#i just love these goobers okay

[wolfram-but-art]

surprise, i'm not dead, here's some practical espionage

[a-mongooose]

Why do I always end up posting at completely unreasonable hours? Oh well! Sleep is for the weak <3 The Drew kids have comically large gaps in skill when it comes to artwork. Like Audrey really needs to step up her game <///3 And by popular demand, I have given Bendy his well deserved chocolate. Nothing else happened. No souls were harmed in the process. Trust me bro 

[luckyartdrawer]

I can't hold onto an art style even if you paid me-

I cannot believe how flustered this drawing makes me and it's not even suggestive...

The fixation is BAD y'all 😭😭😭

More yapping and silliness under the cut vvvv

Thought I'd work on a rendered Moon drawing since Sun got one! This is like the 3rd attempt for me to get a good pose, but it's safe to say I'm happy with this one enough to share. Though this one isn't in reference to any scene, it's just good ol' Moon :)

Sorry for the bad image quality btw! I work on a drawing tablet but I don't have Internet where I'm currently living, so shitty phone pics and phone data is the only way i'm able to share atm...

(I'll post the finished render when done - if I ever find a way to get the quality image on my phone or once I get back to the college dorms 😭)

Also-

I hope some of y'all love that this little guy is on the same document as much as I do LMAOOO

(Someoneeee's petty spaghettiiiii-)

[shima-draws]

Watching an interview with Taz and Iñaki and Iñaki was like 'I wonder what happens on Whole Cake Island between me and Taz 👀' AND I'M SITTING HERE LIKE

[analoghorrorisyummy]

immediately made this after the last thing I made. It’s only good because I slightly used the image as a trace. Yeah, I changed it but it’s basically the same. KNJBIEUFWUBIFEAIUBFEANIUEFAINUAFEINUEFA. ^^

Og image:

[balladetto]

hh...hii.

[soaps-mohawk]

https://shitheadsteve.com/products/bad-day-to-be-british-t-shirt

johnny and ‘mega wearing these on the 4th and the other 3 are like “yeah ok whatever” but then johnny and ‘mega keep wearing them and it’s like november and we’ve reached “wot tha fuck” stage

nothing is as delicious as spiting the english

It's a weekly thing. On Wednesdays they were those shirts 😂 without fail. Spiting the English is their bonding time

[soupfather]

Not done but I’m pretty happy with it so far!!!

[dawnbreakersgaze]

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[xxsquiddkiddxx]

I love having the power of art <3

I was gifted the ability to make fantastical creations with a pen.

And I use that potential to make "I <3 big old man tiddies" shirts.

More writing soon, I promise XD

~Squeed

[transgender-catboy]

God, he looks downright exhausted here...

[steampunkhobo]

I really love how much Delmar genuinely likes George Nelson. He’s nice to everyone, that doesn’t stand out so much, but he’s immediately so enthusiastic about getting in with George in a way that doesn’t show up anywhere or with anyone else. Admiring his energy, playing conflict mediator and being a steadfast comfort to him, being so amped about the bank robbery not but a day after resolving to give up his life of crime- granted, he did pretty much nothing but watch, but that just makes it funnier. Even when George does something wrong (the cows), Delmar straight up act like he expects better from him and they’ve known each other maybe 3 minutes. It’s like they’re old friends and Delmar’s settled down but George hasn’t yet given up the party life. Makes his scenes so much more enjoyable for me.

[cbdinodoodlez]

WHAT IF LUKE HAD POKEMON [i also made teams for others like the Professor, Randall, Emmy, etc! I hope i can show those teams eventually lol]

His starter is an oshawott and the first pokemon he encountered and caught is a shiny dreepy but he doesn't know it's a shiny and LITERALLY A PSEUDO LEGENDARY [bc it'd be funny!]

He met and helped a wimpod and it eventually joined the team. It's pokedex entries says it sometimes will pick up coins which i think would be helpful for finding hint coins mdfvkdfmv

both the Professor and Emmy have dog pokemon and Luke wanted to have a dog pokemon too! He eventually meets a growlithe who is the most uncooperative fella for the longest time vdfmkmkl

That's his team so far >:] the other pokemon i may introduce eventually but they are met way later on...like sometime around new world of steam

[wormdebut]

He was six, the first time Eddie realized something wasn’t right. He was six years old when his Mom had sternly told him not to tell his school teachers about why he had a bruise on his on his wrist.

She hadn’t meant to, of course. Eddie had just been babbling about Ms. Nantauk’s first grade class and how he made a new friend, Gunner, and they played together and recess, and ate lunch together, and Gunner brought Eddie a rubber ducky from his house, and and and…his mom had gripped his wrist a little too hard to get him to snap out of his thoughts. She needed to do that sometimes, he understood. He was too unruly.

She had told him that if anybody asked him about the light red smattering around his wrist to tell them he had carried to many grocery bags, this confused Eddie. He knew, he knew, she didn’t mean to do it, so why was his mom so worried? He was small, Edison Munson, six going on twenty, really. But on the bus that brisk Tuesday morning, he considers that the other kids had scapes on their knees and bruises on their shins from rough housing at recess, but Eddie’s bruises that he occasionally had, not so often from his mom, but quite a few in the shape of palms from his father, maybe the other kids at school didn’t get those kinds of bruises.

Eddie was thirteen when everything came crashing down.

His uncle Wayne, was going to marry Miss Amanda. He didn’t really know Miss Amanda, he hardly even knew his uncle, but he did know that he loved him. Wayne never made Eddie feel unwanted, or unseen. He had grown used to it, of course he had. He had known for a while that Amelia and Richard Munson did not want him. Amelia could hardly take care of herself, and Richard, well, he just wanted a friend, not a son. When he was 10 and Richard had taught him how to hotwire a car, Eddie realized again that normal kids don’t go through this type of lesson.

The common nagging of normal children don’t go through this, triggered in his brain again, when Miss Amanda threw him a little baggy, “Edison, get rid of this right now!” His uncle had his dad backed into a corner, and Eddie couldn’t help the dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he looked at the bag in his hands. God, he wished it could’ve been flour or sugar, but no. As sweet as he assumed the substance was it was neither, it was Dick Munsons nasty heroin habit, sitting there right in his thirteen year old sons hands. His mom and had ducked out years ago, leaving a 9 year old Eddie with an addict, thief of a shell of a father, and honestly? Eddie was surprised he had managed to keep it all under wraps for as long as he had. But it was there, in his Uncles small trailer, that the broken record of this isn’t normal, this isn’t what you deserve kept running over and over again in his mind.

Eddie had buried the drugs in the woods behind Wayne’s house, and Miss Amanda had up and left that night. Wayne didn’t get his wedding, but he did get Eddie.

[nururu]

we are literally soulmates

[metaphorical-goblin]

Me holding my tiny five pound dog: oh! Oh so hefty!!! Big Chonker!!! Big boy!!! Oh so strong, look how strong you are. Hello my little man