#JOYFUL TIME
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Important reminder:
Experiencing joy is essential for health and life!*
*in case of depleted/scrace sources of happiness:
Silliness is always a good source of joy. Use this as first-choice.
In case of utter emergency, some forms of benevolent sarcasm can still serve as a helpful source of joy if other sources are not reachable during peaking times of the big sad. But use it considerately.
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Take care of your darnn self. u deserve some gudd brain crumbs. 🥨
#joy#joyful time#in all the shit life is giving you build a tower of shit and laugh about that there is actually nothing to laugh about - enjoy the silly#silliness has its own reason to exist#enjoy the silly#mental health support#support#depression#cards for the depressed bastard or such idk#motivat
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#hey look at me. we’re not gonna get better at budgeting or going to the gym.#we can do a one time burst of joyful bullshit
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Congratulations! Your Tynamo evolved into an Eelektrik!
(Bonus below!)
(The eel dog quadrupled in weight)
Link to submas masterpost!
#pokemon#art#sketchbook#myart#submas#fanart#pokemon ingo#subway boss ingo#submas comic#pokemon emmet#subway master kudari#subway boss emmet#subway master emmet#tynamo#eelektrik#eel dog time!!!#did you know eelektrik evolves aT LEVEL 39#emmet and tynamo have been fighting for their LIVES here#the joyful ordeal of evolution#anyways emmet laughing so hard he starts crying is a mood#submas emmet#kudari
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The Lonely Apothecary
#art#pomegranates#fantasy#had time to draw for myself.. fell to my knees crying#prince joyful and knight wayward#Rage the Fisherwoman and Deceitful the Apothecary
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what if they were so so tiny
#i spent an embarrassing amount of time on this lol#pixel art really is just about moving the same two pixels around for hours trying to understand what works best#it's fun trying to capture their shapes on such a small scale though#wally darling#welcome home#my art#eddie dear#sally starlet#julie joyful#frank frankly#poppy partridge#barnaby b. beagle#howdy pillar
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Chomped Chuck imparts wisdom to the youth
#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck#chilchuk tims#my art stuff#every time draw Chilchuck he looks like this I haven’t drawn a single joyful chuck#anime#manga#digital art
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Soviet Birds.
The secret facility that I work in has holes in the ceiling. We don't know how to get them fixed.
We tried asking the government to fix it, once. We told them that the holes in the older parts of the facility had gotten large enough to fit birds through, and that birds were getting through, and that, perhaps, a Soviet Spy could fit through as well.
After all, it is well known that Soviet Spies and pigeons are approximately the same diameter.
Our hope was that that this vague and nonsensical threat would put a little fire under Uncle Sam's feet. If the fed couldn't be bothered to give a shit about the giant gaping holes in the roof of our facility, perhaps they could be persuaded to give a shit about... Soviet Spies.
This attempt at manipulation 100% blew up in our faces.
See, the government does not need to be persuaded to give a shit about Soviet Spies. It still wakes up most nights, drenched in cold sweat, terrified and confident that a Soviet Spy is hiding in their nightstand. If it sees a rock on the ground, it flips it over, pistol drawn, ready to shoot the Soviet Spy it fully expects to slither out from underneath. Which is to say: The government is crazy. So when we dropped those two words - inflitration risk - in the repair request, they came in guns-a-blazin'.
Does that mean that they fixed the roof? Of course not. Don't be stupid. No, instead of performing basic maintenance, they installed a state of the art alarm system throughout the facility - lasers, sonar, the works - and told us to always be on the guard. Because of the roof holes.
Then they left.
So now we had an extremely good alarm system... and birds. Which have combined in incredibly obvious and predictable ways to produce an unending fountain of problems.
For Example: About once a month, someone gets called in by the local airforce dispatch because AAAAAAAAAAA a Spy is in the Rad Lab! We're all gonna die! Except every time, it's a bird. And I get why we have to check, but every time, the dispatcher is panicked and the person going out has to be like listen, listen: It's a bird. It's always a bird. It's been a bird every month for the last fifteen years. It will be a bird next month. All this stress? Bad for your heart.
