#cccclinic

[thewandererh]

rises and claps like shia lebeof with tears in my eyes

[thewandererh]

✨the cccclinic gang and their passions!

whole’s awesome fellas somehow migrate to the real world after he wakes up from his coma. and in this world, they discover stuff they love! they choose their names and try to enjoy the world in different ways :]

🎨Todd - painting, cloudspotting (proudly cloud appreciation society’s 600,001 member)

📘Simon - book analysis

🪻Dove - collecting, trinket-making, weaving

🍓Leo - gardening!! bug finding

bonus facts:

- Leo and Simon connecting again is the reason they got a cat

- forehead kisses make Dove’s headwings flutter

- Todd decorates the house in copious amounts of beeswax scented candles

[thewandererh]

self love

do not tag this as a ship please

[thewandererh]

Ya’ll’ve seen Todd, Simon, and Leo so far in my cccclinic au. but what about Dove?

KABLAMMO, DOVEBEAM💥💥

bonus content: tidbits on how i figured out dove’s design as a character!

i have a bit of trouble writing the heart-based character in my cccc stories, but i’m very persistent with expanding on everyone equally. a previous writing experiment for this au helped give everyone more depth, and i wanted to reflect that in dove’s design! they were originally verryy,,, blank-feeling, with little to no personality flare reflected through their design. so i got to work.

the blindfold is familiar to a heart’s design, but emphasizes the ‘hiding away’ + an abstract/metaphorical vibe i wasn’t looking for. this heart is diving into a world of self expression while recovering from their whole au ordeal, and favors coziness as stress relief while they get accustomed to the new world. a sleeping eyemask with a unique decal reflected this coziness while giving them a bedhead/mysterious aura. very welcoming!

dove’s short, mangled hair grows out as a form of moving on. they keep their white stressteaks to accept the past while perfecting their purple plumes (the ends naturally turn pink). then comes clothing experiments!

the first outfit above is based for comfort, and is where the permanence of the eyemask appears. unique purple color combos like that feel very ‘dove’ to me :0. the second is for outside occasions with a cane dove’s learning to use. they’ve memorized the house already but handholds or uses a cane in new places. the third is general lounge-wear stitched with comforting texture patches, depicting a forest setting with different moon phases. all three were inspired by something (my chemistry teacher assistant’s outfit, my personal heart fit on a dressup day, and a comfy big sweater thing a friend gave me). they were ways for me to experiment with palettes and decals!

being mute, dove has been learning sign language and braille for communication. i’ve been thinking about them visually “speaking braille” as replacements for speech bubbles in silly jokes, or having the speech bubble come from their hands instead. oc drawing ideas…

last are expressions! understanding how a character visibly expresses themselves adds a lot to their, well, character, especially with how much enthusiasm is behind the expression or movement. it was loads of fun experimenting with how the mask would work alongside the eyebrows and mouth. it’s a very meaningful exercise for nailing a demeanor, and I highly recommend :]!

also, i drew the last page while listening to our awesome english teacher read out the LOTF chapter A Gift for the Darkness. my art hilariously contrasted the content of the book and i just wanted to highlight that. man. a new hyperfixation is coming on…

thanks for listening to me figure out dove :]!! you reading means a lot ^^💛

[thewandererh]

mind monday omg!!! i will accept the cup of tea….

coincidentally drew dove (heart in my cccclinic au) enjoying a steaming beverage, so let’s say they’re enjoying mind’s tea :] ✨🫖

The Mind offers you a mug of tea. Will you take it?

Happy Mind Monday!

