#im NOT attempting the hands

[arunoy]

evanation this guy is dirving me insane i cant render for life

[the-mang0tree]

i never model faces bc i get Scared easily but i need to get over it so . i did these.. and for panic reasons i will Claim them as Practice !!!

[texasflowers]

Hello, Pokemon Colosseum Fandom. (waves to the 5 of you)

I'm back.

[justheblueberry]

agent walker

[ribbononline]

Random test image of Lisia ! This was quite literally just a try out for figuring out how to mimic the official pokemon rendering style haha, figured I might as well post it

[lesbianherald]

I’m going to phrase this delicately because I’m so deeply grateful and awed by the support I’ve received.

But I will say it is a little anxiety inducing how many people feel they can talk about coming home whatever way they want openly and publicly because it has “numbers” or whatever (referring to my own work like this makes me want to claw my eyes out because they baffle me and I don’t necessarily feel I deserve them but it’s important for context).

This is Especially true for the way people speak under things I very much see. Art of the fic. My Twitter mutuals posts. Things I will very obviously interact with. It feels like someone is walking into my back yard and talking shit as if I'm literally not standing in said yard like this 🧍

You make something for a community for free as an act of passion and then the community in turn becomes something that isn’t quite accessible to you anymore. I’ve seen this happen to a lot of fic writers in my previous fandoms and idk man it’s just kind of a bummer.

Like. Fanfic and fanart is made by people in the fandom for the fandom. It’s not work being produced by some distant people in Hollywood who shouldn’t be in the fandom space in the first place.

Idk, it’s actually pretty rare that this happens to me but I wanted to mention I am a human who can very much read the things you say guys 😭 like if you reblog art related to my work and call it a bunch of petty names and say you had to dnf I can see that. It’s totally ok to feel whatever way you want. But maybe don't feel that way in my back yard.

Again. I’m so grateful for everything I really am. You absolutely do not have to fuck with my work. Fuck I don't fuck with my work sometimes DKLFJSDHF. This is probably the last time I’ll talk about this because the last thing I want to do is come off like I can’t take criticism and I’m ungrateful. But sometimes I really am chewing at my enclosure like IM RIGHT HERE MAN IM LITERALLY BEHIND YOU HOW DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT.

[alicenpai]

i love...wanpee...........🍊🍶🧡💚

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[tiredpacdad]

dethklok as that fleetwood mac rolling stones picture

[iloveacronix]

Sometimes I forget that the vermillion warriors are all siblings and that they're descendants of the Great Devourer, you'd be expecting them to be smart and tough💀 Nyway I love the vermillion generals(especially Machia) they're so stupid.

Well damn tumblr must hate me bc why is the quality so bad.

Alsooooo Cyrus and Machia(MY BBGS OUGHH POOKIEEES I LOVE YOU I FORGIVE YOU LOVE ME BACK- LOVE ME LOVE ME SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME) bc why not I love both characters plus this is some shitpost of my Machia redemption au💪😈

WHERE THE HELL IS THE DIFFERENCE MACHIA IS LITERALLY SERGEANT CALHOUN🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[no-information-on-the-qwertykey]

I've gotten really into the redwall tv show, so I decided to embroider Martin the warriors tapestry despite never actually trying embroidery before. It turned out better than expected

[tapestryundone]

when the god was made in the image of a man who infiltrated the mind of said god and in doing so made himself intertwined with the form that god took while also being the cause of that form creating a infinite feedback loop of what caused the god and his creator to evoke the very image of the death the creator feared through the form of an animal representing that concept, and the god has faint, undeniably human characteristics given to him by his creator while his creator retained none of it. fuck

[daily-basil]

Don't be rude.

The sketch looked so much better........

[starry-bi-sky]

'Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings' doodles, because Pathetic Wet Cat Danny is the best Danny to practice drawing young faces with (and expressions).

[isuggestwishcraft]

looking back at my playthrough i think the funniest thing about it to me is becoming really aware that i was in fact very good at this game. maybe Too good actually

the death trap corridor got me exactly 2 times - one time via the power of Plot and one time i wanted to find out what would happen if i ignored the switch. i had unlocked almost all optional side-quests by the end of act 2 and under 20 loops. i killed the king consistently on 3rd try. i had memorized most quacking odile points by the time her sus quest was doable. i had never once died to sadness. i didnt even know i Could die to sadness. siffrin froze in time in fight under my watch exactly 3 fucking times all of which were in act 2 and i didnt even KNOW he changes expressions until i went digging into gamefiles for portraits.

i know its kind of weird thing to hung up on but i quite literally Did Not Die Enough to authentically play siffrin. my siffrin was too competent on his job with perfect memory of every single nuance he met beforehand. and also i skipped a load of content by being good at micromanaging my resources and party cooldowns

therefore conclusion: do not be good at gaming-

[moeblob]

This is the.... seventh person I've drawn today? Wild. Take Serval in The Hat.