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arielluva · 8 months
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so back in april i had the idea to draw ace attorney characters as if they were in fantasy life (so essentially combining two of my favorite games) but only finished phoenix then. tonight i finished up the page with some more, and since we know what the new lives in fantasy life i will be, i got the excuse to include vera as an artist :))
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[image ID: 5 digital drawings of some ace attorney characters drawn in the fantasy life art style, which is a very expressive, stylized chibi style. they are drawn in the outfits for different lives as if they were in fantasy life. in the top left, phoenix wright is drawn as a paladin, with text next to his head that says "Phoenix Paladin". he is wearing silver armor with gold trim, the trim forming a 'P' on his chest. the 'P' has a red gemstone in the center of it. his shoulder guards also have red gems on them. he has a long blue cape fluttering behind him, as he stands confidently, holding a sword in his left hand and holding up a shield with his right. the sword and shield are also silver with gold and red accents like his armor. next to phoenix, in the top middle, apollo justice is drawn as a blacksmith. he has text next to his head that reads "Apollo Blacksmith". he is wearing a teal apron on top of a white shirt and pants. his sleeves are rolled up, and he has a red piece of fabric tied around his waist. he is wiping sweat off his forehead with his right hand, and holding a hammer in his left. next to apollo on the top right, is vera misham. she is drawn as an artist, with text next to her head that reads "Vera Artist" she is wearing a pink beret that resembles her bandana, and has a paint brush with pink paint on the very top. she is holding her sketchbook in her right hand, and a paint brush in her left. she is wearing brown gloves that are stained with various colors of paint. she is wearing a pink dress with a darker pink collar and bow, and the skirt of the dress has a darker pink line going horizontally across it. she has a white apron tied around her waist that is also stained with various colors of paint. she is wearing brown sandals. on the bottom left of the drawing is trucy wright drawn as a wizard, with text next to her head that reads "Trucy Wizard". she is in an excited pose, running while holding her staff, a tall wand with a glittering green gem on top. she is wearing a light blue pointy witch hat with a white ribbon wrapped around it. the inside of her hat is pink. she is wearing a medium length black dress with a white belt, and she is wearing pointy white shoes. she is wearing a light blue cloak, with the hood on her shoulders, that has her green diamond brooch hanging where the ends of her hood meet. her cloak is fluttering behind her and trimmed with white and gold, the insides if her sleeves being pink. on the bottom right of the image, ema skye is drawn as an alchemist, with text next to her head that reads "Ema Alchemist". she is wearing gold goggles with pink lenses, and her hair is drawn more poofy than usual. she is wearing a white coat over a light green dress. she has a pink tie loosely around her neck, and she is wearing a darker green corset with gold buttons. her shoes are plain black. she is holding a potion bottle filled with a yellow liquid in her right hand, and is looking at it calmly, with the left hand in her white coat's pocket. end ID].
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veone · 11 months
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🍦a "quiet" sunday morning
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alohaasaloevera · 5 months
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I know I didn’t want to talk about this anymore but people kept liking the rough draft of this so HERE IS THE ART I MADE OF LANCE. Spefically the one that made him look like Barry B. Benson and Dantes (the deranged streamer), but we don’t talk about that (I’d love if you did).
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I WAS GOING FOR THE UNINTENTIONALLY FLIRTY/HOT/ATTRACTIVE WHATEVER THING BUT HE JUST LOOKS DRUNK (and not in the good way) 💀💀💀
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diabelskoga · 3 months
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❝ How will the ladies see my soft and shiny hair if Luffy consumed all of the shampoo? God fucking damn it. I want out. ❞
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chewytongue · 8 months
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some theatre lesbians, Vera and Wheeler
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humansbgone · 2 years
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(This is content for Humans-B-Gone!, an animated sci-fi series about a giant praying mantis who works in pest control--those pests including humans. Watch it on YouTube here: https://youtube.com/c/humansbgone )
A bonus video goes up Saturday, so everyone gets an early progress update today!
