#Uncanny valley
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
It’s been said before but the easy comparison of so many of DC BB guys (Black hair, Blue eyes) makes for a weird thought
Superman, literal alien from a different solar system, looks just like Bruce Wayne and he’s just a guy. He also looks like Captain Marvel, who is a child that turns into a magical human.
Which means Kryptonians are just way too human looking and can bypass the uncanny valley with shocking ease or this rich bougie boy and the homeless magic one have something up in how they look that lets the literal alien pass themselves off as them on multiple occasions
72 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fenton’s right there—in the corner of the hallway, crowded between a row of dented lockers and his two ever-present shadows—the same as every other morning.
He’s still here—alive.
Dash swipes Fenton’s arm into a vice grip—he’s real; flesh and bone and blood that rushes to the surface of his skin, blossoming into patchy, mottled bruises. The sight of it has his hackles lowering—the white, crescent bite of blunt fingernails. His shoulders sag with each relief-filled breath. His grip loses strength and nearly falls to his side at the sight of the bruises left behind by every single finger on his trembling right hand. The chill that runs up his spine whenever Fenton gets too close dissipates just a little, just enough for the faint trembling to cease.
Fenton is here—alive.
He has nothing to do with the bones buried beneath the twisting tree that had sprouted from nothing deep within the woods that lined the edges of Amity Park. He has nothing to do with the swaying branches that grow flowers the colour of Danny’s clear blue eyes, nor the roots that glow a sinister green as they coil their way around the carefully buried remains of a boy who had once been their age, laid to rest with a model rocket wound beneath one arm and a hazmat suit—charred and faded—tucked beneath the skull.
The flowers had held no scent and the swaying branches had made no sound, but its silvery leaves had offered shelter from the rain. Its gnarled trunk blocked the biting wind and its roots coiled protectively around the remains from which it had sprouted. The ground around it flourished, with moss carpeting the base of its trunk, growing healthy and vibrant, with mushrooms that grew in bioluminescent clumps that chased the shadows with a haunting glow.
It was a foreboding oasis not meant to be disturbed—a place that he and Kwan hadn’t meant to stumble upon.
But none of that mattered now. Not when Dash now knew for certain that Danny still cowered in the corners of Casper High’s crowded corridors. Now that he knew that the half-smudged name scrawled on the base of the model rocket couldn't have possibly spelt out the name Daniel Fenton.
Not with the irrefutable proof seared onto pale, freezing flesh.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp#dribble drabble#Home of Renn#dash baxter#corpse AU#creepy danny fenton#somethings wrong with danny fenton#uncanny valley
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?
#soma game#whos lila#perfect blue#us 2019#doppleganger#uncanny valley#american psycho#lake mungo#horror#psychological horror#*charlie day Pepe Silvia voice* You know your haunted by the ghost of yourself? The absence of who you are. It’s the alienation of self.#the mandela catalogue#greylock#unreality#black swan
8K notes
·
View notes
Note
Would any of the international characters (Fei, Aeon, Jessica etc.) have angels?
Okay, you inspired me to dust off my tablet. I don't see myself fitting them into the story proper, so for fun, here's Fei, Aeon, and Jess. Uh, keep in mind that I haven't watched either of these specials:
I hate LadyDragon's McDonald's Ass color scheme.
I deviated from the "sort of but not a school uniform" for Fei cuz I think she deserves some funky cool CLAMP fashion. she's too good for the boring jeans and tshirt they gave her, though if she's tight on money then it makes some sense.
In this AU, Aeon totally knows what she's doing with her naked and weird named angel. She's having a big laugh behind that vacant smile when people kick up a fuss. At least in tHIS universe, she's just a doll!
Originally I was gonna put her blue sun thing as a patch on the blazer but her hair covered it up, so it's moved to the cuff. My rule for translating most of the characters is Make the Hair Bigger lol thus the massive braid for Eagle. Spoiler Alert, but in the anime there are three angel characters that sprout angel wings and it's never?? explained how???? I guess we're supposed to accept it as another possible glitch, so I think Jess would feel real proud of unlocking it and making it her own with the eagle wings.
#alau#angelic layer au#my art#alau art#jess#eagle#aeon#uncanny valley#fei#ladydragon#lady dragon#why are there so many dragon ladies in this show#alau ask
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
You tear your way back into my life like a molar, filled with rot, dancing into twisted shapes within my head with no end in sight.