Second Example: Sometimes, birds get in while we're actually working. And when it's in the morning, you know, it's a nuisance, and it stops testing (we are not going to risk irradiating a bird) but it's not an all-hands-on-deck situation because it doesn't take ten hours to get a bird out. But surprisingly often, the bird gets in riiiiight at closing time, and in that situation, everyone goes feral because nobody can leave until the alarm is set, and we cannot set the alarm while the bird is there, because the bird would immediately trigger it and then we'd have to stay another 4 hours to confirm that it was not a Soviet Bird.
So in order to go home, everyone's top priority is Get That Bird. And we have a system for it.
Step 1: The test stands tend to be located in rooms with 30+ foot ceilings. We can't catch birds in places like that - so we have to lure the bird into the relatively low ceilinged (8 feet only) upper offices.
We do this by turning all the lights off in the test rooms, then putting floodlights by the exits. I don't know why this works - some kind of evolutionary brain fragment shared by both Bugs and Birds - but work it does. The birds almost always follow after the lights. From there, it’s just two guys moving the floodlight and a third guy to turn off the lights.
Step 2: Everyone else has been waiting for this step. There is this long stairway up from the basement level into the offices, and in the final stage, the floodlights are brought to the base of the stairwell to bring the bird up. At the top of the steps there will be a group of tennish people, waiting for the signal. The light guys will set up the final transfer, everyone will tense, and then, swish...a bird will flit up the stairs and into the offices.
It's like watching werewolves on a full moon. Before the bird cometh, we are engineers. Nerds. Pale and skinny things, trembling under the fluorescent lights. After the bird, we are beasts. Feral, gnawing things, glowing under the orange sunrise of the 70's halogen floodlights.
And like all beasts, we cannot help but give chase.
Step 3: The were-engineers begin the hunt. The goal at the start is not really to catch the bird - just exhaust it. So the pack simply does not relent. Because the stakes are going home on time, the group is basically given free reign to go anywhere in the building. If someone's door is open, and the bird goes inside, they're going to have to deal with ten sweaty panting maniacs leaping around their office. They don't get to say that they're busy, or remark on how all this movement is a terrible distraction. They are allowed to sit in silence during the chaos, and perhaps thank the war party for chasing the bird while they sat comfortably on their ass. This has been explained several times, and it will continue to be explained until cooperation is achieved.
Anyway.
The chase can go on for quite some time. Sometimes, the bird will get tired and find a crevice to hide in, where it can then be reached through standard cornered-bird catching techniques.
Other times, it will slow down enough that someone can actually yoink it out of the air. But this will go on until someone catches the bird and triggers Step 4.
Step 4: The Finale. This is the get-the-bird-out-of-the-building stage, and it requires someone to adopt a specific role: To Become the Sacrificial Vessel of Bird Removal.
This job is both coveted and feared. It's coveted, because holding a wild bird in one's hands is a precious thing. To feel how small, and fragile, and scared it is, only to free it from the building? That is what it's like to be a benevolent God. But the cost! Oh, the cost. The entire time the Vessel is in motion, the bird will be biting the hell out of their fingers. And I cannot emphasize enough just how painful bird bites are. Their entire face is a set of needle posed pliers, and they know tricks the even the cartels haven't figured out yet. So there's always a little hubbub about who shall be The Vessel while onlookers, stranded outside The Office of Bird Capture, can only look on. Quiet arguments and pleas are heard, little fragments of fear and pride and glory trickling out of room like the silver dust left behind in a bag of well shook quarters. The sound of concensus is silence, and the argument will go on until that's all that's left. And then, from the darkness of the final office, the chosen sacrifice will step forward: Hands gently cupped, tears streaming down their face, fingers trembling from the pain of the ongoing bird chomps.
And this scene is what organizes people. Not leadership, not truly. No one can think and coordinate a crowd while their fingers are being attacked with a combination nutcracker/ear piercer. But the crowd sees the suffering of their annointed, and it is driven to do everything poossible to make the process flow. People instinctively flair out, finding the fastest path outside. Doors are held open. Paths are cleared. Someone, somehow, always knows the way forward and can describe it to the sufferer. Left, left, forward. Corner closet. Yep, there's a hall in there. Forward. Two-hundred more feet man, you're doing great. Just hold it together a little longer. You're killing it.
