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germplush · 1 year ago
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gentle pretty baby,, 🩷🫧🎀🍭
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months ago
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Another year has passed, and with it the opportunity to reflect back on all that has happened. While my growth was not as dramatic as last year, I can still see lots of positive change.
I'll never have enough ways to say thank you for all the love and support you have given me this year. On to 2025!
(2023 summary here!)
#poorly drawn mdzs#art summary#Since last year's independent variable was PD-WWX; this year I used Lan Wangji.#Unfortunately his appearances were not very evenly distributed this year! Lots of LWJ's early in the year#then a dead period in the middle. He is forever my silly rabbit. I love drawing him!#If I have to put a label on this year; I'd describe it as 'experimental'. I pushed myself to do llots of new things!#I drew lots for dungeon meshi and that really boosted my growth. More body types -clothing details - expressions!#Ryoko Kui is a great artist to learn from and It made me realize that I had a lot to gain from doing more studies.#I also started working on a whole new genre of art! While it has taken a backburner spot - I'm working on a game now!#Digital art was my enemy last year but I have been getting a feel for it now.#Goals for this year is to 1) keep working on my personal projects 2) finish PD-MDZS! and 3) practice animation!#I didn't (couldn't) draw as much as I did last year...but I had to take a lesson in humility and taking care of myself.#Drawing is something I do 'for fun' but there were many times it became more stressful than it should.#I'm still learning how to find and maintain balance with everything life throws at me.#We are all works of progress and I am trying very hard to love the process and the journey! I don't really know my destination!#But I will keep taking steps forwards. I never want to be stuck and lost as I once was.#If 2024 was a rough year for you too; We're in this together. Let's keep taking steps together. No matter how small.#Love you all so very much. You've given me strength on the darkest days. Thank you thank you thank you.
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random-cockroach · 10 months ago
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djpachipikachu · 7 months ago
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im on time and not late for this heh,,,, coughs
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flowers:
red spider lily - death of loved ones, last goodbyes
marigold - light that lives inside someone, flowers for dia de los muertos to guide the dead home
camellia - love and devotion
lavender - devotion, queer love
bmc is so awesome and i love it and i love hitok Mwa weeee
au and dtiys by @hitokshellart
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lemongogo · 8 months ago
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blue period // look back
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cheralith · 1 month ago
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cw: cannibalism, blood, murder, heavier gore warning on this one (description of an eyeball taken out of its socket more specifically)
no one asked but yukimiya is a serial killer cannibal in cannibal!au.
he is also your sweet, seemingly innocuous friend that you may or may not have a crush on. part of you wants to believe that he feels the same way, since you've noticed he gives you a rather specialized attention, but you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hard to read.
but he's lovely to be around, lovelier when it's just the two of you alone. he'll stay close to you in public spaces as your own human shield. he always reminds you of your guys' friday movie nights—asking if you were still up for it (you always are, when are you not?). he always makes a compliment regarding your appearance whenever you meet up, something to set a good foundation for the day.
but every once in a while, you'll catch him staring at you in rather adoring manner, this quiet smile on his lips as he looks at you. it makes you giddily nervous, knowing that he has this spotlight for you and you alone.
"is there something on my face?" you ask him one time, dabbing around your cheeks.
yukimiya shakes his head, smile still settled.
"oh no," he says. "i was just... just admiring your eyes, that's all. they're beautiful, i hope you know that."
you blink in a doe-like manner, a curious ponder in your innocent gaze. yukimiya's own tangerine hues soften at your surprise, making him chuckle affectionately at your modesty that arrives not a moment later.
"sorry, i didn't mean to fluster you," he excuses, "hope i didn't weird you out."
"oh no," you laugh lightly, waving his apology away. "not at all. i just... no one really has told me that before. i didn't think my eyes were all that enticing."
yukimiya hums, allowing himself to stare at you again when you don't shy away from him, letting him be lost in your gaze, too embarassed at his sudden compliment to see the darker resolve that he hides behind his glasses.