ꨄ︎
#gothic americana#rural decay#ruralcore#small town gothic#americana#ethel cain#ethel cain aesthetic#preachers daughter#coquette#dollette#morute#religious trauma#rural gothic#rural america#midwest#midwestern gothic#teeth#cavities#girl rotting#girlblogger#femcel#nicole dollanganger#natural born losers#uncanny valley#dream core#bones and all#carrie white#perverts ethel cain#liminal#grungette
966 notes
·
View notes
Text
How would a meager human mind evoke the essence of the unknowable Stranger? With this.
#tma#the magnus archives#tma fanart#the stranger#nikola orsinov#tma podcast#rusty quill#i do not know you#my art#jarchivist#the magnus pod#the magnus institute#creepy art#uncanny valley
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
do people in the DCU ever experience uncanny valley(uncanny valley is a psychological phenomenon that describes the feeling of unease or discomfort that people experience when they encounter an object that is almost human but not quite) with some of the more human looking aliens?
like Clark Kent—why can’t people tell he’s not human? everything he does is like carefully calculated to look human, is that why no one notices that he isn’t human?
is he just so good at pretending?
or maybe people get an uneasy feeling when they first meet Clark but he’s such a nice guy and no one else seems to feel it, so they just ignore it?
what about Conner Kent? he’s half human, would he still set off the whole uncanny valley feeling?
what about Jon? he’s also half human, but he’s not a clone. he has a human mother, does that change anything? he’s been going to a school with humans for an average human child amount of time
do the bats(who have definitely been trained to trust their instincts and gut feelings) automatically think “this might not be a human” when encountering an alien that hasn’t revealed themselves as nonhuman?
does Jason Todd set it off? I know he’s human, but he’s been dead before. and the feeling evolved from needing to distinguish the deceased and the diseased(and infectious) from healthy and alive people. so would he set it off?
just some questions swirling around in brain
#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#clark kent#conner kent#bruce wayne#batman#batfam#batfamily#red hood#red robin#superman#uncanny valley#dc comics#dcu#dc universe#dc robin
652 notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome to Poznan train station! We have:
UNNECESSARILY LONG UNDERGROUND CORRIDOR
573 notes
·
View notes
Text
#weirdcore#dreamcore#liminal#liminal aesthetic#liminal spaces#oddcore#weirdcore aesthetic#dream#dreamcore aesthetic#nostalgia#uncanny#uncanny valley#dereality#unreality#my edit#my post
261 notes
·
View notes
Text
Part One
A large part of the Steve Harrington lore was that he left his throne, his popularity, childhood best friends behind--for Nancy Wheeler.
This was a lie.
It wasn’t even one he encouraged--and Steve had done some damage control in the aftermath of that whole thing with the tunnels.
He volunteered, dropped hints to the right crowd.
It took time, but eventually, his insistence that he’d changed, left his old crew behind to become a better version of himself, began to stick.
Or at least it did with the people who mattered.
It took Starcourt for him to realize that wasn’t really the truth either.
Steve did want to be a better person. He was working actively on being a better person.
But…
(But he still heard screams from a bus in the junkyard when he slept. Felt fear lick down his spine as he charged in, knowing he was the only thing standing between three dumb kids and a painful, shitty death.
But he still heard Dustin, full of conviction, tell his friends that Steve was the only person he could find.
But now he had a “bad” shoulder, a “twinge” in his ribs, and a head that was plagued by migraines, all of which made him look in the mirror and ask himself “What if I hadn’t gone with them?)
…you couldn’t be there for someone, couldn’t protect someone, if you were too busy playing high school bullies with your friends.
Robin would likely argue these were simply the reasons he wanted to be a better person, but Robin now ranked as one of Steve’s top 10 personal regrets--even if he was pretty sure they’d become best friends.
Because Steve was the oldest. He’d graduated high school for fucks sake, he should have shut Dustin down the second he realized what was happening was legitimate.
He absolutely should not have let Robin get involved and Erica--
He can’t even really think about Erica, no matter how much Erica herself argues elsewise.
At the very least, Steve can admit to himself he protected them in the end.
Got beat to shit and had to fake his death alongside Hopper to do it, but they all got out.