Then the final door swings open, and the bird flees out into what remains of daylight. And yet, even here, the deed is not yet done. I cannot explain it in words, but the crowd that helped is never content until they can see and speak on the Bird Vessel's wounds. They all have to pull the fingers back and see what was given. Estimate the price: One day to get better - No, three - No, a week! Are you blind? Do you see that blood blister? -Yeah, that's not going away anytime soon - Damn, can you believe how feisty those things are? Like wolves without teeth.
(They cannot help but touch as they go. It has always been this way. Even Thomas was not content until he felt the wounds in Christ's hands.)
Only when the last of the helpers has seen, and commented, and commended, will the engineers scatter. It is their return from the underworld that announces to the sun living surface dwellers that they too can go home. (@somerunner tolja it needed to be a post.)
#DoD work#lab nonsense#soviet birds#i really like being the bird guy if you cant tell#i just like birds in general#i think this was an essay?#dont really know how to cover the ending for this thing#one part explanation of insane government inefficiency#one part explanation of the kind of joyful humanity that only *comes* from interacting with hilariously inefficient systems#like a full on defense of the beauty that only comes from poor uses of resources#and one part poetic exploration of the sacrificial hero archetype as a bird catcher#i spent so much fuckin time make this guys you have no idea#maximum effort post#effort post
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Meeting the gang (so far) 🪞
I came to the realization that I may have forgotten to say that the gang does not puppeteer the puppets! Wallace puppeteers Wally but the others work in their own respective departments on the show. Though he wouldn’t be against letting them if they want to.
It’s no secret that Wallace takes inspiration from his loved ones.
#welcome home#wally darling#clownillustrations#welcome home puppet show#my art#digital art#fanart#puppeteer wally#human wally darling#sketch#human sally starlet#human frank frankly#human julie joyful#didn’t render#that’s okay tho#forgive my handwriting#please please please#until next time
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ヾ(◍°∇°◍)ノ゙♪
[Please don't use my art for edits or reupload it to other platforms]
#welcome home#wally darling#julie joyful#sally starlet#frank frankly#eddie dear#barnaby b beagle#howdy pillar#poppy partridge#my art#added the disclaimer in because its happened too many times :')
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these puppets got that autism in them!
bonus:
cmon home, you know you cant make those kinds of jokes... smh...
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home fanart#julie joyful#wally darling#sally starlet#frank frankly#poppy partridge#howdy pillar#barnaby b beagle#eddie dear#home#welcome home home#i am posting this at 5 am my time. i am so sleepy#i hope this makes someone laugh at least
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best friends five ever
#myart#wander over yonder#wander#sylvia the zbornak#so hi guys! this is my woy fan blog!#i got into this show at possibly the time i need something joyful and positive beyond a shadow of a doubt most#it may take a second for me to get comfortable posting here#but i have a lot of wander over yonder fanart that i'm sitting on. like an incredible amount#really really big fan of this show.
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Just Julie tingz
#julie joyful#pel creations#beta julie joyful#dragon julie design is still a WIP!#this is like my 3rd time working on this idea lol#I refuse to let it die ughhhh
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yeah i like joyness a normal amount. why do you ask
#emotion yuri man.... (closes eyes forever#ALSOOO human designs were funnn i'd like to do some others some time maybe..... 😁#joyness#joy x sadness#inside out#inside out 2#inside out joy#inside out sadness#inside out anxiety#inside out disgust#inside out fear#inside out anger#sketchbook#human au
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“WELCOME HOME, NEIGHBORS!”
Just the neighbors hanging out, what can go wrong?
(Want free to add your OC in)
#Sorry for not posting 😭#School been dropping projects on me like crazy and i can’t even have time to draw#But i hope this one will makeup for the days of me not posting#welcome home#wally darling#welcome home art#partycoffin#welcome home arg#julie joyful#eddie dear#barnaby beagle#sally starlet#artwork#welcome home drawing#The background is killing me bruh#howdy pillar#frank frankly#poppy partridge
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Cait Sith Carried like a Cat.
#Cait Sith#FFVII#FF7#FFVII Rebirth#FF7 Rebirth#idk why Red feel the need to carry Cait like momma cat but I totally approve#I just hope that scene last longer#I love those two uwuuu#n fatmog#I finished the game around a month ago btw lol#thought to post something after that but in the end no time and the moment passed away sob#tldr idk wth happened in the end but this game is a joyful ride 95% of time#so yea play ffvii rebirth everyone its good
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