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[decamarks]

Guy in front of me has spent the past hour creating our professor in Monster Hunter Wilds

[beif0ngs]

Over the Garden Wall 10th Anniversary stop motion short by creator Patrick McHale and Aardman Animations

[dinguswingus]

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall– truly the FINEST of them all

[kropotkindersurprise]

[video]

[tadpole-art]

Well that was traumatizing :,)

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

motion capture actress 曦曦鱼sakana shows how to move in games

[bunabi]

You won't reach a point where you don't need references anymore 😭

Even artists who freedraw regularly still do studies, refer to their past work, keep character sheets at hand, etc

Please don't impose that expectation on yourself just because of a live demo, tiktok, or timelapses especially

[rawme-price]

Ghost and reader who aren't dating, but they aren't exactly not dating, either.

Youve intentionally left it unnamed, whatever is happening between you and simon. There's no words that could really capture it without somehow altering whats there. Partners? Roommates? Friends? Something tender, anyways.

Even when hes gone from the flat for months at a time, that spark and energy is always right there when he returns. Simon loops his arms around ur waist and noses at ur neck, mutters about how hes missed good body wash. You both know he really means he missed your body wash.

You miss him too, of course. Sleeping in his bed and wearing his clothes while hes out. Usually just his hoodie, but sometimes you toss on one of his balaclavas when the ache is too much. The first time simon saw it he told you you look like a knock-off version of him, then promptly tackled u into the sofa for cuddles.

Whatever resemblance is there from the stolen clothes seems to be enough, though. Because in the middle of the night while your making tea in the dark—simons favourite because you really miss him— a fucking hand presses a cloth to ur mouth. You cant even think to fight off whoever it is before ur passing out.

When i come to, ur being hauled down a concrete hallway that smells honestly disgusting. You jerk and stumble from the way ur ankles and hands are chained together, before large hands bodily shove you into a cell.

When you muster the courage to look up, across the hall from your bars you see a familiar man in a mohawk. Johnny, who visited last year on Christmas. In the cells directly next to both of yours, is an older guy youve seen in simons phone background, and the pretty guy who brought a drunk simon home to you one night.

"Holy shit—" johnny gasps, then lowers his voice to a whisper "they fuckin' grabbed his spouse."

[hymnoeides]

To the some that asked for Dionysus :3!

[linkeduniverse]

[starridge]

they’re just stuck in traffic

[souplups]

…

[snaillesnaille]

— Red Dead Redemption —

[making-you-in-spore]

if you want your game to be like spore, it has to be quirky, floppy, wet, and a little bit ugly. like a penis. spore is like a penis

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]