Alive.
Unscathed.
Hopefully to put this whole fucking thing past them once Owens finished cleaning house in the government.
Unfortunately life--and Eddie fucking Munson--was not ready to put anything to rest.
Munson in fact, seemed hellbent on disturbing what he could--and Steve, wholly haunted by the fact the kids always came to him, couldn’t let him do it alone.
At least, he thought with grim distaste, as he followed Munson’s weaving path to the ruins of Starcout, he was getting his car out of it.
xXx
Uncanny valley doesn’t do Steve’s feelings justice.
Starcourt was laid out in a giant L, and coming at it from the outer edges like he and Munson did means everything looks disturbingly normal.
Off putting, if only because it’s 10 in the morning and not a soul is in the mall, but otherwise?
Like nothing ever went wrong.
As they move closer to the center, things begin to unravel.
It’s not noticeable at first. Not unless you’re looking. The litter on the floor, the little piles of weird looking debris.
The stains.
Nothing that outwardly screams “something horrible happened here” but it's coming--and though Munson is creeping along just as quietly as Steve is, he knows the guy isn’t on edge in the same way.
Why would he be? Nothing Steve said had managed to deter him, and given Steve can’t exactly explain what happened or why he’s playing possum, Munson was plenty confident about going forward with his little B&E.
At least not until they finally turn the corner, and the destruction hits them full force.
Glass and chunks of plaster cover the ground like confetti. Lights hang sideways or lay smashed on the floor, as do pieces of doors (and railings and half of the entire upper floor.)
The place looks like something out of a disaster film--which Steve supposes, is exactly what it is.
If the disaster was supernatural in nature, and also caused by a giant monster made out of the melted flesh.
(God, his life was weird.)
“What the hell happened here?” Eddie said, eyes wide as he took in the damage.
Steve tried to imagine what it must look like for him. Looked at the scene and tried to pretend he was someone who wasn’t in the know, who thought the mall had been destroyed by a fire and subsequent structural collapse.
Could almost convince himself one could buy it--if it weren’t for the smears of blood that still stained the floor.
He stared at said smears, trying to match up which puddle was the one Billy died in, in comparison to all the other stains that the feds hadn’t bothered to remove.
Recalled the way Max screamed, fighting her way towards her step-brother when he finally fell.
The yell Billy himself had let out, when he’d managed to shake off the Mindflayer, long enough to give El the time she needed.
Steve hadn’t really thought about it until now.
Billy’s death.
Hadn’t really had time too, given Owens had pulled him and a handful of others out of the ambulance and forced them into hiding.
(From the fucking Russians still hanging around, apparently, though that had been Owens flimsy excuse. Murray and Hopper and long guessed it was something far closer to home.
“You ever think about how weird that was? That Russians made it to Hawkins and no one ever noticed?” Hopper had asked, a beer in the same hand that had an IV sticking out of the back of it. “Given the lab was right across town you think they’d be watching for that kinda thing.”
“Please Jim, I am begging you, for once, to use your head. They didn’t get here without assistance and they certainly didn’t do it without help from our own government.” Murray had scoffed in return.
He held two lit cigarettes in his hand, and was reaching for a third.
“Why the hell would the US military let in Russians?"
“An excellent question, and I’ll return it with one of my own. If we assume we are being lied too, and all the Russians are actually gone, why would Owens still need to hide us?"
“...Fuck.”
“Fuck indeed.”)
Now, Steve found he had all the time in the world to contemplate Billy Hargrove and his mostly unnoticed possession. His supposed sacrifice.
Had it redeemed him, the way movies and TV shows always said that kind of death, did?
Steve imagined the sneered grin on Billy’s face that night at the Byers. Felt phantom knuckles brush across his face, the fury that had ignited within him when Billy hadn’t gone for him, but for Lucas.
Compared it to his own fight with Jonathan in ‘82.
The words he’d allowed Tommy to spray upon the theater sign regarding his own girlfriend. The camera he’d destroyed.
The demogorgon in the Byers house, lights flashing as it tore through the wall.
If things had been different, if Steve hadn’t survived back then--would people wonder the same things about him? Would they ask themselves if his sacrifice was worth it--if it proved he was a good person, under it all?
“Harrington?”
Steve jumped, startling when Munson nudged him.
