#artsy asks

[ninacti0n]

What inspired your art style?

Oooh, this is gonna be a longer answer- cause I've been inspired by many things throughout my artistic years, and surely wanna talk about a few of these ^^ First of all, my art was heavily inspired by lineless artists with a very cartoony vibe (which defined an early era of my style), so some of Kasey Golden's works and the 50s modern cartoon styles really had an influence in me. I could point out the Jenny LeClue game for this too, all the sharp angles and retro textures really left a mark on the types of things I would find aesthetic - while being on the point n' click genre. Further down the line, I stumbled upon a game called Smile for Me, and eventually discovered more of Yugo Limbo's art! In general, I felt drawn towards the works of many other artists with similar vibes - vibrant colors, eccentric-looking characters, experimental textures and that retro energy. It's really hard to explain or pinpoint what drew me to em, honestly x] I guess I just really like how wild people's arts can be from different perspectives and backgrounds, and the result is something quite unique, even when I can't relate myself ^^ It's part of the fun of being in a world where expression has so many different angles to peek at and experiment with. And well, nowadays? I enjoy a mix of messy, painterly styles, together with varying linework vibes and things that lean towards the surreal, kinda horror-esque side. I also grew to really like the aesthetic of low-poly games from the 2000s (mainly things from the DS and PS1 era) and also RPGMaker ones. Things are exciting, I guess! I could go more into detail on another reblog, since I don't want this post to be extremely long :'] Things such as tagging artists and showing pictures, if you would like.

Also sorry for the late reply aaa-

[truths33k3r4]

drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

(feel free to not spread this if you don't want to you just make me happy :>)

Awww thank you, Indieeee! 😊💙 This is so kind! Your blog and comics make me happy too~ ☺️ Thanks for the sunshine, my friend.

~ Melissa

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[sequs-art-box]

See your taking BrickStar requests, might as well take this chance! Maybe Pouchy being a third wheel/interrupting a romantic moment between the two?🤣 Also if au’s are okay - may I suggest Enchanted AU BrickStar please?

Dont worry, Anger patched up Joy's hand.

[lallelol]

✨ Art Tent ✨

[kumamooko]

If your req open. Can i req emo france from gangstalia? Btw why no one said france is emo in gangstalia or it is just me 🤣

I don't know really know honestly, but he is pretty 🤭

[hajihiko]

Hi! Peachy Username here!

Trick or treat!!!

Mr vaporwave

[tunastime]

for the comfort prompts, draping a blanket over a sleeping body ^-^ maybe with 2 of our sweetest boys.... xisuma and doc ^-^ OR also maybe with ranchers ^-^

draping a blanket over their sleeping body (923 words) (x)

Xisuma scrubs his eyes. 

There comes a point in every shift that his body starts to give out. A point where, no matter the length of the shift, or how much he'd eaten, or slept, or drank tea, Xisuma felt his body slip away from him and the dull ache of sleep start to root and take hold behind his eyes. It's at this point where respite usually comes, in the form of Cleo or Doc walking through the door. And eventually it will be Cleo, he knows, because Doc's shift neatly aligned with his tonight. So much so he was able to actually get dinner at the same time as him, and Doc was able to kick him under the table over a cup of coffee. The jerk. 

Regardless, he could expect Cleo to wander in when she wished. Joints starting to protest weakly under the stretches he contorts his spine into, Xisuma gathers his belongings, and starts the trek down the levels toward his room.

It's a quiet walk—one he's learned to catalogue his thoughts to, to enjoy as much as the daily chatter of a morning shift beginning, or an afternoon shift ending. This early morning closure means that he'll have the good part of the day to sleep before he's on for another 48 hours. It also means that, for just a few of those hours, he might get to sleep next to his partner, after a few too many nights of just-barely's and near-misses. Xisuma sighs. For a moment, he lingers in the hall, peeking out at the rest of the station through a long, double-paned window, spanning the length of the propelled walkway. As he steps on, leans against the barrier, he watches stars flick idly past him alongside the sprawl of Prometheus. At its heart, where he was headed down to now, were the quarters. And his, along with a select few, got their own atrium view.  