[thewandererh]

cccclinic simon doodles for ya’ll while i do my laundry :]

[ read a story i wrote about him and whole(todd) talking about trauma stuff! ]

*cough* @calico-jamie 💛

[thewandererh]

🐏Counting Sleep

| { [ ( a post-coma cccclinic short story ) ] } |

for character references, visit here

please do not tag this as a ship

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big, white, heavy eyes

beaming straight into my skull

my ribs start to burn

gasping awake as if empty, a heartbeat rages in his ribs. it’s dark. everything’s so dark.

hands fumble for the bedside lamp while eyes dash about the darkness. any shape perceived as a threat. light bursts from the lamp to reveal a pile of laundry and a coat on the door hook. the relief is overwhelming.

todd wheezes, leaning back before falling to the pillow. a hand at his forehead with the other at his chest. he’s calming down now. breathing proper again. eyes daring to close.

those big, white, and heavy eyes flick into existence behind his eyelids. shivering breaths and tremors overtake his entire figure. the nightmare lingered prominent in his mind, overbearing and overwhelming. any attempt to close his eyes or block it out was met with those masked eyes.

it wasn’t a part of soul now. but that thing—that thing still haunted him. it hurt so much. why did it still hurt so much??

panic and anxiety coursed through his pulse. he hugged himself tight in the sheets. but repressing the visage with pressure was no use. the thick blanket now encompassing him blocked out the lamp’s light. tears crawled into and out of his eyes as air became sparse under the blanket.

he couldn’t do this by himself.

todd unveiled himself to the world, gaze tearing across the dark corners of his room. simon’s desk was bare and tidy, and the night stood silent except for his panic. todd took a deep breath and thought. moments passed. enveloped in twisting anxiety while trying to calm it. although paying attention to it felt worse. he couldn’t help bringing his knees close to him as his entire body shivered. systems shellshocked. the fabric of his drapey pjs promised comfort: the blue with leopard spots felt mangled but fluffy. todd’s eyes lit up when resolve strummed his core. conclusion. a big inhale got him moving again: a decision to go made in the moment.

the floor was cold under thick socks. neat and sturdy. beamed with smooth wood. panic screamed doubt under every movement. painfully holding him back. yet he got up.

todd made it to the door alive. gripping the steel reflecting his lamp’s light with sweaty palms. turning it flung open to reveal a dark hallway. a lump of fear nearly blocked his throat. yet he pushed on. tunnel visioned and unsure of his every step. this could be his grave. the strumming resolve dimmed inside him, and the next step faltered.

down the hall. to the left. former study. dove’s room.

each further stride could only be taken with the thought of the pale purple walls. the blankets of fluff dove encased themself in. how they held his hand while todd told them all a story. wetness pierced his vision again but he steadied himself with a breath.

everything lasted forever in the darkness pressing in on his body. suffocating beyond end. he functionally stumbled to the door, croaking it open with swiftness. the creak made him flinch.

a gasp resounded in further darkness revealed by the door. a scared and tired sound. then silence. forced silence made when the hunted percieves a threat.

/d-don’t worry. it’s me, w-whole. todd. hi. i-…sorry. c-can i…?/

dove sighed thankfully, shifting in their bed before patting a spot in the darkness. had they already been awake? todd picked his way across the room, begging his eyes to adjust faster. shapes glared from every corner. yet he remained pulled toward the bed. something sharp met his knee and he gasped through his teeth. dove held out a hand and todd took it. he let it guide him to the bed. sighing with a quiver, he shook and massaged his aching knee. dove reached for it but todd flinched aback. they reflected the flinch, headwings subtly puffing. startled. confused. frightened?

/i-i….i…..i’m sorry. i th-think it was the…tablesomething./

todd sighed, frazzled. he let dove feel his knee.

/no blood. i-i just…i had a nightmare. i…/

the lump in his throat choked him up at last. rivers bled from his face like hungry snakes.

dove shifted, then held him.

moment after moment. precious seconds of comfort.

reassurance gathered as they rocked from side to side.

massaging and warming. releasing tension.

finding relief in the finality of peace.

hearing dove breathe comforted him. he settled and sighed. sleepy.

it was too dark to sign anything, and words couldn’t escape todd’s throat without bringing on tears. so no one spoke. it stayed silent, peaceful, calm, and serene.

dove pulled back from the backrub, gently smiling while wiping a tear away from todd’s face. dove then scooted and patted the bed beside them, offering todd to stay and perhaps (platonically) snuggle. a shiver snuck up todd’s spine in the cold darkness, and he succumbed to the idea of comfort.

