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ARTFIGHT 2024 SUMMARY!!
wah, this year was really crazy!! getting back to art was tough but i'm really glad i did. this year's highlight was certainly making this mass attack with my irl friend @/Garden_of_Eden as a school project typa thing. here it is:
it's really funny, bc before a massive artblock i had from august 2023 all the way up until artfight / july 2024 i greatly preferred doing digital art rather than traditional. now it's exactly the opposite - it's the only attack i did digitally this year!! here are some traditional attacks i'm most proud of this year; emo comic warning!! i'm not emo but the character certainly is lololol so i tried to make it work. this one was for @cherrichu2 !!
and another one i think was kinda cool:
i'm happy w the progress i made!! hopefully i'll have time to draw during the school year... cya next artfight!!
PS: my banner and pfp are both attacks i got this year!! i really got some amazing art dude... ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
i was in desperate need of this thank you
All east blue polycule fanfiction from fanfiction.net
This is my formal post about it but I recently (as of a few seconds ago) found out Merryship/Merryshipping is what people used to call East Blue polycule, and then I looked it up on fanfiction.net. And then I'm now copy and pasting the (5!! FIVE!!) fanfiction links for archival purposes here on this post, because I think these fanfics would be lost to time otherwise.
I haven't read all of them, (currently, I've only read "It isn't Love" and that one gut punched me so I'm still recovering,) and my archival of them isn't a testament to their quality. If there ends up being any bad ones in here. But it is a testament to how badly I want these fanfictions to be preserved.
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Merryship 50 (Fifty sentences of piratical polyamory.)
It Isn't Love (because great swordsmen don't fall in love)
Rainy Day (It's raining hard, and everyone is cooped up in the galley. This does not bode well for Nami's sanity, Sanji's physical stabilty, or Zoro's pants.)
Five's Bad Company (It's indecently hard to get privacy on this ship. Luckily, nobody wants it. Nobody ships like Nami ships: Merryshipping)
Bar Fight (A guy hits on Nami in a bar, and the Strawhat boys take action to defend her honor. And to get some peace and quiet so they can finish their drinks.)
Greetings bugs and worms!
This comic is a little different than what I usually do but I worked real hard on it—Maybe I'll make more infographic stuff in the future this ended up being fun. Hope you learned something new :)
If you are still curious and want to learn more about OCD, you can visit the International OCD Foundation's website. I also recommend this amazing TED ED video "Starving The Monster", which was my first introduction to the disorder and this video by John Green about his own experience with OCD.
The IOCDF's website can also help you find support groups, therapy, and has lots of online guides and resources as well if you or a loved one is struggling with the disorder. It is very comprehensive!
Reblog to teach your followers about OCD
(But also not reblogging doesn't make you evil, silly goose)
my monthly post WOOOOO okay but actually i luv this piece it looks so pretty im sohappy
THE SILLYS EVER I LOVE THEM SM /nr
INHALE okay so I drew some Future Rise Donnie x @pinetreevillain 's Tim fluff.
I was reading about turtle biology and eventually learnt about their mating season then started wondering what would it look like if tmnt had to go through these as well.
PR0SHIT/N5FW DNI
love your writing! could you do some more for ralbert?
Aaaa thank you!!! I’m so sorry that this took so long, school has been beating me up lately, lol. Enjoy this little bit of rambling!
There’s a crack in the mirror in Albert and Race’s home.
Neither are quite sure how it got there- perhaps a box was dropped onto it during moving and hit the glass a bit too hard, perhaps one of them had bumped into it and just didn’t remember- but it’s been there for as long as the two of them can tell you. It was there when they signed the lease on the house, it was there when they came home one day with a shining bundle of joy in their arms, after years of waiting, and it’ll be there when the time comes to put the mirror away.
When you stand in front of it, your view of your reflection is distorted a bit where the glass has chipped. Right above your heart lies a star-shaped crack, your skin seeming fragile and broken underneath it. Both Albert and Race have looked into this mirror hundreds of times, a quick glance on the way out to run an errand or for several minutes as they laughed at the faces their kids made in it.
Their youngest barely comes up to the crack, a little puncture mark poked into his face when he passes by. He laughs when he sees it, brushing his hand just close enough to feel the groove where the mirror’s broken, smiling at his reflection.
Race has to blink tears from his eyes when he sees this, his beautiful child so happy with what he saw in that glass. Albert isn’t so lucky- he’s always been sentimental anyways. It had taken a long time for the two of them to find that, for their own reflections to not punch a hole through their heart.
Their children won’t ever have to suffer through those long years of waiting before freedom, trapped in the hopeless purgatory of no support before they finally get the courage to stand up. That mirror will never haunt them. Their names will not be a source of pain. They’ll never be afraid to be who they were- both Race and Albert had promised that long before they’d first adopted.
For now, that mirror will distort their children’s faces, hear their giggles as they stick out their tongues at the warped image. As they grow, they’ll fall into the same routine, ignoring that old crack in the glass as they fix their jacket or comb through their hair, the slight bend in light unnoticeable now. Their hearts will break, just like the glass, and be mended together again with some sort of miracle. When they leave their childhood home, that mirror will watch, still the same as ever yet having bore witness to the molding of two human beings, just as it had done before. They’ll come home for holidays and birthdays, funerals and reunions, their fingerprints left on the mirror and wiped off again, like when they were little.