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the woman's wheezes come to a stop eventually when the last bit of blood needed for a pulse bleeds out.
yukimiya sighs in relief, gripping his hand around the knife plunged deep in her body and recklessly pulling it out, wincing when some blood sprays his face. he draws a tongue over his teeth, swallowing the bundle of saliva built up in his mouth as he gets off of the body of his former date now laid face down on the floor of his apartment. foolish girl, didn't anyone tell you not to trust strangers?
he pushes her body to face right-side up, allowing her face to stare up at him, the life completely gone from her eyes. he grins when he sees the familiarity of the deadened gaze and lowers himself down, taking the knife and carving out the skin around her eye sockets to better space the area out.
he snacks on the bit of meat, the sucking on the blood from the piece of eyelid, spitting out the mascara-caked lashes as he continues working his way through. she tastes okay—he's had better though. he assumes the alcohol from the wine in her system had melded in her blood a little bit. he's not too fond of the bitter aftertaste.
yukimiya sees it suddenly, that little fleshy arm from behind the eyeball. his fingers shove their way through the hollowed-out socket and pinches it between his middle and index, then cupping the eyeball around his palm and giving it a harsh tug.
the eyeball and its muscle disconnects from inside—mission success. with a blood-smeared hand, yukimiya pops it into his mouth, then goes to chew and suck off the leftover muscle framing around the gummy orb, being careful not to impact it directly.
he spits it back out as the sweet blood and meat from the muscle slither down his throat contently. delicate fingers go to pinch the eyeball and he holds it up to the light. a perfectly rounded shape, a pristine white all over with a beautiful rim of amber around the pupil. no signs of glaucoma, jaundice, or broken blood vessels anywhere.
he thinks this'll be a good piece to his collection, a good possible replacement. it looks rather close enough to his own.
it's not long until yukimiya takes out her other eye, placing the two into a jar of solution to keep them hydrated and ready if ever the case. he takes it to a private room in his complex, this darkened cupboard hidden away that holds other jars of eyes with some that mirror his own, some in different colors—but all healthy and pristine.
yukimiya admires his collection for a bit, welcoming the newest addition, but suddenly feels a vibrating in his pocket. he takes his phone out and blinks at the bright screen that lights up the dim room, the leftover adrenaline he felt from earlier bespeckling his vision with a few black spots that he attempts to blink away.
he presses the accept button.
"hiya," your voice rings from the other end.
"hey there," he chimes. "what's up?"
"movie night is still a-go?" you question.
yukmiya winces. right, today is friday, and he said last time you could come over to his place. but with the current body bleeding out in his living room, he feels as though he's going to need more than a couple of hours to completely discard the body. taking it apart and storing its flesh for later often takes a few hours, and yukimiya is not one to waste food for the sake of time.
"yeah, yeah," he hums. "but is it okay if we do at your place today? sorry, they're doing some construction outside my building and i'd hate for the noise to interfere."
your laughter echoes from the other end. "haha, no problem. could you give me an extra half-hour, though? i need to clean my place up."
yukimiya assures you that it's fine and bids you a temporary goodbye, agreeing to meet up soon. he sighs, going to stretch his limbs for a bit and opening up his camera roll to find a particular photo of you that he finds himself admiring a few times in the week, a soft smile on his lips as he traces a finger over your eyes, hues bright and attentive at the camera he had focused on you one night.
they really are one of your best features, aren't they?
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rockhousejai · 2 months ago
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Happy Easter everyone 🐰🥚
From the cottontail sibs
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splashtail · 6 months ago
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click clack design doodles
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cloudy-whales · 6 months ago
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Been playing Epic Mickey Rebrushed a lot…..
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curtis-brothers-hug · 8 days ago
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"It's not what you are, it's just what you did."
Johnny was only recognized AFTER his death, only because he saved those kids and that's it. The outside world didn't care about who or what he was, only that he was a hero.
Dally wasn't recognized by the outside world at all. He was a hoodlum, and that was all anyone cared about. No one else took the time to get to know him, only that "he was a violent guy" and "you need to stay clear of him". No one except the gang knew the real Dallas Winston, only the 'crazy hoodlum'.
Yes!
Johnny died a hero, Dally died a hood. Both labels deliberately obscure what they really were: kids. Both labels flatten them into archetypes that make their lives - and their deaths - more palatable to adult society.
If a kid dies a hood, tsk tsk such a shame, but really it was his own fault. Or if we’re being charitable, it’s his parents’ fault. It’s certainly not ours.
Saying that a kid died a hero seems like an honor on the surface, but if you dig a little deeper it’s just another way to sanitize his life and his death and his circumstances; to absolve society of accountability. He made a choice. A noble, brave, self sacrificing choice. He risked his life. (He knew what he was doing. So really, it’s his own fault too. But in a noble way that we admire!) His gruesome, painful death becomes a heartwarming human interest piece about the children that were saved, instead of the children that weren’t.