todd lay weakly, and dove tucked him in. pulling a blanket from the basket and using their fingertips to tuck it under todd’s sides. effectivley burritoing him. dove rummaged around for a loose sleeping eyemask, and handed it to todd. he took it and sighed, looking at it with adjusted eyes. it was soft and sheep-like, with a closed-eyes decal and sheep ears on the front. brought him a smile as he put it on.

the world fuzzed out. not seeing felt so…peaceful. something stepped off of his chest and shoulders as comforting darkness slid over his eyes. no more veiny red. no more piercing masked eyes. it was so soft.

todd found dove’s hand when they’d settled in, wings and hair drooping across the pillows. heartbeats steady and tired. exhausted by the fuss panic and confusion brought. a throat burning with the aftermath of agony, another ineffective but speaking soundlessly. two hands within the other’s grasp. physically separate, but unified with comfort. dove shuffled into sleep. todd pensively pondered the cause for this twilight anxiety.

the nightmare withdrew from todd’s head. overfilled to the point of waking him up. that…thing. that entity of perfect existence still haunted him. that idealism. that torment. that want to never worry about his health again. it was reasonable, really. a manifestation of struggle and self-loathing. a hate bent to unstitch his sinew. tear him open. todd understood where it came from: a cavity in his body that held onto the past, and the sights that came with it. the stuckness and fear. the mistrust and toxicity.

that wasn’t who leo was anymore. leo had been burdened by the anxiety that todd manifested within him. gave to him. projected. todd had separated himself from his feelings so wholly that it grew beyond his control. becoming something and someone else entirely. yet when the universe of emotions in his head tested him, he perservered. he recovered. he was better now—they all were. he understood himself. challenges like that can be overcome. and if he could jump that strange, near-supernatural horror hurdle, then who knows what he couldn’t do.

todd finally fell asleep tucked in by dove and weakly grasping their hand. calmly counting breath like sheep.

[thewandererh]

short comic i made testing out composition while giving myself a chance to be messy. it’s very minimalistic and i love it!! you can see the learning implement itself aaugh i love this so much. but yea, more cccclinic! i’ve been drawing them a lot recently.

story : todd tries to reconnect with leo when the hms settle into the house todd hasn’t stayed in for 4 years because of his coma. while todd adjusts to life with simon and dove, leo withdraws from the group because of his burdening guilt.

leo getting the comfort he deserves : https://www.tumblr.com/thewandererh/766364220613902336/imogen-heap-you-know-where-to-find-me-self

[thewandererh]

🧊Symptom of Danger

| { [ ( a post-coma cccclinic story ) ] } |

for character references, visit here

please do not tag this as a ship

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resting on a lounge couch, whole is trying to get some work done through his laptop. he's in his pajamas with a fluffy blanket settled over his lower half, and the 'puter on top of that blanket. ahead of him on a white coffee table is a freshly-opened sprite can, still fizzing and unfinished. nearby, mind sits in a comfy blue flannel robe, drape-y pants, and with his usual mask while reading a book in a grounded birdcage chair. he looks very comfortable, and is keeping whole company.

/weak cough hIC eaugh,,, great./

[you alright?] mind's gaze darts up from his book, protective.

/n-no. i still have a cough even after that cold, a..aHIC and now i have hiccups./ whole adjusts himself and brings a hand to his throat as he hiccups again, wincing painfully.

/aie-yai-yaiy...ouch./

[holding your breath usually works, right?]

/y-yeah, but it could hurt since i've been coughing all day. still on that medicine too. and, well...i don't like that method too much. hIcC...eaugh./

[hmm...] mind closes his book and puts it down on his lap. [are there other tactics?]

already on it, whole is leaning over his computer clacking away. he clicks the enter bar just as another hiccup rings through him.

/alright. i-HIC...excuse me./ he pats his chest briefly. /ow. uhm-paper bag, hugging knees close to chest, si-HICc...aheEm sipping cold water, granulated sugar, and biting into a lemon. there's quite a few apparently./

whole's voice grows a bit croaky near the end of his sentence, and he sputters out a few coughs. then a hiccup shoots through him right in the middle. hunched over, his eyes declare pain as he briefly thuds his chest and clears his throat. mind sits wide-eyed and anxious. whole can handle it—right?