It took a little longer than expected, but work on the final human model is done, as you can see here! Additionally, work on Rose's realistic model is also complete!!! Both were very intensive work, especially compared to the minor fixes on all the other models, so no small accomplishment there! These are the last major character models to make for a while, so that should speed up work on future episodes.
I also made a bonus video, as mentioned above. Not much, but a little something you'll hopefully enjoy. By the way, patrons got an early look at it here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/just-little-72358272 
Now, time to start work on the episode itself! I'll see if I can kick that off this week. Next week, I'll see how many poses I can spam through, rough background placement included. Until next time!
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gaiuskamilah · 6 months
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girls who think they're monsters because of the powers they have or were born with and over the course of the story learn how to love themselves and embrace that ugliness... special place in my heart forever and ever
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player week prompt 1: "We're old friends. From her school days."
rating : gen, no major archive warnings i believe
characters: carmen sandiego, player(makes sense), and vera cruz. mentions of julia :)
disclaimer: i don't usually write stories so this is probably really bad im so sorry
additionally brain went no at the first prompt so my first ones an alt oof
i swear that these will get better.
...hopefully.
Player squinted at his phone, double checking that the address was right. He ignored that this was the fifth time he'd done this, and that it was most definitely the right address. 
After all, it was probably best to make sure that the orphanage where your best friend found their mother was the right one, since, y’know…it’d be kind of awkward to just go up to a random lady and be like, “Hey, I know your daughter” and have her not know which one you were talking about. 
He took a deep breath and smoothed his hair anxiously, still not ready to even ring the bell. He was possibly about to meet Carmen’s mom for the first time in the at least ten years he’d known Carmen, sue him. 
A couple of kids in the yard looked at him weird. Player did his best to ignore them, still extremely nervous.
Finally, his shaking fingers rose to ring the doorbell. The sudden ding! of the doorbell sound made him wince.
A pretty woman with hair the color of the red-brown soil appeared at the doorway, her eyes crinkled. 
“Hello. Who are you?” she asked.
Player fumbled for a second, then replied, “Uh, my name’s—---but you can call me Player. I’m…a friend of Carmen?”
“Oh! You must be the boy she talks about in her stories, then? How do you know her?” Carmen’s mother asked. While she seemed perfectly friendly, Player noticed the slightly hostile undertones in her voice. He approved. That wariness had probably kept her and Carmen safe when Carmen retired for a bit.
“We’re old friends. From her school days. Uh, but, I’m not part of VILE. Sorry,” Player said, automatically using his usual excuse before realizing that it would likely not go over well with whatever Carmen had told her mom.
Before either of them could say anything more, Carmen appeared behind her mother. 
“Player!” she exclaimed, seemingly excited to see her old friend. Player put out a fist and the two fist-bumped. 
“Didn’t expect to see you here, Red,” Player joked, and Carmen winked.
“Decided to go on vacation for a bit. You caught me a couple days before I was going to go meet Julia at her college, actually!” Julia had worked at ACME for a few more years before deciding that the siblings had it under control. Chief told her to do whatever made her happy, so she went back to being a professor. She was somewhat of an Oracle, helping out with cases from behind the screen.
“Come in, it’ll be better than standing out here,” Carmen urged, and Player smiled, stepping into the home that his best friend had found.
@playerappreciationweek i think this is how you do it? apologies in advance lol
also sorry i dont have ao3 so,,,hopefully this will do!!
