Succulent Sarcophagus

I am very happy and proud of what I’ve done with this blog and these characters, but I’m afraid it can’t last forever. I’ve simply grown out of them and their story! I want to move on to bigger projects and newer ideas. This blog simply doesn’t have enough room for me to grow and mold it to the way I want to. In other words, I want to move on.

I had a lot of fun with this blog, and I’ll be keeping it up so I (as well as everyone else) can look back on all the content I made here.

If you still want to see what I’m up to, you can go to my main blog @stonedraws! You can also check out my other askblog @commander-poptart.

Of course! I’ll make a new pinned post that includes some of my other blogs where I still post my art, but I’ll just put them here too.

My main blog is @stone-draws. Pretty much everything I draw goes there!

I also have another ask blog (not Pokemon), @commander-poptart, that I’m tryyying to make active again, but finding the energy and drive has been difficult.

I know I’ve been extremely inactive, but it’s also because I haven’t got a lot of particularly engaging asks regarding my recent plot posts.

I don’t have too much in my inbox, and what I do have I can’t really use in a relevant sort of way.

So I was just wondering if perhaps I should abandon the plot because no one really cares or the community isn’t active enough to support it.

The run. That goddamn run. 1-800-ARE-YOU-SLAPPIN

“Put him back, Kagé.”

“Come on, Vince, look at him!” Kagé pleaded, holding up the small hexnut Pokemon. “He’s small, adorable, and so soft and pudgy! He’s practically defenseless! We have to take him in.”

“Bwee?” Donut squeaked.

“I said put him back!” Vince scolded. “He’s not ours!”

“But he’s not anyone’s!” Kagé said defensively. “He’s an orphan!”

“Look, we already have to deal with Lancelot’s double-typing, and that’s only easier because he’s Ghost like us. This creature is pure Steel! We have no idea how to care for it properly!”

“But we can just hold onto him for a little bit... A-and he and Lance are already friends. What if they were brothers?”

“Bweeeee...!” Donut cried, his eye dripping with what seemed like endless black tears.