#my little skrungles

[ivefallenforyouandicantgetup]

So I have been a fan of SaltyDKDan’s friendlocke series for a while now. Maybe to an unhealthy degree, considering I rewatched the same 5 hr long highlights video every day for 2 consecutive weeks 😅

In order to stop myself from watching the B&W2 highlights again, I started with the VODs of the new season in Violet and I love everyone so much (especially Christene’s and their kids Christene’s/Mykie Jr. and Peppy Jr.) so I decided to actually draw real digital art for the first time in actual months

I just couldn’t stop thinking about when Christene’s asked if Gerber could bring Christene’s (their daughter) to her piano practice. I just really liked the idea of little golden child Christene’s at her piano practice.

Then of course, I really love the babies and their goofiness. Little Christene’s with her tiny Mikey glasses and Peppy Jr. with his green bowl cut and tats lmao

But they’re still besties because I said so :)

@saltydkart-reblogs

[unspecifiedfigure]

eddie trying to get his boyfriend’s attention

[momomallowart]

The King of villains 👑✨

[lichenbug]

the wheel gived me her for a warmup :)

[zelestial-galexy]

after much trial and error, i finally figured out how to draw this fucker :)

[lacnunga]

very silly little jonathan strange :)

[klqdraws]

A stinky boi (i love him)

[84773ry4c1d]

norm doodels. my wife :D

[pubbybutch]

Reference under the cut

[leeches-drawer]

N sketch from memory that I keep forgetting to post

[winterline13-art]

Local man put in situations against his will

More at 11

Michaelis belongs to @worthydoesart

[soupercreeper]

Falling For Ya💞

my ocs, Yuko and Misaki <3 (probably gonna change their names in the future). this is a redraw of an old drawing of them from 2020!

(Different versions and original drawing under the cut)

[fresnelprism]

precognition

[op15-moonwaltz]

NED NEDERLANDER HEADCANONS BECAUSE THAT ONE REBLOG SPARKED MY BRAIN. (these are all my personal headcanons and it's alright if you don't agree with them, I just like projecting onto silly little guys)

Ned has some form of neurodivergency. I fully believe in autistic Ned.

When nervous, he stims by squeezing his fingers. (I watched him do this in the movie and went "THAT'S WHAT I DO! HE JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL!")

When they were filming the in-movie-universe 'Three Amigos', he constantly complained about the sticky lipstick they had to wear. He liked the eyeliner, though.

IT WAS VERY COMMON FOR LUCKY AND DUSTY TO SING OR HUM TO HIM IF HE GOT OVERWHELMED IN A SITUATION. They'd also let him squeeze their hands if he needed to.

I fully believe Ned is bisexual or at least very comfortable with his sexuality being some form of fluid. (the 'my little buttercup' scene is still fresh in my mind.) This ALSO ties into my headcanon that Lucky is a gay man! Dusty is the token straight guy that's on thin ice.

Ned was shoved into show business when he was young. He doesn't like to think about those days though, particularly the parts with his parents.

He was homeless for awhile as a kid, until he began acting again. (It makes him wanting to start a foundation for homeless kids hit you a lot harder.) here's a cute one, finally-

He LOVES cats. If he were in modern times, he'd be the cat dad that has cat paw socks that match his cat's feets. He adores fluffy cats and those big cats with the big radar dish ears.

this is so long I am so sorry

[c0nnectdots]

the direct and casual tone catches her off guard. even has her voicing it atypically : " oh. " it's amusing, really. the nonchalance. the ability to voice opinion, one based in earnest or not, without batting an eye. a stray thought comes to mind: kieran should make a podcast or try putting his opinions to paper. might be a damn hit. " should i thank be thanking you for that? i mean, really, this isn't some sort of indie horror flick. but, hell, you're making me curious who you are suspicious of. that's just the writer in me though. " effie's earnest at least, but she is wondering what's on his mind, who. it might even be useful to jot down— consider it for herself. yet, out of good manners, she doesn't press.

eyes flicker down to the unlit cigarette leaning close. the unspoken request met with her own lean. cigarette between her lips she lights it with the butt of her own. obverses him over it quietly. a creature of habit she is. ends it with a long drag and a collection of her bag while she stands. " thank you. i'm not really ... scared, but i don't think i want to cram myself into the bar like everyone else is. that'd really be what wigs me out. not enough room to breathe. " she adjusts her purse against her shoulder, slowly walking in the direction her apartment rests. eyes cast upwards a considerable distance. effie's never felt small before, but it's hard to ignore just how looming kieran was. that's a frame she'd never want to see in a dark hallway — a horror flick — only his shadow visible. " i have to ask though ... were you headed home or trying to snoop? no judgement. i'm no better sometimes. "

…                      oncoming headache was absolutely a cautionary tale against night outs, did not mean to get so senselessly wasted, especially when he only really attended that stupid halloween party for one single-minded purpose. and well, that turned out to be an utter fucking failure. but there wasn't anything quite as sobering as the news of yet another tragedy, the cogs and gears of his mind slowly beginning to turn again despite the lingering effects of alcohol and god knows what else he might have taken. “ safe as life. ” which was just another way of saying not at all, blown pupils thoroughly watching the smoke billowing from her mouth as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world. but it was a needed distraction nonetheless, something to fixate on while he attempted to get his shit together. but maybe he needed a far stronger stimulation, harshly pinching the bridge of his nose ⸻ and a groan slipped past his lips, nothing like some good ol' pain to jolt someone fucking wide awake. “ you're lucky i don't suspect you, ” said with typical nonchalance, taking out a marlboro of his own from a silver case. “ i can keep you company till you think it's safe. ” he had read way too much data and while she checked the white working class boxes of most female midwestern serial killers, a journalist like her was more likely to be the vulture circling the bodies, rather than the vicious wolf itself. he could be wrong, it wouldn't be the first time, but blame it on the alcohol, because kieran felt safe enough to lean in, tilting his head to meet her eyes, the unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as he silently asked if she'd light it off hers. maybe she wasn't the killer, but it still felt like flirting with danger : effie floyd just had that look, like she could eat you alive.

[bkblaise]

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