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social-mockingbird · 1 year
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I got distracted and accidentally chugged half a huge glass of coffee through a straw someone send help my body’s about to start vibrating at a speed that can warp through walls and split atoms
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berryblu-soda · 4 months
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Seedling is such an interesting little story that i love, but i´d be lying if it wasnt almost completely sprouted (hehe) from the visual of those character duos that are a small child + big scary looking creature who acts as their guard, top tier trope frfr
(also huge shoutout to @ashrayus for hearing me out and adding onto the rambles so long ago, bestie the robot story wasnt working, we got plants now 🌱)
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hellhelpwhichever · 8 months
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i'm here from the notes of that one dead aloe plant. im genuinely so curious about your fucked up aloe experiments, can we see them? hydroponic aloe... that's a new one by me
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Here is my darling little regular aloe plant
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Here is my 100% water fed no nutrient aloe plant where as you can see the leaves
It’s rather curious as the leaves become slightly curved and they reach an extensive length before immediately shriveling up and falling off at about 3 1/2 - 5 1/4 inches yet it still continues to grow new leaves at the top and new roots with ease
Also notable is that I rewatered it about two weeks ago after it got about half empty (after being watered at the point 5 months before hand) and it started growing numerous small new roots days after which have turning into the few long white roots you see now while also having small round bumps on it with a single smaller protrusion coming off of them
Then there is my war crime
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It is immediately apparent that there is a wild growth in how long and twisted the leaves have gotten where the few shriveled up are much smaller and closer together then on normal aloe plants not to mention how small the stalk is compared to normal aloe
There is also the curious case of how there is another plant growing in here a month and a half ago despite there being no possible way for it to have gotten in
Now here is a bit harder to see and perhaps more noticeable in the third photo but every shine is a small mold spores which has built a protective bubble so that the water can’t drown it out (even turning it sideways the water covers the entire side of the bottle except these small bubbles)
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And lastly there is THE ROOT
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A black root that covers the side of the bottle before curving behind the biggest spore bubble yet this is not formed by the mold (as it has its own root system that won’t show up on camera) or the aloe itself as it has small crumpled white yellow roots at the bottom of the glass (also refuses to be photographed)
Originally I was simply trying to see if I could grow aloe in the bottles when they were too small for any filtration system or delicate for any hole to be added so I tried all water and one with soil in it back in summer 2022 but I asked someone to water the soil one while I was out and they over watered the shit out of her and the whole bottle had green (not aloe) on the inside but it was growing like crazy while the water one was dying so I waited it out and here we are
Thinking next spring I’m going to try to implant the back into soil and see how that goes
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spkyscry-aa · 8 months
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What can she say? The shared braincell was lost and neither of them has managed to find it yet--
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uniquezombiedestiny · 8 months
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im so normal about vera. anyways heres working for the knife lyric analysis (TY MIKA)
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I cry at the start of every movie - she's a passionate/emotional person (not the biggest reason for it, but it's related, and does tie into the main reason).
I guess 'cause I wish I was making things too - she wishes she could make permanent or big things, like pursuing art as a career. she also just wants to be childish and carefree, bc she never truly got a chance in the index. she was kidlike and happy, but never really a child.
But I'm working for the knife - the timeloop prevents from this, and so does the nature of l corp. everyone ie exposed to terrifying horrors, people die, people become jaded. she was just naive with her hopes.
I used to think I would tell stories - she did storytell as a hobby in the index <:)
But nobody cared for the stories I had about
No good guys - everyone has changed. none of c127 were really good people. and at the same time, noone cares for happy stories. noone cares for fairytales and only happiness. just kids would.
I always knew the world moves on - people change, grow, etc.
I just didn't know it would go without me - everyone in c127 changed drastically. she wanted everyone to stay together, be friends, be happy. everyone became unhappy and cold and cynical. she's the only one left behind. the only one wanting to go back (this is probably a lie honestly. even she turned cynical, just only on the inside).
I start the day high and it ends so low - she begins in her magical girl persona and ends as her true self - how she really feels beneath the blinding positivity.
'Cause I'm working for the knife - because of l corp's nature and the timeloop. really, because of self-hatred.
I used to think I'd be done by twenty
Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears the same - guess what? its the timeloop baby. she's repeating things over and over to try and find her happy ending.
Though maybe at thirty, I'll see a way to change - but maybe it'll change, even slightly. maybe she'll have an epiphany. maybe she'll change herself in the way she needs to to fix this. she cant just go back, after all!
That I'm living for the knife - she's bound by the timeloops. she binds herself to it of her own will because she cares so much. she's living for this. this is all her life is anymore - lobotomy corp. is all she has. if she left, she'd just have the index... and she can't be wrong after all this time!
I always thought the choice was mine
And I was right, but I just chose wrong - a part of her says it was wrong to care. she should've known her hopes were just naive fantasies. leaving the index was a stupid decision. she's just been wrong the whole time! like a kid!