/aHHeHm...mhm... i'll uh...go with the cold water./ he wheezes out another cough, massaging his neck and chest.

[how about...i...go get the water.] mind offers, never dragging his eyes away from whole's hunched posture.

/gh...ghood idea./

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whole shifts in his seat, setting the computer aside, and huddles with his blanket close to his knees. comforting himself and trying a physical tactic out first. he stares straight ahead, glancing at the progress he's made on his computer, before closing it and his eyes to attempt some deep breaths. it's awkward with the hiccups, and his face scrunches up when they strike. he hugs himself and the blanket closer.

mind gets up to get the water, walking by whole's resting spot on the couch. he grabs a tall glass and fills it up on the cold setting with the fridge water filter, sighing. mind knows that he's very protective of whole, especially around soul. he's just...scared something could happen again. even going as far as fearing a certain someone could cause that. always scared some health issue or medical emergency could arise, and then they'd have to go back to that squeaky clean, endlessly tiled, rubbing alcohol-fuming place. whole—all of them—were there for so long. in headspace and in reality. it…changed them. in ways mind doubts he understands fully.

mind finds himself glancing over at whole, who is still hugging himself and trying to take deep breaths amidst the coughs and hiccups. an atmosphere of anticipation filled the room: the next hiccup, the glass to finish filling, or even something worse happing. the chances were never zero. mind stays vigilant for bad signs in case things got worse—but was that anxiety or logic? mind can’t keep his eyes of of whole. what even caused this whole hiccup thing, anyways?

he absentmindedly chooses ice before the loud clunky-splooshy sounds make him realize his mistake. mind looks back to the fridge, startled, before smiling to himself beneath the mask.

[my bad. uh. would you prefer no ice?] he calls out awkwardly.

whole manages /ice is fine, don’t worry./ in return after a hiccup. his hugging method wasn't working.

mind walks over, and whole turns and takes the tall glass from mind's hands. his hands shake as he tries to sip it slowly at intervals. afraid the hiccups would interrupt his sip. mind sits down beside him, hands fidgeting. his oversized blue flannel robe trailing behind him like a cape.

mind wants to guide him, to help in some way, but he bites his tongue. it’s painful to watch. why was it so painful to watch?

whole tries again, preparing himself with a moment of pause to help with nerves, and sips. some of the ice was fractured on the rim of the glass when mind hit the button, now swimming broken in the water. as whole lowers the glass mind hears a crunch. whole crushes up an ice fragment he sipped up, then swallows and smiles.

/it's always better with ice./ he puts the glass down, turning to mind.

[always.] mind nods knowingly, and both share a smile.

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whole sips the glass a bit more before stopping. he wipes his hands on his shirt and then buries them in his blanket.

/my hands don't like the cold though./

he humors the mood and bundles himself up with his fluffy blanket. sighing.

/feels real refreshing feeling it go down. it's like a...waterslide. of cold comfort./ whole closes his eyes and smiles. mind pauses, staring into nothing. his eyes get wide.

[it's gone! your hiccups are gone.]

whole re-opens his eyes and waits.

/you're right!/ he pauses and assesses. /yeah! wow, thanks a bunch. we learned something new today./ whole closes his eyes and smiles. mind leans onto his blanket while smiling with his eyes. they rest for a moment.

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eventually, whole resumed to his work and mind to his reading. whole finishes his scheduling and his tall glass of cold water, then celebrates with a nice snack for himself. mind joins him at the dining table behind the couch after finishing his chapter goal for the day. he snags a cheestick while whole readies a toasted pbj sandwich. he can never settle for the squishiness of the bread against the peanut butter and jelly. the bonus crunch was a must for whole literally always. sitting down opposite to mind after preparing the mini-meal, both whole's elbows collapse onto the glassy dining table. he takes a bite.

/…that hit the spot./ he mumbles out with a tired-eyed smile.

mind chuckles and undoes his mask to set in his lap. he sighs, and unwraps the cheestick to peels it piece by piece.

/woah. i usually just eat it in a few bites. i like your way better./ whole voices his observation after a big swallow.

