punkin' instigator

I'm learning to draw, and sometimes I come here to show off my modest progress compared to what I could do literally yesterday.

I'm currently hyperfixated on No, I'm Not a Human, so most of the content here is dedicated to the game's characters - especially one suspiciously pale fellow (￢‿￢)

Literally the homeowner's face when the Pale Visitor turns around to leave.

- To improve the quality of our service, your screams and pleas for mercy will be recorded. Thank you for your understanding.

- Valtiel, grab a pencil. Start recording.

- On it)

- Stoooop..

- 🔺️Fuck, I barely got away from him.

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- Mary… could this be our special place?

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Mary?!!!

I can't believe it.

You're practically her twin sister!

Except you've got no head.

No arms.

(nuuu... face it, girl. you’re not becoming a zhdulya. you’ve been one all along)

P.S. Although I was mostly waiting for the prison doctor’s ghost.. which is probably even worse.

This whole phenomenon has followed me through life as a silent hill fan since day one 💆🏻‍♂️ Turns out, life really is about the journey, not the destination. hngh.

The viewers:

A socially awkward and not particularly sociable guy feels awful because of his allergy - possibly a seasonal allergy to life - and has absolutely no desire to hang out with anyone while his nose is running.

A very courteous visitor gets involved and offers him a DISPOSABLE paper tissue. A helping hand, so to speak. People are supposed to help each other, right?~

Back home, this poor soul (sorry, I’m trying to balance out the absurdly domestic nature of my silly metaphors with a touch of Shakespearean drama) throws all his dark clothes, including his sweaters, into the washing machine, naturally forgetting the tissue in his pocket.

After taking everything out and experiencing a brief moment of surprise and irritation at the state of it all, he throws the clothes right back into the wash.

And accidentally setting it to 90°C.