#Yuuhiko...

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inspired by collab art. this was supposed to be for easter but you know how it is

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@4--n dolltsumi collab real

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voted time magazine's most frightened little lamb of the year

four down one more to go... well one and a half

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ocgrammers reblog and tell me how your characters type

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Like fighting a mirror

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Lake Dongting under the Autumn Moon

Traditionally attributed to Muqi ，China,13th c.

Category: Artworks/Chinese Ink Painting

This artwork was created by Muqi, an old Chinese painter, who has had a significant influence on many of my favourites Takehiko Inoue ，Tite Kubo and other Japanese manga artists. A lyrical tone is emitted by the abundance of white space.

Leaving white space was employed in Yuuhiko Inoue's vagabond manga.

Artistic conception

Chinese ink drawings frequently exude a calm and peacefulness that is inextricably linked to the atmosphere and the absence of colour. Similar to how humans have both souls and bodies, Chinese culture places a strong emphasis on the soul, whose expression is both real and immortal. When used as a form of expression, artistic conception combines the virtual and the real, the dynamic and the static, and these combinations produce a sense of harmony, unity, and serenity. It was originally mentioned by Su Shi in "Dong Po Zhi Lin" that "there is poetry in the painting" was the finest way to convey concepts in art.

leaving white space

Leaving white space is an artistic approach that uses blank regions in a piece to suggest emptiness, equilibrium, and romanticism. This use of white space is critical in many creative forms, including Chinese painting, pottery, and poetry, since it not only improves the beauty of the piece but also transmits the mood.

Muqi. "Lake Dongting under the Autumn Moon." China, 13th century.

Yuuhiko Inoue. Vagabond. 2001. Heaven's Publishing.

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Cool as a cucumber!!

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Am I too late to the DBH fandom? Because I made A Thing... 

Featuring the themes of the three main characters, Markus, Kara and Connor. Original tracks composed by Philip Sheppard, Nima Fakhrara, John Paesano.

Medley arranged and recorded by IceRequiem Cover art by Yuuhiko (yuuhiko.tumblr.com/)

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happy halloween

hd:

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what wouldf tsumigram prisoners feel abt dollgram prisoners if they had to interact

hotaru: they dont understand anything that jun is saying and it scares them. they'd treat tadashi like how to tame a feral cat youtube video tutorial. would treat yuuhiko in a way similar to how they treat miku because hes a dsturbed individual

remi: her and jun are bitches be like cant stand her fake ass 15 minutes later me and the bestie. would like nobui. would start a situationship with yuuhiko if he was a girl but unfortunately hes not. howervr things can still be changed and remi is willing to work on it. i genuinely dont know what shed think of tadashi i feel like shed lowkey dislike them i feel like shed try to fight them to death at some point

kouta: Afriad. of everyone. everyone ishorrible and scary forever

kai: she hopes everyone here dies. she wants jun DEAD she finds tadashi annoying she doesnt want nobui to get near bcz shes a minor who knows nothing of this world & kai hates when people think they can fix her and she doesnt want yuuhiko to get near either bcz hes a minor who knows nothing of this world as well

ayame: she would be jealous of jun and like. try to be friendly with her and get approval from her but hate her out of jealousy. she would be in love with tadashi and also deathly scared. would like nobui. would try to tame feral cat yuuhiko. she would also dote on nobui and yuuhiko like awwwwwww you porbbaly look so cute unwrapping thinfs do you sit on the floor or the couch

chise: hopes everyone dies. she finds everyone annoying pests beneath her feet & wants to have a death fight with tadashi as well

toa: tries to be friendly with everyone but jun scares him bcz shes a normie and sits on tiktok tadashi also scares him bcz shes too serious nobui also scares him bcz shes too friendly she must be hiding something tries to get into a situationship with yuuhiko nobui style

miku: dont literally ever let him go near tadashi hed be like can you be my mom snd tadashi would agree. this isthe worst combination possible. dislikes jun. would get into a situatinship with nobui yuuhiko style. i acually have no idea what hed think of yuuhiko i think he would be ok with his personality but if he finds out that yuuhiko is a prep kid or somrthing hes killing him

hiiro: dislikes jun bcz they live in completely different worlds but unlike others shes kinda just like sigh.... kids these days..... (2 years older) has autistic telepathic connction with tadashi. tries to adopt nobui bcz they live in the same worlds. sometimes also tries to adopt yuuhiko

