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HEIGHT CHART!!

Figured I'd give an idea of how tall to make the gang and well here we are!

As for the two human staff:

Val is a quick fix mechanic and touch up artist, helping to fix up anything that is needing a quick fix. This also includes the gang, from inner workings to their appearance.

As you can see, I drew the gang in their original looks from the game with a bit of styling. But after seeing so many amazing interpretations, I had to dive back in and glam them up!

I should have shared this, with all the boom it gotten on Twitter! So this was based on a DTIYS prompt and I had to challenge myself with it!

I'll try to keep the dust off this account when I can, so expect art from me time to time!!!

Been seeing this meme floating around and my brain gave me the brilliant idea to make this! And with some convincing from a friend of mine, I managed this!

For someone who's got the groove, seems like Dimitri is trying to get back in rhythm.

Trying to see if I can get all of them done before October ends at least, considering this is one of my favorite movies ever!

Warning// if you know these ghosts, this will include sketches of blood, dismemberment, gore, etc. So don't look of that's not you're cup of tea.

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Inspired by Psychonauts, I personified anxiety and Procrastination.

Anxiety is a form of 2 ferrets: Tizzy and Chary

Tizzy: panics about anything. Will latch on, ruining a moment or even a day. Bald patches at how stressed he is. Does help prioritize tasks. HATES DD. High strung nerve

Chary: red flag. Is cautious and analyzes. Will approach slowly and predict. GUT FEELING. Looks before leaping.

Dilly-Dally, DD: a cat that can change sizes depending day or tasks. Can be small and movable. BIG and WILL sit on you, forcing you to do nothing for hours. Even tasks that needs to be done will not move.

Another slow moment at work so this got me the chance to draw up on how Henriette would look like. Went back and forth on previous images and appearances in the games. Used the 4th game image hint as a base and worked from there.

Also sorry for not drawing up the boat, still working on drawing props and backgrounds. XD

Mistakes make an impact. Small or big, they do. For me, I have made mistakes that I do my best to learn from, especially if it might have impact another person.

I don't like to hurt others. Even if I hit them by accident, I would over do it with apologies and seeing if the other is okay. And a lot of these times this ends up with me either being too clingy or distant with a person, which a lot of times drives them away.

I am the type that loves and cares for others, I try to be the type who wants be there for them. But with the past experiences, I couldn't do that right. Yes I do have friends now that stayed and accept me for who I am, but those who left because of me, that pain is still there.

It hurts. Most time it's a throb. Other times it's agony. And these 2 years have been nothing but pain and people leaving. I want them to come back, I really do. I want to fix every little thing I did. But even now there are some who said they don't want to do anything with me again and I kept my distance.

Because of all of that's happened, I have come to terms of my anxiety and depression, my Poison. They have grown and hissed at me, knowing that I'm the mistake that caused all this. I have talked to a few about Poison, explaining how it feels with them around but most of the time I just kept them bottled up. Mentally, there are shelves, boxes, corners filled with jars and bottles, of different shapes and sizes in hopes to keep them locked up. A jar breaks occasionally but that sudden emotional hit passes eventually and I go back to storing Poison back in the shelves.

To those who stayed, thank you. I feel like I don't deserve such amazing friends yet you stayed.

To those I've hurt, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you, even when I promised I would. I hope that you found others that were able to be what you hoped for in a friend.

This are my shelves, my pain, my Poison