[whaattt?? you've never seen me eat one if these? enjoy the little things, man. scarfing it down is a big thing—a big thing all going down all at once.]

he wags his finger as he makes his point, then goes to delicately peel his cheesetick as whole laughs.

/i think it’s more fun that way, too/ whole manages, finishing his sandwich as mind nods as a response.

/want anything to drink?/

[maybe some...ice water.] he smiles as he says it, finishing his cheesetick but keeping his mask off.

whole playfully smiles and rolls his eyes, catching the coffee table in his gaze. remembering the empty tall glass, he goes to grab it. something clicks in whole’s head when he spots the sipped soda too.

/uh... mind? i think i found the source of my hiccups earlier./ he grabs the sprite in the other hand, sets it down on the dining table in front of mind, then refills his tall glass. he could almost see the neurons burst with thought behind mind’s eyes.

[the carbonation must've sparked a negative reaction, of course! that kind of gas expands…—when you got the hiccups, how soon before had you sipped it? how many sips? where was this can placed?]

accustomed to this kind of thinking, whole replies as he finishes refilling his glass with ice water.

/yeah, stomach acid stuff./ he sets his refilled glass down on the counter, and grabs a fresh one to fill up for mind. /i tookkk two sips a minute before i started having my hiccups. and the can was placed.../ he leaned to look toward the couch and ergo coffee table /oddly out of view. like in a corner of the table. i think i was moving to sit down when i sipped it and didn't grab it again. then it caused some coughing as the hiccups came?/

mind's brain worked, his eyes laser-focused on the sprite in front of him. whole sets down mind’s water but remains standing beside him, and leans on the tabletop with his arm. mind barely notices the glass.

[that's…exactly what happened. yeah. you haven't had fizzy drinks in a while, right?]

he nods /that's right officer./

[well that’s a puzzle solved then! we have found the why: stay away from fizzy drinks. nice work detective.] mind remembers his water and sips in celebration. relief releases anxiety from his shoulders.

/you’re the one who can solve a rubik’s cube in a minute./ whole tilts his head silly-ly. mind makes a smug shrugging gesture.

[heh, yeah.] setting the glass down, he continues. [but uh, stay away from fizzy drinks in the future…i guess. how does your throat feel now?]

/i will. it feels ok i think?/ he presses a hand to it briefly. /a little leftover strain but that’s about it. the sandwich helped./ reminded, whole moves to clean up the kitchen.

[that’s good.] mind puts his mask back on and gets up to help whole. he feels more fluid as he moves, now unrestrained by tension.

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there’s a quiet moment as they clean up the kitchen. mind is content that the problem is over, and his struggles are eased. but these struggles, this anxieties, are always there. he’s always fearing for whole’s safety. he’s always wary of every little detail. whole isn’t helpless—he’s finished his physical therapy procedures and can walk now. but they’re all getting used to life at this house that even whole hasn’t seen for a while.

mind tenses up: there’s this exhaustive need squirming to know everything’s ok. something could happen. someone could misjudge something. but then whole’s more used to life than any of them are, so he should know if he messes up…right? or maybe something happened to his brain in that place. mind’s brain. an altercation in his psyche. what i-

mind finds himself nearly dropping a plate as thoughts stampede. he sets it down in the sink.

/you ok?/ whole stands at a counter wiping it down with non-alcoholic spray. he turns, there for him.

washing his hands, mind takes a deep breath.

[do you think i’m overprotective?] he stops the faucet and turns to a whole. woefully unprepared and unwilling for this conversation.

whole pauses, but looks into mind’s eyes with a knowing gaze.

/i think that you care about me, and you’re worried something bad could happen./

mind lowers his gaze and nods.

/it’s nothing to be ashamed of. i worry for me too. i don’t want you to shoulder that worry—it’s my job./ whole…knows so much. it makes mind tense. was he that readable?

[i’m just…scared that…we’ll have to go back. or you ch-changed and can’t judge things correctly, or—] mind brings his right hand to his forehead, staggering with his words and demeanor. panicking. his metal arm tenses at his side.

whole recognizes the situation and walks up to mind. he gently grabs the metal hand. mind looks down at the handhold mellowly.

