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many small doodles of the bug ever <3

Did these on my phone at work shhhh

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Hate the concept of "advertiser friendly" content. I do not want to be friendly with advertisers or their advertisements. Put your dumbass tomato soup ad next to the post talking about luigi's dick or die a coward

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Is there a term for when you feel like, ~80% guy and ~20% nothing (agender)? It's not like I'm fully guy, its part guy, but the other part is. nothing. Is there a flag/term for that?

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I hate this country

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I reahed the max time in the stopwatch

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I reahed the max time in the stopwatch

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Some things i made to update my sister who likes & introduced me to Hollow Knight on things i did in Hollow Knight

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Emisis blue frame redraw

This has to be one of my favorites but it's so hard to pick

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Am I procrastinating everything to make a hollow knight skin? Yes.

This is how the idle animation is looking.

VesselFrin

SifVessel

SiffaronniVessel

Siffrin (no middle name) Vessel

The Suffering Knight.

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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

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absurd

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this could be the snart of something big

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i have deep self harm scars on my arm and they have healed along with me and I would love to depict Salem/my fursonas with it more visibly (like healed but the scarring is there) but the fact people think it's ok to trigger warning what is essentially bodies of real people especially disabled/mentally ill people make me unreasonably violent.

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I like to think he's just a little insane

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Working on a little somethn' somethn' >;3