#Large molds

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

fallout needs more mold in it

[arkvelds]

b - blackveil vaal hazak

moldy fuck

honeslty. major downgrade from my astalos drawing, but hopefully i'll just go up from here. crimson glow valstrax is next!

[smash-chu]

Have to ask, how do you come up with such amazing fan VP designs? I'm aware of the animals you use but the shapes, colors, and details for them! Just, wow!

It's a result of vigorous study of the existing piñatas from VP and trying to make things in the same design spirit, i blame obsessing over the franchise as a kid and having it ingrained in my mind ever since. It's influenced my designs overall, even when not making piñatas, patterns and wacky shapes is my bread and butter :V

Though the process itself feels rather straightforward to me since i do it so often it's not really that different than when making other designs. Start with throwing scribbles around until ya find something that fits just right and continue from there.

Shapewise i tend to start with focusing on one particular shape that i think would be funny and or embodies the essence of the animal in question, piñatas have no bones and as such can be literally any shape you can think of. Let's use the Pandhaw i have been working on recently as an example:

When i think "panda" my first instinct is a rounded shape, after all real life pandas are pretty rounded and compact. However i didn't feel the oval / egg shape was that unique, it felt very obvious, so i messed around with potential other shapes. And thus ended up with the rounded wedge shape, moving the legs to the front rather than below just to make the shape stand out further. A lot of the process goes into pushing the general shapes in different directions, just to get something that looks interesting and quirky.

The colors and patterns are harder to describe how i come up with them, as i just sorta pick colors i think would look nice together based on color theory. I don't limit myself to the colors of the animal itself because that'd be boring and not piñata like, since they do not have realistic colors - like have you seen a rainbow colored hedgehog? Don't think so. With the Pandhaw i had a focus on green and purple since the very beginning, because that felt like a fun and odd color combo that isn't directly "panda" but can be used to still convey the iconic panda markings. If an animal doesn't have a striking pattern or markings as is then i just mess around with different shapes to make interesting patterns.

It's also fun to keep in mind the general vibe / personality of the piñata, it helps with picking shapes, colors and patterns. The Pandhaw is a goofy and bumbling critter, thus making it look silly was important to me. If that makes sense :V

I'm not the best at describing my design process, but hopefully this gave some additional insights :3

[yuanwang]

save me asian ocs.. save me...

[mrsoharaa]

˗ˏˋ ❥︎ Noo I can't stop thinking about the way Miguel would just nestle oh so comfortably at the foot of your couch, holds your right leg over his wide lap and gives you a soothing, perfect foot/leg rub/massage while you read your book (or try to at least- this man knows how to give really great foot/leg rubs/massages in general! so it makes it hard for your to fully concentrate on your book!). 🕷 ♡ ଓ ˎˊ˗

[ketxup-kid]

I have ants all over my room. They always come in more numbers than the day before.

Sometimes I wake up with the ants crawling up my spine.

Sometimes the ants come to take away the bodies of their compatriots.

I respect them for it, I think. I just wish they would find a different battleground.

I am tired of this slaughter, and so i no longer kill the ants. And so they come in larger, greater numbers than before.

I am afraid of them, in a sense.

Not genuinely, more just a semblance of tired annoyance stemming from my mother.

I have mold growing in a teacup by my bed. I have no desire to wash it. No need to.

My mother is frantic now. So desperately tired. She slams her broom onto the ants. Tells me to do the same.

They are just as tired of dying as I am of killing them.

They work and toil to keep the colony alive.

My mother is like an ant in that sense.

And because she is my mother, I am like her, and so I am an ant.

But my mother has a murderous fury. And I have my father's willfull ignorance. I let rot thrive.

Maybe my mother will tire of my ignorance and she will come to kill the ants in my room. Maybe she will rid me of my teacup. Maybe she will kill every last one of the ants. And becasue she is an ant, and because that makes me an ant,

Maybe she will kill me too.

[monards]

can a girl ramble aboutthe way you can interpret so many parts of the propaganda and characterization of rhine by other the people/general populace of teyvat as people largely antagonizing neurodivergent traits without being chased with pitchforks and torches.

[decepti-thots]

i cannot believe this isn't fake. an actual mainline senator shockwave toy. in TWENTY TWENTY THREE

[saturnniidae]

🌻

Man I forgot valentines day is a real thing people care about and got jumpscared when I went out earlier alsogot my hair bleached It's dehydrated piss yellow until I have enough dye to cover my whole head then I'm going back to purple 🎉🎉

I have perfected my lab grown mold spore and will soon unleash him

[moe-broey]

Taking a shower during daylight hours will have you asking such compelling and provocative questions. Such as "How long has this wet bandaid been on the floor" and "oh god that's the worst texture in the world" and "Is that a fucking moldy bandaid? Enmoldened? Bandaid?" and other enlightening moments such as "Oh there is SO much mold. There is actually so much mold" and once again asking some extremely evocative controversial questions such as "where do we keep the gloves again" and "should I be wearing a mask actually" and "does this window even open?" (It does not.) and "how did it get this bad"

[hostradio]

the  first  person  alastor  ever  killed  was  his  father.