LETSGOOOO i also often think abt what dollgrams would think of tsumigrams....heres how they would respond

hotaru: jun thinks theyre weird as fuck. tadashi has no opinion actually i think tadashi wouldnt have an opinion on most of the characters this cat really dont care. yuuhiko would think theyre suspicious but wouldnt dislike them. hotaru and nobui are never in the same room and therefore know nothing of the others existence sad /silly no but fr nobui would think theyre chill & probably want to be friends

remi: nobui likes her. tadashi idk it depends on how they interact. regardless though i think after a while theyd start to dislike her. yuuhiko would also depend on how they interact i think hed be intimidated by her. jun wants her dead like i dont think shed even put on airs she thinks every girl whos less miserable than her is a bitch whos looking down on her

kouta: jun wants to throw rocks at him for fun but she wont. tadashi doesnt care. yuuhiko likes him bc he feels superior would bully him. nobui is like lets be friends can we be friends hey be my friend can i do anything for you frined

kai: jun hates her and probably would openly make fun of her highschool mean girl style, tadashi vaguely dislikes her presence but otherwise doesnt care, nobui is scared of her and yuuhiko hates her

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important chart

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J: Oh, Fuji-kun! I've been looking for you!

Y: Huh? W-what?

J: So this is where you've been hiding out, huh?

Y: I'm not...hiding.

J: Right, right. Of course not. Anyway, I wanted to apologize for before! That wasn't like me at all. You know that, right?

Y: Uh... Okay.

J: So there's no hard feelings?

Y: No, none at all...

J: Good! I knew you'd understand!

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happy pride month!! <3

these are only semi-canon

EDIT: some of them are no longer canon

s: sapphic (side note: baby's first time out of the warden uniform, everyone cheer and clap)

jun: lesbian, demigirl, demisexual

tadashi: genderqueer, pansexual, demiromantic

nobui: bisexual, polyamorous

yuuhiko: gay, asexual

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happy anniversary! (it won't be for a few days, but i wanted to post this on a saturday.)

here are short character studies, one for each character. in the order they were written in, not prisoner order.

dream diary

in my dream, i felt your warm hand in mine. my eyes hurt from how bright your smile was, but i'd never been more at peace than in that moment– i know well that this feeling, this love and hate, are not my own, but ▓▓▓'s. is it you or them who should apologize? your umbrella rested in the depths of their closet, hidden from view, it was far too small for them to use, but they could never give it away. is it you or them who abandoned the other? they saw that stuffed rabbit they'd made for you in your bedroom, sitting on a shelf, it was so poorly made, they could hardly believe you still had it. in my dream, i saw you looming over me. your hands were as warm as ever where they lovingly embraced ▓▓▓'s neck, and even your screaming, breaking voice was a soothing balm for my aching heart. what was going through their head, at that time? your tears rolled down your face and dripped onto their cheeks, your blood mingled with theirs as they scratched and clawed at your hold. what was going through your head, at that time? i couldn't hear your voice over the blood rushing in their ears, i couldn't hear my own voice as ▓▓▓ responded. what were they hoping to accomplish, i wonder? such self-sabotaging methods, really, they were dooming themselves from the start; even their desires contradicted each other, as well as their feelings towards you. if i could, what would i say to them, i wonder? maybe if they'd done that, maybe if they hadn't done this, it's all pointless, and besides, it's not as if they'd listen to me. they were simply too far gone at that point. when i woke up, i desperately gasped for air, as if you had been crushing my throat still. i raised a hand to my face, and it had still been wet from your tears– but that's impossible, isn't it?

vulnerability

i can see it again seeping, weeping, staining, soiling. when did i stop feeling it, and only noticing the red that coats my hands, the stickiness of clothes that have been soaked through, and the looks of either bewilderment or sharp disapproval that are sent my way? i wish i could make it stop. what if people see? once, i used a needle to stitch the openings closed, but it did not stop flowing out through the small punctures, through the crack in my skin. once, i held a blade to a fire and used it to cauterize them, but then it started coming out through my mouth, through my nose, through my ears, through my eyes. what's there left to do? what if people see? i can't look at you. you're covered in it too, why don't you do something? how can you stand it? (is that what i looked like, back then?) when you hold my hand, it comes away stained. thick liquid oozes out of newly opened slits in the places your skin touched mine. (what are you doing? stop drawing it out of me.) you hug me, and there's a metallic taste in my mouth. i feel as if every inch of my skin has burst open, as if we will drown in crimson right here. i can't stop stop shaking. what if people see? (you saw. you didn't look away.)

