probably stargazing @asterysart - Tumblr Blog

hi hello, welcome!! i'm asterys, but rys is good all the same. this is a sideblog to @/akuriven, a space where i just wanna dump all my art. it's been a while since i've run an art blog, i miss it lol

current fandoms are:

* destiny 2 * pokemon + pokemon special * baldur's gate 3

if my art's floating around somewhere, it's probably been posted on one of my rp blogs. no worries there

commissions information here!

"Just focus on me for a little bit, okay? Just me, not the pain."

it's been a while since i've finished a piece for them !! have some more silsha, or something me and ouranos decided on as crimsontwilightshipping.

one day. i will be getting into fic writing again (on top of yoinking my friend into it lowkey) and i will write a few things on these two so there's legitimate context. but also god, just the way how silver and grusha get me man. started out as interaction on a rp blog and now we here.

silver ended up moving to paldea when he was around 22, as he'd gotten accepted into naranja academy. went off the deep end into extreme self-isolation after being scarred, and likewise grusha, fresh off of their accident from six years ago, had also been administering themselves even worse isolation. some years pass until their paths cross in montenevera, and the two slowly formed a tentative friendship off of friendly battling and the occasional run-in. what was a friendship where the both of them navigated how to exist around another person again, slowly turned into something deeper, where they'd bond on points of themselves that no one else had understood the way the other did. from there... something bloomed.

[REPOST; previous post got flagged and tumblr never got around to doing anything about it. ]

#no details this time because god fucking forbid we do anything in this house tumblr #trainer grusha #trainer silver #pokespe silver #spe silver #pokemon special silver #pokemon grusha #gym leader grusha #blows a kiss to the sky... i love them a lot i love them SO MUCH #ouranos's portrayal of grusha is exquisite btw canon ass grusha in my mind and i'd have it no other way

tumblr is some fucking dog shit btw

#because how the fuck are you gonna keep flagging art as NSFW just because there's some fucking skin tone #i'm so pissed offf rn #not to mention they never do anything about anything #i <3 sending hate mail to tumblr at this point. i will be the biggest fucking hater #for all the times this piece of shit has let me and countless other people and artists down

stolen glances

#pokespe silver #trainer silver #gym leader grusha #grusha

mmelete

The Tumblr Experience

#REAL #every tag that has any sort of comment i’m immediately just #absolutely over the moon it makes my whole week

10 years ago, i drew dawn and tried rendering hair digitally for maybe the first time. i stumbled across this and legitimately had to take a moment to appreciate how far i've come with my art style, yet keep my eyes out for how far i still have yet to go.

#reminiscing! because wow a decade's difference is this stark... makes me excited for where i'll end up even further from now

"Just focus on me for a little bit, okay? Just me, not the pain."

it's been a while since i've finished a piece for them !! have some more silsha, or something me and ouranos decided on as crimsontwilightshipping.

one day. i will be getting into fic writing again (on top of yoinking my friend into it lowkey) and i will write a few things on these two so there's legitimate context. but also god, just the way how silver and grusha get me man. started out as interaction on a rp blog and now we here.

silver ended up moving to paldea when he was around 22, as he'd gotten accepted into naranja academy. went off the deep end into extreme self-isolation after being scarred, and likewise grusha, fresh off of their accident from six years ago, had also been administering themselves even worse isolation. some years pass until their paths cross in montenevera, and the two slowly formed a tentative friendship off of friendly battling and the occasional run-in. what was a friendship where the both of them navigated how to exist around another person again, slowly turned into something deeper, where they'd bond on points of themselves that no one else had understood the way the other did. from there... something bloomed.