The rest of the walk is similarly quiet, Xisuma's feet working on autopilot as his mind wanders from task to task, correspondence, to shipping requests, to diplomatic communique. He frowns, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits a beat for the elevator. There had been a recent communique from the Coalition. It wasn't uncommon, but it hadn't happened in, what, two or three years now? Certainly enough time to have forgotten the last time he saw any of the crew on an official basis and certainly long enough to forget just what that little check-up meant. He holds back a particularly violent shiver. It's nothing this time—has to be. Prometheus hadn't done anything new or interesting in months, let alone enough to warrant an investigation. If the Interspace Investigation Coalition needed something from Xisuma, Admiral Void, it was going to take a very special visit and a lot of convincing. Not words on a screen.

By the time the thought passes through his mind, Xisuma is already at his front door. He shakes away the feeling crawling up the base of his spine and taps his keycard, door sliding open at his behest. 

"Doc?" he calls, as he enters. "I'm home."

The front entry is still warmly lit as he toes off his shoes and organizes his coat and bag at the front door. The living room is dark, aside from the faint glow of blue light, as are the desks they share and the kitchenette. Xisuma hums, frown deepening. He makes his way into the living room as he starts unclasping his overcoat, hands fiddling with the zipper behind him.

There, sprawled haphazardly on their small sofa, is Doc. One of his legs bends under the other, his ankle propped on the arm of the couch, socked foot hanging just over the edge. His pajamas are ruffled from moving, rucked up over one side of his ribs where his arm stretches to cover his eyes from the dim, ambient light. Xisuma stifles a snort that then catches the back of his throat. He looks comfortable. To an extent. Enough to fall asleep, at least, and enough to stay that way, even as Xisuma had called out to him and noisily shuffled in. 

X crosses his arms. He has but two options: one which requires him to deal with a sleep-disoriented, disgruntled Doc M now. The other: listening to him complain about tight muscles as he slipped into bed later that morning, seeking out the shape of Xisuma he missed. On one hand, X would get his partner's warmth and weight and grumbled words sooner. On the other... he looks so dang peaceful he'd almost feel bad disturbing him. Xisuma smiles to himself—the image alone of Doc crawling into bed next to him and letting X curl tiredly around him seems wildly comforting. A little selfish, but, really, who could blame him? 

Quietly, Xisuma shuffles over. He lifts the blanket from the back of the couch, ruffling it lightly in his hands as he sets it over Doc's sleeping form the best he can. Shrouded by the multicolored fabric, Doc seems to shrink, just a bit. Clearly cozy and comfortable, his face remains soft, sleep smoothing out the lines of stress on his face. X tucks the blanket carefully around his partner, careful not to jostle him awake as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Upon drawing back, Doc doesn't seem to stir, and Xisuma hums his thanks to no one. He steps back, satisfied with his work, and shuffles off to bed.

[shepscapades]

[pinchan]

hi

[kikunai]

Blazeborn xisuma for tbe fanon swap ^-^

overheat

[ hermit fanon swap ask game ]

[yumeurl]

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[milkcioccolato]

Some sweet and tender koskatan for y’all, courtesy of @armoralor and her lovely commission!🥺💖

Thank you so so much, I loved working on this, they’re so soft🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[punkitt-is-here]

Behold my Susan Taxpayer OC. She is chaos and lives for drama.

THIS RUUUUUUUUUUULES WHAT A GREAT NAME!!!!!!

[sequs-art-box]

Anger wanting Joy to give him a hug or to pick him up, and he has his hands up to her because he's a little guy

a hug wont hurt anybody <3

[horsefigureoftheday]

Do you have any thoughts on the horse character designs in Bojack Horseman?

would.