nostalgic memories

at two p.m. we'd play pretend outside, collecting whatever items we could to use as props to the silly story we wanted to make, we'd be adventurers stranded in a forest, or the characters from our favorite cartoon, (or the children of parents who love each other, and who are able to smile freely.) at six p.m. we'd be back in your room, i fell and hit my head, so you brought out the colorful bandaids that always cheered me up, you kissed the cut on my forehead before putting a bandaid on it, and scolded me for my clumsiness. (i had hoped you would always be there when i got hurt. i can't help that i'm childish.) at one a.m. we'd be hiding under the sheets, quietly watching some tv show on your phone, whispering and giggling quietly, before quickly ducking and pretending to be asleep whenever footsteps approached the door. (it was foreign to me, to have someone check up on us at night. don't they have better things to do?) at five a.m. we'd be huddled together on the balcony, at that time, it felt like the whole world was asleep, like we had the entire town just for ourselves. yawning, a blanket around our shoulders, we would sit and watch the sun rising in the distance, (i raise my hand towards it. it's too far away for me to reach. i wonder, will i ever reach you?)

stranger

as if stuck in a trance, after our eyes met, we could no longer look away, thinking “where did she come from? what is she doing here?” stranger, tell me, when you look at my face, do you remember love? or do you remember grief? standing in the bathroom, i hear the horrible sound of glass being scratched, what are you even trying to do? a face that looks so familiar, but that i don't remember ever having known, what are you looking at me like that for? tangled hair, something disgusting dripping from her mouth, and eyes empty like the deepest void, do you think anyone'll love you looking like that? she scrapes at the thin barrier that divides us, until it becomes streaked with blood, why does it seem to be stained on both sides? standing in the bathroom, i cling and scratch at the looking glass, please tell me what to do, don't leave me. my vision blurs more and more, a wetness in my eyes i can't seem to get rid of, but your face remains perfectly clear. clear porcelain skin, a wide smile, and eyes that seem to shine like stars in the night sky, please don't be disappointed in me. my nails tear off and her image becomes marked by gore, but still i see some red on her fingertips. i didn't know angels could bleed. as if time was standing still, the only sound we could hear was our breathing, thinking “why do we carry on? why do we do the things we do?” stranger, tell me, when you look at my face, do you think of your accomplishments? or do you think of who you couldn't become?

allegory of the cave

the bird cannot exist without its cage. that's what i've been told, anyway. light filtered in through in between the bars, forming linear patterns on the floor, i'd make a game of never stepping in the shadows, only on the lighter stripes, and when night came, i'd find myself unable to move at all. the bird cannot exist without its cage. if that's the case, what does that make you? i watched, mesmerized, as you so effortlessly flew through hoops, as you were praised by the humans, hey, if i were to steal your voice that sings so beautifully, could that be forgiven? if i were to steal your feathers that shine so vibrantly, could that be forgiven? the bird cannot exist without its freedom. that's what i began to think, after some time. and so, when you extended your hand into my cage, i grasped it tightly and didn't let go, did i want you to take me with you into the outside world, or did i want you to be trapped here with me? i felt your bones creak and snap in my hands, and i wondered, why do i always break everything i touch? the bird cannot exist without its freedom. if that's the case, you and i had failed from the very start. when i left my tiny cage, i found that the world i'd been longing for was nothing more than a larger prison, and i found that you had never been as free as you seemed, that you longed for it just as much as i did. so, i suppose it should have come as no surprise to me when you climbed to the top of our birdcage, spread your wings, and f l e w .

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inspired by milgram's raincoat merch collab

i started this thing all the way back in may but only got around to finishing it now~ i'll get back to working on the mv now that i'm feeling a lot less burned out!

individual drawings under the cut

and as a bonus, scrapped sketches!