#still so happy with it tho

[enter-the-performapals]

With the new pokemon DLC and Hatsune Miku Project Voltage coming out recently, I've been really inspired to draw some more Yugioh x Pokemon. This time I'll be drawing the Dragon Boys with the Paldea starters, in outfits themed as their final evolutions. This one is Yuya with Quaxly!

Yuya (you are here!)|Ute|Joeri|Hugo

Extra context and doodles under the cut:

So, back when Scarlet and Violet first came out, I drew this little doodle:

I really think the newest batch of starters really give off the energy of these boys. The Fire/Ghost typing of Skeledirge gives me huge Phantom Knights vibes (and I love how it has a little birdie). A smirking, Grass/dark cat that's looking down on you screams Joeri to me.

While I don't really think the typing of Quaquaval really fits Yuya too well, I think it's design fits the best. I looked at it and immediately thought 'omg it has hippo carnival energy'. And blue and orange make me think of Yuya.

Here's a quick doodle I did recently to show the full outfit:

If I were to choose any starter to represent Yuya, I would probably choose my personal favorite, Prinarina. He has fairy type energy. And silly little clown seal Popplio works so well for him honestly.

(I might clean & color this later and post it separately :3)

If anyone is interested, I will happily do a bit of a deep dive discussing what Pokemon fit him (complete with pictures, of course!) But if you've made it this far, thank you for reading! Ute is mostly finished, so you should be seeing that soon! Have a lovely day!

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Mikes and Vanessas celebrate 10 years of FNAF!

[nouverx]

It's funny how my Alastor art is like

"Baby boy baby!!"

".... Evil"

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au doodles

It's just a bunch of random moments with Zuko looking grumpy for most of them,,, he can be happy for at least one drawing tho

[thethunderthedragonfruit]

i was REALLY surprised i hadnt seen anyone animate over anything from the prevenge script reading yet, so i took matters into my own hands. i thought this bit was hilarious

audio from here

[technically-human]

St. Hilarion's ghost story

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[cerulean-tea]

happy 413!! to the webcomic that changed my life 5 years ago ⭐️

[spicyraeman]

I'll leave who they're looking at to your imagination

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[lunarcrown]

Had a vision

[ineed-to-sleep]

Blacked out in front of my tablet and woke up with sketches of my Touchstarved mc + Kuras my beloved. woops

[poobirdy]

happy bingge for gibsonrae1's donation to svsssaction! instead of amassing a harem, bingge becomes a cat dad bc happy cats make happy people! (even though the event is no longer accepting donations, perhaps consider donating to fundraisers vetted by gaza funds / gaza esims as supplies are very low!)