Sooner rather than later, it’ll become no longer useful, and it will sit in a basement or old antique shop, slowly staining and losing its light. It will heave its final, weak breath, the memories made lost to time and decay, to all except those who lived it- those who still dream of the time spent in that house, with that mirror.
That glass may one day be broken, but those men and their family? They never will be.
hello again mr pigeon 'pidge' wit i come to u with a writing req ....... no pressure to write obviously!!!!
but consider ur shitface drunk davey w jack (potentially friends too) at a restaurant ... javey aren't together at this point ... but davey is just a little too drunk and ends up pretty much lying with his head on jacks lap ... cue 'jack, I don't wanna go all the way home all by myself ....... can I come home with you?' and jack being the smitten pushover he is of course lets David 'Lightweight' Jacobs sleep in his bed with him ...
davey wakes up has no recollection of what happened and is SO concerned when he wakes up in jacks bed - jack is shirtless - and oh lord he's SO hungover .... anyway ...
consider also jack waking up and saying 'hey beautiful' and Davey short circuiting and jack shrugging and saying 'well u seemed to like it just fine last night'
sorry for the long af ask but this????? in your writing style!!!!! I would shit myself /pos
roman i have had this in my inbox for so long cause i want to write this so goddamn badly but alas uni is killing me, so that's probably not gonna happen for a while. BUT! i do have little snippets for your convenience, because again, this idea was so fun and i wanted to write it so so badly. hope these can tide you over:
“Davey,” Jack says, far more charmed than he should be, because he is pathetic, “maybe you oughta take a break for a bit, you’re-”
“Don’t worry yourself, handsome,” Davey winks, and Jack immediately feels his stomach drop. They have entered Flirty Drunk Davey, which means Jack is going to be of no help for the entire evening. “I’m a big boy, I can make my own decisions, and I’m deciding to get sloshed tonight.” He drums his hands on the table as he gets up and shoots Jack a finger-gun as he stumbles only slightly. “Livin’ la vida loca!”
Oh, Jack is a sad man. Jack is a weak, pathetic little man who is in love with someone that just said livin’ la vida loca unironically. Jack is a sad, sad man.
[…]
“And iguanodons,” Davey says quite seriously, with one finger raised like a very wobbly professor,“iguanodons, they walk like – like this…”
He shapes each of his hands into three-toed points and leans forward to plant them on the floor.
“Oh, no-” Jack says quickly, taking his wrists and gently pulling him upright. “No, Davey, that’s okay, don’t – don’t crawl on the floor, pal.”
Davey looks at him with the largest eyes Jack’s ever seen in his life.
“But that’s how iguanodons walk…” He says plaintively, like Jack is a monster who is stifling a very important display of science, and Jack is so pathetically gone for him that he’s almost tempted to say, ‘I’m sorry Davey, by all means crawl around on the floor like a dinosaur, I love you so much.’ Christ, he needs to skip town, go somewhere so repressed he’ll never even think about feelings again without curling up and dying of shame. Britain, maybe. Or wherever the Amish live.
“I know, bud,” Jack soothes, rubbing a hand down his back. “You, uh – you just show me later, okay? We’re going inside now.”
[…]
Right. Right. Breathe. Facts. That’s what Davey needs. Facts.
Fact one: he is currently in Jack’s bed, in Jack’s sweatpants.
Fact two: he cannot remember how he got into either Jack’s bed or Jack’s sweatpants.
Fact three: Jack is making pancakes. Shirtless. With a bit of batter stuck to his collarbone that Davey really wants to lick.
(Fact three, subheading: Davey might still be a little bit drunk)
Conclusion: Davey had literally mind-blowing sex last night while more drunk than a Baltic tide and has thus not only ruined the best friendship he’s ever had, but can’t even reminisce over the memory of it to soothe the wound. Fantastic.
I think Nightleaf plus Dovevine kit would be interesting!! My creepy guy..
I think I went a little overboard with this one, whoops!!
Meteorpaw is my guess for this one
You're free to keep the hypokit design if you like it!
I haven't posted in a while but DR. TWO BRAINS DOODLE!!!
RAHHH HIHI LOVE LOLOL
i shall sit on ur dash forever now >:)
LADIES, GENTS, AND NON BINARY FRIENDS, MAY I INTRODUCE U TO
MY BEAUTIFUL PARTNER (@moodbroads) WHO CANNOT ESCAPE
RAAAHH WE SHALL WAIT FOR YOUR RETURN......
Inbox temporary close
As much as we (I) love all the support and many asks you thoughtful strangers ask us (me), I'm gonna be closing the Inbox temporally 'til we're all caught up.
You're stressin' my kid out.
But don't worry your affectionate little heads for me, we've been working behind the screen preparing tons of replies for just about every one of you. You'll know when I come back. I never miss out on the attention.
-Mr. H🚬
does anyone play bandori / listen to jrock or any of the sort :33 i’ve been hyperfixated on bandori for the past like 5 years and it hasn’t gone away.
my fav band is afterglow (o^^o) AYANE SAKURA U WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS
hina hikawa best girl i don’t make the rules idk. the way hina stands up for aya in all the recent pasupare stories is so 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 SO CUUUTTTEEEE