Finally, it’s here! Tokyo Mew Zine is a Tokyo Mew Mew tribute zine, featuring works from over 30 artists! Thank you everyone for your support of the project, and I hope you enjoy!

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
noise dept.
taylor price
hello vonnie

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Sade Olutola

Kiana Khansmith
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Not today Justin

titsay
d e v o n
todays bird
almost home
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes

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pixel skylines
Xuebing Du
Three Goblin Art
NASA

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@kate-writes-fluff
Finally, it’s here! Tokyo Mew Zine is a Tokyo Mew Mew tribute zine, featuring works from over 30 artists! Thank you everyone for your support of the project, and I hope you enjoy!
My full piece for the @tokyomewzine! The zine’s 15th piece about the show’s 15th episode. It was so fun working on this one because the way I painted this piece was so different from how I normally paint, and I’m pretty proud of it 🐱
Thank you so much Mod Ichigo for letting me on the project! 💕
This heart-warming Disneyland Paris spot features a sweet CG duck who simply adores Donald Duck. It’s the perfect cure for post-Christmas blues!!!
Dear lord, this is so fucking cute. How dare you!
This heart-warming Disneyland Paris spot features a sweet CG duck who simply adores Donald Duck. It’s the perfect cure for post-Christmas blues!!!
Dear lord, this is so fucking cute. How dare you!
When you understand that kids and teenagers being salty about literary symbolic analysis comes from a very real place of annoyance and frustration at some teachers for being over-bearing and pretentious in their projecting of symbolism onto every facet of a story but you also understand that literary analysis and critical thinking in regards to symbolism is extremely important and deserves to be not only taught in schools, but actively used by writers when examining their own work to see if they might have used symbolism unintentionally and to make sure that they are using symbolism effectively:
a gentle reminder that you did well this year. you met new people, learned new things and felt new feelings. you did so many things that made you scared. you picked yourself up off the floor after feeling completely defeated or heartbroken. there were some really tough nights but you survived them all. you made people happy just by existing. you accepted many goodbyes but the serendipitous meetings made up for them. it was your own hard work that paid off but you always downplay it or compare yourself to others. that’s not fair on yourself. you’ve come so far from the first day of this year. you have more wisdom and strength now. yes, other people seem more “successful” but does that even matter? please don’t think so lowly of yourself to only think about your failures. 2018 was your year of growth. I hope you take a moment to be kind to yourself, and believe that 2019 will be even better.
“you’re an art model does that mean you’re NAKED?” “yeah” “whoa….those lucky artists ;)”
…buddy.
idk who started the idea that life drawing classes have anything sexy going on like. there’s at least ten people in the room and we’re all tired and covered in charcoal.
the dude in front who’s staring at my boobs has been trying to get the shading right for 10 minutes. he’s almost out of paint. he is crying.
#this ain’t some avant-garde titanic poly romance it’s a bunch of individual sinking ships and one uncaring human-shaped ice burg
The ice burg being frozen solid because there are NEVER ENOUGH SPACE HEATERS.
I was an artist’s model in uni since it paid better than any other student work position. Did a life drawing class one semester, despite it being an unheated old building in the winter evenings, because the instructor was a decent fellow who always had extra space heaters. So there I am one evening, exhausted from my team’s afternoon practice, but I’m in a comfortable position on a padded stool, ready to hold the position for like fifteen minutes. Space heaters all around me, spotlights on me to get shadows in interesting places.
Beyond the red glow of the heaters and the hot-white of the spotlights, the massive drafty room is dark and quiet, broken only by the instructor’s whispers and the scratch of charcoal on paper. Me, I’m just dozing, ‘cause my ancient dorm was heated with creaky old steampipes that never really got warm, and with the new extra-powered space heater alongside the others, that night was the warmest I’d been in a month. I dozed, basking in the glorious warmth.
And then I fell asleep.
And then I fell off the stool.
