zannyblogging:

teddypartridge:

((End Run preview yet again this is the entirety of Act 1 and Act 2 meaning there is still Act 3 left to happen…The scary thing is so fair minus page 4 these are 8’2” in length |’D Ahah…ah…)

Kill meeeeeeeee Orz

((…..good luck, zanny! xD;; ))

((…well, as long as we’re sharing. Not sure who this’d be for, the song just kind of sat down and was like ‘hey hey listen.’))

asktheangryscot:

((Suppose I shall toss a song into the pot, too. xD Behold, my running them for R3, complete with lyrics in the description~ ))

((AUGH KES ;;;;))

((Working on pictures to update apps with—pondering redrawing the humans too even though there aren’t any design changes. Will have to see if laziness wins over cringing reflex.))

((Wherein feelingwhimsy gives up on ever finishing this story but posts it anyway!))

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asknebraska:

questionspook:

Elaboration - basically around…. November? I think? My parents discovered my DA/SA/Tumblr and, well. They weren’t happy. I had to shut down my original tumblr and managed to barter with them about allowing me to keep my DA until End Run is over. It was basically End Run’s…

((I can understand dropping out because of personal creative reasons, but I don’t understand why your parents wouldn’t be happy with your DA or tumblr! You are wonderful at drawing! I would think it would be encouraged. Though I’m not saying this to pry into your family’s business, I just wanted to let you know you’re style is wonderful and I hope this doesn’t mean an end to your fabulous art!))

((^^this.))

Anonymous asked: Which soldiers on the other side do you think you could be friends with if you had met outside of war?

Fred! And David is interesting—David Avery, I mean. From what I’ve seen of her, miss Gwen seems nice. And—Daniel, maybe? There’s probably more people, but I can’t recall that many Johto people off the top of my head.

wailordofatale asked: (It was an amazing opportunity. Alan, Elliot and Ariel had all been chosen to participate in a game show.)

To be honest, however, Alan wasn’t sure how he felt about this game. It was interesting, to be sure, but—

“Are you ready? It’s time to face the Wall!”

Being knocked around by walls of styrofoam with holes in them was pushing things a little bit.

((I can’t figure out what to write. ;A; But imagine, if you will: these three amigos trying to play Hole in the Wall))

questionspook:

ariadnearca:

iambickilometer:

If you’d like to specify a fandom, feel free, but I might just write original fiction if you leave it vague.

(I’m about to drive home from Oakland so y’all got plenty of time)

Let’s do this. >:D I have no way of posting art over the next few days so…

(( You send me one I send you one, deal? c: ))

tonyfenmore asked: "Mmh." He buried his face in the blanket, but looked up when Alan offered to go to the mess for him. "Noo, no, tha's okay. Tha's okay. Thanks, Alan." He smiled then plonked his face back down on the mattress, making his voice muffled. "You are sho nice. The nicest. I'm gonna sleep now. Okay? 'Kay. Thanks, Alan."

“Alright then.” Alan plopped down on his cot and settled in to continue sketching. “Sleep well, Tony.”