Johnny and Dally were both abused, neglected children who were put in horrible positions they never should have been put in, that forced them to make choices they never should have had to make, because society completely and utterly failed them. And both labels allow that same society to avoid any accountability.
Reckoning with the lives of kids like Johnny and Dallas, trying to figure out what to do with them, is too messy. It’s so much more convenient to slap a label on them after their death. It’s so much more convenient for society to mourn kids like them than it is to raise them. It’s so much more convenient that they died.
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germplush · 11 months ago
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a cane user (Dream) and their emotional support plushie (Nibble)
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dol--blathanna · 8 months ago
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I've already spoke in length about Orym's self-sacrificial tendencies in my 'Orym is a rabbit' post, but don't think I've forgotten about Miss Horse Girl giving Iphigenia vibes over here I just have some concerns about Imogen, whether willingly or forced, becoming a vessel for Predathos (you know, the same entity that Orym tried to comprehend for a single heartbeat and began screaming uncontrollably, had to be cradled like an infant by the Wildmother while he sobbed, and now something inside of him is irreversibly broken). Like I just think that letting an eldritch monster of hunger and oblivion possess you is maybe not a great idea?
One is a rabbit pushing his head willingly into the snare, the other is an ancient Greek princess about to be sacrificed on the altar so the war may continue, and I am asking them both very nicely to Please Stop That and Not Die 🙏💕
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catgirlweed · 1 month ago
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sonics consigned to the wips pile
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manomeansshark · 2 months ago
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I dropped my phone earlier this week and the screen shattered to bits
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toomanythoughts2 · 11 months ago
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Remember when I said I think of Nathan reading Toki to sleep in order for me to fall asleep? This is what I'm talking about when I say that.
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shiningstarr15 · 3 months ago
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The World’s Smallest “Doctor”
Behold! My official GGY/Dr Rabbit design! Based on multiple different sources of inspiration. The primary sources being Dr Hare from Poptropica and Max from Max and Ruby (aka my childhood) (don’t judge me)
Just wanted to polish this baby up to prepare for ggy week 😃
A little info
His schtick is basically “mad scientist/mad doctor” (think Dr Frankenstein, Dr Jekyl, etc)
He is the second follower of Glitchtrap (Vanny being the first)
He is tasked with two main jobs; keeping Vanessa in check, and is Vanny’s partner
Rab is not a switch, he’s in complete control at all times. Vanessa is aware that “someone” is working behind the scenes pulling strings, but is completely unaware of Rab’s existence (they are kept in separate living quarters so Rab is out of Vanessa’s eye when she takes control)
Gregory is in the “dark place” where he has no idea what’s going on in the outside world. He’s essentially in the equivalent of a comatose state.
Rab is created using the “fragmented mind theory,” in which Gregory’s own mindset is used to create what is essentially the “dark” version of himself. (With heavy influence and supernatural tweaking from glitchtrap)
Two Sides of the same coin
Vanny and Rab are both similar in many ways while also simultaneously being each others polar opposites
Vanny is wreckless and chaotic, Rab is more calculated and orderly
Both like to play games with their victims, with Rab being more about the “psychological” torment, and Vanny prefers the physical stuff
Rab’s charismatic energy allows him to entice potential victims into a false sense of security, using masterful manipulation tactics to make one start questioning their own thought processing and being able to listen to instincts (they trust him, despite their gut screaming at them not too)
Rab is a mastered hacker, able to completely rewrite coding in both simplified and complex machines as well as implement different programs into them (ie programming the virus into the pizzaplex systems)
Rab prefers to leave the actual dirty work to Vanny, whereas they have perfected a routine in which Rab will lure the victims to the pizzaplex, incapacitate them with a syringe, and deliver them unconscious to Vanny (he sometimes assists in her “work” but usually prefers to stay on the sidelines)
Dressed for success
Unlike Vanny, rab does not have a full on fursuit
He does, however, have off black overalls to perfectly contrast Vanny’s off white fursuit
His oversized jacket is spruced up and accessorized with rabbit ears and patchwork that was added on by Vanny herself (excess fabric from her own suit)
The overalls also have patchwork as well as cyan colored star buttons and lightning bolt stitched onto the chest
Freddy’s merch underneath it all since he lives at the pizzaplex
He also wears massive goggles as protective eyewear (he also thinks they look cool)
Note: patchwork and patterning of outfit contain subliminal 3 star/binarystar foreshadowing :3
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