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some lemuria art!

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Take my recent art bcs I lowkey forgot I had a tumblr acc!!

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ERM THIS TOOK A BIT TOO LONG

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I want him dead (said with endearment)

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I like my humor, my height, my uh… ability to read..my…uhh..knowledge sometimes.. and my empathy

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

oh…

uh

My singing

my ability to talk to people

my hair

my positivity?

uhhh

my drawing skills (sometimes)

Tagging bc I’m too lazy

@manicali @telugu-girl-13 @inkstainsonmysheets @half-shadowgalra @the-l0ser-st4r @speakofthedebbie @forgthetheaterkid @zara-post-14

uhh yeah…

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Secondary Cuphead oc done. Enough peeps thought I was referring to Porkrind in this post here that I had to give him an eyepatch haha.

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Introducing Barnaby,

Barnaby might seem like a pretty unassuming badger at first glance, but truly he's an artist whose favorite canvas happens to be the body. After spending many years at sea, Barnaby eventually landed in the Inkwell Isles, where he set up what he proudly calls a "body shop for all." Situated in the sea side of the city, his shop usually sees the more object oriented folk. Barnaby specializes in paint jobs (often crafting his own paints), detailing, restoration, and touch-ups. He can handle minor fixes as well, but for the love of God, he is NOT a doctor. For those with hair, fur, or skin, Barnaby offers stylings and trimmings, always preferring more experimental designs. Despite the era, he’s also developed significant experience in tattooing and dyeing. He loves his work, taking pride in the small ways he helps others, even if it’s just a touch-up or a fresh coat of paint.

Background blip of you want to read:

Barnaby's background:

Barnaby wasn’t always the kind, grounded person he is today. As a child, he was a selfish, lazy, and cowardly bully. He regularly skimped out on his responsibilities on his family's farm, and his younger brother often bore the brunt of his attitude. While they didn’t hate each other and had the occasional good moment, Barnaby’s behavior often left much to be desired, something he would regret for the rest of his life as an older brother. One night, Barnaby tried to make up for his behavior to his brother. He helped him sneak out to the barn roof to watch a meteor shower, knowing how much the stars meant to him. Wanting to make the moment even better, Barnaby left and headed to the orchard to grab some fruit for then to share. But not wanting to be caught outside, he left the lantern by the ladder inside the barn. When he returned, the barn was ablaze. Paralyzed by fear, Barnaby hesitated. By the time he finally had the courage to act, it was too late, and he was dragged back to safety. Though others reassured him it was an accident, Barnaby couldn’t shake the guilt. To him, it was a reflection of his character, his carelessness, his cowardice, his selfishness. He saw the event as the culmination of his worst traits and loathed himself for it. He got a good look at who he was, and despised it. He spent years on the farm feeling trapped by who he was. By the time he was 17, staring into the mirror at a face he couldn’t stand any longer, Barnaby realized something had to change. In a moment of impulsive clarity, he began to shear off his fur, stripping it all away. When he saw his reflection afterward, it was as if he were looking at someone new, a blank slate, a chance to start over. It was a freeing moment that pushed him forwards. He knew he could never undo the past, but he believed it was better late than never to change. Transforming himself into someone better felt like the only way he could truly honor his brother’s memory. He left the farm behind, taking nothing with him, eventually finding work on a ship. Life at sea took him from port to port, introducing him to countless people and experiences that slowly reshaped his perspective. Over the years, he began to forgive himself and rediscover his sense of self. As he healed, he allowed his fur to grow back to its original length, he found love for himself. Always an artist at heart, Barnaby entertained his shipmates with his creative projects as they allowed him to experiment, honing the skills that would later become his career. After around 30 years at sea, he decided it was time to settle down and retun to land. He arrived in Inkwell City and opened his shop. He still stayed close to the sea, embracing fishing as a regular hobby. Afterall, he has a particular loyal client from the ports who is very keen on a certain type of paint that predates modern metal flake paint, made with fish scales.

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uquiz & picrew

Wanted to do this because @thejudiciousneurotic did!! (I really am a lovable idiot)

No pressure tags!! @sweetadonisbutbetter @spongejuice @vixezn @zxphy + anyone else/open tag!

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Weow another full peice

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my style of drawing the noise vs my aping of mcpig’s

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McPigs vision

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Peppino and Feppino If they were in cookie run kingdom!!

I liked it a little but not that much, I hope you all like it!

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posting some certified bangers from my bluesky dont forget to like and subscribe

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redrew a part of a gif i really liked

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Ily shimpo

this art is old as hell but still funny 😭 so there you go

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First we pizza, then we tower. Let’s pizza tower!

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I did a lot today

Some days inspiration hits like a semi truck ig

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on everyones soul we admit the rework build was THE BEST version of pizza tower right

the noise was killed via good level design