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[yamicsofttechnology]

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[keymintt]

some style studies with grimm n yarrow for funsies

[in order: persona 5, disco elysium (aleksander rostov), witch hat atelier (kamome shirahama), the tea dragon society (k o'neill), alphonse mucha, hades (jen zee), in stars and time (insertdisc5), and promare]

[johnnyshrine]

★ 124 // “Sparkle”

[pebbleyoufindonthestreet]

Oh, looks like your copy of Undertale had an extra attachment.. It looks like you’ve got a sans on your computer now..?

He’s fun to have! Just uh.. don’t forget you’ve got company now, alright?

Luckily, communication isn’t a problem!

.. Whoops.

(Don’t worry though, he likes you!)

Should I draw him in your walls next? <3333

[cuppajj]

me when csp finally added puppet warp

[yhwcomeback]

how's cole's poster going? i haven't see you draw him recently, so i'm pretty excited to see how you design him (^.^)

I think I posted a sketch not long ago on twitter, I had do re-do all of the designs because I really didn't like how the hair was at first, and took me a while to get it where I wanted. Right now I'm stuck on the Possesion - Day of the Departed era, because I really want that part in specific to look good since it's a character development for him. I'm ngl it's really hard to get on the mindset of drawing these lol, probably will get to it next weekend because of Brazilian Carnaval lasts 5 days, so I can work on it without issue, I think that's what I did last year too.

[windydrawallday]

Yes, I LOVE TORTURING MYSELF WITH DETAILS every blue moon (TC in [this pose] requested by @mariequitecontrary that I took too seriously skdhfkjsd).

[ya-boi-alex]

crack brothers I mean zzz boys, yeah, that's the name 👍

[dol-dee]

Butchvery compilation

[yamicsofttechnology]

https://justpaste.it/why-yamicsoft-windows-manager-is

[in-this-essay-i-wont]

Art of the robot guy ever.,,..,. He’s so sad my shayla.,..

[kittycat9876]

tidbits of varying quality from various points in time

[loopyarts]

Here’s a fun little wip test fan animation on the redhead gremlin himself Ichiji that I have been working on in the background in my spare time over for past few months.

It was a short animation study and practice of me trying to replicate the One piece anime Toei animation style but it ended up looking more like Oda manga style instead all well. :3c Overall, I’m really happy with the result so far.

[powdermelonkeg]

I mean, I think he's recognizeable

[mangomaking]

Oh kiddo... What are you thinking about...

[lenievi]

What Are Little Girls Made Of? coda

Spock/Chapel

When Spock found himself in front of the sick bay, he was not entirely surprised. He still had a chance to turn back and retire to his quarters, and no one would be any the wiser. It was—he was sure of it—the more logical choice, but his logic was always disturbed when it came to Christine. His efforts to suppress it for years notwithstanding.

Spock exhaled and entered the sick bay. It was empty. He followed the sound of glass clinking into the lab area. As he expected, Christine had buried herself in work, reorganizing the entire content of the storage cabinets, moving fast and efficiently, quite unaware of her surroundings.

“Nurse,” Spock said, as she put down a beaker.

Christine stiffened. “Mister Spock.” She didn’t turn around. “Doctor McCoy isn’t here.”

“I’m looking for you.”

Christine let out a shaky breath, so quiet that if Spock were a human, he wouldn’t hear it. He walked closer, past the table, and stopped a few steps away from her. Neither said anything. The hair around the nape of her back was messy, in need of combing. Was it still as soft as it used to be? Spock clasped his hands behind his back. Thoughts were just thoughts, but they could be dangerous.

“Is there a problem?” Christine asked, finally facing him, her eyes red but dry.

“I thought”—Spock shifted, uncomfortable and uncertain, wanting to help, unsure of his welcome—”you could use… a friend.”

Christine smiled sadly. “That’s… that’s kind of you, Mister Spock.”

“I am sorry your search for Roger Korby didn’t have a more desired outcome.”

Christine folded her arms over her chest, and Spock knew it was a bad thing to say. “Can we… can we not talk about it?” Christine looked at the ground, her fingers digging into her upper arm.

Spock nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. Perhaps, he should have never come. He was never able to offer her the comfort she wanted. He never knew how. “Do you… want help?” The thought of leaving her alone left Spock with an unpleasant feeling. 

Christine startled. Spock took a beaker and gave her a questioning look. Her eyes softened and maybe, maybe Spock made the right choice.

“You can take care of the left cabinet,” Christine said. “It’s been already labeled.”

They worked in silence, the only sound was the clinking of beakers and flasks, so when the glass shattered, it was loud. Christine stood still, tears running down her face. Quiet, so quiet. Spock felt his body moving. How long had she been crying? He embraced her, his fingers burying in her hair—still so soft and beautiful.

Christine dug her fingers into Spock’s back, pressing closer, as if she wanted to crawl inside him, as if he could protect her from reality.

“Christine,” Spock murmured, and she buried her face into his chest, sobbing, her shoulders shaking. Spock ran a soothing hand over her back and kept quiet, hoping that his presence and touch would be enough. Could ever be enough.

Later, she’d apologize. He’d tell her that crying was a human prerogative. She’d smile and they’d part not quite awkwardly, knowing that nothing had changed.

And later still, late into his meditation, he’d regret not telling her he was glad she decided to stay with the ship, and would lock the feeling deep down.