#konsta skribbles

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I absolutely hated this guy's character design (Ben from Firedrake the silver dragon) so instead of having the displeasure of looking at his soulless eyes I spent the last half of the movie making him look like a human boy

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btw as just a reminder, my commissions are currently open and on sale until January 28th!

Montgomery Gator // Jan 2022

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what's your art blog?(if you have one) or your art tag?

I haven't drawn much here, tho I plan to cuz I want to start drawing more tf2 stuff. my art tag is just "my art" but if you want to see more my main blog is @official-cisphobe and my art tag on there is "konsta skribbles"

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im drawing a new oc and I accidently made them super fucking hot

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here are some fucking hands

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sound credit: @/espresso_tiktok

this is literally the funniest thing I'll ever make

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I've hidden six spooky friends in this picture :3 can you find all of them?

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a friend of mine asked me to make an edit of his favourite mha character of what I'd like him to look like. and so I give you grown up Bakugo

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ok but that actually has the potential to be quite terrifying:

the ball pit materialising maybe hours or mere minutes before something really bad happens

say you're at your niece's birthday party and everything is going swell

you spot a ball pit with colourful balls in it at one corner of your aunt's backyard

you were in charge of planning the event and definitely do not remember ordering a ball pit. and it looked used and dirty

"maybe someone brought it," you think. probably some cousin who you never really talk to and don't remember the name of or whatever. no big deal. and the kids seem to be loving it

a few hours pass and some cousins of yours have come up to you to ask if you've seen their child. you say no, you haven't.

you didn't notice it at first but there aren't as many children around as at the start of the party

and that's when you hear them. police sirens. distant but still ringing loudly in your ears. almost deafening

no one else seems to be as affected by the loud sirens as you are. in fact, no one else seems to hear them at all. but they're destroying your eardrums

you can't hear anything but the sirens, your own breathing, and the rapid beating of your heart. your visions begins to blur and the sun is blinding you

your aunt comes over to you, you can barely see her lips moving but can't hear what she says

at that point. everything goes black. you've passed out

when you finally wake up and come to you're in a dark room. there was only a single lighbulb dangling from the ceiling that illuminated the scene in front of you

the dark room was filled to the brim with cutouts of newspaper headlines about children going missing during birthday parties and similar events

the cutouts were covered in small bloody handprints as was the floor along with long streaks of blood as if whoever was here was dragged around

you follow the streets and at the centre of the room was the ball pit from your niece's birthday party. it was covered in bloody marks

then, suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of shadowy tendril-like hands bursted out of the ball pit towards the ceiling, the force causing it to crack. the hands slither outwards at great speeds towards you as you turn around and try to run away

the small room you were in transforming into a long hallway of bloody newspaper cutouts

your lungs ache as you try and get away

you spot a door at the end but no matter how much you run the seemingly endless hallway continues to stretch out

a hand grabs your ankle

then another grabs your arm

then another grabs at your clothes

and soon enough multiple demonic limbs are dragging you forcefully towards their home. the ball pit

you scream and cry out for help, tears streaming down your face

your screams echo as you get pulled into the depths of the ball pit, total darkness engulfs you and you seem to get stuck in an endless loop of drowning in nothingness, fading in and out of contiousness with hundreds of children and adults surrounding you.

you're stuck here forever.

forced to spend the rest of eternity as a companion to the shadows.

the dashcon ballpit should be an scp that materializes at unfortunate events

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I drew myself because I’m hot as fuck

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here's some doberman tattoo designs I collaged

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// here's some of my recent works so go hog wild

I love seeing people’s picrew art styles because you can just look at them and be like

“You read homestuck and it was a big part of your life for a few years, you’re not into steven universe but you did watch it, and you had an intense black butler phase in middle school and doodled their eyes over and over again in your spiral notebooks”

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designed a gothic pagan inspired wedding dress for myself

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when your epic christian mom is cringe supportive of your fail punk aesthetic

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Redesigning the Finnish flag is a hyperfixation at this point

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I love this idea! hope you don't mind that I drew some fanart :3

but what if….slime golems