Hi Again! I Hope Your Doing Well Up There :)

WARNING!

I ask that in the future no one asks me for donations and helping civilians, not because I don't want to, but unfortunately I am not able to help others or send donations. I really get spammed on this blog, and this blog is for art, not donations. Let's face it, I'm on the side of Palestinian children and civilians who are not terrorists and are experiencing an accident and are experiencing genocide and it's really horrible what's happening right now in Gaza or in Palestine. But really don't ask me about such things in the future, and don't spam me with these messages. I'm in solidarity with you, but don't be pushy and boring, if you need to, leave your messages on my main blog here: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/

And I will leave them here without deleting them, so whoever wants to send a message to others and share further, so whoever can send donations. The only thing I can do is to pray to God to stop such atrocities. Nothing more unfortunately. And I know how it is, but I also know that when I was a little boy, I also lived through the horrors of war and bombings, but unfortunately we did not receive any foreign donations nor did we disturb others about it.

Please don't send me those messages in the future, I'll just delete it, put it on my main blog, because this is my side blog and the main blog for my art. By the way, if you're interested, here's my drawing in support of the Palestinians: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/753481172031586304/donald-duck-daisy-duck-and-drake-mallard-with

I ask for your understanding and that you understand me. Because I just don't like my blog to be flooded with donation messages all the time. ONCE AGAIN I HAVE NO MONEY FOR DONATIONS. BUT I WILL SUPPORT YOU! JUST DON'T BE BORING PLEASE! LET THE WAR STOP ASAP! SORRY! FREE PALESTINE!

“What can you tell me about that day, Mr. Forrest?” She asked kindly, voice filled with curiosity with a mind filled with determination that matches her truthful lips. Her blue hues met with the young police officer, his face was plastered a horrid facade as he can recall the horror of fighting against the so dead officer, Matt Cordell.

“I don’t know where to began, honestly. He was himself, but... he had that thirst for revenge. To kill those who betrayed him.” Jack stayed to the young, up coming journalist, Heahgyth Morningstar. His face was shallow as he watched her scribbled down the words he said, word for word. “What do you think motivate him to kill? Besides the revenge he felt at that moment.” The journalist asked the officer, her words were filled with determination to find the hidden truth of the story of the so called ‘Maniac Cop.’

“Look, to be honest with you, Ms. Morningstar. I don’t know what else would motivate him, but let me ask you a question.” Jack said sternly to the journalist, catching her off guard of his words as recoil herself together, allowing him to ask her any questions he had on his mind. “Why in the hell are you so interested in Matt Cordell, huh? You have to be out of your mind.” He spoke with such undertone and seriousness in his voice as he learnt forward on the table, sitting across from the woman as the silence swarmed and surrounded them both, killing any noise between them.

Not knowing what to do nor what to say next, the silver haired woman lay her pen down on top of her notepad, biting her bottom lip gently as it swept underneath her top teeth as she spoke. “The reason why I’m interested in Matt Cordell, Mr. Forest... is because he killed my grandfather whom you knew. Detective Frank MacGuffin.” Heahgyth spoke lowly to him, her eyes filled hurt as remembered about hearing the news of what happened to her grandfather, sighing deeply to herself as heard the young cop curse under his breath, apologizing quickly to her as she simply shook her head.

“There’s no need to be sorry, Jack. You didn’t know, but what I believe right now. Is that both you and Ms. Mallory saw Cordell at Peire 14.” Her words were filled with seriousness, her heart was filled with determination and Jack, though she was insane at first for believing him and his former lover, but the gaze her eyes held. It held with belief, belief that she really believed that the two cops had saw the dead heroic cop, Matt Cordell that very day.

“Please, Jack. Describe him to me. I won’t rest till I let the truth of his death out to the public because they have the right to know who to trust within the police force.” She asked him, plead to him tell her what he look that very day and what he can possibly look now. The silence returned to them both once more, surrounding them again as he watched her grab ahold of her pen, fixing her button up blue shirt as Jack began to describe what he looked like that very day to her, taking in every word as she scribbled them down on paper.

Was she truly insane for believing that two cops saw a dead man that very day? My, that’s still a question that scientists nor experts can answer for her nor anyone that wished to knew. Perhaps, or perhaps she wasn’t, but she had a goal in her mind. Only one goal that she won’t stop till she reached it.

Is to let the truth out of Matthew Cordell’s death and to help him, find peace in his life.

Been working on portfolio pieces lately, wanting to push myself to create more finished works. :)

Commission for @neilarmstrong, who is absolutely out of this world :D

(Get it. Do you get it)

I finally drew something that's not Nova or Nova x N. Gin? Wow!

Here's a little idea I came up with some time ago while roleplaying with my best friend: since Nova basically treats Tiny like a kid/pet, she sometimes gives him toys to play with or reads him bedtime stories. That day, she was pretty frustrated so she just handed him the first thing she had in her reach and gave it to him as she worked away... Little did she know, Tiny had a mental breakdown right after, not being able to figure out which shapes fit which holes, crying and slamming the toy around.

She had to come and help him later on because the boy wouldn't stop howling. 😭

Don't worry though, he's okay now. She gave him pats and belly rubs as an apology later. 💕

| ooc: |  - Mun’s Cosplay- Pinstripe Potoroo. ( Humanized ) 

“ I am tellin’ youse ta forget about it! “ 

i have art trades and a commission to finish but seriously i needed to draw my nonbinary half-alien robot enthusiast PC Noema Thebe for my best friend's intergalactic space D&D session because we need to introduce our characters (and ofc I'm gonna be flashy) and i needed to figure out a colour palette for this baby lol

Sorry for this not being Crash related :(

Commission for Breanna of their Medusa.