and  if  you  were  somehow  able  to  pester  the  truth  out  of  him  (  perhaps  with  a  few  glasses  of  whiskey  in  tow  )  that's  probably  how  he  would  spin  it  —  painting  himself  an  unempathetic  slaughterer  of  his  own  flesh  and  blood,  with  exactly  the  sort  of  macabre  whimsy  you  would  expect.  from  the  way  alastor  would  tell  the  tale,  he  doesn't  make  it  out  to  be  some  big  grandiose  act  of  vengeance  or  spite  or  what  have  you.  he  honestly  acts  more  enthused  about  the  fact  it  was  his  first  murder  than  the  identity  of  the  victim  in  question  —  like  it  could  have  been  anyone,  but  (  as  an  inconsequential  little  footnote  )  it  just  so  happened  to  be  dear  old  dad.

it's  all  an  act,  of  course.  though  not  necessarily  in  the  way  you  might  expect  —  because  the  first  person  alastor  ever  killed  was  indeed  his  own  father,  but  the  part  he'll  always  conveniently  neglect  to  share  is  that  it  was  a  complete  accident.

yes,  he  has  always  been  a  momma's  boy  and  yes  he  was  never  particularly  fond  of  his  dad  —  but  the  situation  is  not  nearly  so  cut  and  dry.  his  father  was  barely  around  when  he  was  growing  up.  (  long  stretches  of  time  spent  toiling  away  on  a  ship,  or  so  he  was  told.  was  that  the  truth?  who  knows.  he  doesn't  care.  )  his  mother  was  the  person  he  spent  more  time  around  than  anyone,  and  the  inverse  was  also  true  —  so  it's  only  natural  that  they  would  be  quite  close.  she  was  a  kind  soul,  the  sort  with  a  faint  tinge  of  loneliness  only  truly  noticeable  in  those  quiet  moments  when  she  believed  no  one  was  looking.  i  think  there's  a  part  of  al  that  always  felt  somewhat  protective  over  her,  even  when  he  was  just  a  child  —  not  necessarily  because  she  was  fragile  or  helpless,  but  rather  because  she  was  all  he  had.  comparatively,  his  father  was  basically  a  stranger.  he  didn't  really  speak  with  him,  didn't  really  go  out  of  his  way  to  interact  with  him  even  when  he  was  around.  he  quietly  resented  the  moments  his  dad  was  home,  because  children  are  more  intuitive  than  they  get  credit  for  and  he  could  feel  how  the  atmosphere  of  the  house  changed  for  the  worse  whenever  he  was  present.

there  was  always  tension  present  in  his  parents'  marriage.  (  i  don't  think  al  has  ever  really  witnessed  what  a  healthy  marriage  looks  like.  )  it  wasn't  physically  abusive,  but  there  was  a  very  clear  cycle  of  lovebombing,  gaslighting  and  neglect.  things  would  get  bad,  and  then  his  father  would  start  babbling  those  same  old  tired  promises  —  he  can  change!  he  can  get  better!  just  give  him  a  chance!  again,  again,  again.  and  perhaps  there  would  be  brief  stints  of  time  wherein  he  would  try  to  make  good  on  those  hollow  reassurances,  before  inevitably  sliding  back  into  old  habits.  alcohol  and  infidelity  and  verbal  abuse.  there  was  no  love  in  this  marriage,  just  two  people  trapped  in  an  unhealthy  situation  because  clinging  to  the  rotted  planks  of  this  sinking  ship  was  the  best  bet  they  had  to  keep  from  drowning.  frogs  trapped  in  a  pot  of  boiling  water.  (  hand  in  unlovable  hand.  )  and  alastor  was  there  to  witness  it  all.  never  the  focus,  never  subjected  to  the  abuse  directly,  but  still  molded  by  its  presence  nevertheless.

he  intervened  only  once  —  the  single  time  his  father  actually  did  lay  hands  on  his  mother  in  alastor's  presence.  he  was  in  his  teens  at  that  point,  fresh  off  a  growth  spurt  that  left  him  nearly  as  tall  as  the  man  himself  —  and  perhaps  that's  the  reason  why  he  underestimated  his  own  strength.  alastor  really  only  intended  to  get  him  away  from  her,  but  the  force  of  the  shove  sent  him  stumbling  and  his  neck  came  down  on  the  edge  of  the  countertop  at  the  perfect  angle  to  snap  it.

he  can  still  recall  the  sight  of  him  laying  there,  body  jerking,  head  twisted  in  such  a  way  that  just  didn't  feel  right.  a  cold,  twisting  sensation  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  like  he's  just  swallowed  a  mouthful  of  seawater.  (  no  guilt.  no  fear.  only  numbness.  )  then  a  warm  hand  resting  on  his  shoulder  and  a  familiar  voice  telling  him  it's  okay.  it's  going  to  be  okay.  for  what  is  a  mother  if  not  the  one  to  come  swooping  in  when  her  child  has  created  a  mess?

they  buried  him  together  in  secret.  never  spoke  a  word  of  it  again.  and  as  far  as  anyone  was  concerned,  alastor's  father  just  never  came  home  one  day.

[pyxxie-nyxxie]

hi mold anti-honesty hour. opionions on decay and mushrooms and well. mold ? :3

all must be cleansed and eradicated away. the world has no need for such things.

[arakiincel]

my mold jacket will not survive the winter i fear

[mirror-imaged]

call me the gusher the way i made that fruit. juice.

[meatriarchived2]

yknow, thinking about it, i think literally the only times nancy manifests in life Not as a horrid and vile person is when the dires grow into their domestic routes and even then she isnt really Kind shes just. a grandmother,

[deermouth]

roadways out of chicago are wild like that is a fucking org of nism (fun way of saying organism if you have problems)