/i’ve…thought about it a lot myself. i have changed. we all have. we’ve overcome obstacles and learned valuable lessons. i believe i’m more…equipped for problems. with my health or my situation./

mind meets whole’s gaze. those knowing eyes spoke soundless comfort mind needed to hear. he knew what he was talking about.

[i’m so worried for you…all the time…] his throat burns as he says it, unwilling. tears well up. and then fall.

mind shivers in a breath, and falls gently onto whole.

they hug.

and it’s warm.

mind sobs quietly, thankful and relieved. he takes off his mask and it dangles by the straps, held weakly by his fingertips. arms dangling at his sides.

he buries his face in whole’s arm. so close that he can hear his heartbeat.

it’s steady and consistent. healthy. bold. and unparalleled in providing comfort.

whole is alive now. he’s ok now. they’re ok now.

whole holds mind gently.

/we’ve changed. and it’s for the better. we have hobbies and things that bring us joy. we have this house and the outside world. we have separate rooms and a backyard. we have grocery stores and style preferences. we have eachother. and we’ll always have eachother./

mind detenses all over, his face weak and wet. he adjusts himself in whole’s arms, and sighs whole-heartedly. eased.

whole draws in a long deep breath himself, sniffling a little. /you all mean a lot to me, mind./ he choked up and can’t continue.

instead, they cradle eachother in the kitchen. anxieties eased. breathing as one.

mind pulls back, wiping his face.

[th-thank you.]

whole smiles, blinking away tears. the sappyness got to him alright. he needs a moment before replying.

/w-well, thank you for getting me some awesome icy water./

mind chuckles, and looks back to his own unfinished ice water. [you too, heh.]

/oh man, i never finished mine did i? where’d it—/ he spins around, spotting it on the counter near the spray bottle. /ah./

mind smiles. he sets down his mask, grabs his glass, and sips while whole finishes his own. mind watches as he chugs the entire thing.

[that hit the spot?]

/big thing going down all at once. still very waterslide-y. hooh./

they share a gaze. and then burst out laughing. it’s reinforced when mind nearly spills his water onto his lap.

they die down gradually, the mood lightened.

[oh! my book. i found some really good literary devices in the last few chapters.]

/ooh, tell!/

mind finishes the last sips of his water and scampers off to the grounded birdcage chair in the living room. he pulls out his notebook (annotations defeat the immersion for him) and flips to today’s date. mind doesn’t wait for whole to sit down before he starts explaining the metaphors and foreshadowing he loves so much. whole is delightedly interested, asking questions and the like. mind’s explanations were always thorough enough that it felt like an experience of the book itself: surrounded by ideas and fantasies. he was so indulged in his hobby that it made whole smile. the hobby he found and enjoys with his whole being.

[thewandererh]

@calico-jamie (the @ isn’t working ?? this person :3)

(reblog of Symptom of Danger)

THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAUGHH 😭😭💛💛💛 simon is. literally me. he is my SOONNN <3333

[thewandererh]

feedback under 🐏Counting Sleep:

(reblog by @finleyforevermore , re-reblog+addedtags by @neon-catarina )

WHAUAGHH THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭💛 another (longer) fic of the pals is coming rather soon in this very afternoon!!

[thewandererh]

*checks watch. oh damn. anyways it’s not midnight*

today i extensively scrawled down (neatly ordered) gabbering thoughts (reoccurring details) about my cccclinic guys’ phycological and emotional traits (that checks out). i have. a front and back and front of a lined paper with all the lines filled. i have been COOKING. i am at WORK. i am EXPANDING on their LORE💥💥

mind and whole are finished, and heart’s almost done :]. soul will soon be too! i recommend this exercise a lot—having a place to put all your overlapping hyperfixating character thoughts is awesome, and you can figure them out along the way! you’ll come up with new traits as you write and have fun :] (ex. how they express anxiety, their general demeanor, reasons for disliking what they dislike). and!! for me it helped with perfectionism a lot! on one side i wanted to put the same info as the other (in terms of field. different ways two characters do/feel the same thing, etc) but i DIDN’t!! because notes can be MESSY!!!! and it’s AWESOME!!! and OH my god i need to sleep

also it helped me humanize characters i don’t usually think about :]. i’m a bigger mind fan than a heart fan so i don’t usually focus on him, and end up giving him a general concept for the story—a loose and shallow demeanor that i expand on less than the other two. i changed that today!! i’m don’t like when people infantallize heart or anyone of the gang, and was afraid i was doing that myself with the lack of thought. he’s a real guy with real problems and real mistakes he’s made! all of ‘em are! and those are FACTs. anywyas. passes out.