“You good, man?” He asked, and Steve almost laughed at him because no, he definitely was not good.
He can’t say that though, and so he does what he always does. Shoves the thoughts down, puts the feelings back inside a box in his mind.
Lies.
“Yeah--fine.” He said, brushing off his staring. “Come on, Scoops is that way.”
He gestures, ignoring the concerned look that’s overtaken Munson’s face.
Panicking he knows, will not get his keys back, and neither will it help him learn what idiot is poking around the Upside Down this time.
Because for all of Murray's conspiracies, he doesn’t actually think the feds are Munson’s benefactor. Owens had been inclined to agree, when Steve first reported this entire situation back.
It’s definitely not his parents, who are conveniently overseas in London.
That leaves very little options, including a disturbing possibility of a new player to the game, and given all the green goo Steve had seen, the way they all know it does--something, to help power the gate...
It’d be nice to get ahead of things for once, instead of scrambling to catch up.
(Screw Hopper and Owens and everyone who told Steve to stay out of it.
He knew damn well Munson wouldn’t listen to his warnings.
Wouldn’t back off and definitely wouldn’t leave it alone.
Hopper’s half-delirious (and morphine fueled) rants about this finally being a wakeup call for Munson if he didn’t listen wasn’t going to make up for the blood on Steve's hands if the guy went in there without him and died. )
Walking through Scoop's is almost more unnerving than walking through the mall itself. Likely because Steve spent time here, and seeing it in it's destroyed state--lights off, ice cream melted and fouling the air with the a rancid stench do him no favors.
The You Suck board is laying haphazardly on the floor.
Steve forces himself to walk by it, and breathes only through his mouth.
“Your locker, my liege!” Munson crows as they enter the back part of Scoop’s, throwing out an arm at it like he’s presenting a game show prize. “Shall we see if the treasure we seek is behind door number one?”
Steve rolls his eyes, but remains quiet as he steps up and enters his combination.
It swings open as easily as it ever had, and there, hanging from the crooked hook, is the car keys Steve is so desperately after.
Munson throws his hands in the air, like Steve’s just shot the winning basket of a game.
“Score!” He yells, and Steve grins reflexively even as he shushes him.
“Now," Munson says dramatically, "the hunt begins for our second prize.”
Steve rolls his eyes.
“I told you I don’t have a class ring.”
“And yet they have me searching for one anyway.” Like a hound zeroing in on a trail, he immediately orients to the back of Scoop’s, waltzing through to the backrooms like this was everyday for him.
Given his confusing and handwaved excuse of how he got involved in this, Steve suppose it could be.
(He had decided, sometime between the first and fifth time he’d tried to get Eddie to explain how, exactly he’d been roped into this little mission, that the man could never meet Dustin.
Henderson was already too good at steamrolling over Steve, explaining nothing other than the facts that would force them all to do what the little shit wanted, all the while leading them further into trouble.
He didn’t need to befriend someone like Munson, whose mastery of the same bullshit had him doing, well.
This.)
To the end of the hall Eddie skipped, and Steve kept his eyes on his jacket. Some sort of demon thing was posed on the back, a shirt that had been ripped up and resewn to be a backpatch.
It was better than looking at anything else back here.
It took them no time at all to reach their destination.
The door down had a shiny new lock on it. A big thing, with chains so thick Steve briefly wondered if they were worried about containment.
Had they pulled something through the gate, before it had exploded?
The base was large--larger than Steve had seen, and he'd passed room after room when running around down there.
No one had the time to explore, and one would assume any and all monsters had been removed from the premise but there was always that little tickling feeling.
The one that chanted 'What if...'
Unfortunately, the lock did nothing to detour this little jaunt.
Munson dropped to his knees in front of a door, hair pin in hand. He fiddled with the lock for a moment and Steve took it to visualize how different things might have been if the older teen had been there with them.
How much easier some of it would have been.
(Not that Steve wanted to involve anyone else in this mess.
He'd carry the guilt of dragging Erica and Robin both into it for the rest of his life, not matter what either had to say about the matter. Dustin he knew he couldn't stop, but then, Steve doubted they'd have even made it that far without the girls.)
A click sounded, and Eddie looked up, eyes bright with a wild grin on his face.