I woke up rather abruptly on the cold wooden platform, and looked up to see an entire ring of terrified and worried faces around me. Everyone had their hands up, ready to help me up, except no one had touched me. Naked chick laid out face-down on the floor, and all the men and women were suddenly acutely aware they couldn’t just grab a half-asleep dazed naked chick.
Fortunately someone had the bright idea to tear the sheet down from the backdrop, lay it over me as a wrap, and then everyone was quick to help me up.
After that, the instructor and students got used to taking turns talking to me, just to make sure I wasn’t dozing off. Which was weird, at first, because I’d done two semesters just being a silent prop, and now I was interacting. It gave the class a vibe completely unlike any other I’d modeled for, and it ended up one of my favorite modeling experiences.
postscript: months later, walking on campus with someone who’d eventually become my spouse, we passed some guys on the main path. One of them stopped, peered at me, and then said hello, excitedly, saying, “sorry, I didn’t recognize you, I’ve never seen you with your clothes on!”
This is honestly so delightful and accurate
The only situation where saying “I’ve never seen you with your clothes on” is a completely normal thing to say.
Bamboozled by blanket
Coconut Rice Bear
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott & Jean Kirstein Characters: Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, soulmatetattoos, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
Marco has always believed in soulmates. Or…at least he did until several bad breakups. Jean used to believe in soulmates until his parents split. When the both of them end up at the same school, in the same major, sparks fly. Did they find their soulmates? Or is Marco just waiting to get his heart broken again.
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Here u go @kate-writes-fluff <3 I was your secret santa this year! I had so much fun writing this fic. I really hope you like it and that I did your prompt some justice!!
Thank you so much!! I seriously love this!! <3
Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!
It’s that time of the year, and I’m pleased to have been a part of @bkdksecretsanta !! My gift this year is a bakudeku fanfic for @kate-writes-fluff :D Kate, I had a blast writing this for you, and I do hope you like it! Merry Christmas!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17130125
Thank you so much!! I seriously love it! :3 <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s 3 a.m. on the coldest sunday of the year and Izuku is too excited to feel tired. It’s release day of the newest All Might figure and he made sure he woke up early enough to buy one.
It’s freezing and dark and Izuku is sore from the rigorous training that U.A. third years go through, but he still excitedly shifts from one foot to the other. There’s nowhere he’d rather be.
“It’s cold as fuck out here,” Katsuki gripes beside him, burrowing his nose deeper into the collar of his thick, thermal lined jacket.
Happy Holidays!
This fic is a gift for @tae-the-gae.
I really enjoyed writing for your prompt. I hope you like it!
Thanks to @bkdksecretsanta for organizing the event!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"I got fed up with her teasing and said that I finally asked out my crush. Now I’m supposed to bring them home with me. "
“I could do it. I’m your best friend, who better to play a fake date?”
Jeanne sighs, her cheeks surprisingly pink as she glances up at Margot. “You’re right. There’s no one better.”
I’m excited to participate in the @jmgiftexchange for the fourth year in a row.
This gift is for @approaching-asymmetry a fake-dating holiday fic with genderbent Jeanne and Margot.
The collection was revealed yesterday, but unfortunately I wasn’t able to post a link here until today.
Happy Holidays!
just in case I get deleted, you guys can follow me into my basement, where I have a cask of rare vintage Amontillado that you simply MUST try.
It's probably pretty obvious that I don't use Tumblr much anymore. I still check time to time, but not as much as I used to.
I check Twitter more @ notsogreatkate
And I post my art on Instagram at katydid_doodles
And as always, my fics are on ao3 at dat_heichou
i have officially piqued, i’ll never be funnier than this moment in time
i was walking through the grocery store ignoring everyone and i walked around the corner and ran right into this old mans cart and i was like “oh god, my bad, i didn’t see you there” and when i looked up, he was wearing all camo. down to his hat. his wife lost it laughing. i’ll never be funny again
Matryoshka