[thewandererh]

good morning chat. i have awoketh at 4am on a school morning (yikes) to bring you some flipaclip art to pass the time 🥱👍

these are from both animated projects and doodlestuffs!! ill label which they are in my caption ^^. sluggo draws all her masterpieces with flipaclip so i wanted to get in on the hype lol. and turns out, i really really like it as a drawing program :] <33. only recently picked it up as a doodling program (after a year of trying it initially) so some of these non-animation-project drawings range in age and skill.

⚠️TW // sketchy imagery of stitches, bleeding/crying eye sockets (heart activities), oddly ominous intense eye contact, SUL trying to look hot lmao

so, without further ado…

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1. two good big great arts i did at like 10pm!!

drew these partially on voice call with that same sluggo one night during the last few weeks of summer, and continued it after we got off call. apparently i got a huge kick in my skills that night because these turned out different but really good. really good posing and perspective and h a n d s,, i love my art but these two slides feel like some autistic daydream lmaoo

oh!! as for context:

🧡= medical!hms whole

💜= thdph x rainworld kismet

💛= thdph x rainworld checkmate (hes supposed to be orange but ah well)

💙= thdph x rainworld deedee :3

the 1st slide emphasizes how these two got good diverse faces, and the 2nd is a joke sluggo made during call lmao. minecraft wouldn’t load and she found a shirt with a misspelling of minecraft on it (probably on pintrest lol).

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2. Shads & Whole :]

aight, now for two more doodles from that same ‘project’ from above (aka they are recent). these two are my beloved antagonist shadows in his gold rush arc doing a silly, and a whole vent i drew when feeling the stress of school starting soon (that i perfected later). as i’m writing this, im starting the 2nd week of the school year and so far it’s been really interesting!!

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3. onto animation snippets!

MONSTER: a wip anim of shadows & twine (the ogs before everyone else)

APPLE BOTTOM JEANS: a joke with spectrum and sul i probably wont continue or redraw

???: and the thiRd is an animation that is actively being updated and redrawn and im so excited for it hehehe. itll release by hopefully the end of this year!! i released some gifs of it a bit back that i’ll link down beloww

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4. drawings from Minnesota (+ sul)

these were from when i first experimented with flipaclip!! i was on i think a winter break? down in minnesota?? again, just recently picked it up so my latest doodles have been a lil more skillful. but i really really really like these.

aight! first!! old lizard oc art :]! hydra: lizard experiment and now boom they have 4 heads (azure is not in this one)

then there’s a black throated loon because i was getting into them at the time!! was watching lots of documentaries. ended up getting a loon plush from the mall of america :]

and thEn, finally, a really old sul art that probably surpasses these both in age. i hopped on flipaclip to do a doodle, and there it has stayed for probably over a year now. god i love him so much. OH MY GOD THIS WAS BACK WHEN HE HAD NO ANTENNAE HOLES wow this really is old

[thewandererh]

🖇️✒️crafts & doodles!

- 🧣rainworld legacy modcats while playing with colors one morning in a seaside hotel—such a vibe!

- 🐦‍⬛monstrousmedical!mind doodles for scoping out his outfit and style

- 🩺medical!whole recovering from the ordeal (style partially inspired by @if-you-soul’s design of soul :])

- 👑a cool crown thing from writing camp to some mind lyrics (ft daph and zebra)

[thewandererh]

ya’ll better buckle your butts 😀 i’m submitting two previously-written original cccclinic stories by the end of today💥 one of which i heavily edited and turned tragic. i’ve been editing such for three hours (wow). get ready chat,,,,

(doodle to match the mood. there will be SUFFERING TONIGHT!!)

[thewandererh]

preview of my next fic 😎