#since I've been slowly working on it

[blaiddraws]

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WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS, FOLKS!!! though this part may be a bit shorter than the first part, i think it'll be Fun, regardless.

i was also GOING to wait to post this until Tuesday or so, but my favorite dragon game is under unexpected maintenance and idk what to do with my life without it 😅

[thunderc1an]

Warriors: The Prophecies Begin (Redraw: 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020) 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I saw @qourmet's young madam lan art, and knew what I had to do.

[a2zillustration]

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[ohnowithapencil]

[saltroclus]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022-) | Like Angels Put in Hell by God 1.06

Still rotating these girls in the back of my brain to the tune of Baby Strange

[lala-the-rebel]

Presenting...her (ft. Phil)

(another practice sketch of sorts, this time with sister daniel cuz why not)

[krenenbaker]

| ;＾▽＾)ノ ... hey...

sorry that it's been a while… I'm still kind of getting used to actually working a 9-to-5 (that was more overwhelming of a change than I had expected!), but I am still here!! I'm back and feeling a whole whack of a lot better than I was :3

(also you know when you log out of things - Tumblr, Discord, and numerous other social medias - then realize that you haven't spoken with your friends in way too long, feel weirdly embarrassed and don't talk with them for even longer even though you're thinking about them and it makes no sense to do that, feel sad, and then finally log back in and feel like you're totally out of the loop? haha… oops…)

I guess a few little updates? 

first off, work is great! I'm loving my job and my coworkers, and it's all super engaging stuff I've been making there! things are SUPER busy since we're in the process of moving locations, but it's a great place to be :3

I've started listening to WAY too many Vkei artists and bands for someone who doesn't understand Japanese. it's been almost all I've listened to at work for the past month and a half or so. eight hours a day. every day.

My interest in twst and my other games had been slowly waning… I haven't played them in far too long ( ´-｀) however! I do still adore them. I am putting together a twst cosplay to go to the fan convention in my city in September~

I've missed y'all, and I think about all of you often. so… I’m sorry for being away for so long ♡

[ejga-ostja]

Got a new Kylan fic which is basically just this

Go read!!!

[sochilll]

what if I started writing fanfic again. what then.

[cold-neon-ocean]

Okay so I'm in a real right spot at the moment so I'm gonna open up for a few regular commission slots! Anything is on the table just no full backgrounds! I don’t normally advertise commissions over here but I’ve been unable to properly work for a while due to looking after my family’s animals :’)

I truly don’t know how tumblr deals with posts with links but I’m shooting my shot where I can so here’s the form and my carrd that has all my prices and info if you’re interested! Reblogs are very much appreciated!

[sashamini]

Slow progress is still progress

[peaches2217]

I'm slowly but surely easing back into writing now that I'm acclimating to my new job! I can't say for certain when I'll have my next completed piece up, so in the meantime, please have the first page and a half of one of my longer WIPs, because if I don't post something I am going to gnaw my arm off like an understimulated animal. So please accept this gift which I'm presently calling...

Musings on a Motivation (WIP, also still looking for a less cringy title 😅)

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“Did you truly want to marry me? Or did you just want to take Bowser’s victory for your own?”

Peach presented Mario with this question in the Snow Kingdom, huddled across from him in the corner of some Shiverian cafe. Her quiet voice was resolute, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes from the mug of hot chocolate in her hands.

For the first time in two days, Mario felt cold. She had warned him, told him she was going to bring it up again, but he didn’t feel any more prepared in spite of the advance alert.

“There’s no wrong answer,” she assured him, and though her smile was sad, it was equally sincere. “No matter what you tell me, I won’t think any differently of you. I just… I want to know.”

He nodded, though his head felt heavy and disconnected from his shoulders. Right. He supposed he did owe her an answer.

This wasn’t the first time they were discussing the incident on the moon. He knew for a fact it wouldn't be the last, either.

Half an hour after the offending event, Mario had broken the silence of the trip back home with an apology, face flushing redder and redder with shame the more he dwelled on it. His princess, l’amore della sua vita, the one he would travel to the ends of the earth and beyond for, had almost been forced into a marriage with the Koopa King Bowser, the very creature who caused her constant torment.

