#it was so soggy

[alec-was-here]

Never. EVER. Microwave soggy fries with a slice of fake cheese on top. ❤️

[toadsrbutch]

pym’s soggy sundays are what makes life worth living tbh

[sandflakedraws]

woohoooo the time has come - i can now post the piece i did for Interlude, a Mushishi seasons zine

[boxmakesart]

Soggy Simon Simon Soggy

[lomlompurim]

Pushing all my stress and need to cry out of frustration on BingBing

[time-woods]

simon but as that sad ant image, to then a very happy and joyous ant !

these are like the stages of grief to me

[liimonadas]

i blacked out and suddenly theres 4 edgeworths on the canvas

bonus design notes edition

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[uly55es]

Do not seperate them.

[jinaxxo]

howdy sigma!

[yeyinde]

the morally questionable relationship between John Price and the darling little starlet he picks up off of the street during the golden age of Hollywood would be such a treat.

because producer!John Price is known as the best of the best in Hollywood. He has an eye for talent, they say, and a keen ability for spotting the diamonds amongst the rubble.

And of all the stars in the world, he sets his sights on you. Pretty little thing. Bright and blinding—Betelgeuse glimmering on the precipice of a supernova. All you need is a little push. A backer. A chance. And he gives it to you. Ushers you into stardom with a crooked grin around the butt of a cigar and a wicked gleam in his eyes that you—in all your artless, sheltered naivete—chalk up to pride.

The problem with sweet little darlings like you is that they all sing the same song. Yearn for the same thing. And it's so easy to mistake his interest as fatherly when the name on your birth certificate reads John Doe. And when he tells you his name is John Price, well—

It's fate, isn't it?

He told you he's been married once but had no children, and the longing in his eyes must be for the family he's never got a chance to have. So, you promise to give it to him.

Problem is: the devil lives in Hollywood and drinks his whiskey neat. You told him you'd be his family, giving him the one that left him behind. Signed your soul to blue eyes for the big screen.

Not that you'd know this, of course. To you, John is a sad widower with a heart of gold. Your overprotective bear who snarls at the directors and actors who get a little too handsy with you on set. His darling little star.

It's easy to wave everyone off when they express concern about these blurring lines between employee and employer. Boss and—

Father figure.

They just don't know him like you do.

And how funny, you tell him one evening with a wry twist to your lips, eyes swimming with sheltered mischief. They thought we were lovers, Mr Price. Isn't that just the damnedest thing?

This little quip has the opposite effect, and if only you looked a little bit closer at the gleam in his eye, the clench in his jaw, you might have seen the storm gathering on the horizon before it hit. Instead of laughing with you at the director's gall, this hilarious joke, John feels you slipping through his fingers just a little bit more. And that simply won't do.

You want a father figure? Then fine. That's what he'll be. Convenient, of course, because he's been thinking about fatherhood a lot lately, too. It's only natural that he decides to cash in on that promise you made all those years ago to make him a proud dad.

[gaybuttyogurt]

mithrun as cats :3

[sunnyirry]

some expressions practice

[heatherchasesyou]

Not me drooling hard on SH2R James at 1AM yeah CONGRATS KONAMI (also Bloober Team) YOU DID IT VERY WELL

[wretchedbroth]

Can’t stop thinking about this guy 😄

Closeup because I spent way too long on his shrimp halo so need someone to look at it:

[tsuutarr]

Your childhood friend is… a little odd. He’s always been a bit gloomy and the target for bullying. Still, you’re his friend because he’s really not a bad guy. You actually find him kinda cute, what with his shyness and blushing cheeks.

What you don’t find as cute is the fact that he kidnapped you and locked you in a room filled with your pictures. When did he even take those…?

“Ehe, I wasn’t sure if this was a good plan or not…” he murmurs, bashfully. “B–but I looked at all the stories you consume and they’re all… uhm, what was the word? ‘Yandere’? So I thought that you’d definitely like this, too!”

You’d find his passion adorable if you didn’t find your situation so off. Yeah, you like yandere in fiction, but what the hell is this?

“Wh–why are you looking at me like that…?” he asks, his big eyes growing even larger, his bottom lip trembling. But all you can really perceive is his secret collection – his shrine –  made of your things and pictures of you, covering the room you’re trapped in.

It really, really disgusts you.

“D… Don’t look at me like that…” he sobs. “I did this for you!” Wet tears roll down his cheeks, but all you can feel is fear as he falls to his knees, crawling towards you. He hugs your calves, burying his face in your lap as he cries. “This is for you – all for you…”

But really… is this really for you? Or is this all for him?