I start the day lying and end with the truth - she starts with the happy magical girl persona, the childlike naivety, and ends with her hopelessness and anger. it's unfair - both in the way of a kid's yelling and a parent's teaching. life just isn't fair! yep. life's not fair, kid.
That I'm dying for the knife - the timeloop has killed her thousands of times and she will die a thousand more times. she is living and dying for this. she's dying literally, but also in the sense of like. eagerness. she wants this. because one day it has to work out. one day things have to change. one day she'll be right and it all will have been worth it. she lives exactly by the loops' rules, returning to it night and day like a lover.
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spkyscry-a · 2 years
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@royalreef​ intruded: "I do hope that I do not intrude, starshine. I have already shuffled your schedule in accordance, so nothing should conflict, but I know how much this can be a surprise." 
That voice should not be here.
This was supposed to be a safe place. Someplace where things of this nature did not merely fall out of the sky— or, more aptly, walk out of the sea, without everyone knowing well and full what was coming. There were warnings for this type of thing. There were failsafes put in place so that something like this didn't just happen.
And yet there she sat.
To call Miranda minuscule in comparison would have been an understatement. But unlike the only merfolk most people had ever seen if they had ever spotted one — her sister was not. Could not be. Where her younger sister was a fragile little thing made of spun glass, for what little that counted in terms of merfolk, her elder stretched out like a dragon, perched over its hoard, looking Vera down as she waited for her to make a move. Her bones did not peek through what scaled skin could be seen. Her every movement seemed to direct gravity itself, as if she could bow it to her wishes with every exhale. If she had stood, she could have looked clear over Vera's head. And if she had laid down and let herself be measured as such, she could stretch from one end of the room to the other, and still have tail to spare.
The pair of guards accompanying her — dolphin lookalikes, wearing helmets and armor and practically armed to the teeth, similar in the broadest of gestures to Miranda's own guards and accompanying serfs — really just came as an afterthought. Cute, almost. Like she was trying to be polite, reassuring her company that, oh yes, she would be guarded too. She would use them in a pinch, because that was the polite thing to do, and it would be easier to make her relax if it wasn't just her alone. The familiarity of the situation made it worse. A curt reminder, in just how easily she inserted herself in, like they had mutually planned this. As if the implications alone weren't where the threat lay. As if she couldn't have done far, far worse, with the exact same ease that she came here, acted like everything was fine, like it was all where it should be. 
She wasn't looking at Vera, while at the same time, staring right through her. There was flowing fabric draped over her form, lighter in color, lined with gold and blue that spun into fantastic embroidered scenes that fell over her sides like illuminated manuscript. Golden bands that covered her arms and her neck, chains ringed around her tail. But most telling was the veil she wore over her eyes, obscuring them in emerald-hued fabric, matching with the lobster's shell mottling of her mossy scales, refusing to let Vera see anything beyond them, but undoubtedly piercing through her all the same.
The crown on top of her head was just confirmation. One last piece to the worst puzzle to ever exist, leaving nothing else in its wake, no further doubts to be pressed.
Really, the introduction was just another politeness, a reassurance that, oh yes, she was going to play this game at any moment, though they both knew she could drop it in an instant. That this was only permitted because she let it be so
"You are Vera Oberlin, yes? I am not sure if you have heard of me before — I am Amanda Vanderbilt, High Priestess of the Merkingdom. I take it you know my little sister already. I have come to ask you some questions."
This wasn’t just a safehouse. One could argue it was The Safehouse of Vera Oberlin. Not precisely a secret, but one that was not dared admitted to have knowledge of. The place where the most guards laid. The most security was watching. Ironically, it was also perhaps the easiest to get to. Most people can enter the business side of the establishment. A veritable carnival of activities, complete with games, bars, and entertainment. Stretching far around in any direction of the main building, which was shut to the public except on the rarest of events.
The Gorgon’s Den. 
