aumphloushemintyme
aumphloushemintyme
Yumia's Art and Other Things
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Artist, Game Developer, and Creator of Worlds.You can find me wherever I don't belong.Pronouns are up to your discretion. Choose wisely.
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aumphloushemintyme · 3 days ago
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Different Stories Resonate with Different People
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aumphloushemintyme · 4 days ago
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my goat is sweaty
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aumphloushemintyme · 5 days ago
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todays miku lies within a complex, an aberration
Room Miku
design inspired by the yt series by _boisvert, i made a parody of his oc about a year ago but replaced with miku, ill share it again cuz i spent too long on it lol
MikuMonth 27/30 (almost there!)
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aumphloushemintyme · 5 days ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 21 days ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 22 days ago
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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”
Well I see that, and I raise you this:
An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.
And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.
He’s crushed by the competition every single time.
Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 
There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.
And he wins.
Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 
The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.
So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.
He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”
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aumphloushemintyme · 23 days ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 27 days ago
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This is like one of the yu gi oh cards of all time tho. Like blue eyes white woman is very much a card that exists.
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There ya go!
new mtg card blue eyes white woman
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aumphloushemintyme · 1 month ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 1 month ago
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I think social media apps are missing the option to let you talk like an indie rpg character. Like i want to be able to make my text tremble and start going in loops to represent my rapidly deteriorating mental state.
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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obsolete angel
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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Thanks y’all for all the notes!
More art coming soon, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed by school and life as of late.
I’ve been planning a sort of interactive comic which should release sometime within the next month, so stay tuned for that!
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aumphloushemintyme · 2 months ago
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future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy
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