WARNING: INCOMING ART GUSH

Obsessed with this particular brand of out-of-context Bob's Burgers screenshots

WAITERR I NEED MORE OF THEM CHAOTIC UNCLE-NIECE BOND PLEASEE‼️

Non-LMK post, im into The Gaslight District atm. I'm a sucker for horror-tim burton style, their animation style and character design are a cheff kisses.

Fuck ai.

Don't give up on your art. It's main goal to stop you from creating media and use it to replace it.

Don't stop writing fanfics. Don't stop making fanart. Be cringe. And use stuff like Nightshade or the possible new models to protect fanfics and hope it poisons the model. Or write cringey nsfw fics of mpreg and crazy ass smut, and watch the ai burn itself to the ground from it.

Just don't give up on art. The ai bros and the model itself relies on YOU. They're NOTHING AND WILL BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU!!!

random susie doodle

Nedzu 🥺

“I… what?” was all Toshinori could think to say, looking to Nezu with deer-in-headlights eyes. Hell, that was all he could think at all, besides perhaps, “Where did that come from?”

Nezu’s teeth gnashed. His tail thrashed. His hold on the nameless rat loosened, and God help him, he did it on purpose. To hell with it: it was the time! “Toshi, you could’ve visited at any time this last month,” Nezu and the nameless rat seethed in sync as he shot to his feet, standing on the seat of that bench. “Could’ve called, could’ve emailed, could’ve even sent a letter, something. You didn’t. My message that Tenko was coming home didn’t even get a simple ‘congratulations!’” Nezu jeered, complete with a sneering smile and mocking jazz hands. “And this week, even though you knew Tenko was with me, I still did not hear a single word from my best friend!”

Toshinori didn’t notice his jaw was slack until he closed it, only to open it again and fail to form a word, closing it once more to try again. He was like a floundering fish in more than just the motions, flailing and failing to get a handle on where the conversation was going or had even come from. “I… I’m sorry I didn’t call, Nezu,” he finally managed to say. “I could have done that much, I admit. A visit, though? You said it yourself: I’m the greatest pro hero the world has ever known. I’m the main reason Japan’s crime rate is less than half the global average.” He leaned away, glanced to the side, avoided Nezu’s angry eyes. He’d seen Nezu angry before, he’d seen Nezu far angrier before, but never at him. He’d had people angry at him before, he’d had people far angrier at him before, but never Nezu. It made him… there was no better word for it: squirm. “Every hour I would be at your place would be an hour I’m not where someone could need me, an hour I could be finding a clue to lead us to All for One.”

“So, what, was your offer to visit Tenko just a moment ago good for less than an hour? ‘Less than half’ that, mayhaps? Ten minutes, in and out, a cup of tea and a quick hello and off you go?” Nezu smarmed, not with charm, but with sarcasm so caustic it could eat through steel.

Toshinori shook his head, raised his hands in a gesture both pleading and placating, still too disoriented to be anything other than bewildered and defensive. “I owe it to the world to save every kid in trouble, Nezu! I need to be a hero to everyone, not just those close to me. You of all people should appreciate the sheer scale-”

“I am well aware of exactly how many millions depend on you,” Nezu found himself snarling, snapping, lashing. He just couldn’t hear another word, couldn’t control the stress, it was all just too much- “It doesn’t matter if it’s for the greater good or their own good, if it comes from ruinous paranoia or, or neurotic nobility; you are still walking the same path of neglect that she did! Laud her intentions all you want, worship the woman until the day you die, but she left him to rot!”

To call Toshinori familiar with hope would be an understatement bordering on an ugly lie. It was his heritage, after all. It was closer to him than his own heart, more familiar than his own name. It would be a mistake to say that he wasn’t familiar with other emotions, though. He knew solitude. He knew shame. He knew doubt. He knew dread. He knew fear.

Anger? Anger was a distant memory. Toshinori had not been angry, All Might had not been angry, for over a decade. Not like he was that moment. What bubbled in his emotional bottle was not righteous anger, not the raging desire to protect people that got him out of bed every day, but an ugly anger, a tainted anger, a hurt anger, viscous and vile, roiling and boiling-

“You take that back.”

—All We Might Have Been, Chapter 5 Art by the lovely @secretgaygenttomura!

Bob Belcher phone case I was inspired by this I also did not kiss the case when it arrived

Out of context moment from a fanfiction I’m writing involving My Hero Academia and Deltarune.

Commissioned my oc’s to be drawn by the lovely @krisha-228

From left to right: Theo, Crane, Louisiana, Shayy

The character ever

More concepts for a visual novel + expressions for Theo

Ican'tshow

So I usually make content using pre-existing media, but I've always wanted to do something original. Wholly my own. So here's that.

World basis:

Early in the 1980’s people were being born with completely different structural heads than normal. Late into it was it found to be a sudden neurological connection to the 4th dimension, causing a literal and physical mental imbalance.

Those affected believed it should be removed, so they were meant to be Nullified, but instead this stuck as the term for those born with it.

Once the panic had calmed down, society began to pick itself back up by the late 1990’s.

The mass of the older generation, who have not gotten this neurological change, have indifference or even hatred to those Nullified.

Nullified:

Those who had this neurological connection resulted in their head, or body, having completely different properties to that of someone without it.

Because the connection is based in time, every person with it doesn’t have the same look or effect. No two people will ever have exactly tge same results.

Despite how they look, Nullfied can still function like a normal human, not withstanding any mental or physical disabilities formed from birth (which were wrongly accused to be more common in Nullfied as a way to see them lesser. There is no factual evidence that being Null is naturally flawed).

Some who become Null may even have the ability to do things once seen as impossible, akin to comic book superhero’s.

Since the variety would make it impossible to narrow down powers that are or aren’t harmful, Null who can do this are under government watchlists (unbeknownst to the Nullfied).

Otherwise, court of law judges Null’s powers in their own sanctum, so mental or physical assault with these abilities are classified as such.

======================== So what does this mean?

Think My Hero quirks but it's casual instead of Hero Vs Villian shit.

Shayy

+ Meta-Morphing shape for a head

+ Emotions are very much on his sleeve

+ jack of all arts, master of none

+ Hard time with friends

+ ADHD like mad

Louisiana

+ Whole eye for a head

+ Doesn’t really have an idea for what she wanna do for a life

+ Knows most of the other nulls in the small town, but most prominently…

Crane

+ An asshole

+ Whole body minus the center is skeleton

+ Feels like his life is already done

+ Gas Station worker

+ Smokes a lot; doesn’t feel it cause it can’t reach his lungs

Also a lot more I'm concocting.

This thing will either be a comic, written book, or, what i'd most prefer...

A visual novel! Thanks for reading if you have :) I'm not sure if this will go anywhere but I still wanna put it out there for me myself and I