Drip coffee and ham sauce.

Nate Ruess smoking on a cupcake.

I dunno, what did you do last night?






(aka the last-ditch effort to keep myself from breaking something in an effort to draw a not-stupid-looking kiss. OH MY GOD I AM SO OVER THAT SHIT.)


Blogspot copy is here.

Two and a half weeks later, TA DAAAH. DONE.

(Unless anyone has a b-side they wanna see, in which case just tell me which one.)

Vices & Virtues: It Came



( Here there be monsters. Or. Well. Shane Drake. Close enough. )

♠ You guys rock. I know I require a ridiculous amount of handholding to get anything done like this, ever, so I appreciate the validation and encouragement. I'm glad it's been making people laugh.

♠ I'm strongly considering Razia's Shadow as a follow-up project.

♠ The other candidate for a follow-up would be this zombie apocalypse thing I've had rattling around in my head since October. Yeah, I know everyone and their dead grannie is doing zombie apocalypse things, but I wanna get it out of my system, and the only way that's gonna happen is if I stupid-comic it. I don't have the time, energy, or attention span to do a full-blown comic, I don't think, but if I just sorta worked through it in doodles, maybe..?

♠ Would anyone be interested in a zombie doodle comic?

♠ I know I do this like, every other post, but here it is again- Let me know if you want off this filter! Or, rather, if I should make a new filter for future stupid-comics posts so your flist isn't spammed all to hell, but you can still view the V&V ones. I'm easy.

♠ Um. Actual active bandom-type people on my flist? Should I like, make these more public? I know they're pretty lame and I mostly just do them for kicks. I have no idea of people who don't know me would think they were entertaining, but maybe?

♠ Not that it really counts, but this is sortakinda my first-ever actual completed comics project. And... I have a degree in comics. I'm just gonna fistpump a bunch and ignore the really depressing second part of that statement.




Done.

The Academy Is... split up yesterday. SURPRISE!

For a band that has maybe two songs that I can listen to without cracking up/changing tracks, I'm sort of in love with them. They're just so... sweet. With a heavy side of derp, but I think that's just part of the package. And in following with their sweet, earnest love fest cum band legacy, they just enacted what I think may be the most amicable split in the history of the internet.

( Complete with Tweets like these. )

Michael Guy Chislett and Andy Mrotek are the ones leaving, so I'm a little curious about how this whole big fourth album Bill keeps hyping is gonna get recorded, minus a lead guitar and drummer. Oh well. I'm shallow. All I care about is the continuation of stuff like-


You get the idea.

Anyway.

Vices & Virtues: It Came



( Some splits are maybe not so friendly. )

♠ The b-sides, guys. The b-sides. ♥

♠ D: + fish sticks + Saves The Day = :D (It's like Chris Conley feels all of my feelings, and then we sing about them together! yes, I am the center of the universe. why do you ask?)

♠ I feel like kind of a failure every time I look at my flist and see bbbartists calling for pinch-hitters in the first round. I know it's ridiculous and it would make me miserable to even try and that I have an art lineup as long as my arm to cram in before August, but I still feel like a lazy failure kind of. Woe.

Okay, so besides the fact that this song mentions organs. ORGANS. ♥ ♥ ♥.

Besides that.

I can't not approve of a song that makes all of my Panic!-Disney associations a reality.



Vices & Virtues: It Came




( See? Told you so. )

♠ Total amnesty still applies if you want off the filter for these. Just comment or email!

♠ I almost started setting up a website last night. The end is extremely fucking nigh.

♠ ...I wish everybody could see my cat Patrick licking the paper this is drawn on right now. Specifically the picture of Pete Wentz.

♠ Someday I'll stop mentioning my cats every post. I promise.

♠ Everyone should have a second chance to appreciate aquidis's efforts in Photoshop.

♠ Caaaaalm yourself, Saportaaaa.

You know when you're in seventh grade and you send the kid you like a note "Do you like me??? Check yes or no :D", with little check-boxes and all the i's dotted in hearts?

That is what this song makes me think of.

It makes me happy.

Vices & Virtues: It Came

you were warned.


stuff's under the cut.

( We ♥ our metaphors )

♠ I'm not actually tin-hatting. Sometimes I just need to make adorable things.

♠ Ryan's just cranky because cable-knit isn't as awesome as Rosevest.

♠ Fictional Jon Walker is my favorite.


( Other Things: )

In no particular order, I give you...

Vices & Virtues: It Came.
a series
run while you still can

(sorry, I'm not used to doing these things full-page, you might wanna click and magnify. Ugh.)

Now, I don't want anyone to get excited- I can't do the kind of photo-realism I used here for Shane Drake in all my comics. It'd take way too long. Sorry to disappoint.
(Ryan didn't have time for a complete costume change after the Baywatch thing, but he hopes you like his bubble pipe.)

And really. Can I just commend the shit out of whoever's in charge of Panic!'s advertising PR right now? I'm not even kidding, this is my favorite new album ad in the history of ever. Veni, vidi...
( Don't blame the artist, it's the advertising's fault. )

There was other work-type stuff I was gonna write about, but my attention span just died.

Calendar next, I feel?

Or Memories..?

...Or Trade Mistakes...


OH MY GOD, GUYS. MY WIP LIST RIGHT NOW. IT'S TERRIFYING.

So first there was this:



And then there was this:



Now, who the hell would I be to disappoint?





(Yeah, I'm aware that Spencer is the one who ends up in the actual Lederhosen, sorry. The universe's need for a cartoon of Brendon Urie in Lederhosen just felt worth the artistic liberty.)

( And this is what the inside of my head looks like right now. )

Oh, and-

1. If you're totally over this shit and would like a little less spam on your flist, just let me know. Total amnesty, no hard feelings, I'll just take you off the filter. ♥

2. On the other hand, if you think this shit is supermegafoxyawesomehot and want to bare witness to a version of anything (or everything, including the bigger stuff) that isn't some lameass teeny-weenie LJ image, again, lemme know. I can just email them to you or something. This especially goes for those people whose, uh, original material is being viciously abused here by me and my apparent newfound penchant for creative liberty. I'm just posting under a filter so I don't make the civilians on my flist hate me, I pretty much don't care if my stuff gets reposted, just so long as you credit and let me know so I can go and bask in the epic validation this provides.
Holy shit, guys, 70 fucking comments on that first one? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

...I need to get off my ass and make a website or something already. For serious.

Princess Brendon hates you and hopes you die.



And by 'you' he means everybody who isn't finding him pants.





Those individuals chiefly responsible for this?

Yeah.

You guys. Raise your hands so we can see you.

Tell me...

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY BRAIN?