#hitg

[hebezunet]

ok, heres my plushie masterpost!!

starting off, heres all my frog plushies! mostly all of them do have names but ill spare you the details. my faves here are the politoed sitting cuties plush and the light green frog in the middle back! his name is Donuts :)

heres part 1 of my miscellaneous plushies, starting with most of my bunnies :) the bloody one in the middle was a custom made by an old friend, his name is bartholomew!

part 2 of the misc ones. the beagle in the front is probably my most cherished plush out of any of them, hes a webkinz beagle that i got around 2008 and hes the only of my original webkinz i have left. i used to have around 30 or so! and his name is Bailey :)

part 3 of misc! another prized plush, my imac g3 throw pillow from throwboy!! i love the g3 deeply and this thing is so soft its unreal.

these two are 2 Budsies that i got of my ocs back in 2016/2017. theyre actually old/obselete designs and i dont really care much for budsies as a company but i do love these guys still :)

onto my liscenced plushies! heres my zelda ones. id have more if they came out with more... the majoras mask link one is actually a bootleg from ebay too lmao. but hes still very good

heres my splatoon plushies! i really wish i could get my hands on the other inklings and pearl and marina, but i feel like the latter is gonna be really difficult to find...

despite how much i love sonic, i dont have too many plushies for the franchise! the one on the left is a backpack :) im hoping to gather up the great eastern plushes over time

my sanei megaman plushes! very soft :) i used to have the great eastern mega and proto too but unfortunately i dont have them anymore...hoping to get them again with some of the other GE ones!

i have a lot more pokemon plushes than i realized!! id say my most treasured ones are the jakks pacific ones (the cherubi, sneasel, drilbur and meowth) bc one of my first plushes ever was a jakks buizel back in 2007! i unfortunately lost him and am still searching for another one...

(will reblog with the rest of them! cant add more than 10 pics :X)

[hebezuart]

i got a new brush and i love it so much

Heathers in the Garden (c) me

please reblog if you can!

[hebezuart]

iiivveee been bussyyy..... kai wanted me to try copying some art styles to broaden my art skills and he was right it worked

1. my oc Vega in reusoru’s art style 

2. prussia from hetalia in tourniiquett’s style 

3. my oc Yayu (gifted to me by kai) in nekozneko’s style

please reblog if you can!

[robhillsr]

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[hebezuart]

tried to make a lil gif of rigel today, i like how it turned out ^q^

[vs-talks-too-much]

Hole in The Ground

Reposting my story because I've finally freed time to go back, revise it a lot, and get an idea of a plot. I'll post the rest whenever I suppose?

     Prologue:

     Thorns pricked my bare feet but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away. My filthy t-shirt billowed behind me, acting like a dress. A tree branch thwacked me in the left cheek and caught my hair. With too much adrenaline to care, I let it cut my face and rip out my tangled tresses. I could feel his daiquiri and smoke soaked breathing on my back and the loud, heavy galumphing of his feet trailing just behind mine. For such a large and not-so-sober person, dear god he was a good runner. I let the vivid green leaves stroke the fresh cuts on my bleeding arms and face. His throaty voice rose into a yell.

     "GET BACK HERE YOU LIL RUNT. I'LL SKIN YE 'LIVE AND HANG YE ABOVE THE FIREPLACE!" he bellowed, shaking the ground and making me stumble slightly. I choked on my own breath, running out of energy fast. I shouldn't have run, I shouldn't have tried to escape my fear. Suddenly the ground fell out right from under me, and I collapsed in agony to the ground. I looked at where I had fallen to spot a huge depression in the forest floor, miles deep perhaps, though my foot caught a tree root only a few inches from the border. Just enough to trip over. The tears in my eyes flowed freely down my burning cheeks. I couldn't breathe in the slightest. For a short second, I forgot about father, who was standing right in front of the hole in the ground, in front of me with a gun in his hand. He aimed, and fired. His drunk shooting missed my head, but instead nailed my right arm, at the top of my shoulder. He hissed and cussed while reloading. Meanwhile, I only just realized I was shrieking in agony. I hadn't heard my voice in over a week, I think. My vision blurred and darkened. Suddenly all color in my vision saturated. Father’s face turned bright red, the trees were bluer than the sky. Swirls of oil paints streaked and marbled the sky. Red, blue, green, whiteblackorangepurplered. Blinding hues of red. Suddenly my fuzzy thoughts are interrupted.

     “Who the HE—“ CRACK. I looked up at the red man who was previously towering over my body. His face, in pain and in shock. Like a tree, he landed with a thud, blowing dirt into my face. I grimaced and tried to find the one responsible for the blow. A woman stood in his place holding a large branch in her purple hands. Her full lips curved down into a disappointed frown, and she shook her head sadly.

     "Tsk tsk tsk. No man oughtta treat his lil one that way." Her voice was surprisingly deep, mellifluous and soft, despite her hardened look. "...Hey kid, you alive? He made one nasty hit to your arm." She poked at the ground by my side with the branch. Dazed, I nodded slowly, still catching my breath. The woman picked me up without a second thought.

     "I'm gonna get you outta here, mmkay? I didn't kill daddy. He's just gonna be sleepin’ a while. You got a name, kid?" She raised a brow at me. I didn't understand what a name was at the time, and shook my head before suddenly dozing off. She muttered something, and that was the last I remembered of the hole in the ground.

[corvidae30]

Željko Ivanek

From, everything, eventually.

Mostly a "HITG!" for me because I can never pronounce his name.