I can't show things I made anywhere else

I practise making. Currently mainly in Mob Psycho 100 hell

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I need a profile picture asap

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i wonder why people don’t deem it important to answer my questions.

i mark them with an ‘?’. they are not evasive questions. we share other pleasant conversation.

am i being too much again. did i ask too many questions? too much time?

don’t you see, can’t you realise. I’ve been keeping to myself again. i just wanted to talk.

i will try harder, to be more concise next time. but then you’ll accuse me of not being authentic.

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and speaking of bad poems

you must see, this is where I lost hope

there is no one who loves, me that is

not enough to talk, to hold through pain

not enough to stay awake, to notice without surveilling

and believe me,

i have asked, demanded even.

that’s what I mean, when I say there is no such thing as love

i’ve never met, been, anyone who cares for others that much.

and everyone makes due with so much less

so why can’t i?

i’m in no way special, don’t want to be anymore

i am trying. i

i used to hide everything

but when told that was between me and love

learned instead that i want, am, so much more than

normal

so i’ll

‘ll

line in the middle burns to a stop

when all my grasps at coping are judged hurtful.

so i’ll

‘ll.

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i don’t have a style so i literally went “what’s the cutest way i can draw mob as of now” and this happened in like 30 min.

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look me in the eyes and tell me this disaster teen doesn’t have highlights

aka local coward can’t let go of anime colors, very much wip, i mean, just LOOK at his ears. is it an esper power to grow them that wonky? that would explain the infamous wig tbh.

bonus accidental cursed image under readmore:

LET ME EXPLAIN. i was fucking around with color tilts and accidentally clicked orange instead of brown. these things happen, at least i didn’t elect him for the office.

WHAT COMES TO THE MOUTH, here’s my original sketch:

again, a different picture, i can’t seem to be able to convert the same feeling to the colored picture, hence the absolute monstrosity. also the sketch has a neck and an heart, could it be that he’s in l-o-v-e 😳

but hey, we’re all having fun here, right? RIGHT??

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frog boy!

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let 👏 them 👏 hug 👏

shippers DNI

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injustice

aka local fool would rather break every black marker in the building than touch digital drawing tools ever again

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some old terumob sketches

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high-wasted man w/ feminine hips is just like any other good mother

new version of this

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high-wasted man w/ feminine hips is just like any other good mother

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he! is shaped like a friend :)

aka ya boi is learning tracing!

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who knew ya boi would like drawing digital

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reigen your rat is showing

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After all these years, they’ve finally found you. You have five minutes to decide, to prepare: run, hide, or fight.

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I drop my head back under the moss-covered barricade build over, what has it been, years now? Surely over 18 months. Jumping back into the old mine I swiftly removed the eyepatch from my right eye. I‘d not been sure if the sudden brightness on the ground had been a flash or my uncovered eye just not adapting to the sun after just 16 days of complete darkness. But that click was definitely from a camera. Smooth landing, just a few grumbles was good enough for a four meter fall. So, this time the discovery would be type D, meaning that the escape has to be narrowed to plans 5600-5665. This floor had just seven pathways starting from the current crossroads. I switched red lights on for tunnels 3 and 5, and left some embers in the torches to light up path 2. Twenty minutes should do it. The torches would eventually light the whole tunnel on fire, revealing traces of just the first floor under this one. After 15 years on the run, and to still be discovered in such a typical manner? Slight annoyance was on my mind as I ran along path 4. Tedious.

Ideally, the diversions would keep fast chasers from my track for days, but theoretically I had only 20 minutes to get out of the region. Arriving to the underground cave I hurriedly tried to come up with necessities I didn’t currently have on my person. All I really needed was some food and the equipment to keep in touch with a handful of friends, all as a comforting weight on my backpack. All that was missing was my best friend, who I detected resting on a brown blanket by the wall. With a lifestyle like ours you can’t afford a proper bed even on your old days, I recalled wistfully. I detached the worn backpack from my shoulders and set it on the ground before me. Hey old buddy, I would have said if I trusted the walls to not to listen. Time to take on the road to the next place again. His movements were beginning to get even slower than before, so to beat the clock, I lifted him up and gently lowered into the bag. I really wish I could have given you that walk in the sun you wanted. If only there was a way we could stop hi- I stopped before the thought could be finished. Realizing I had wasted precious seconds to pet his head I quickly zipped the backpack shut. I tried to ignore the faint, almost sad cooing against my back as I began to run towards the darkest exit.

This was all their fault. My mind was starting to take a darker turn as well. Who do they think they are, I brushed past human-like shadows and grumbling boulders. trying to catch Me, I, who have been there for them during every catastrophe. The talent of moving in the dark tunnel without interferences was a small, well practiced miracle. I have traveled both space and time. As a child, I used to dread lightning for it’s power, but right now only the light would be a punishment. I am too used to the everlasting darkness to understand the monster I have become. Just how many of them have met God?!

I will not take part to the tournament. Without the last winner to beat, there can not be a next champion. So as long as I keep running, I will always be the best, like no one ever was.

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I need a profile picture asap

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an unpopular opinion - i kinda wanna see reigen yell at mob a little bit. don't get me wrong, i want our favorite parental figure to hug the everloving frick out of our smol boi, but ONE is known for not going the expected route. in other words, Big Fear for the current arc