“Open sesame.” He purred as he stood, the door opening under his hands. He pushed on it, revealing the dark gaping maw of a stairwell.
Dread hit Steve like a wave.
“We shouldn’t go down there.” He said.
They had already had this conversation, but Steve felt the overwhelming urge to revisit it on grounds that he still isn’t sure how exactly, Munson got him to agree to come in the first place, and also, now that he was thinking of it, because the guy reminded him of Dustin.
“We shouldn’t be here at all.” Munson countered, springing back to his feet. “But some of us need this little thing called money.”
He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, as if Steve needed the extra visual.
“If you’re giving me the car--and the car keys--what's the point of going after the ring?” Steve tried, staring down the stairwell before him. “Aren’t they gonna like, not pay you for not finding anything?”
Munson made a dismissive noise, waving his hands in the air like he was dispersing smoke.
“Eddie.” Steve said, and knew by the way Munson looked at him that the use of his first name hit as intended. “I mean it, man.”
There was no point in going through with the rest of it. No point at all.
“And I told you I was given a side mission to my main mission, and a little industry secret for ya here Harrington,"
Steve watched as cheshire-cat like grin lit up Munson’s face, in a way eerie similar to Dustin’s gummy smile. "the side missions always pay more.”
“What's under there isn’t--this isn’t--it’s not safe.” Steve fired back, hating how he fumbled the words, like a ball slipping through his hands.
Munson scoffed.
“Life ain’t safe.”
“This is different.” He tried to argue and hated how stubborn Munson was being about this.
It almost made him feel bad about all the time’s Robin had protested.
(Idly Steve wondered if this was how she felt. Like she was getting dragged along--like she had to go.
Did her insides feel scooped out? Stomach hollow and head hurting?
Or had the excitement blinded her too much to feel the way the walls seemed to press in?)
Steve’s gut clenched with worry, and he shook his head to clear the anxiety.
Met Munson's gaze and desperately thought of something to say to convince him to walk away.
Some of that must have bled onto his face, because Munson was giving him an odd, searching look.
“I’ll make you a deal, Steve-O." He said. "You give me two good reasons why we shouldn’t go down there, and if they’re really convincing, I might agree to skip it.”
“I signed NDAs.” Steve sighed, because this was an argument they’d also already had.
Twice in fact--once, when Eddie first found him, alive and very much not dead as reported, and the second time when he approached Steve with his “retrieval project.”
(Both times at the goddamn gas station, which Steve would now be avoiding for life.)
On eyebrow raised. “Over a mallfire?”
“I think,” Steve said dryly, gesturing around to the destruction that surrounded them, “that you’ve figured out it wasn’t a mallfire.”
Technically he wasn't even supposed to say that, but then, Steve had long stopped caring if he actually broke the stupid thing.
The real issue was that the story sounded like something out of a bad horror film--fake and ridiculous. If he tried to explain it, Munson would assume Steve had finally cracked.
Or, more likely, decide he was being made fun of, and react accordingly.
(They couldn't afford to fight here, and neither did Steve want Munson storming off.)
“Well duh. But then, you’re the one who won’t say what really happened here.” Munson waggled his eyebrows in a way that was so cartoony Steve was mildly impressed a person could pull it off.
He sighed a second time.
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“You keep saying that and you keep not trying me.” Eddie leaned against the door frame. “Come on Harrington. Two reasons.”
Steve tried.
Ran through what might convince Munson to leave it all alone.
Figured the guy was kind of like Dustin, in that he couldn’t be too vague (because it would just intrigue him) and he couldn’t be too honest (because any idiot could see Munson would be all over some kind of government conspiracy.)
“The fact the building might pancake on us at any moment isn't enough?" He asked, unsure if sounding desperate was the right move here (an equally unsure if he could hide it if it was.)
He’d hadn’t tried this route before--hadn’t thought Munson would go for it.
Not when he'd waived off every other attempt Steve could think of, to stop this.
“Nah, I trust my source, this place will hold.” Munson leaned forward, deep into Steve’s space and though Steve waivered back, he let the older teen get close. “You’ve been off ever since we came in here, Harrington. I want to know why.”
“I was in the fire. Munson. I did almost die."
He still had a bruise left to prove it.
"That ain't it and you know it."
"I don't know what else to tell you then." Steve said, angry. why was the guy making this so hard? Why couldn't he just fucking listen!?
