You Know What, I’m Kind Of Glad That Heinrich Unheimlich Bought The Chair Rather Than Making It.

YAAAY!!

YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!

Over 6 months in the making (mostly bc procrastination) but I finally compiled my Kanto Gym Leader Magazine series. I love the idea of an in-universe style fashion publication where they all do interviews about their hobbies and stuff

Want something like this for your own OC? My commissions are open!!

Therimorse // human version reimagined

one of my favs among sonaria creatures who fulfill my love for weird men mostly sketch artwork, 2024 version under the cut (tw: suggestive)

i am the one to blame for that

every minawii ever probably

Some dark cacao because I've been in a big cookierun drawing mood. He's also my favorite of the aincents so tehee

Figment of a crown version

guys new favorite external just dropped- Heinrich the hehe man

Fish, Konstantin Korobov

Dunkleosteus hunted in the shallows. There were fewer places for its prey to hide there. It was attentive to the tides, careful to avoid the rocks and swam only over the sands.

Snap!

Good-bye, Orodus.

Crunch!

Down goes an ammonite.

But, one morning, a tiny grey shark would not be caught. It dodged every lunge like a breeze does fingers. (Dunkleosteus did not know what a breeze was, but it would learn.)

Dunkleosteus grew as determined as a placoderm could, and—as much as a fish can decide anything—decided to catch this slippery prey above all costs. They chased through the shallows, charging and evading, reaching and retreating.

The tide began to go out. The shark winnowed over the rocks, its dorsal fin cutting the surface. Dunkleosteus surged at the shark, its back breaking the surface of the sea, its belly dragging over the stones. It nearly gutted itself on their sharp edges. The shark wormed away, but Dunkleosteus was stuck. The waters sloshed about its body. It struggled, heaved, wrenched its bulk against gravity and stone, but in vain.

The sea dragged the waters away, abandoning Dunkleosteus on the stones. Its gills pumped against the air; its eyes clouded in the wind; its fins curled over the corals. Then it was still, a victim of Devonian hubris.

Has anyone else noticed that they do this?

c... cat beasts... what if they were sopping wet and pathetic..

Burning spice my beloved.

#burningspicecookie