I found the base a while back and wanted to use it. For this one, I thought I'd use the base to at least somewhat visualize a Mewtwo Penny. (Because my crossover-y brainrotted mind could only think up a crossover to use a base like this.) I also included a Babytwo version because why not. I am thinking of using it for more concepts that I am too lazy to draw that involves Mewtwos!
The lines I added are a little wonky because I tried to mimic the line style of the original to maintain consistency but wasn't able to properly do so.
Peach loves showering Mario (and Luigi, but especially Mario) in gifts. He's a simple man with practical preferences, which makes spoiling him fairly easy; an entire dedicated workshop in the castle's west wing, professionally tailored denim and flannels, the best tools money can buy. If she thinks he could benefit from it for even a few fleeting seconds, it's his. He always gets red in the face and stutters in speechless gratitude, and inevitably he'll ask how he could ever repay her. And of course she tells him there's no need! You don't repay gifts. (And anyway, seeing him so flustered yet happy is all the payback she could ever ask for.)
One day she enters the workshop without knocking (as she usually does) and finds Mario sanding a shockingly ornate wooden chair, with a seat that curves upward and rounded arms and flowering branches carved into the back. To her confusion, he scrambles to cover it up and keep it out of sight, so Peach assures him it looks beautiful and comfortable; he must have poured a lot of time and effort into it! Why on earth would he be embarrassed for her to see his handiwork?
And that's when he admits, with a faint and all-too familiar blush, that he's spent months working on it in secret... because it's a gift for her.
Some months back, Peach complained in passing about the rickety old chair in her study, and he had taken the complaint as an opportunity to finally give her something in return for all she's given him, however small. The seat is designed to provide comfort for hours with or without a cushion, the arms will sit level with her desk so she doesn't have to bend over the mountains of paperwork she's often consumed by, and those floral reliefs? Those are peach blossoms.
He apologizes for letting her see it in its unfinished state but assures her it's almost ready, it just needs a few coats of varnish and then she'll be sitting pretty (literally)! And he also apologizes, with a gentle chuckle, for how underwhelming a gift it is, all things considered. But Peach is the opposite of underwhelmed. She can't help but trace her fingers over the raw wood in wonder, her heart full and her eyes stinging with the threat of tears.
Being a princess, she's of course received countless gifts throughout her life. But no one's ever made anything by hand for her. This little chair is the single most personal, most intimate gift she has ever received. Suddenly the untold fortune she's spent on him feels outright paltry in comparison.
The completed chair is brought to her study two days later, and whenever the tedium of her work or the stress of sporadic political instability gets to her, she leans into the delicate wooden peach blossoms, strokes her thumbs over the curves of the arms, and remembers that she's loved.
Ah, if there are slots open still for requestober, and if you'd like to draw this one-- human RGB, and Hero's reaction to meeting him, please? Apologies if I misunderstood any of the rules and this isn't in line with them...
Angels’ trueforms in their most memorable moments [26/?] - Nephilim fetus: regular nephil, sired by a regular angel (above) and Jack, sired by Lucifer (below)
Hello again. I know I had said I had plans for November, but.... let's just say I had a pretty big thing happen a week after I posted that has resulted in me not talking to a group of people I've known for nearly a decade for the last two months. Apologies for that.
I've had another idea, and this one won't be happening any time soon. I simply want to gauge interest when I get it finished.
As I mentioned before, I rp Wilford on this site. I'm also known for over-complicating things. Put these together, and I've been working on a very long-winded backstory since the summer to fill in the gap between 'William' and 'Wilford'. It's currently just shy of 5,000 words after a lot of brainstorming.
In the video where Mark talks through Motherloving, he made a comment about how Abe had only just woken in this fictional place, whereas it was implied Wilford had been there for years. And.... I decided to try and put a timeline of a sort together. Me being me, it quickly spiralled out of control into something that a bullet-point summary wouldn't easily cover without causing more confusion.
Including William and Wilford themselves, there are six key 'roles' that span this in-between era, amounting in a minimum of seventy years in some shape or form (a chunk of this is sitting in one place at one point in time and watching the world go by without him). These key roles are to over-emphasise negative traits within the Colonel himself - cowardice, unreliable memory, alcohol usage, violence, lack of trust, and eccentricity - while there are implied blurs of other 'roles' in between that have been lost through the ages or didn't exist long enough to warrant noting. There's even a love story at one point, though it is not a fanon ship, and it does not persist to modern day.
These identities also include those that Abe grabbed from his file, and gives one reason as to why files existed to begin with. These main six have been sketched out, so a visual can accompany the different names. There would also be a post to help keep track of who is who and what their significance is.
There would be warnings that cover matters such as blood, violence, alcohol usage, death (murdering, being murdered, and dying through illness), and potentially others one I can't currently think of. I would make sure these are suitably laid out at the start, and nothing immediately triggering would be above a read-more.
i'm pretty happy with my fly-over so far :D ignore the random hole in the ground
i just need to figure what what to put on the awkward strip of land between the cliff and the river and also on the beach at the top (ideas are appreciated)
Hey if cartoon ppl can have big tooth gaps or entirely missing teeth and we take it as a cute character design thing...can we do that for real ppl. Seriously the (American) stigma around having a fucked up grill is so pervasive and horrible
"By the time Lewis realizes he could fall in love with Bono, it's already too late."
By the time Lewis realizes he could fall in love with Bono, it's already too late. He's halfway across the continent, heading towards certain death across the Atlantic, stowed away in the belly of a cargo plane. He'll jump and parachute the rest of the way down when the altitude is low enough.
Bono's last set of instructions came inside a dead drop in the form of a scrap of paper wrapped around a cyanide pill. Lewis hasn't heard his voice in months--the mission is too sensitive to risk a radio leak.
fucking DYING i have decided i’m committing to the bit of making a bunch of xmas cookies for a SMALL holiday party some friends having this week and i’ve picked three and collectively here are my restrictions: gluten-free, no pepper, no caffeine, no dairy, maybe no eggs, no alcohol, no chocolate, vegan
got miffed thinking about vespera's signature again, so decided to try and figure out some kind of writing system that looked similar but could. theoretically. maybe work
however. did it very informally and neglected to include r in the bank of sounds I was using. so I had to transcribe it vespewa