“Not even two reasons?”
“There’s not--” Steve closed his eyes, frustrated. “I’ve given you far more than two reasons!”
“Not any good ones.”
“I don’t know what you want from me. "Steve admitted finally. "because I told you, you wouldn’t believe the rest of it--”
Munson didn't let his rant pick up steam. instead he pulled himself back, interrupting Steve.
“Then down the rabbit hole we go, Alice!”
Quick as a flash he was down the stairs and Steve bit back a curse as he rushed to follow.
“Munson--come on, wait!” He yelled back.
Eddie, of course, did no such thing.
It took everything he had in him to rush after, but Steve did it anyway.
What else was he good for?
#uncanny valley#steddie#lmao why did I ever think this was a two parter#starcourt#s4 au#Steve harrington has PTSD#and needs a hug#bad#0o0 fanfics#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#no one ever writes about them going back#time to fix that
390 notes
·
View notes
Text
tma sonas for my gf and I because ummmm uhhh
#she hasn’t even listened to da podcast……….#PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THEM I WANNA RAMBLE#also I knowwwww the stranger and the eye do not go together at ALL but that’s the fun of it yk?#to be an unknowable creature loved by something all knowing? trusting they won’t use their knowledge to hurt you? ugh whatever#the magnus archives#tma#tma sona#tma oc#tma fanart#tma the stranger#tma the eye#starry eyed#uncanny valley
992 notes
·
View notes
Text
⋆˚。⋆ ⋆˚。⋆Mulholland Drive (2001) dir. David Lynch⋆˚。⋆ ⋆˚。⋆⋆
#mulholland drive#2001#david lynch#naomi watts#laura harring#diane selwyn#2000s#wlw film#cinematography#movie screenshots#movie screencaps#movie screengrabs#movie frames#cinematography appreciation#movie#movies#escapism through film#the beauty of cinema#cinephile#letterboxd#photoset#filmedit#aesthetic#vibrant#abstract#surrealism#fever dream#colour palette#uncanny valley#2000s aesthetic
488 notes
·
View notes
Text
BOY, WAS HE JEALOUS!
art piece that I'm very proud of, took a few days and my computer scaring the shit out of me and deleting the file on my onedrive, but its DONE!
Still ver below :3 I recommend clicking on the picture to see all the details!
theres a few lil easter eggs if you look hard enough ;)
#my art#wreck it ralph#turbo wreck it ralph#wir#wreck it ralph fanart#wreck it ralph turbo#wir turbo#turbo wir#turbotime#turbo#turbotastic#disney#digital art#digital illustration#digital painting#digital drawing#drawings#artists on tumblr#eyestrain#horror#creepy#gif#scopohobia tw#rainbow#glitchcore#glitch art#uncanny valley#uncanny art#thatcher effect#optical illusion
266 notes
·
View notes
Text
At first I thought the Toymaker’s “too many teeth” reveal was meant to be an uncanny valley effect; a personification of something that isn’t human pretending to be human. Like an AI image that doesn’t wholly complete its replica of a person, despite its efforts. And maybe that truly is what it’s meant to be for us.
But then I remembered that The Master became one of these teeth by LOSING A GAME to the Toymaker. This carries the implication that the Toymaker may have Too Many Teeth because his mouth is full of TROPHIES OF HIS DEFEATED ENEMIES.
#doctor who#the toymaker#the giggle#fourteenth doctor#david tennant#ncuti gatwa#donna noble#like i’m losing my mind over this actually#doctor who spoilers#dw spoilers#new who#neil patrick harris#fifteenth doctor#the master#neo queen serenity’s posts#doctor who 60th anniversary#body horror#uncanny valley#dw#new doctor who#ndw
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
More of that freak that I love
#Grim draws stuff#john doe#john doe game#john doe fanart#visual novel game#uncanny valley#digital art#digital artist#doodle#sketch#fanart
274 notes
·
View notes
Text
and another fic doodles, this time for @critter-catch-them-all-fella for the fic where. ingo gets exploded by the distortion world but giratina does him a solid and stitches him back together <3 don't worry about the fact that it's never created anything before and knows absolutely nothing about how humans work, ingo looks about the same as before so it's okay right? :)
it's trying its best
234 notes
·
View notes