#maybe I should draw this

[harveyverse]

rip two-but Mathews you would've loved scooby doo <3

[tinydetectivestudent]

So, I just missed the whole thing of popularity on Twitter and was thinking "it's easy to choice, I can't understand how Vox and Lucifer were too close".... then I remembered that I can't choice if get Vox's phone case o Lucifer's; and i'm not sure for who I would vote meanwhile I listen that part from Hamilton "If you have to choice if you have to choice!" So i want to read what Tumblr says about the final.

[kavaeric]

Had what felt like a feature-length dream about Godzilla except it was a Who Framed Roger Rabbit-esque scenario. All the monsters were real but they were still just actors on a miniature set and all

Of course given my own aesthetic convictions/influences, it was less of a comedy and much more a ~serious personal drama~ about Godzilla working through some depression or whatever

[latenightsleeper]

Interesting fact about Tank is that they actually play the violin, very interesting for someone who’s covered in scars and can deal devastating damage to people and places. Tank grew up loving their violin, played and played and played as they grew up. Even winning a few trophies and medals because of it, every Asian parents dream ya know?

Even as their magic manifested and things got more and more complicated and more..painful, they still found great comfort in playing it. Sadly, they started to stop playing in front of people. Only playing in their empty house the older they got. When Christian and Tank got closer and they started to hang out more and more, Tank would sometimes play. In an empty room and away from Christian but they’d play in his presence.

He was so confused to first hear classical violin music suddenly echoing in the house but stayed quiet, playing on their tv but peeking where the music was coming from. He never got up thought, he felt like if he moves that magical music would stop. Christian felt like their air during those moments were so fragile, like spun sugar that would shatter should he even breath too heavy.

As it kept happening and they got more and more used to it, Christian would sometimes get up and slowly walk to where Tank was. Quietly standing against the wall next to the door, hearing how Tank would play and how the music would seep out and echo against the wooden floors. How their music made his core warm and fuzz in his chest, his eyes closed as he lead his head back. Then he’d slowly walk back to the living room, waiting for his Tanker to come back so he could switch out and let them play.

Then one day, Tank gently tugged his hand and slowly walked him to the room he had grown to know as their music room—maybe not officially but he knew that’s here they’d play their music. Christian remembers how they looked into his eyes, dark dark eyes looking into his mix matched blue ones, a question in them that they didn’t have to ask him. A soft squeeze, one of the softest touches He’d had ever given them at his point before Tank turned the door knob open and all Chrissy could see for a while was gold.

It was a small room all things considered, there wasn’t a lot to say about it. Just two chairs, a small table, a tiny bookcase and a music sheet stand with a window in the wall facing the door. The window that was open and letting warm golden light bath the room in its hue.

It was like Christian had stepped into a piece of amber when you’d hold it in the sunlight, that’s how the sunlight seemed to blanket the room. The window was open and letting cool air flow in as tank pulled him in, as Christian blinked himself back to his body he saw green.

So much green—plants there were so many plants in the room as well, on the bookcase it was like the plants that seemed to keep going we’re trying to eat the bookcase. Their bright green leaves a welcoming sight as they seemed to preen and bloom under the golden light.

“ I..wanna play for you..”

The thing about Tank that Christian had always found funny and—don’t tell Tank about this—liked was how..soft they were despite how they looked and were seen by others. Tanks voice was soft, always so soft even when they were angry, low in volume and monotone but he still found it appealing. Even when they first met and they hissed at him while he chided them for shit they could both care less about now. Tank was alway soft and gentle, in a way you’d never expect from them. How they always handled everything they touched with care, warmth in their fingertips.

Even now as they pulled him along and set him in front of the second chair as they stood in front of him, their hand on his hand was light, soft and full of a care and affection he didn’t question was there. Christian nodded, no snarky words there to say as he sat and look at them.

Looked at how they seemed to brighten at his nod, picking up the violin that they’d been playing behind the door he too was behind now. Watched as Tank gently rested it on their shoulder, their arms gracefully moving into position, a soft breath leaving them as Tank closed their eyes before their arms started to move.

Christian would never forget that day, he doesn’t think he could even if he tried. The sight he saw as Tank played for him was something he held close to his heart, something he’d covet for the rest of his days.

Tank bathed in a golden light as they played their music, in a tiny room filled to the brim with life and warmth as Christian listened. The light of the setting sun descending on then all, the plants shinning and glowing, a cool breeze blowing in through the cracked open window.

And if Christian started to listen to more and more classical music, that was no one’s business but his.

[hallowed-chalice]

i think the nailmaster brothers should fight the mantis lords. i think it would be a brilliant fight. i think it would be funny.

[youngyoo-apologist]

OG ChoiCale as AcheSwan(I don’t play hsr I just saw that one video of them dancing and I think it’s rlly cool, I love u AcheSwan)

[shi-gut]

completely random but why tf did my phone identify a picture of little buddy as a species of bird??

welp, little buddy is a bird confirmed ig

[mar64ds]

When they all meet for the first time, Sam & Max and Seam & Jevil point at each other like that Spider-Man meme

asdfghjkl yeah

[w1lmuttart]

The lake town

[bacchuschucklefuck]

couldnt draw my thang for mid-autumn so treated myself to a calne redesign instead

[rhyme-thinks-stuff]

something I've learned over my time as a traditional artist is watercolors and colored pencils are soulmates qnd should kiss

[helianthus-annus-thoughts]

oh my gosh i love this imagery

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[cj-the-random-artist]

Is this my best comic ever?? Nope. Do I think I characterized either of these two particularly well in this comic?? Not really. Did I spend an unreasonable amount of time on it to the point that it would be a waste to not post it?? Yes, yes I did.

I really committed to this one, spent a lot of time on those backgrounds and treated myself to ample suffering with the perspective, which is not my strong suit but I am happy with how it ultimately looks. Yay perspective and background practice!!

(Tbh I shouldn't talk like I think this one sucks, I think I've just been staring at it for so long that my brain has decided it's not good and it's actually way better than I think it is, and honestly I am quite happy with it. The artistic process really is something, isn't it?)

The inspiration was basically me reminding... myself... to take breaks sometimes... by drawing for several hour stints during my only little bits of free time. Which totally tracks. Probably. But I've been rolling around in my brain this idea that Lambert is a very uptight people pleaser and anxious workaholic, but Narinder, at least since adjusting himself to the circumstances (which probably took at least a century, maybe two) has discovered the joys of self care, and has made an active effort to chill tf out. This has not made him any less terrifying to the cultists (save for Lambert's closest disciples), nor has it made him friendlier to really anyone but Lambert (and maybe his siblings), but he sure has found some serious peace of mind. That said, I can't place what his motivations are here. Perhaps he is secretly concerned about Lambert's sanity, because he doesn't want them to turn into what he was, or maybe he's just trying to steal away some quality time with his one and only friend, but regardless of the reason, I spent too much time on this for nobody to see it, dang it.

That said. Enjoy this silly little comic that I spent way too much time on, and I hope this silly comic brings you some joy today.

[bagel-bird-ainsor]

A couple angry Edgeworths for ya, plus a Gumshoe who’s just happy to be here.

Man he’s so fun to draw. I’m excited to get started on the Investigations remaster! It’ll be my first time playing those games. Looking forwards to seeing Gumshoe and Franziska again, since I’ve gotten through Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice, which I enjoyed thoroughly but there was a severe lack of those two.

[alien-insomniac-05]

Why has this become my most liked post

Low effort cause it’s almost 2:30 am

If I remember tomorrow, I might actually draw this