Samus Returns Is Excellent. I Am Now Hype To Showcase The Rest Of The Series.

How the fuck do you do this on accident. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU OPEN TWENTY FIVE SONGS BY MISTAKE

By popular demand, three Insecta Geometrica series 1 pins are making a comeback! The praying mantis, bumblebee, and cicada were all so well-loved, folks just kept asking me to restock - so we’re doing it! The mantis and bumblebee designs are the same as the originals, while the cicada has received a few very minor tweaks. All three can be preordered now in the shop! They’re expected in late September to early October and will ship as soon as they arrive.

🐝 Praying Mantis | Bumblebee | Cicada 🦗

These and more original pins, stickers, charms, bandanas, and artwork only at MaryCapaldi.com/shop! Spread the word!! 🐛

I did a Kobold Base! If you’ve ever wanted to create a Kobold for your adventure, now it’s the time: Link to Purchase: https://gum.co/KoboldBase Thank you for your support! <3

Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.

how did they learn to translate languages into other languages how did they know which words meant what HOW DID TH

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Old man from Kanto. Bulbasaur started it all.

What Pokémon region are you from?

So it’s pretty simple, Whichever series was out when you were 10 years old is where your from.

This chart will help everyone out

In 2007 I had turned 10 so the game series that was out was diamond and pearl, which means that the region I started my journey in is Sinnoh!

Reblog with what region you start your journey in and what starter you picked.

Anyway I’m from Sinnoh and my starter is turtwig.

For those who like silly artists who also love martial arts. Give this one a looksee.

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Hey budoka and fitness buddies! I’ve had several people in the community approach me about martial arts & fitness related drawings- it’s super fun for me to work on things like that, as it basically combines two of the things I love most in life! When i can I like to draw stuff on the fly and for free- but time is pretty short these days and so, incidentally, is money! I am opening several slots for commissions of that variety this week. Wanna see yourself as a badass anime character? Or maybe you just want one of your favourite characters giving you a little bit of motivation? I’m your Pants!

Interested? Cool, have a sample/price list: sketches/simple lineart-10$:

Chibi, flat colours with basic shading- 15$:

One shot/short comics. B&W- 25$:

single waist up, full colour- 25$ :

full shot, full colour- 30$ and up :

You’ll get a 300dpi version of the image and big sloppy thank you from yours truly ;D WHY PANTS WHY ARE YOU DOIN THIS???

I am heading out to a comic convention in the month of May. Trips like this are an out of pocket expense for me. As it would happen, I’ve also got a handful of karate clinics I need to attend as well.  Needless to say, it’s gonna be a “tight on the budget” kinda month!  I am hoping to acquire some of the necessary funding in this way. If you’re interested send me a message, and I will provide you with art to make you smile and get you amped up to work out!! Thanks for stopping by and, as usual, Happy Training!

The Wreckers - The First Job

This brain bug series was inspired by my friend Puck and her pokemon Superhero AU (Check out her twitter Puckarooni it’s awesome). This is my Pokemon #thuglife AU using the scrappy “route 1″ pokemon that most players tend to throw away early on. Enjoy.

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Brief Character explination:

Alolan Joe - Alolan Ratata 

Ben - Spearow 

Zach - Zigzagoon

Sherman - Sentret

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Zach and Ben stood idly next to a hardware store. Sherman waddled up and was ready to look tough with his crew. They passively welcomed him and returned to their idle stances. Eventually, Sherman sheepishly spoke up, “So, are we gonna do, uh, crimes or something?”

They responded that they are waiting for Joe. As if summoned, Joe appeared, holding armfuls of supplies.

“Listen up, gents.” He said as he set down the stuff, “We got work.”

Ben quirked an eyebrow, “What kind of work?”

Joe put on a smug grin, “See, folks like to have their enemies embarrassed but there ain’t ever anyone who is willing to do the dirty themselves. So, in come The Wreckers.” He gestured at the small group, “We take a little cash from the proper folks, go do some property damage or the like and then disappear. Get cash, commit crimes, it’s perfect.” He twizzled his mouse-stache. The others muttered in a mix of agreement and excitement.

“And” Joe continued, “We got our first gig. Messing up a rich dude’s car. Any suggestions?”

“Bust it up with a bat!” Ben said, swinging his arms.

“Slash the tires?” Says Zach, looking over some loose change he found scattered on the ground.

