#oswald the lucky rabbit

[applesaucefilledsocks]

Fancy shmancy ✨✨✨

Here’s some extra stuffs:

I’m plotting something…

[echobsilly]

you snee

[r0taryph0n3]

Disney doodles

[maxiizuuckey]

Since you accept request

Do you think you could draw oswald and mickey together? I just rlly like seeing the brothers interact ❤️

Your style is so beautiful on them too T♡T-

Smile

Thank you ! •ツ

[2bec]

Pregunta para Cup!: que te gusta de Bendy?

(Y si puedes :3 me encanta Tus dibujos creadora)

[wattson-but-gay]

My friend likes Cartoon Cat and I like Oswald.

They probably wouldn’t like each other.

[rockhousejai]

What is he trying to do—

[infernothechaosgod]

After i think over a year of not doing traditional i tried it out again since im still in the hospital and it began to get boring My mom even brought me pens and paper

So after 4 days i though why not? And it began being really fun, i made few pages but since hospital WiFi is really slow the inages dont want to process so i'll have to wait till it either gets better or it get home most likely tomorrow

Heres one of the drawings I made the last one ironicly

Some weird alternative reality where oswald and fanny werent complete idiot piss babies and accualy talked to eachother normaly and hung out on a beach

[rabid-orannge]

pulling myself out of a burnout by drawing the toon bros

[rascalthecabbit2009]

𖤐school doodles𖤐

[robotv0id]

sacrificial love !!!

[ducksinspaceadventure]

@ducklooney

💫 HE GANGS ALL HERE 💫 (and it's gonna get Bigger in the Future)

[geareduptom]

Felix and oswald watching the stars, holding hands while being lay down in the grass.

All of the request's are done <3

I'm very happy with these and I hope you all enjoyed them too ^^

Two absolute cuties Stargazing together.

I forgot that they were suppose to be holding hands, but I kinda realized a little too late. I was already in the shading faze when someone pointed it out to me QWQ

I'm sorry, but I hope it's still enjoyable.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

A Very Lucky Rabbit

[ruru195]

Felix being stronger then he appears is so amusing wearing comfy loose clothes and having abit of a baby face with his smiles

Emotional Support Tank

The day had drained every ounce of Oswald’s patience. Too many meetings, too many fake smiles, and not enough Felix. Now, finally in the quiet of their bedroom, the tension began to melt.

And there was Felix.

Curled up on their bed in the softest hoodie Oswald had ever seen him steal from his side of the closet. The sleeves were too long, draping past his hands like a child playing dress-up, and the hood framed his baby-faced features. His smile—when he heard Oswald come in—was sleepily soft, almost dopey.

He looked like he weighed nothing. Like a plush toy come to life.

Oswald, still half-dressed from the day, climbed onto the bed without a word and collapsed beside him. He draped an arm over Felix’s back, letting it sink into the plush hoodie—and blinked in surprise.

“You’re… solid.”

Felix cracked one eye open. “What?”

Oswald gave a few test pats. Then pokes. Then a full-on squish. “You feel like a marshmallow on the outside but like… like a weighted blanket filled with bricks underneath.”

Felix snorted. “That’s rude.”

“No, no—it’s kind of hot,” Oswald said, now jabbing a knuckle into Felix’s side and marveling at the resistance. “You’ve been hiding muscles under all this softness?”

Felix gave a lazy purr. “Mmhmm. I’m stronger than I look. You just never let me lift things.”

“That’s because you always look like you’ll fold in a stiff breeze.”

Felix shifted onto his back, arms sprawled and tail lazily flicking. His hoodie bunched up slightly, revealing a sliver of a well-toned stomach—firm muscle beneath pale fur. Oswald’s eyes narrowed.

“What the hell,” he muttered. “You’ve been letting me use you like a plushie, and you’ve been jacked this whole time?”

Felix smirked, stretching like a smug housecat. “I’m versatile.”

Oswald climbed over him, poking at his biceps now with exaggerated disbelief. “This is betrayal. I thought I had a squish ball partner, not a secret action figure.”

Felix shrugged, grinning. “Why not both?”

Oswald huffed, still draped over him like a blanket. “You know what? No. I’m doubling down.” He started squeezing again—arms, sides, thighs—his voice half-loving, half-accusatory. “You don’t get to be adorable and secretly shredded. Pick a lane, Felix.”

“I pick: being your emotional support tank.”

Oswald paused.

Then burst out laughing.

“You’re the weirdest, most perfect person I’ve ever met,” he said, forehead resting against Felix’s chest. “Seriously. Thank you for being… all of this.”

Felix reached up, wrapping lazy arms around him and tugging him close with a strength that was just a bit too casual. Oswald grunted at the squeeze.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mumbled.

Felix kissed his head. “I know. That’s why I can get away with this.”

They stayed there in the quiet—Oswald curled up on top of Felix’s deceptively sturdy body, and Felix purring gently, content to be his personal anti-stress weight blanket for as long as it was needed.