Vera was Monstropolis’s Crime Lord Supreme, of course, but she was still a businesswoman as well. However, once one got past the stages. The near city block of establishment, one would get to where business was truly dealt. Living quarters, gyms, showers— a fortress of a place, meant to be a home base. She never bothered pretending it was anything but what it was, with its towers of sniper nests, locked door that had to be opened from within. Somewhere she would never, ever fear of having someone get the jump on her. Too many eyes. Too many people. Surely, one would get the word out.
Yet here she was, entering the grand room nearly 200 feet wide, meant to double as a ballroom should they get guests, ceiling several stories to ensure their flighted fellows could frolic as well. It was truly opulent, for what it was. The most expensive and comfortable of furnishing, decoration, and splendor. Yet, all Vera could notice was how small it still felt now. How constrictive those brilliant walls felt when there was such a beast awaiting her. A dragon that had casually claimed Vera’s hoard while she had been away. There’s those few moments, that movement to sudden stillness that comes when any prey realizes they’ve been seen. 
How she only just noted how quiet the usually hustling place was until she’d turned the corner and down the hall to this room. How she’d let herself in, instead of ensuring guards were still at their post. The sloppiness that led up to this inevitable moment of rapidly processing too much information all at once. The wide-eyed, frozen stillness of trying to gauge how big a threat is only to realize it only got worse the more one considered.
Like one that had walked on stage, forgetting all their lines and role as soon as the spotlights were illuminating them. How they hurried to regain composure. Build up their character. The mask being adjusted, smile devoid of meaning besides pleasantries and failing to reach the eyes. The surface level composure that hid the roiling pit of fear that was at her center. How she tried her best to slip back into the character of an untouchable deific figure when something truly closer to the role had upstaged her just by their mere presence. 
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“What an honor to have you grace our halls.” A practiced bow, not quite as low as one would expect when speaking to their better, but she still had to keep appearances. That this was her domain, after all. Anything more could be seen as an act of submission, which Vera was not quite willing to lower herself to even in the other’s presence. 
“I’m indeed Vera Oberlin, yes. I am deeply sorry we were not ready to accommodate you more. Perhaps next time.” Next time there may be forewarning, she hoped. But the sentence is not completed in full. No, that would be far too slighting of a statement. 
“Please, ask away. I hope I can answer them to your liking. Is there anything I can get you? I can have one of mine fetch it for you.” 
Of course, she was more worried where they had run off to. It wouldn’t have been hard to spot this merfolk coming, so why had none warned her? That was the most troubling aspect, she thought, as she built up stony composure anew. This was not the first time someone greater than her had come to her abode. It would not be the last. There was no reason to fret as much as she had. 
Yeah, right...
The gorgon was well aware that the guards alone could be a potential match for her, let alone the thing whose claws alone could snap her in two before she so much as realized it was closing in. 
Not to mention how Amanda was apparently aware of her schedule enough to know when to optimally enter, only requiring a potential dip into later hours if this soiree lasted too long. A vexing thought, how she was so effortlessly cornered on all fronts, without a single means of excusing herself politely. Just left to rebuild defenses hurriedly for her own benefit.
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frogwen · 9 months
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my wallet has been driving me nuts bc it’s disintegrating and full of sand (?) and has been too thick to close for a while. so i took everything out and put what i needed in my new (even older) wallet and tell me why this was stuff i DIDNT need that ive been carting around for years.
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not shown- the stack of receipts and random coins stuck in there….
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humansbgone · 2 years
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(This is content for Humans-B-Gone!, an animated sci-fi series about a giant praying mantis who works in pest control--those pests including humans. Watch it on YouTube here: https://youtube.com/c/humansbgone )
(Early public update because I'll be busy tomorrow.) The remaining background and staging work is done! 
Not only that, but so is *ALL* the sound work! That means final voices were recorded, edited, and put into place; sound effects were gathered, edited, and also placed; and fitting music was also found and placed!!!
On top of that, $2+ patrons got a look at the finished illustration for a lore post that will be going up next week! https://www.patreon.com/posts/2-exclusive-lore-73579145
Next week, work begins on animation. I estimate that'll take 2-3 weeks to complete. After that, Gregorsa, who should be done in under one. Just another month, if all goes well! Until next time!
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