“Pour milk on the seats!” Said Sherman, chittering at his nefarious plot, “The smell will never go away. I should know, this one time, I had some milk in the car and–” He trailed off as he noticed that no one was listening.

“All good ideas, gents.” Said Joe, he bent over and reached into the bag of supplies he brought out of the store. “But we need to make a smash with this one. Or should I say,” He revealed a canister of kerosene, “A blast!”

The others mused in excitement.

“That’ll send a message.” Said Zach, pocketing the coins.

“Yeah! Don’t mess with the Wreckers!” Ben said, eyes sparkling.

“Whoa, this is gonna be so cool! Good idea, Bossman.” Sherman said.

Joe drank in his praise. “Alright you punks. Let’s move out!”

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Under the cover of darkness, they zeroed in on the vehicle in question. A super pretty muscle car. The four of them ogled at the car in their own way. Zach scurried around it, Ben grumbled about rich people having all kinds of money, Sherman prattled about make and model and such, and Alolan Joe pretended to understand everything he was being told.

“Alright, enough of this crap,” Ben said, grabbing the kerosene. “Let’s light this thing up.”

Alolan Joe saluted, “So passes a gallant waste of people’s money. Joker had it coming no doubt.”

Ben soaked the car. Zach whipped out a match stick and handed it to Alolan Joe.

“When I toss this thing, the Wreckers will be in business. It, kinda chokes me up a little.”

An Arcanine in a police uniform appeared behind them. “And what are you punks up to?”

Alolan Joe pocketed the match in a single smooth motion as they all turned around.

“Good evening officer, just out for a stroll.” Said Alolan Joe a little too quickly.

“Yeah, is that against the law now too?” Ben said, accusingly.

“Maybe?” Zach muttered, his restless hands fidgeting.

Sherman stayed quiet as he had been instructed to when the FUZZ shows up.

“Ahuh, just four youths innocently loitering around someone’s car.” He sniffs the air. “Have you been drinking?”

They look at each other.

“What? No of course not.” Said Alolan Joe.

“No, sir.” Said Ben, begrudgingly.

Zack shook his head.

Sherman stayed quiet.

The Arcanine growled. “Okay, I think it’s time to take you kids back to your parents.”

“You’ll never take me in!” Sherman snapped and he turned to dash away.

The Arcanine scoffs and sent out a flare of embers to shock the kid, maybe get him to shape up. Unfortunately, the embers managed to spark the kerosene and the car went up in flames almost instantly.

Everyone jumped away from the blazing vehicle. They turned to look at the officer and he looked back at them. 

“I am going to contact the fire department,” He said in a voice shaking with anger, “You will be gone when they arrive, that is my favor to you. Now do me a favor and never speak of this again.”

Alolan Joe saluted him, “You got it boss.” And rushed off, picking up a stunned Sherman along the way.

Ben put on a smug grin in before booking it. Zach followed, hot on their tails.

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The next day, Sherman scurried up to Ben and Zach who are loitering by the shop again.

“So,” Sherman said, “No long term repercussions, I assume?”

Ben shrugged and looked over to Zach who is working on a wire puzzle. The fidgety Zigzagoon paused and looked up to the two of them.

“Probably,” He said, looking down at his fidgeting hands. A tense air lowers on the crew.

Alolan Joe sauntered out of the shop with more junk in his arms. “Afternoon gents.” His prideful voice cracked the tension like a hammer. “I am pleased to say that we will not have to worry about that officer blabbing anything. And!” He set down his bags and reached into his pocket to pull out a small envelope. “The Wreckers are now officially in business.”

He opened it up and fetched a bill for each of them.

Ben looked at the bill and scoffed, “This is barely allowance money. We nearly get the slammer and we can’t even afford a lemonade!”

“All things in time, Ben.” Said Alolan Joe. “This is just the beginning.”

Sherman looked at the bill and smiled, “My first strip of–” He snickered, “dirty money.” He chittered and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked to Zach, who had pocketed his loot.

“Crime is pretty fun.” Sherman said.

“There’s nothin better.” Zach said.

Going to try 30 minute spit painting as warm-ups. I’m realizing my dependency on brushes needs to be minimized a bit.

Row of lights was the theme. I don’t think I emphasized the theme enough and probably could have done so with higher contrast. Next time I’ll do better!