#funny yellow dog

[chojimaru]

[side-of-honey]

Ermm ya girl's back with some more :) I didn't realize that these 2 have pretty similar color schemes LOL

[goobersplat]

Lot Of 2 “Weiner Mobile” Rolling Plastic Toy Car

[beardedmrbean]

[moltengarnet]

ISABELLE NO!

[sustims]

for @7429

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[doodlebuglet3447]

*resists urge to spray dog in the face*

[krashlite]

Some doodles for a WC au I’m messing with

All designs so far under the cut!

[stimiche]

source <3

bonus gif :3 (which i didnt include)

READ MY DNI FIRST BEFORE INTERACTING!

[pankiepoo]

combining my two biggest interests. get ready for the sparklecare petscop crossover guys

[redbean-nom]

redesign of the Vespa Kids from book of boba fett

thoughts & closeups under cut

so i tried to keep their general appearances/colors intact while adding some actual personality (because i think the main problem with the original designs is that they feel like extras, not side characters).

Red: Zabrak orphan who grew up on Tatooine. 18 years old, was a member of the local insurgent group around the end of the empire era. Has a combo blaster/interrogation droid arm. Speeder is a repurposed version of Maul's speeder from phantom menace.

Blue: Human raised in the non-Tatooine parts of the Outer Rim. 23 years old, known assassin who worked for Jabba. Uses a scavenged magnaguard-type electrostaff. Has basically a version of the mandalorian helmet visors built into his face. Speeder is an abandoned scout trooper speeder.

Yellow: Tusken orphan from the clans around the podrace area. 19 years old, became a bounty hunter after his tribe (and bantha) were killed by the Pikes to expand spice routes. Has a Vader-style chest panel and rocket feet. Speeder is a custom pod attached to one of Sebulba's engines, with attached rancor teeth and horns from his late bantha.

Green: Human who grew up on Coruscant, but family fled the Empire to Tatooine around A New Hope. 21 years old, originally worked as a local enforcer for various Hutts. Has super battle droid arm & leg attachments. Speeder is stolen from local nikto gang.

original designs for reference:

[brighteyedspitz]

this is his favorite movie

[girlspecimen]

have a friend who is a huge adult bluey fan and he just got a job offer to wear a bluey costume and act as bluey for a local children’s event. don’t ever give up… the world has so much in store for you 💯💙

[ilydzy]

💛☀️✨ cure soleil i drew for a precure collab hosted by my friend last month ✨☀️💛

[angelicdonuts]

I LOVE METAROOM SOOO MUCH

This is really old

But i drew a lil whiteboard doodle because I was listening to dog bus :3

i love drawing silly characters that pop up on song covers so much

[randomwriteronline]

@mcnixie i wrote a second one as a bonus (and apology)

special thanks to @ingo-ingoing-ingone for making me rotate kyurem n emmet in the microwave of my brain and @insane-control-room for figuring out what would be the best dish for the situation

The clicking started much sooner than last time. It started loudly, before the muted sound of human steps could fully reach its hardly functioning ears, and it allowed it to dull its aggression into a general wariness.

Kyurem did not look at him as he approached quietly, slowly, clicking his tongue at steady intervals. He stopped walking when the massive husk shifted and began lowering its body as though getting into a battle stance; instead, much to his surprise, it simply tucked its massive legs a little closer to its torso as it laid down even if still notably tense.

Emmet clicked again, a little louder and much quicker, without moving an inch. He hadn’t expected to be almost welcomed into its like that.

A chilling growl rattled through the chasm, covering the ground before the maw in frost.

Ah. Of course.

The human resumed his slow calming chanting, taking equally slow rhythmic steps forward as he played with the things he was holding onto. Even when he was so terribly, exhilaratingly close to the dragon, it did not in any way turn its head to take him in - a sign which meant it was at ease with him.

He laid out the large bowl as close to the muzzled maw as possible. Taking care to keep clicking his tongue, and to move as slow and silently as possible, he uncorked the thermos and poured part of its contents.

Even with such terribly damaged senses, Kyurem picked up the smell.

Emmet watched it turn blindly towards the ceramic on the cold ground, grunting quietly what should have been a few cautious sniffs; it carefully dipped the icy tip of its muzzle into the warm liquid with a tentative motion and remained perfectly still for what felt like hours.

Then it took a sip that drained half the bowl.

A low rumble reverberated through the cold hollow body.

With a second sip the warm treat was already finished. The man refilled the dish with more broth, and looked as the horrible beast sank its jagged teeth back in it and drank it all in only two laps before diligently awaiting the next serving.

They repeated this curious ritual until the first thermos was completely empty, and then again, until the second one was too, and then Emmet absentmindedly gazed with his cheek pressed against the cold rough skin at Kyurem as it licked and scraped the ceramic for any more warm droplets left in the bowl like any other domesticated well-loved pokémon would have done while whistfully wishing he’d prepared a third one.

This entire situation was...

Awfully surprising.

Who knew the same terrifying, cold, barely capable of feeling beast that had held the region hostage in its own freezing cage happened to apparently have a soft spot for a little too salty vegetable soup.

His warm sigh condensed on the cold scales. No thoughts, no worries plagued him at that moment. A comfortable emptiness enveloped him.

If he could have brought a pot and fire, and grown produce down here... Maybe he would have remained like this, last priest of a long gone Dragon, sacrificing vegetable broth to its shell to appease it. The idea wasn’t necessarily bad. In that moment it was to a new leaf to turn to like any other. A change of pace: stillness instead of constant movement, quiet instead of screaming rails, loneliness instead of passengers stuffed into cars like sardines. Pretty radical for an early midlife crisis but he couldn’t find any complaints about it.

Ah, but it would have grown boring.

Eating the same thing every day.

“Have you ever been to the sea?”

The pokémon growled without any real aggression.

An old memory, maybe. Devoid of color or smell or taste.

Hm.

“I’ll make you seafood soup next time.“

Unless he was imagining things - which he likely was - the grumbled reply seemed to be looking forward to it.