covers, mixed with the sort of retro-futuristic vibes from the Fallout series.

If interested, let me know and we can talk more!

Our email address is commandopromptpod@gmail.com or we can talk on Twitter/Instagram.

oh dude i would definitely be down to make some art for the podcast! i'll send you a message on instagram so you can give me more details + visual pegs/references re: how you want the art to look like :D (my ig username is: pietiau)

also uh i just want to say: listening to marietta got me through a lot. there's some kind of reassurance you get from realizing someone else has felt the way you do— especially when they put it in a way so painstakingly accurate to /how exactly/ you feel it. listening to marietta feels a lot like listening to what i used to never allow myself to say or feel and it made me feel less alone than i'd convinced myself i was.

anyway,,, i'd be yapping if i go on any longer lol basically i'm just really glad i found marietta!

thank you for reaching out and i'm really really glad you guys dig my art :D

God is something passed on by word of mouth, like fire from wick to wood. If I wasn’t given Him, would I find Him in a lightning strike? A stray spark, struck by steel? Would I overhear the word for Him in a conversation between the wind and the woods? Or the sparrow and the sun? A word is shared and a spark grows - what lies at the root of it? Silence, heavy loam, the thing shared by everything before we share it.