And what had Mario done after saving her from a marriage she hadn't asked for? Tried cornering her into another one. Proposed to her, a proposal that was quickly challenged by Bowser himself. Gotten into a squabble over her hand with the aforementioned creature like two boys fighting over a plastic toy. All of this minutes after rescuing her.

Peach had tiredly forgiven him, but asked to discuss it further once they were home and rested. Three days later, she reaffirmed her pardon over cake and tea, but held none of her own feelings on the matter back: how childishly he’d painted himself in her eyes, how she felt like nothing more than a trophy, some grand prize that would go to whoever shoved flowers in her face the hardest, how little she worried he valued her affections if he actually thought Bowser, of all people, was competition. The timing was bad, the execution was infinitely worse, and she felt both affronted and humiliated by the last man she ever expected to cause her such distress. 

Mario, for his part, was grateful. If she could feel all of those things — if he could cause her to feel all of those things — but she could still forgive him, then perhaps she still trusted him. 

But it stung no less to hear, and it certainly didn’t soften the blow when she asked for a break. 

“I need a vacation,” she had sighed. “We both… we need space. Some time apart.” Mario had numbly agreed.

In parting, he had taken her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, wishing her safety and happiness on whatever ventures she had planned; she had excused herself quickly, but not quickly enough to hide the first of her tears. That image routinely kept Mario awake into the early hours of the morning.

Glancing at the untouched slice of cake lying before him, he gulped. That had been a month ago. Peach had parted from the kingdom the following afternoon, and after a few lethargic days hiding beneath his blankets, Mario heeded the pleas of his brother and his newest friend and decided a vacation didn’t sound half bad. 

Luigi elected to stay home and tend to some sort of balloon-adjacent business, yet even without his twin, Mario found himself mercifully distracted. It began as a week-long expedition to both the major landmarks and best hidden alcoves of Cappy’s home nation. But somewhere between Big Beanie and Bucket-Hat Palace, their sightseeing stint segued into another hunt for Power Moons, fueled this time by adventure and pure entertainment rather than necessity, and Mario came to discover that an international game of hide-and-seek is an excellent way to distract oneself from heartbreak. 

So that was what he threw himself into, and the less excitable but every bit as goal-oriented Cappy was more than happy to assist. Yesterday was Day 35 of their adventure, and having spent the previous week roughing it in the choking heat of the Forgotten Isle, they’d agreed easily that a cooler change in scenery would do them both good. They arrived in the Snow Kingdom that morning and planned to spend the day acclimating in the (relative) warmth of Shiveria, then soldier on in their quest with no end goal. 

But just barely within the walls of the town, a black beret and a halo of golden hair stopped Mario in his tracks. 

Peach’s face was flush from the cold, but her eyes shined brighter and bluer than the carbonated sea of Bubblaine, and she called his name with all the warmth of a stroll along its sunny shores, and how his legs didn’t give out on the spot he wasn’t entirely sure. Suddenly the month that had flown by without her felt like an eternity. 

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If y’all have any feedback thus far I would appreciate it most sincerely, I wanna make sure it’s at least somewhat coherent so far!!

[thewishender690]

Here is a warmup I did of my Warlock Vasili!

[skania]

The way Kishi makes a fool of Kakashi here though.

By this point, she has outright admitted that there’s absolutely nothing she can do for Sasuke, so those words are moot.

Kakashi also says that her feelings for Sasuke have “changed” and that they’re “on a whole different level”, yet her behavior is exactly the same from when she was twelve.

Kishi could’ve chosen so many ways to show actual progression to back Kakashi up, but he chose not to.

Not to mention, Kishi has Sasuke himself expose the clownery chapters later 🤡

Then we have Kakashi preaching about how she supposedly didn’t “want” nor “try” to make Sasuke hers —

Only for Kishi to confirm in the Gaiden that she chased after Sasuke even after Sasuke was saved by Naruto. So she very much wanted and tried to make him hers (🤡) and her novel (for those who take them into account) only makes it worse because it shows she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

But the worst offender is the fact that Kishi has Kakashi say that you don’t need a reason to love someone, because what undoes Sasuke in the end is understanding the reason Naruto goes so far for him.

So Kishi really grabbed Kakashi and made the poor man spout a bunch of non-sense to save-face since SS was going to be canon, but it’s obvious that not even Kishi himself believed any of it 🤡

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now